Desert Prince: Modern and Erotic Version of The Arabian Nights: New Fairy Tales Series - Book One

by Jones, Sarah

  - You're wrong again. You belong to me and, like your master, I can command anything I want" he countered.

  Louise's cheeks heated, and it was not shame. It was of pure anger.

  "I refuse to believe he can be so inhumane. Don’t you see how much you're doing me wrong by keeping me here? She burst out, almost collapsing in tears. But she would not let herself cry. At least not in front of him. - I was attacked, my friends were killed and I was alone in this land that I barely know. Can’t you see I must go home? My dad...

  - Your father? Said leaned closer, wanting to know what she was talking about. To his complete surprise, Louise did not run away.

  She let her shoulders drop and lowered her head.

  "I have to go back to him," she confessed. - He needs me.

  The Sheik touched Louise's chin and lifted it, making her look at him.

  "You're trying to manipulate my emotions, beautiful woman. But know that I am not foolish to fall into your trap" he said dryly.

  "You're the heartlessest man I've ever met!" I suppose I can compare you to the men who attacked us in the camp. You could have saved me, but you were no better… keeping me here, preventing me from going back to England " she shouted, trying to pull away.

  Said held her tightly, leaving her only inches from his body.

  "Do not compare me to those men. I will not harm you, if you be obedient and submissive. Believe me, I could have punished you with a hundred lashes for your insolence tonight, and I did not do it just because you are a woman. I do not want you to fear me, or to see me as a monster, Louise. I'm not like that.

  She shivered in his arms.

  "How can you not be a monster when you keep me in prison?" She asked in a whisper, already giving up fighting.

  The Sheik made her look into his eyes, keeping her chin elevated. Louise saw the blue eyes staring at her intensely, and that left her again with her legs limp.

  "I'm just looking for what I want, my gazelle. With his thumb, he stroked her cheek, making her skin tingle. "I am accustomed to having all I desire, the moment I desire, and your refusal has made me excited, willing to make it mine. The hand on her hip, with which she held it, went to her back, where he began to make slow circles. "I can give you what you need and get what I need, too." We can do it in a nice way.

  "What if I say no?" She managed to ask. Her eyes were wide and she was being wrapped in a mist where she could only hear her voice.

  Said kissed her forehead tenderly and then looked her in the eyes again.

  - I'll seduce her.

  Louise took his hand and tried to pull it away from her face.

  "You told me you won’t be bad," she said, desperate to get away.

  He smiled sideways, a sarcastic smile that froze her to the bone.

  "And I'm not. Having the woman you want is not something wrong, foreign. On the contrary, in my people, when a man desires a woman, he claims it and makes it his, proving to him that they can be very good together.

  Tired, Louise eventually gave up fighting him.

  "If I give myself to you, what will happen to me later?" She asked in a whisper.

  Said stared at her for a moment before answering.

  "If you obey all my orders, I will have pity on you and grant a worthy future." You may choose to live in the palace or join a man who will keep you under the customs of Allah.

  "What if I do not obey you?" She needed to know what her choices were.

  Said slid his hand to Louise's neck and felt her pulse racing.

  "Disobedience to the Sheik is a serious offense in my people and is punishable by death," he said coldly.

  Louise's eyes widened and she choked. Death! He would kill her!

  "Please let me go home," she pleaded desperately.

  The Sheik took a deep breath, trying not to be moved by those tears. It would not be manipulated. Not again.

  "I'll take you back to your room," and then he took her in his arms, lifting her into his lap. He hurried back to her room and was not surprised to find the guard asleep. He entered and led her to the bed, where he laid her down slowly. Louise was still crying and snuggling between the cushions, wanting to protect herself from him. Said felt sick for seeing her cry. He touched her hair and pulled it away. "Do not fear what is to come, my beautiful woman. Always remember that I will be good to you if you obey me. I promise to make you like everything that happens between us. Your future is here in the desert, and I will see to it that your life is worthy.

  Louise heard the door close as he left and heard him call for the guard, finally managing to take a deep breath.

  She had no strength at all and she no longer knew how to fight. Would his fate be even that, or should she be strong enough to face it and bear the consequences?

  Chapter Seven

  The Sheikh of Hamed left at sunrise, bound for Al-Madin, a city three days' journey. At dawn, after returning to his room, Said had been informed that an emissary from the north had arrived urgently and that it was necessary to receive him. Concerned with what had happened, the Sheikh did not hesitate to dress in his formal clothes and present himself in the royal room, where he saw the man kneeling on the rug as he entered, while the women served him meat and bread. The man looked tired and told that he had traveled all day, because the communiqué he carried was of great importance.

  Said waited patiently as the man fed and quenched his thirst, but then encouraged him to speak. It was a brief conversation, but no one else witnessed it. In the end, when he finally knew all the details, the Sheikh offered the man accommodation in his palace, so that he could rest for as long as he thought necessary. As soon as he was alone, Said called for some guards, informing them that they would travel early, ordering them to prepare the animals and provisions.

  It was thus that, at the first golden rays of the sun touching the sands of the desert, Said followed along his caravan for the mysterious trip.

  As for Louise that morning, she could sleep late, which certainly did not happen, for her state of nervousness did not help. All through the night, she had intervened between moments of confusion, in which she tried to understand the Sheik's attitudes, and others in which she wept, thinking of his father and his dead friends, until finally she had fallen asleep, falling into a turbulent sleep. When she woke up, she was treated to a delicious meal served by Karida, who as always remained silent at her side, waiting for anything she said.

  "Where's Sheik?" Louise asked when she returned the tray of food, already satisfied with the food."My lord has traveled very early and has left us orders about you.

  - What did he say?

  The woman shrugged and looked at her shyly.

  "Until he returns, you can not leave that room," Karida said.

  Louise looked at her in alarm. Was I locked there?

  "When does, the Sheikh return?" She asked in anguish.

  Karida picked up the tray and turned to leave the room. Louise ran after her, but was stopped by the guard guarding the entrance.

  "He did not tell you when he'll be back." I'm sorry, I need to go. All your meals will be brought to you, and you too can bathe when you wish - and without looking back, she left, letting the big man close the door and Louise locked inside.

  She would not cry or despair.

  But what was that tyrant thinking of leaving her in that room? That was an affront! Said was holding her like a real prisoner, just like he'd said he would. Terrible man!

  Louise sat on the bed and took quick breaths, putting air in her lungs, as her father had taught her as a child and was afraid of something. Not that she was necessarily afraid at that moment. Of course, not. It turned out that the prospect of being locked in there for several days, completely alone and isolated, did not please her at all.

  As usual, Louise's mind began to work quickly, thinking about what she would do to get out of that room, because she certainly was not willing to remain isolated in that way.

  Three hours later the lady looked almost
mad, lying on her stomach on the bed, clutching some pillows, in a position that would be terribly scandalous to a lady, if she were in London, of course. The heat was scorching, and even refreshing herself with the damp cloths in the water in the room, Louise felt as if she had been thrown into the warm sand outside the palace. The effects of heat on her body left her with slow thoughts, and all she could do was remember her dates with Said while she could barely move her limbs.

  Damn desert heat!

  Karida entered the room quietly, leaving a portion of food and fresh water for Louise to feed. They were orders from the Sheik to take care of the stranger's care and to provide her with everything necessary for her well-being. The woman was ready to leave when she heard Louise's voice calling to her. She was not asleep, as Karida thought, and looked exhausted.

  "What can I do for you, miss?"

  Louise rested her elbows on the bed and looked at Karida, almost certain she was seeing two women in front of her.

  - I need to get out of here. Please help me get away, "she said, casting a look of despair at the woman, hoping it would really work.

  "I can not help you." She turned away from Louise and marched to the door, but when the stranger spoke again, she stopped short.

  - Come with me. I'll take you with me to England. You will be a free woman in my country. That's what you want, Karida, I know that. It was his last attempt at that moment and she was betting on her.

  The woman's shoulders trembled, revealing that she had been affected by Louise's words. Yes, that's what I wanted, right?!

  There was a moment when Louise thought she had convinced the woman, but when she turned slowly, her face serious, she stared at it and realized that she had rushed forward.

  "You may bathe later if it pleases you, miss." Need to go.

  Not even freedom could break Karida's loyalty to Sheikh, and Louise wondered if everyone in the palace was like that. Those families, all of them, bowed to the will of the mighty Sheik like Karida, or was there someone who would not resist the temptations of what was offered? This was a mystery she would like to discover. The great influence of Said upon that people. The man reminded her of the Pharaohs of ancient Egypt and their way of governing, or worse still, the tyrant lords who lived within England and who cast their power over the weak. Was it thus that the Sheikh of Hamed exercised his will over his people? Was he tyrannical and inhuman? Such questions made Louise increasingly curious about the man. But she knew that she would soon be able to escape, and that she would not have enough time to discover all those mysteries. In fact, knowing that she would leave those lands without being able to exploit them as she had planned had made her sad. There were so many questions, so many discoveries to be made. She had a beautiful desert around him, which she longed to meet, but now all she wanted was to return to England.

  Louise felt stronger after eating the cheese and the fruit that Karida had left her, and even considered the idea of bathing to get rid of that scorching heat. She called the guard to the door and told him that she wanted to bathe. Less than an hour later, the door opened, and two men came in carrying a copper tub just like the ones they wore in England. She assumed it had been brought by the Sheikh, and she almost thought to thank him for it, when she finally immersed himself in the fresh water the men used to fill the tub.

  She moaned deliciously at the feel of the cold water nipping at her nipples, and suddenly she found herself thinking of Said's lips when they touched her there. She brushed her thoughts away and concentrated on washing the body.

  The Englishwoman was slow to leave the bath. She had taken advantage of the moment to check the bruises on her body, seeing himself happy to realize that the purple spots were now a greenish tinge. On her arms and legs, some bruises were just subtle marks on her skin.

  She had washed her body and hair with a strong-smelling soap, which recalled Said's scent, and the awareness that it smelled like the man made her feel something strange in her womb. Louise immediately tried to frighten such a sensation, for it frightened her. She was horrified when he noticed the clothes Karida had sent her. It was a kind of sleeveless shirt, totally transparent, yellow in color, adorned with jewels and ... a pair of trousers. Yes, they gave her a pair of slacks for her to wear. The Englishwoman was scandalized, but in dressing she had to admit to herself that the feel of the fabric of the piece on her legs, of the soft, soft fabric, made her comfortable. It was not all bad, though he still considered it a very unfit dress for a lady.

  The young lady had always been very agitated when she was a child when, fascinated by her father's profession, she began to explore the outskirts of the estate where they lived in Oxfordshire, and one day she found a few pieces of crockery in a destroyed stone house. Led the girl to become more and more interested and passionate about archeology. The problem was that, trapped in that room, Louise did not have much to do. And she thought sleeping and staring at the walls was not a very pleasurable activity. She needed more, she needed to keep her mind occupied. So, as she stared at the open window covered by a white curtain, Louise began to formulate an idea.

  A few minutes later, she smiled, excited that she could get out of the palace. It was so clear! She could escape through the window!

  Louise undid the bed she had been lying on and pulled the curtain out of the window, tying the fabric together, forming an improvised rope. She walked to the window and looked down, to the sides, making sure there was no guard there. The window was high, and it was necessary to measure the length of the rope before any attempt to escape. When she saw, the rope touch the sand below, she was satisfied. She searched for a place to tie one end and decided to use the tub, which was still full of water. She was not sure if it would be enough to support her, but she had no choice. She knotted the knot twice and, after concluding that it was securely fastened, sat at the base of the window and clung to the rope, asking heaven for its madness to work.

  She began to descend slowly, her hands burning as they were dragged through the tissues, but she did not give up. She was leaning her feet against the wall as she tried to find the strength to support her own body. She thought it would be easier!

  She was halfway there when she heard a shrill scream, and looking up, she noticed the guard at the bedroom window, pointing to her.

  Desperate, Louise began to descend faster, widening her legs and sliding her hands more quickly. It was as if his skin was being torn from his hands. But she did not have time to mourn, she had to get to the ground and run.

  Unfortunately, Louise could not bear the pain in her hands and instinctively ended up letting go of the rope, falling backwards into the sand.

  The fall was not as bad as she feared. She could still feel every limb of her body that was really hurting. The Englishwoman got to her feet and, barefoot, began to run to the right, away from the palace. She did not look back, afraid she was being pursued.

  For a moment, she truly believed she could escape, but as her sights began to grow dark and her legs weakened, she saw that it was only an illusion. She fell back into the sand and did not react when the men arrived and dragged her back to the palace.

  There was so much pain now, she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep.

  ***

  Said stretched his body when he finally came down from the dromedary that he had driven four days ago. His back ached and his legs were numb. He had ordered the caravan to hurry back to the palace, for he was anxious to be home again. His journey had been a little longer, as he had ended up diverting his way, interested in learning more about the attack on Louise's camp, but he had found only the empty tents and the buried bodies. Probably some traveler or group of Bedouins had passed by in the meantime.

  He left the animal at the entrance of the palace, in the care of the guards, and was pleased to see that the servants ran to prepare a refreshing bath for the Sheikh.

  The journey had been tiresome, and Said had hardly slept in those days. He did not like to travel suddenly, but that matter
had to be resolved very quickly, and so he had to leave without even seeing the foreigner one last time.

  It had been strange, but the Sheikh had spent much of the way and the nights under the clear sky, exposed to the cold, thinking of Louise. He could not forget the moment he'd touched her, not even control the degree of excitement that struck him every time he remembered what he'd done to her. And, yes, she knew she liked it.

  That was why he was so anxious to return to the palace, for he knew he would soon have her in his arms, and surely, she would be as hot as him. He had issued an order that Louise would not leave the room and prevent her from trying to escape. It was for her own safety.

  Said walked through the halls of the palace and found it odd how the servants looked at him, as if they had something important to tell him. Instead of going to the bedroom, he headed for the kitchen because he was thirsty. There he found some women preparing bread and cheese. Among them was Karida, who, upon seeing him, ran to speak to her.

  "My lord," the woman greeted him humbly. - Allah brought him back.

  - Something happened? He asked as he poured himself some water.

  The woman looked at the others with fear.

  "It's the foreigner, my lord. She is sick.

  - What? Said turned to her in astonishment. - Where is she?

  - In the bedroom. We've been taking care of her for three days, but the fever does not give way" the woman explained.

  The Sheik hurried to Louise's room, wondering what had happened to her to get sick.

  He found the door open and did not hesitate. He entered unreservedly, and saw the stranger lying on the bed, with a man dressed in white sitting beside him, apparently, the master of the cure.

  Louise was asleep and Said, after making a gesture for the man to leave, sat down beside her.

  He touched her cheek lightly and felt her warm. She was surprised to notice Louise's hands bandaged with linen, settling beside her.