by C. M. Steele
I rushed out the door, passing Hassan and Mr. Amini down the stairs as hurriedly as possible and sending my guards into a panic. I stopped and waved them off. I nodded and they saw what I was looking at. Hassan reached the first floor and said, “I told you, Sire, they do not listen.”
“Who?” Mr. Amini asked.
“Women.”
“The story of my life. Perhaps the neighbors to the east have a point.”
“Never,” I said. There would be no violence on women. I could never imagine my grandfather or father putting a cruel hand on the women they loved. If a woman wished to wear a hijab, so be it, but I wasn’t going to force them like my neighbors. If a man laid a hand on a woman in my area, they would be tried in court. It wasn’t allowed by our religion or our laws.
“Forgive me, Sire. It was just a joke.”
“So forgiven, but if you’ll excuse me, I have to deal with my wayward guest.”
I walked out into the plaza with my sunglasses on, trying to hide my face from the people. I heard a few gasps, but it was the next words that came out of someone’s mouth that threatened my sanity.
“What a lovely American beauty. I have a special robe for you to try on.” I didn’t know what he was going to say, but I knew it wasn’t good. The man couldn’t be over twenty and he was a fool. A dead fool if I had my way.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yes, this one,” he said, pointing to the opening on his robe. I let out a growl, jumping in between the two of them. I didn’t want him anywhere near her.
“Amir,” she gasped, turning to me, completely startled.
“You, if you want to live, get lost. If I see you in my presence again, I will shoot you myself.” He scurried away.
“Ms. Holden. What did I tell you?” I said, crowding her space.
“I’m sorry. I wanted to get some souvenirs before it’s time for my flight.”
“Flight?” My brows raised, wondering what the fuck she was talking about.
“Yes, I’m leaving today. Michael is going to meet me at LaGuardia.”
“You’re not leaving. That’s not happening,” I hissed out, trying to keep my voice just above a whisper.
“Michael said it was cool if I came back now.” The car pulled up and it was Hassan.
“I don’t give a fuck what Michael says. Get in.” She did it without making a scene.
“Well I do,” she tossed back at me, crossing her arms in anger. Hassan had the divider pulled up so we could have privacy.
“One day you’re going to learn what I say is it.”
“Ha. You’re not my King.”
“Yes, I am,” I said, cupping her face. “And you’re my queen,” I muttered with our faces inches apart. I closed the distance, sealing our lips together. Her soft sweet lips parted, letting out a sigh. I slipped my hands into her hair, grasping the back of her head and slipping my tongue into her mouth.
She leaned back against the seat, letting me push myself against her. I pulled away before I got carried away. “Let’s go look at the treasures of Khaleel.”
“What?” She looked at me completely shocked. I was shocked myself. I wanted to have her in my arms and in my bed, but showing her around was something I felt proud to do.
“Let’s go parading around town so you can see anything you’d like.”
“I’m confused. You just…you just,” she stammered.
“I kissed you and I plan to do a lot more than that after I take you to see what you wanted. Come along, Mina.” Hassan opened the door at the entrance of the town so I could parade her through the vendors and let everyone know that she was mine. I grabbed her hand and led her out onto the walkway. “Come, my dear.” I wanted to tell her I fell in love with her, but I wanted to do it in private. We stopped at the first stand on the right side of the street. It was a food stand. I’d had this and told her she had to try it. It was a steak-type meat seasoned in a curry sauce.
“Sire, may we serve you?” the vendor asked.
“Yes, we would like two please.” Hassan stepped up and paid for the purchase while he and another guard walked behind us.
“Try this, Mina. It’s delicious.”
Her lips wrapped around the meat pulling it off the stick and I decided then and there she was no longer allowed to taste food in public. She looked sexy and extremely sensual. “Mm. You’re right, Amir. This is wonderful.” She said my name like I wanted her to. It was effortless and I was tempted to steal another kiss.
“Thank you,” she said, tossing the napkin in the waste bin.
“Come, I want you to see it all before we have to go home.” We stopped at four more tents. The next one was a sweet treat, but I wanted to stop at the place that to me held so much magic. As logical and rational as I was, this place was more than that.
“Amir, you know I’m a foodie and you take me all over the plaza that smells amazing, but won’t let me taste anything,” she huffed, pouting so prettily.
“It’s punishment for lying to me, Mina. It’s the start of your punishments.”
“I’m kind of scared of what they’re going to be.”
“You should be. One is going to be a long, hard punishment.”
“Should I run now?” I stopped her and sat her down on the bench. We were sitting in the courtyard of love. It was dedicated to the two lovers who died during the Sasanian Empire’s final reign. They died in each other’s arms as the town was laid to waste by their enemies. It is believed that if one professes their love here, they will have an everlasting love and will grow old together. This is where my father asked my mother to marry him while he introduced her to my grandparents. My grandparents were married here in this very spot fifty years ago.
“No, but I will show you this delicious treat that is going to be so good, you’re going to beg me to get you some often.”
“Lead the way, your highness.”
“With pleasure, my queen,” I replied.
“You shouldn’t tell a girl things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it leads to delusions about the future.”
“I’m about to kiss you again in front of all these people.” I bent down and claimed her mouth before she could respond. A cheer erupted around us and she slid her hands into my hair.
“Sire.”
“Leave us.”
“You’re in public, Sire.”
“I know,” I said, pulling my face away from hers. I looked down at her puffy lips, then into her beautiful eyes. “You will be my only queen, Mina.”
“Oh, Amir,” she sighed. “You shouldn’t say things like that when we can never be more.”
“Never be more? Are you in love with my brother?”
“Of course not, but you’re a King, and like you said, I don’t fit in.” She stood up and tried to walk away, but I stopped her and pulled her into my arms.
“When I thought you were with my brother, I didn’t want you around me. You didn’t fit in my world when you were his.”
“Oh,” she gasped out loud.
“I wanted to wait, but this place is special and I can’t wait to say this. I love you, Mina. I have loved you from the first glance of your face as you stepped out on the stage.”
“Amir,” she said, but I stopped her.
“Don’t say lies, Mina. Don’t admit anything you do not truly feel.”
“Amir, I’m in love with you. I have dreamed of you for months knowing that we could never be. You needed to marry someone from here.”
“Where did you get that from?” I don’t recall saying that to her, but then again I might have said that to Michael in anger. There were times when all I could think about was her and how having a Persian woman would be the exact opposite, but I couldn’t get past it. Looking at another woman was too vile to me.
“You, your words, your behavior, Michael’s suspicion.”
“I’m sorry. We need to leave. We need to talk in private.”
“Okay,” she a
greed.
I walked over to Hassan. “We’ll wait. Bring us a box of gaz, please.”
He nodded and headed off while I walked her to the car. We took our seats with Ahmed in the driver’s seat. “I brought your briefcase and papers from Mr. Amini for you.”
“Excellent, Ahmed.” Hassan was back in a moment and we returned to the palace. I took the treat with us, but as soon as we entered the front doors, I sent my staff away. I wanted no witnesses to her screams. They belonged to me. I carried her up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. “Oh my, you’re going to fall.”
“Only deeper in love with you,” I confessed.
We reached our bedroom and I tossed the door open. Kicking it closed with my foot, I slammed my mouth on hers, needing to taste her lips again. The lion in me roared to mark her as mine. Claiming her was all I could think of. I tossed her onto our silky sheets, undoing my tie as I climbed up on the bed to stalk my prey.
Mina
I felt my body bounce on the bed and adrenaline and need flooded every inch of me. My handsome king tossed his tie on to the floor and lifted his dress shirt out of his pants. I parted my thighs easily, my pussy throbbing.
This was crazy, but almost a year of longing to touch him had me ready to give him whatever he wanted. He climbed up on the bed, his eyes darkening in lust. I should be scared and nervous, but all I wanted was him and his love consuming me. I bit back a scream when he pounced. He looked so sexy as he lifted the shirt over his head. His chest has a soft layer of dark black hair, I ached to run my hands through it. He crawled to me, kicking his shoes off onto the floor. My hands reached out and moved straight to his broad, strong chest. He closed those dark eyes that had me hypnotized as he moaned and placed his hand over mine. My body melted with need, a wicked feeling for someone with no real experience. My thighs shook as I felt a mini orgasm vibrate through me.
His bright brown eyes stared into my eyes, gazing like a man in need of fulfillment. Like I was water to a thirsty man in the desert with the sun burning his throat. “Mina,” he muttered as his lips brushed mine. The kiss started off tender, our mouths moving nice and slow. I felt my back and then my head hit the soft pillows and his body cover me. Amir ran his hands up my waist, clutching my blouse and working it up, revealing my chest to his eyes and causing him to rumble a possessive growl. “Mine. Fucking perfect,” he whispered so low I wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself or to me, but it didn’t matter as he lifted the top off my body and pressed me back to the mattress. He dropped his head down to my breasts, running his tongue over the tops of them. My heart was beating out of control.
“Amir, I need you.”
“Say it again. Tell me.”
“I need you, now,” I panted. He tore at my bra, wildly pulling down the cup and ripping the bra. I tossed it away. He smiled, his eyes moving to mine before he sucked my hardened nipple into his hot mouth, sending a shiver down my spine and making my back arch off the bed. My hand curled around the sheets, clutching on tight as he placed kisses on my belly while tugging off my pants. He pressed his nose against my wet panties, taking in my scent.
“You smell wonderful. Just as my queen should,” he confessed, slipping his fingers in between the material and my lips. His thick, strong hands teased my pussy, a finger sliding inside he cupped my mound. My hips buck and I heard a smooth, deep chuckle against my heat before his mouth closed down on my clit.
“Amir,” I sang his name. He was my king. “Yes, oh my God,” I screamed as my first real orgasm ripped through my body. I felt like I died against the sheets. My hands tugged on his hair, wanting more and yet unable to take the overstimulation.
He sat back on his heels, licking his lips. “I could hear you scream my name over and over again. And I will. You’re perfection. I can’t get enough of your soft skin and sweet taste,” he said, unbuckling his belt and working his pants down, only to pause and stroke his thickness through the material. I felt it rub against me, but seeing its size made my pussy clench. He was massive and all for me. I was more than ready to belong to him.
Chapter 6
Amir
Her taste was engrained in my soul, I needed more, but I needed to make her mine. I wanted her thighs covered not only in her sweet come, but mine, too. I pushed my pants and boxers off, shaking them down my leg until I was ass naked in front of my woman. She was lying wide open for me with lust in her eyes.
My cock was throbbing as it pointed at her, waiting to be inside her. Her pert, round breasts were making me salivate. I leaned down and pressed my cock against her wet entrance. Her pussy was so tight, I had to go slow to get more than the tip in. I closed my eyes to fully absorb the squeeze on my cock. I looked down at her as she tensed up. I knew I was too large for her. I pressed my fingers inside her pussy and gently worked them in and out, doing my best to stretch her out. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers and I had her on the edge, but then again, so was I. I pressed my cock into her core, claiming her in one motion. She cried out, a tear sliding down her cheek and I knew I fucked up. My beautiful queen came to me pure as can be. I tucked my head to look at my cock that was covered in pink-tinged pussy juice. She was a virgin and I rushed it. “Please don’t stop, Amir,” she begged.
“I won’t. I need to calm down before I come. I’m sorry I hurt you, but you feel like fucking heaven.” My mouth captured hers again, grinding my body onto hers.
Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, trying to gain some relief. Her body was starting to get used to my intrusion. My cock begged to come already. I was ready to empty my come into her womb. Every pore on my body began to perspire as I tried to stop myself from coming deep inside her. Fuck, I felt the heat coming from her core and it was getting to be too much. I kissed her again, needing to calm down, but it had the opposite effect. Fortunately, it had the same effect for her. She arched her hips, pushing her pussy up and taking me all the way in her. Her walls grabbed hold of my cock and milked it. I roared just as she came. We both screamed out like two wild animals. I lost it and rutted the rest of my orgasm into her depths. I was completely done and feeling perfect.
Mina
Amir dropped to my side, breathing harshly and covered in sweat. He started saying something in his native tongue that I didn’t understand, but it sounded so sweet. “What are you saying?”
“I’m sorry. Forgive me, my heart. I was saying that I love you, my heart.”
“I love you, Amir.” I pressed my head against his chest, hearing his heart dance around in his chest.
I heard the ring of the phone next to his bed. “Your phone is ringing,” I murmured quickly, dozing off. He reached over me and answered it. Amir pulled me back into his arms and I pressed my head against his chest.
“Michael, what are you doing calling this line? Is everything okay?” I woke up out of my sleep.
“She’s fine, and I know your little secret. She and I are getting married. I want you to come to the wedding next week. I think that will be enough time to get it together.” I smiled against his chest, running my hands along his strong, taut abs.
“By the way, I will punch you in the gut when you arrive. Six months of hell just to keep your homosexuality a secret was brutal.”
I felt a bit guilty about that. Amir’s voice got hard. I knew he was still upset about the lie of omission.
“I’m still going to get you,” he warned Michael.
“I love you, too. See you tomorrow,” Amir replied before hanging up. He reached back over me and placed the phone on its base.
I should have called Michael back, but I was so lost in Amir that I forgot. “Oops. You forgot to call Michael back to see when he could pick you up.”
“I guess I got carried away.”
“I suppose you did. Do you feel up to being carried away again?”
“Yes, I do,” I replied, biting my lip in shameful glee.
“Ride me,” he ordered in that husky deep voice of his. I felt the stickiness between my thighs, so I tr
ied to move quickly and straddled his hips. My pussy rubbed against his stiff cock. He lifted me up and pushed me down onto his thickness. I opened up perfectly for him, my pussy eager to welcome him back in. I felt incredibly full. Tossing my head back, I took in the feelings and moaned out my satisfaction. He stuffed me so completely and owned my body.
Amir grabbed my hips and started to piston me onto his dick. I moaned and cried out and he grunted out his need. I watched the corded muscles in his arms and chest as he worked my pussy. He was sculpted magnificently and it was all for me. I closed my eyes as I lost myself in our passion.
“Look at me, Mina.” I did what he commanded, opening my eyes wide and parting my lips. He was so domineering that I couldn’t stop my pussy from squeezing his cock. “You’re mine, Mina. No one else will have you ever. Understand me? This cock is just for you, love. Make it come for you. Fuck, come around my cock, my queen,” he growled.
My movements became my own, I began to ride his cock at his words, needing to find my release. Since he didn’t have to control my hips, he took advantage and pulled me down to him, sucking my nipple into his mouth while the other pinched my other breast. And I was done, my body shook on his as I came again. I felt the flood of his come fill me up as I collapsed on his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed my head.
Chapter 7
Amir
I lost my heart to the beauty lying on my chest. There was no way this could be a dream, but it felt like every fantasy I ever had of her only a thousand times more intense.
