The Sheikh's Virgin Mistress 2 (Jatar Sheikh Series Book 2)

by Brooke, Jessica

  His hand on my pussy held me tightly as he continued pleasuring me under the water, lifting me and dropping me as he gripped my mound. His hand on my throat tightened another notch. I braced and gasped. He said through gritted teeth, “Anna, trust me. Submit. Now.”

  I tried, it was difficult to give to him as his hand continued to tighten and cut off my air. His thrusts into me grew more frantic and the water in the tub began to slosh, and the hand roughly using my pussy as a handle, dug in deeper, pushing painfully on my clit until it felt as if he would dent my body inwards. The hand on my throat tightened, the hand on my mound lifted and jerked, and his huge cock plunged deeper and deeper; faster and harder.

  He severed the last of my air just as my sheath contracted and milked his jerking cock, and I came in a rush of warmth that was hotter than the bath water now spilling over the edges. My vision narrowed to a pin prick, and then he came too, and that alone severed the last of my weak control.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  I woke up tucked into his bed. Our bed. I realized there was no going back to my other life. There wasn’t really another life anyway, and if I left now, I would spend my existence in the same depressed, chronically sad state my mother had been in since meeting her one true love at age twenty one. Nope, Omar was it for me and as much as I hated that he was right, he was. I complimented his need perfectly. He was a powerful man and with that came a need to aggress, assert and yes, dominate.

  It was just revealed to me that I happen to like being dominated and yes, okay fine, I totally got off on what he did to me.

  I was alone in bed. I discovered that almost immediately, but I didn’t let it concern me. I stretched and then wished I hadn’t when my entire body twinged and ached from moving certain muscles. I reached up and rubbed at my bruised neck and then at the bite mark area that still hurt without me even touching it.

  I rolled onto my back and again winced when my bottom was pressed against the mattress. It was most definitely bruised. As was my mound and my clit, which were both achy and felt used.

  After a spell of groggily inventorying my body and then my situation, I crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom. My neck had visible finger sized marks, as well as other marks made by human teeth. I turned and choked at the site of my abuse. Even my tits had small bruises all over them. How I was able to take all that abuse was beyond me, but even remembering it, and feeling him on me now, because of the marks and bruises, made my face curl into a lazy, mischievous smile.

  Guess who’s a pervert? I asked my reflection. It answered with an eyebrow waggle, and I giggled.

  I went back to bed since it was still dark outside and I quickly fell asleep. Omar woke me up when he crawled into bed and curled me into his arms and against his warm, naked body. There was no sex, but he held me for hours, and he often kissed my shoulders or cupped my breasts. The way he held me was possessive in a way that made me feel protected and loved and unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

  At dawn he went to look out his window and I watched him, mesmerized by his cat like grace. I knew how strong he really was, but he moved like a dancer, fluid and athletically. He caught me peeking at him from below hooded lashes.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Better than okay.” I replied.

  “I will never hurt you more than I did yesterday.” He gazed at me as if I were one of the precious works of art in the downstairs gallery. “You have no idea what you gave me yesterday.” He picked up a small ring box and came to me on the bed, “This is a show of my gratitude, Anna. You have given me something no other ever has. I love you. I am eternally yours, and you are mine, never to be touched by another.”

  He cracked open the box and a stunning sapphire ring burst to life within. It was almost as if it were backlit the way it reflected the early rays of sunlight. It was a small ring, so I knew it was for a pinky finger, but the stone was immense. My mouth sagged open in shock. “Oh my.”

  He pulled it out and I stuck forward my left hand. He slid it immediately on my pinky and then stroked the top of my hand. “Tell me the truth Anna, are you okay?”

  I remembered his decree from the day before, and I impishly grinned. “Yes Master, I am more than okay. Thank you, Omar . You revealed something in me I had no idea existed. Yes, I am okay. I love you too and I—I um, I belong to you.”

  He smiled so big that his ears lifted and his teeth gleamed. He crawled into bed and under the covers so eagerly it was as if he were a little boy. He clasped me to his chest and he kissed me with the passion of ten men. I was breathless and trembling when he departed the bed. I whined. Even though I didn’t feel as if I could have more sex, I wanted him inside me again.

  He abruptly turned and came back to me. “I would like to spend the day with you. I’ve decided I will not leave as I’d planned. Tomorrow I shall have too, but today, just you and I.”

  “Okay. That is all I ever crave Omar.”

  “You are bruised my love, my marks are everywhere on your body and this pleases me.” He pulled back the covers and I looked down the line of my body. He hopped up on the bed and then planked himself over me. “Covered in my marks.” He said with immense pride. “You shall feel me on you, all day.”

  “Oh I’ll be feeling you for more than just today.” I joked as I winced after moving and noticing yet another sore place on my body. He lowered his hips and I felt his heated skin at my belly. “Oh god Omar, how can I take more?”

  “If I am slow with you, and careful we can make love. I have a need to leave me in you, so you may scent me during the day.”

  I wrinkled my nose, “Is that a thing?” He leaned back on his shins and pushed my legs even farther apart, and then he dragged my ass up onto his thighs. He palmed himself and slapped his length against my mound, lightly at first, and then with more force. The sound it made, and what it did to my level of arousal was mind numbing. I shuddered out an exhaled, “Oh god.”

  “Ahhh, yes, indeed you can take me again. This,” He presented me his shiny finger after dancing it up through my entrance, “This is my answer.”

  “Oh Omar, I am so sore.” I whined.

  “So am I Anna, but I do not care.”

  He used his cock as a corpulent paddle and he continued to lewdly hit the fleshy part of my mound. But then he changed the angle and his obscene slaps began hitting my clit. My hips lifted and I cried out. My thighs twitched and my belly jerked, and he kept it up, spanking himself, hitting his hardened cock against my now throbbing clit. “Oh god Omar. Oh my god!” I wailed.

  Then he pressed the head of his cock to my clit and he used it to rub and rotate against my most sensitive organ; over, around, into, pressing and pushing and insisting my body respond. Rub, rub, rub—slap, slap, slap—rub, rub, rub. He did this until I was screaming from the building pressure inside my belly.

  Screaming and writhing and pumping my hips up to meet him. I was on the precipice edge, but my body just wouldn’t tip that final degree to let me climax. I said through my struggles to breath, “Inside! Omar, please, please, inside me.”

  Through gritted teeth he grunted, “Who am I?” I was so on the tipping edge I didn’t fully comprehend what he meant. He repeated, “Who am I?” And then he gripped at my already bruised hips and he deftly maneuvered me up to straddle his bent knees, and he skewered himself into me. I fell to his chest and wrapped my arms around his neck as I cried out from the abruptness of it and the fact that my body had just fallen off that high ledge.

  My hips began madly undulating against his lap and this only rubbed harder on my swollen clit; and then I totally lost it as he picked me up and bodily slammed himself into my body three times, in hard and fast succession. To an eavesdropper it probably sounded as if he was killing me, but the opposite was more accurate. I could fly, I had wings and my mind swirled in and out of consciousness as what he continued to do to me caused my insides to tumble as if in a washing machine.

  He growled at my ear, still rock hard and
grinding himself in and out of me, “Who am I!”

  I finally knew. I knew because all I wished to do was worship him, “My Master.”

  He made a sound of pleasure at my declaration and then he gutturally said, “Beg me Anna. Beg me to fill you.”

  I kissed at his lips when his face met mine and I pushed myself into him and I flexed my internal muscle, “Cum inside me Master, fill me, mark me as yours.”

  That did it, and within the next moment he thickened and pulsed inside me and my body reacted by tightening and milking him as he moaned out a release. He rocked forward and then pushed me to my back and he laid on me, still inside me and I relished how his weight pressed into me. His heartbeat was inside my belly and his hips continued a shallow slow roll so that I could feel his incredible length and power between my legs.

  When we’d both begun to breathe more normally, he rolled half off of me and stroked my nipple and then continued to cup and palpate my breast, “You will leave my seed in you, all day; do not wash me off of you. I desire you to scent me on your skin whenever you move. You will feel me here, and here,” he touched various visible bruises, “And you will scent me and feel me inside you the remainder of the day. Is that understood?”

  I weakly nodded and stroked my finger down along his strong jaw, “Yes Omar.”

  “You are such a good girl.” He kissed me and held the back of my head, “I would like to take you shopping.”

  I was about to protest and motion towards the closet already full of clothes I’d yet to discover, but I didn’t because of the boyish grin on his face. So instead I gave him a reluctant smile and giggled, “I do like to shop.”

  “What woman doesn’t?” He asked.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  As per his previous orders, I was to wear a dress and heels and also since we were going amongst the populous, I was to cover my head. I didn’t mind though. I understood and since I didn’t really like being that obvious, it felt good to wrap a beautiful silk scarf around my head and down over my cheeks.

  He took me within the building to a middle floor that was more like Rodeo Drive in Hollywood. Every imaginable boutique was in this center complex, and it was all at the exclusive, couture level. At the first shop, there weren’t even price tags on the items, which told me that back in my real life I couldn’t have afforded even a pair of socks from this place.

  Omar strolled with me, being patient and obviously enjoying seeing my expressions when I liked something. If I showed any interest in an item, he would snap his fingers and someone would run up and gather the item, following us around until I decided if I wanted to try anything on. I learned quickly to only really look if I thought it was something I would ever wear. Most of what I looked at was just too much, and way too dressy for my previous life.

  “Remember goddess, you are now a queen, you must dress appropriately.” He reminded me. After I hesitated yet again, he confidently led me to a small boutique set alone at the end of a gallery of paintings. The second we strolled in, a raft of people bowed to us and the three patrons were ushered out. Doors were locked behind us and then all eyes were set on me. “Anna, anything you want, it’s yours!” He ordered me with a sweep of his hand.

  So, I gave in and immediately went towards the shoes. I have a thing for shoes, what girl doesn’t? But I’ve never had very many pairs simply because it wasn’t practical for my life. I lived in a small apartment and spent most of my time either in class, or studying. Really no need for any shoes, let alone fancy ones. I be-lined for a pair of snakeskin pumps that had caught my eye the second we entered the store.

  “Size madam?” The small Arab man asked with a slight bend at his waist.

  I told him and then watched as he dashed to the back. I glanced at Omar who winked at me, “What?” I said with a slight grin.

  “Those caught my eye as well, they are new, and I believe a one of a kind pair. Coral snakes are not nearly as common as one would think.”

  “They will go with everything!” I declared with a tiny excited hop.

  “Yes they will.”

  The clerk sat me down and gingerly took my leg as he fitted the shoe to me. His hand stayed on my ankle as he supported it so I could inspect them from a seated position. Omar came over and sat next to me, and then leaned forward and in a hushed tone he said, “Does your touch linger on my female for a reason?”

  The man instantly dropped my leg and blustered through an apology. He picked up the box and fled the room, leaving us alone. “Omar? He wasn’t doing anything wrong.” I scolded.

  “He was touching you unnecessarily long. It displeased me. No other shall ever touch you.” He grabbed my chin, “You are mine Anna. No other!”

  His possessiveness startled me, but it also aroused me, and for that I felt guilty, but I had no idea why. I mumbled, “Okay, whatever.”

  “You will soon learn that within my culture, men do not touch another man’s woman, ever. He knew full well what he was doing.”

  I shrugged and refocused on the vibrant red, white and black, coral snake, one of a kind pumps. “I love them!”

  “They are yours!”

  “How much do they cost?” I asked.

  “I have no idea, it doesn’t matter, but we can ask.” I grinned and then slipped on the second pump and did the straps on both. He asked me to walk away, and then back, and to turn. All of which I did obediently. “I will enjoy taking you in those.” He mumbled as he stroked one mocha skinned hand up his groin.

  I went to him and set my hands on his knees, bending forward and feeling my breasts flow up and towards him since they were only contained in a negligible bra. His eyes went to my cleavage as the silken scarf floated backwards. I kissed him and whispered, “Me too.”

  Then I was tasked with finding another outfit to go specifically with the one of a kind shoes, which I also did and then went to the changing rooms. When I pulled up my dress to remove it, I scented Omar on my skin, and then when I shimmied into the new outfit, I felt a miniscule amount of, him, slide free of my core and soak into my panties. It was oddly erotic and I couldn’t help but inhale and take in his narcotic sent.

  After I twirled and modeled for him, and he approved of the new outfit, I again went back to my hands on his knees, breasts forward pose and I seductively told him, “I can feel you inside me Omar, and I smell you on me. You should feel how aroused I just got because of it.”

  He growled, “Female, you are the death of me.” The all too obvious response to my words jerked and throbbed behind the fabric of his slacks as his now hard cock strained for escape. I giggled and then sashayed away from him, doing my best swaying walk I could manage without falling down.

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  Instead of going back to his home, we took a separate elevator up into the tallest spire of the building. We were seated in an exclusive bistro setting surrounded by that famous tinted glass. Now it really felt as if we were in an airplane. We were up in the clouds and even my ears continued to pop from the elevation.

  Yummy mixed drinks were served, but I had no idea what they were, just that they were incredibly delicious and instantly made my head swim. We chatted easily, about nothing really, but it again became a memory I will forever cherish. Just seeing his expression and delight in my joy was enough for me. I felt like a kid at Disney Land for the first time and I continued to point and, oh and ahhh at the sights.

  We ate seared Ahi Tuna and a fresh green salad with simple lemon poppy seed dressing. It was nice to have something so simple yet delicious and I devoured everything on my plate. “I am going to get fat if you keep feeding me this well.” I declared with a hand on my tummy.

  “More of you to love!” He said with sly grin. Then in a bemused tone he added, “Have you considered how many calories we have been burning as of late?”

  I giggled and cocked my head to the side, “That’s true! Maybe I need to eat more?”

  “Yes,
to keep up your strength!” He waggled his eye brows and grinned seductively. He toasted the air between us, “Truth. I only speak the truth. Your skin is now my canvas. Your alabaster, marble goddess flesh is mine to decorate. All day I have relished seeing my marks on you.”

  My hand went to my neck and I blushed, “I forgot, but I thought the scarf covered most of them?”

  “It did. I saw them fleetingly, and each time, seeing how you are wearing me with pride—each time, it caused my heart to expand and love you that much more.”

  “I like them Omar.” I blushed and my cheeks burned and I lowered my gaze.

  “What is it?” He asked with an outstretched hand.

  I set mine in his and stammered through an awkward apology and confession, “Um, Omar, I have to apologize for how I acted yesterday. I am really sorry; I was being a bit of a brat. And you are kind of right, I think I might be a tad spoiled.”

  I held my finger and thumb apart just a smidge to indicate I wasn’t that spoiled. He chuckled knowingly. “And well, I had no idea I—my body—um, you know, how I reacted to you? I had no idea I would like that.”

  “Can you not say the words?” He chided.

  I blushed deeper and my breaths hitched, “No, I can. I think. I um, well, I liked it when you spanked me.”

  “And?”

  “I liked it when you did that stuff in the bathtub. I had an enormous climax that changed me forever.”

  He leaned back and grinned knowingly. “And today? What does it make you feel when you see me on you and my marks remind me of where I just was and where I intend to return?”

  I weakly nodded and breathed through my nose, “Yeah, all of it. I like it way too much.” I replied with a hint of shame in my voice.

  “Why are you ashamed of this?” He waved his hand in the air as if he were a maestro and there were an invisible orchestra behind me. “You are my ideal Anna, there is no shame in that; only immense pride! You should be honored that I chose you; that I seek to mark you as mine always. Only pride, never shame. Never forget that I chose you! And you will wear your marks with gratitude and relish in my lasting touch.”