by Rosie Pike
"Not many can," Tariq agreed. "Why do you think I try and get away so often? I like my country, but not like it is at the moment."
He slumped down onto a padded armchair looking half defeated. He closed his eyes and lay there for a couple of seconds while Chloe contemplated going over to him and comforting him however she could. As she watched, the expression on his face changed from resignation to… something else. His jaw set, muscles tightening and tensing under the surface of the skin, and his posture shifted ever so subtly in the chair.
"What?" she asked, curious.
"I'm not going to let him beat me," Tariq said determinedly, opening eyes which burned with a righteous fury. "He wants me to give up, wants me to believe I don't stand a chance against him. And he might be right," he admitted. "But I'm still going to try."
The sudden confidence that was once more suffusing him returned Tariq to the man Chloe had first fallen into bed with. It was like night and day, as though a switch had simply flicked in his mind and forced him to cast off the self-doubt and recrimination that fit him so poorly.
"Are you sure that's the right thing to do?" Chloe asked, padding towards him barefoot, having kicked off her heels. "Couldn't you just run?"
"I could," Tariq agreed affably. "But what kind of man would that make me?"
"It'd make you the kind of man who lives to fight another day," Chloe said, the concern evident in her voice. "There's no use fighting him just because you can. Why not wait until you're strong enough to win?"
Tariq focused his intense, intelligent gaze on Chloe's face, watching her intently as she walked over to him. "You might be right," he agreed, "but that doesn't stop me from wanting to punch him in the face…"
Chloe closed the last couple of yards between them slowly and seductively, sashaying her hips, and staring at her prince with a seductive gaze in her eyes. "Pick your battles," she advised, maintaining eye contact the whole way. "Why waste effort before you know you can win? Why not focus on things that are right in front of you?" she whispered, straddling him on the comfortable armchair, resting her weight on knees either side of his crotch.
Tariq sighed gently, a little gasp of air escaping his lips that caused Chloe to shiver deep inside. "Pick my battles?" he asked, a little smile on his lips. "Is that your advice?" he asked, leaning forward and nuzzling her hair, breathing in deeply.
"It is," Chloe replied softly, her skin tingling all over her body.
"And can I win this one?" he asked, placing one of his hands on her right hip and allowing the other to roam up and down her back, his fingers drawing light circles all over her skin.
Chloe didn't respond for a while, just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations building over her body. "You can," she whispered softly, lost in the pleasure. "You already have…"
He didn't wait for another invitation, just hooked his hands under her top and pulled it straight off, casting it onto the floor somewhere out of sight. Once again, the last thing Chloe had expected was that she might end up being intimate with Tariq again, so she hadn't dressed up particularly – the bra was plain. He didn't seem to mind, and as with her top, he just single-mindedly pinched his fingers on the clasp, unhooked it, and lifted it over her head. Chloe knew what she was in for – this wasn't going to be tender, sweet love making, far from it. Tariq had steam to burn off, and a lifetime of bad memories to forget, and he was going to use her to help do that. She was fine with that.
She was hungry for a kiss, and leaned in, passionately planting her mouth on his and biting his lower lip gently in encouragement.
"Ouch." He breathed heavily, hands now scrabbling at her skirt, looking for the top of the zip. "What was that for?" Tariq gasped, looking up at her reproachfully.
"I just got carried away," Chloe replied, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Don't stop," she chided, grinding her crotch into his.
Tariq took it as an order, lifting her hips up with one hand and unzipping her skirt in one long, continuous motion with the other, and flinging it to one side before dropping her, hard, into his crotch.
"Well this isn't fair, is it?" Chloe chided him again. "I want to see some of that skin." She leaned forward and began undoing the buttons of his shirt, passing the hard circular pieces of plastic through the slits as fast as she could manage.
"Rip it off," Tariq growled. "I can always buy a new one."
Chloe didn't stop, just continued methodically undoing the buttons one at a time. "Maybe not for much longer," she replied, slyly – alluding to the fact that if Tariq was to cross his father, then he might not be able to expect to live the life of luxury forever.
Tariq's hands appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the shirt. "I've got money of my own, wouldn't you know," he said, and then ripped the shirt off, sending the buttons flying across the room. Chloe giggled with surprise, and helped him out of it as he leaned forward.
"I hope so," she chuckled, making circular motions with her hips, and teasing his cock into life. "I only date a certain class of men, you know?"
"Is that right?" Tariq replied, glancing up at her with a raised eyebrow. "It must not be a particularly selective class, then, if you're willing to accept the son of a murderer…"
"Who said I was?" Chloe replied provocatively, turning in for another kiss. She started with his lips, but couldn't resist kissing her way down his cheek and along his strong, thick and powerful jawline. His breathing quickened, she sensed it change in his entire body. It was more erratic now, and faster – and the intakes of breath happened almost exactly in time with her shifting on his crotch.
"You like that do you?" she asked breathlessly. He nodded wordlessly in reply, his face a picture of contentment. She didn't want to disappoint him, so she dragged her lips down his neck, against the ever so slight bristle of the late evening stubble. He shivered in response, and she kissed her way down his thick, muscled chest, marveling at the shape he kept himself in.
She crawled backwards, not breaking eye contact as she continued her slow, steady journey of pecking nibbles and kisses down the prince's torso, and then wickedly dragged her fingers, drawn back in the shape of a claw, across the bulge in his crotch.
"Please –" he begged, and Chloe felt alive with the power she held over him.
"Please what?" she asked, eyes narrowed – just waiting for the request. Chloe wanted nothing more than to take his length in her mouth, to taste a slight salty tang of sweat, and sample the musky aroma of his juice, but more than anything – she wanted him to ask.
The contradiction was written on his face – he didn't want to, at least not completely. "Please –" he begged again, gasping in pleasure as Chloe's fingers danced lightly across the expensive fabric that stood between her skin and his cock.
"I said – please what?" Chloe repeated, with a glint in her eye. "All you need to do is ask." She continued drawing her fingers slightly up and hooking them into the waistband of his suit pants and burrowing beneath his underwear.
Tariq fixed her with a stern look, maintaining eye contact and holding his gaze, but begging her with his eyes not to have to say the words. She slapped a cheeky expression on her face, and saw him grimace with frustration and unrequited desire as he finally relented, as though there had ever been a doubt that he would, eventually, fold.
"I want to feel your mouth around me…" he finally sighed. It wasn't quite the wholehearted, full-blooded declaration of desire that Chloe had been looking for, but it was close enough – and she was tired of playing games. Deftly, she unclasped the buckle of the suit pants, unzipped them and slid them off, underwear along with them, until it was all discarded in a pile at Tariq's feet, his cock half erect and bobbing gently in the air, pulsating with the hot blood flowing into it.
Chloe formed her lips into a circle, and blew on it gently, teasing her lover. His cock danced, jumping with the unexpected sensation, and he looked down at her, desperate for more, but Chloe wasn't to be hurried. She traced her fingers down his thick, muscular thighs, gentl
y scratching the surface of his skin. She watched, engrossed, as the muscles tensed underneath the surface.
She lowered her mouth to his inner thigh, kissing it and watching with delight as the leg jumped lightly in response. She did it again, this time on the other leg, and elicited the same reaction, and continued, circling the area around his groin with gentle, delicate touches of her lips. His erect penis was full, thick with blood now, and she couldn't hold back any longer, sighing with delight as she finally took him in her mouth.
"Ahhhh…" Tariq sighed in relief, relaxing into the armchair as her mouth went to work with gusto. She took as much of his long, thick manhood in her mouth as she could manage, but there was still skin left bare. She didn't spare any effort, her tongue, lips and fingers all working as one, combining to form a teasing, sexual whirling dervish. Her head bobbed up and down, and above her, Tariq stiffened, his eyes flickering under his closed eyelids, his left hand gripping powerfully onto the upholstery. His breathing was more erratic than ever, he was catching it whenever he could, but it wasn't enough as he gasped in pleasure. He was close.
But Chloe wasn't going to let him have all the fun. As she knelt before him, she deftly pulled her own panties off, and then lifted her mouth off his cock. He sighed in desperation, opening his eyes and looking down at her, but she was ready on the move, using his thick, tree trunk-like limbs like the rungs on a ladder to hoist herself up his body. In one gentle, graceful movement, she didn't give him so much as a second to protest the breaking her ministrations as she lowered herself onto him, sighing with pleasure as his full-length filled her up.
"That's better," she whispered huskily, rocking her hips forward and silencing any protest in one movement. Tariq's chest was covered in tiny beads of sweat, and she placed her hands straight onto it, using his large pectoral muscles to support her.
"If I'd known all it took to get you back into bed was disowning my father," Tariq grunted, mid-thrust, "I'd have done it days ago…"
Chloe didn't reply, just concentrated on the growing feelings of pleasure and the heat building inside of her. Every time her toned legs lifted her up, rocked her hips forward, and dropped her on Tariq's thighs, his cock pressed into her at exactly the right angle, stretching her and rubbing against her most sensitive spot.
"Just there," she gasped. "Don't stop," she ordered, desperate he didn't change a thing as she rode him, slightly increasing the tempo. He reached up, grabbing one of her breasts and pawed at it roughly, tweaking her nipple and sending shocks of painful pleasure reverberating around her entire body.
"Yes!" she called out involuntarily, and the sound encouraged him to repeat it. Chloe loved it and Tariq leaned forward, delighting in his discovery of how sensitive her nipples were, taking one in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. The slight change in his body position as he did so was absolutely perfect, and every time her hips made the journey forward, his cock reached a further inch into to her.
As she reached the edge of her orgasm, with electric shocks of pleasure shooting from her nipples down to her crotch and meeting in the middle, Chloe began to lose control over her limbs, and over the movement of her hips, which became jagged, erratic and uncontrolled. Smoothly, as this happened, Tariq took control, planting his hands firmly on her hips and holding them tightly, bucking his own hips powerfully into her. Chloe's head fell backwards and she panted, beginning to lose all conception of where she was as she reached her orgasm. She barely felt as Tariq moved one hand from her hip and placed it on her breast as he fucked her, using the position to slam into her harder, more powerfully. And then it happened, her entire world blacked out and the heat from her crotch exploded, her skin tingled and her nipples felt like two spots of fire on her chest.
"Yes!" She might have screamed, or she might not – she had no way of knowing, and then collapsed – exhausted, onto Tariq's chest. He didn't stop – he had no intention of doing anything close, just flipped over smoothly so that she was on her hands and knees, and he was left standing behind her. The position allowed him to thrust harder and fill her deeper, and as Chloe panted in her exhaustion, he pounded into her without stopping, the energetic orchestra of their panting breaths only briefly, intermittently interrupted by him grunting in pleasure.
"I'm close," he said, the sound barely punctuating his own ragged breathing, and Chloe backed into him harder, feeling an electric aftershock growing inside her. He grabbed onto one of her shoulders and pushed into her ever harder, and the other hand on her hip tightened, and as Chloe clenched around his cock in her own blissful wave of orgasm, he came inside her. It was his turn to collapse, and he sacked forward onto his knees.
"Holy shit," was all that came to mind.
23
Chloe wasn't a light sleeper, ordinarily at least. Something about tonight was different, though. Perhaps it was the fact that she was in a new bed, or perhaps it was her very real worry about the danger of the situation she had found herself in, or maybe it was something as simple as the fact that she wasn't used to sleeping in bed with another man – but regardless, something contributed to the fact that, tonight, she was easy to rouse.
The change that prompted it was tiny, miniscule in fact, but it did the trick. Chloe shifted restlessly in the huge, queen size bed, her subconscious noticing that the climate in the huge Presidential Suite had changed – just by a couple of degrees, but it was enough. Her eyes flickered open and she sat up, propping herself upright with one arm, drawing the sheet up to cover her breasts with the other. She looked down at the sleeping form of Tariq by her side, and then chuckled to herself quietly – what a silly gesture, she thought. After all, who could possibly be creeping around at this time of night…
Weirdly, it was as though her brain had posed that question for a specific purpose, because she couldn't stop thinking about it. Why had she woken up? For that matter, why were the hairs on the back of her arms standing up, the flesh prickling into goosebumps – and why was she so alert? Since it normally took a long, hot shower to wake her up, this was certainly unusual. Inside her chest, she could feel her heart thumping at a hundred beats per minute, like it was trying to escape its bony cage. Chloe lifted her long legs over the side of the bed and quietly set them down on the floor, picking up a silk dressing gown that was helpfully pegged to the wall close by and shrugging it on.
She stood up and quietly padded over to an iPad mounted on the wall, slowly freaked out by how nervous she was, and keyed up the security system. She told herself that this was ridiculous, she should just go back to bed – but something stayed her feet, and forced her to continue tapping at the screen. She pulled up the camera app, the appendages of which covered the entire suite – barring the bathrooms, that was. It slowly began cycling through, showing fuzzy, grey, crackling images of empty rooms – first the cocktail bar, then the movie theatre, which Chloe suddenly realized with a start she'd never shown Tariq – another blot on her copybook, then the study, then the empty living room, then the…
Wait. Chloe's blood froze. What was that in the living room? She was sure she had just seen something moving and urgently swiped right, getting back to the camera feed. Shit. There was definitely someone down there – and there was no way that could be a good thing. This suite was supposed to be completely private, nobody other than her and the guest should be allowed in – not even the hotel manager.
And since both she and Tariq were in the bedroom, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that whoever was downstairs was up to no good. She pressed the home button on the iPad, bringing up a screen full of apps and desperately opened another, locking the doors of the master bedroom with a tap of a button. If someone really wanted to break through them, it wouldn't take them long, but at least it was something.
Shit.
Chloe couldn't even think straight. Nothing in her training had prepared her for this. She was rooted to the spot. Behind her she could hear the calm, measured breathing of Tariq, slumbering away on the bed. Yes, that was it �
�� that was something she could do. She ran over to him, her bare feet barely making a sound in the darkness. She leaped onto the bed, startling him slightly – but only in as much as to force him to snort in his sleep.
"Tariq!" she hissed, grabbing him by the shoulder and rocking him back and forth violently. "Wake-up!"
“Eh?" he grunted, sitting up quickly in surprise, and almost cracking Chloe's nose in the process. If she'd been an inch or two closer to him, she’d have been reeling in pain.
"Shhhh!" she said, putting a finger to her lips. "I think there's someone in the suite with us," she whispered, eyes darting from side to side in her mild panic.
Suddenly alert, Tariq quietly whipped the covers off his naked body and searched for his pants. "Why?" he asked, whispering, while pulling them up.
"Why what?" Chloe hissed, irritated that Tariq didn't appear to be taking it seriously.
He shot her in an apologetic look, but also one that spoke to his urgency. "Why do you think there's someone here?" he whispered.
"Oh," she replied in turn, feeling a little silly. "I saw him on the camera. At least one, maybe two people – I'm not sure. I've locked the doors, but if someone tries to break them down, they won't hold for long."
Tariq swung his legs over the side of the bed and placed his feet on the floor, leaned over and rolled the legs of his suit pants up to the middle of his calves. Chloe presumed it was to prevent any possibility of them getting in the way. He stood up and padded over to the wall mounted iPad, taut, toned chest exposed to the cool nighttime air.
"How do I work this thing?" he hissed to Chloe, who was sitting on the bed, nervously hugging her legs. She scrambled to life, jumping off to join him – but almost falling over in the process.
"Keep it down," he whispered. Chloe joined him by the iPad and quickly called up the camera feed, switching to view that showed all nine different cameras. They watched the grainy, black-and-white footage, searching for anything that was out of the usual. "There's nothing there," Tariq whispered, still keeping his voice down. "Are you sure about what you saw?"
