Trusting A Sheikh (Playgrounds of Power 1)

by Rosie Pike

  The car drew to a halt. "Don't worry." Chloe said, her heart almost splitting with warmth for this kind, grieving, lovely man. "I don't think you could ever do that – and I would never let you." She pecked him on the cheek, her lips lingering for a second on his warm skin.

  "I'd better not let you go then." Tariq grinned. "Come on, let's get going." He hopped out the car, and Chloe followed him eagerly – excited beyond belief to see inside the huge private plane.

  "Where are we going, anyway?" She asked curiously as they walked up the stairs. "Where are you taking me?"

  "To be honest with you, I really hadn't made up my mind. Where do you fancy going? The world is our oyster, after all." Tariq smiled.

  Chloe looked at him as they reached the top of the stairs. "Don't you need to file a flight plan or something? I'm not an expert, or anything like that, but I'm pretty sure you need to let people know where you're going – don't you?"

  "You do." Tariq allowed, chuckling. "Usually, anyway. But when you have one of these." He patted the side of the massive, Saudi liveried aircraft affectionately. "You can pretty much go where you want. It's a diplomatic aircraft – nobody is going to stop it. It's one of the little perks…"

  "That's alright then." Chloe smiled, rolling her eyes – it was just another new feature of this life she seemed to have stumbled into. How her father would react if she told him, she'd never know.

  "Champagne, Miss?" A smiling flight attendant asked.

  "Oh, thank you." Chloe smiled, then turned to Tariq. "I've never had that before…"

  "You better get used to it." He smiled, clinking his delicate champagne flute against hers. "It's one of the only perils of having access to billions of dollars, you know, there's always someone offering you a drink. I hate to think what kind of state my liver must be in."

  "You don't have to drink it, you know…" Chloe laughed.

  Tariq raised his glass to his lips. "Trust me." He said. "When it's this good, you really do. Now tell me – where do you want to go?"

  "Anywhere?" Chloe asked, her mind's eye wide at the prospect of picking any holiday destination in the world. "You mean it?"

  "I do." Tariq agreed with a wide grin on his face. "After all, I've got plenty of time on my hands now that I'm no longer an envoy of the Saudi government. I need to do something…"

  Chloe pondered. Usually, as a family, they'd holidayed in her mother's native Norway, or at the very best somewhere else in continental Europe. Chloe didn't want to do that again, nice as it had been – now that she had access to this massive plane, she wanted to go somewhere entirely different. "In that case," she said with a glint in her eye, "– how about Australia?"

  Tariq raised his eyebrows. "It's a long flight…"

  "That's alright." Chloe said airily. "You've got a bed on this thing, don't you?"

  The wicked glint in Tariq's eye confirmed her suspicions.

  "Well, come on then!"

  28

  "Eighteen hours."

  "What was that?" Chloe called from around the corner.

  "Eighteen hours, this fight lasts. We have to refuel in Hong Kong halfway through."

  "Can't we do one of those midair refueling things?" Chloe called, rustling something or other in the room next door.

  Tariq chuckled. "If only. Nice as this plane is, it's not a military plane, I'm afraid. All that would happen if we tried to call up a refueling tanker is that we would probably crash into the hose and we'd all die a fiery death in the ocean…"

  "That doesn't sound very promising." Chloe replied.

  "No, it doesn't, does it? Why did you pick Australia, anyway? Just because it was the furthest country you could think of?" Tariq asked.

  The rustling next door stopped, and Chloe rested an arm on the door frame. "Well –." She began, swinging herself around the frame and revealing the luxurious lingerie that she had just put on. "I figured if I was going to join the mile high club, I was going to do it in style…"

  Tariq inhaled at the sight – it was incredible; she was incredible.

  "My God, Chloe –." He said.

  "Yes?" She replied, sweetly, fishing for a compliment.

  "You look… Amazing." He breathed.

  "Don't I always?"

  "Yes, of course." He allowed, too smart by half to fall into a trap like that. "But you look extra amazing right now."

  Tariq was lying on the bed, supporting himself by his arms, and staring at Chloe with his jaw practically resting on his chest. She felt incredible, turned on, and powerful at the realization that she could have this impact on the man, a man she was beginning to realize that she… Loved? Perhaps it was too soon, but Chloe couldn't deny that she felt things for Tariq she'd never felt for another man. And he did things to her that no other man could do…

  "I'm glad." She said simply, walking seductively over towards him, sashaying her hips. It was her turn to return the favor.

  Ordinarily, Chloe wouldn't have felt confident enough to wear this particular outfit, but in front of Tariq she felt that anything was possible, she knew that he wouldn't judge her, only find her endlessly attractive. The thought was game changing, exhilarating – suddenly Chloe realized that she could live out her every fantasy without any fear that something might go wrong. And she was about to.

  The lingerie that she had picked out was… daring to say the least, yet it flattered to deceive. It was more like a swimsuit than a traditional bra and panties set, covering her stomach and back in a soft, silky mesh that showed off just enough of her soft toned flesh to instantly get Tariq hard. The mesh was patterned on the design of a butterfly, and judging by the hungry look in Tariq's eyes, Chloe knew that she'd chosen well.

  "Do you like it?" She asked, drawing close to her lover.

  "Are you kidding?" He growled lasciviously, reaching out to touch her. She batted his advances away, teasing him with her proximity.

  "Oh no you don't." She teased. "I want you to lie back and enjoy this – your treat, my hero."

  He was dressed so well that she almost didn't want to take his clothes off, but it was a small price to pay, she thought, and the toned and muscular body underneath was, after all, more than enough compensation. The slim navy jacket was the first thing to fall to the floor as Chloe straddled her lover, grabbing his tie for support. Then, she undid his shirt, one tricky enamel button at a time, spacing out to build his growing tension.

  Eventually, the tie was the only thing holding the shirt on at all, but Chloe decided she liked the look of his tanned skin poking out from underneath, and kept it there.

  "You're not going to take it all off?" Tariq asked hoarsely.

  “Shhh." Chloe replied, holding a finger to her lips. "Relax, I want you to enjoy this."

  "Oh, I will." Tariq replied fervently, falling back on to his elbows, as though he was in two minds between wanting to lie down and allow her to have her way with him, but also wanted to keep staring at her. Chloe loved it, it made her feel wanted, and attractive.

  She ran her hands down his torso, brushing her fingers against his hot skin and playing with the fabric of his shirt until he was practically begging for her to go lower. She kissed him on the stomach and looked up at him with big, round eyes. He was staring right back, and they held eye contact for a few long seconds as Chloe watched the desperate look on Tariq's face with utter joy.

  "Want more?" She whispered, grazing her lips against his hot, fevered skin. He just nodded, as though he'd lost the ability to talk.

  "Are you sure?" She teased.

  "Please…"He begged hoarsely, and this time she didn't make him wait, didn't make him beg any more than she ready had, because deep down she was as ready to pleasure him as he was to receive it.

  She unzipped his pants, threading her fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts and the pants over the top of them, and pulled them down in one motion, exposing his massive, hard cock. Chloe watched in fascination as, ever so slightly, the skin on his testicles shrank in response to
the slightly cool atmosphere of the plane's cabin.

  She reached forward, delicately dancing the tips of her fingers on his balls, and he wriggled and danced a jig of his own in response to the unexpected source of pleasure. "Ever done this before?" She asks. "Up here, I mean."

  "No." Tariq moaned. "I only just…" He took a couple of deep breaths as she teased him ever more intensely. "I only just got access to the plane a few weeks ago." He finished, staring at her with eyes that begged for more.

  Chloe couldn't bear to keep them waiting any longer – it almost felt cruel to see him like this, he looked like a caged animal at the zoo. She took his length in her hand and closed her fingers around it, watching with delight as he sighed with pleasure. "Yes…" He moaned, the slight sound almost accidentally escaping his lips.

  Chloe knew what to do. Delicately, smoothly and gently, she stroked her hands up and down his cock, getting her own satisfaction from the gasps and moans she was able to elicit from her willing patient. She could feel the heat building between her own thighs, and contrived to put one of Tariq's powerful legs between them, so she could grind her crotch against it – slowly, so that she could control herself. She leaned forward, kissing the tip of Tariq's cock before taking the full-length in her soft mouth.

  "Yes…" He hissed again, stroking his hands through her hair, and electrically scratching the nape of her neck so that a shiver ran through her entire body. Chloe moaned in sync, and now the heat was undeniable, and she didn't think she could last much longer without feeling him inside her. Still concentrating on pleasuring her lover with her mouth, she began to loosen her clothes, pulling one item off at a time.

  Tariq was lost in his own world, and didn't see any of it, but suddenly she was straddling his legs, now fully naked, the inside of her thighs slick with wetness. She released his cock from her mouth, allowing the thick, hard flesh to flop against his taut stomach.

  "What?" He asked, or began to at least, in a whisper as he felt the delicate kiss of the cold cabin air on his suddenly exposed penis. But by the time he'd fully registered his surprise, and before he could even fully open his eyes, Chloe had grasped his cock with her hands once again, but this time to guide it inside her.

  She forgotten how big it was, how it stretched her – not too much, but just enough. She forgotten how hot it felt inside her, how it almost felt as though his heat was melding with hers even before he started thrusting into her, and more than anything she'd forgotten how hard he felt. She'd never met a man who was so clearly and obviously attracted to her, never met another man whose body responded in ways that couldn't hide his obsession.

  "Take me." She said, leaning forward and whispering into his ear. He didn't take much convincing. He put one hand on her hip as Chloe began undulating her hips in slow, steady rhythm on top of him, her hands deliberately placed on his tight stomach, not only propping her up, but providing her an endless source of sexual excitement. Her fingers explored the light covering of hair, stroking the smooth, sensitive skin and building her lover's pleasure.

  Chloe angled her hips forward slightly, allowing Tariq to enter her more deeply, and forcing her clitoris against his pelvic mound, so that every time she rocked forward, and every time he thrust into her, it grazed his hard body.

  Tariq looked up at her, grabbing one of her pert breasts with one of his large, powerful hands, stroking it and thumbing the nipple, which sent powerful sparks of electric pleasure through her entire body. His ravenous eyes roamed her skin, starting at the top, holding eye contact with her for the longest time until it felt as though they were sharing the same pleasure, and allowing Chloe to see an intimate side of her lover that she had never known existed – a soft, sensual side; and then they travelled down her body, taking in every inch of her burning flesh, focusing for a time on her nipples before he managed to reassert control over his most primal urges, and then his gaze travelled down the soft skin of her stomach, before finally ending up where their hips met.

  Chloe moaned as the pleasure began to build up inside her, rocking her hips forward harder so that her most pleasurable spot was stimulated more and more every time she sank down onto Tariq's cock. He started groaning, and Chloe knew, as she closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure, that he was as close to his climax as she was to hers. Her skin was hot with excitement, and the opening between her legs was slick with wetness. When she next opened her eyes, she saw Tariq's gaze was still fixed upon her pink opening, and he was moving his hand towards it, stroking her down the side of her rib cage, tickling her stomach, and then, finally, deliciously, placing his thumb on her nub.

  "Yes!" She moaned, unbidden, as the pleasure redoubled. As she rocked her hips forward once again, her ass crashing down onto Tariq's powerful, muscular thighs, his thumb was pressed firmly onto her clitoris, making tiny, small circles, easily gliding along the slick, wet surface. "Don't stop…" She begged, closing her eyes again and starting to pant.

  She felt Tariq's other hand grasp her hip once more, his fingers digging in this time, pulling her into him and noticed that his breath had become ragged and uncontrolled. His hips bucked, driving his length deep inside her, and she groaned alongside it. "Yes!"

  Chloe was overcome by the sensations that were now pervading her entire body, the electric tingling all over her skin, the overwhelming sense of pleasure from her nub, the sound and sensation of Tariq gasping and jerking underneath her, and most of all the incredible, barely bearable, overwhelming heat between her legs. Her climax washed over her like a tidal wave breaking on a rocky shore, and for a few seconds she couldn't see or hear anything that wasn't the man underneath her.

  Tariq rammed his hips upwards desperately once more, riding his own orgasm, and Chloe felt the powerful grip on her hip subside as first his entire body went taut, then relaxed into the bed. She collapsed onto his chest, holding onto one of his stick, powerful arms for support as her entire body trembled with the after-shocks of the incredible orgasm she'd experienced.

  "Oh my God, Tariq. That was amazing." She panted, head against his thick, muscular chest.

  He groaned in agreement, his hand lazily stroking her back.

  "Good thing it's such a long flight." He said, kissing her on the head. "I'm looking forward to round two…"

  THE END

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  The End

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