by Tee, Marian
After a lengthy moment of silence, the sheikh released a ragged sigh. “And I love you just as much, ukhayyah. But you will also be the death of me, and I must punish you for that.”
“No!” But it was only a half-hearted protest for both of them knew the truth. They were each other’s slaves, and every command and punishment between them had always been and would always be founded on love.
She tried to get away, but the sheikh was again too fast. She tried her best to struggle, but there was no overcoming the sheikh's powerful strength. In moments, he had stripped all her clothes off, and she was lying horizontal on his lap.
SLAP!
Over her cry of pleasure and pain, the sheikh said curtly, “That’s for making me feel like I aged a hundred years overnight.”
SLAP!
“That’s for being so foolishly trusting, accompanying strangers into a car like an idiot.”
SLAP!
“That’s for forcing me to say sentimental garbage in front of the entire world—-”
“I didn’t force you—-aaah!” Her cry of protest turned into another moan of pain and pleasure as his hand connected with her bottom. She tried to wriggle out of his hold, but it was a futile effort, and he slapped her so many times that she had lost count. They were never too hard to make her cry tears of pain, but they were hard enough that the lines between pain and pleasure began to blur.
“And finally...”
Dazed, she could only allow the sheikh to arrange her limbs on the bed. She found herself on all fours and her throat drying as the sheikh slowly divested himself of his clothes in front of her. As always, the impressive sight of his powerful naked body took her breath away, and her entire frame shuddered when she felt the sheikh climb back to bed and position himself behind her.
Wordlessly, the sheikh began playing with her pussy from behind. He teased the folds until they were swollen and then tweaked her clit until it started to throb. Just when she was about to beg him to take her, he whispered into her ear, “I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers, ukhayyah.”
His fingers left her, and he said in a hard voice, “Now.”
Slowly, she reached for herself, making sure she didn’t lose her balance before sliding one finger into the moist warmth of her insides. Her finger slipped easily and she moaned at the feel of penetration, the knowledge that it was so at the sheikh's command adding to her pleasure.
“Two fingers now, ukhayyah.”
Shuddering, she did as asked and whimpered again as the feel of penetration became more intense.
“And now, for the last stage of your punishment...”
She tensed. Her punishment wasn’t over yet?
“I’m going to take your ass.” Behind her, she felt the sheikh slowly rub the head of his cock at the folds of her bottom, lubricating the hole.
Gulping with a mixture of dread and eagerness, she stammered, “Your Highness, I...”
“Relax, milady. Have I ever failed to pleasure you?”
Slowly, she shook her head.
“Then you should know tonight will not be any different.” Bending forward, his chest pressing against her back, he whispered into her ear, “Your sheikh is going to fuck your ass, and you’re going to love it.”
Such dirty words, made dirtier by the fact that they came from the sheikh's noble mouth—-
It was enough to have her whimpering out loud, and she knew then he was right. Her beautiful, cruel sheikh was going to take her ass and she was going to love it.
The End...or is it?
Well, for Ella and Khal, it's happy ever after.
But as for Mik'hail...
Flip to the next page if you wish to know more about the other sheikh.
Once Upon A Time
There was a strong and handsome sheikh who was betrothed since birth. The girl he was promised to marry was alluring and exotic, passionate and intelligent. She was a woman certainly fit to be the sheikh's bride and a queen in the future. The sheikh thought so, too, until the day his betrothed’s family came to his kingdom, and he met her.
His betrothed's sister.
“YOUR HIGHNESS, THEY are here.” Aretha, his betrothed, touched his back, and Mik'hail turned immediately, curling an arm around her waist so they could present a united front.
The day had arrived that his betrothed's family was to come live with them in his palace, and the sheikh was genuinely looking forward to welcome Aretha's kin.
Her parents were the first ones he saw, a distinguished-looking couple he had heard only good things about. Lord Richard had known the late king during their years in Eton, and it was because of the the two men's friendship that their children’s betrothal had come to be.
“Please.” The sheikh shook his head when Lord Richard was about to bow, and Lady Elizabeth had already raised her skirts to curtsy. “Formalities are not needed.” Instead, Mik'hail came down from the dais to shake hands with Aretha's father and bowed in greeting to his future mother-in-law. "We are to be a family, after all."
The words put the older couple at ease and with a smile, Lady Elizabeth said, “May I present my younger daughter, Lady Aurora?” She stepped back and drew a girl forward—-
And in that second, the sheikh's life was turned upside down.
The girl was tall where her sister was dainty and slender where her sister was buxom. Her hair was the shade of the sun, her eyes blue gray like stormy skies.
Dipping into a curtsy, the girl said sweetly, “Thank you for the welcome, akh.” She was clearly teasing him, the twinkle in her eyes unmistakable.
It had his lips twitching, but the rest of her family was horrified.
“Aurora,” Aretha snapped while their father sighed, and their mother gasped.
Straightening, the girl said with cheeky innocence, “What?” She glanced at the sheikh. “You don’t mind, do you, Your Highness?” Her voice, even mischievous, was low and husky, a sound made for the bedroom.
Mik'hail slowly shook his head.
No, he did not mind.
In fact, he had a feeling that whatever this girl did, he would not mind at all, and that, the sheikh thought grimly, was the problem.
THE SHEIKH WAS ENCHANTED. He strove to hide it, even denying the truth to himself. But each day, the feelings became deeper, and it did not help that Aretha and he had begun to quarrel as well. Although they had never spoken about it, the sheikh suspected that Aretha was aware of his interest and considered it a personal slight. He saw it in the way she so jealously guarded him whenever Aurora was around, saw it with the way she would take out her anger and insecurities on her sister...like now.
Aurora had just entered the dining hall when Aretha started shrieking.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The younger girl froze.
“Did I not teach you how to walk? To do it like a lady instead of galloping and stomping like a horse?” Aretha gestured to the sheikh furiously. “Do you want everyone to think that the sheikh is marrying
into a family of Thoroughbreds?"
Aretha started to say more but was forced to swallow the rest of her words when she saw the sheikh turning her way with cold, dark eyes.
"Enough of that, milady," The words, albeit softly spoken, were clearly a command. “You know it doesn’t matter to me. I do not insist on formalities with your family.”
Aretha’s lips tightened. “Don’t spoil her, Your Highness. You’re only making it worse. She needs to remember these things so she won’t mess up in our wedding.”
When the sheikh was about to retort, Aurora said hastily, “She's right, Your Highness. Let me try it again." Hurrying back to the doors, Aurora took care not to let her usual exuberance show as she retraced her steps, and she walked with such grace this time that she was unaware of how elegant she appeared, more so than Aretha could have ever aspired.
Aurora turned to her sister upon reaching her chair. “Is that okay, Aretha?” There was no note of sarcasm in her note. It was
clear in her hopeful expression that she only yearned of the older woman's approval.
“It’s passable.” Aretha’s voice, but the envious resentment in her gaze betrayed her true feelings.
Aurora, however, appeared oblivious to her sister's animosity and simply shrugged as she took her seat, saying cheerfully, "I'll be sure to improve in time."
Mayhap so, the sheikh thought, but unfortunately the same could not be said for the rest of the evening. Aretha, used to being wooed out of her anger, was furious at the way the sheikh ignored her petulant replies and instead engaged her father in conversation about business.
Incensed beyond bearing, the sheikh's betrothed stood up and stalked out of the room without a word.
The entreating look in Elizabeth's eyes made the sheikh say in a gentle but firm voice, “I’m sorry, milady, but I will not go after her. It is essential my intended learns that I am not the type to reward tantrums with wooing and apologies.”
Elizabeth was visibly embarrassed, but she sought to defend Aretha’s actions nonetheless, saying anxiously, “Surely you see she only did that because she was concerned about your reputation?”
Richard was frowning at his younger daughter. “This is your fault, Aurora. You know how your sister is.”
Shooting the sheikh a pleading look when she saw that Mik'hail was about to contradict this, Aurora instead bowed her head to her father. "I'm sorry, sir."
Richard and Elizabeth left as soon as plates from the last course were cleared from the table, and Aurora, seeing that this also angered the sheikh, quickly rose from her seat to take the one on the sheikh's right.
She touched the sheikh's arm gingerly. "Do not let yourself be troubled by this, akh."
"It's not right that your parents treat you in such a manner," Mik'hail said grimly. And it was not right as well that, despite of the innocence of her touch, his body had become tautly aware the moment her fingers grazed his skin.
"They only want me to do better."
"Why do they treat you so?"
Aurora didn't answer.
"And why are you letting them?"
Aurora retrieved her hand, and although the loss of her touch made him feel hollow, the sheikh was more disturbed by the way she suddenly couldn't seem to meet her eyes.
"Look at me, Aurora."
When she shook her head, he cupped her chin and left her no choice but to do as he bid.
What he saw made him curse. “You’re crying.”
She wrenched her face away. “I’m not—-" She ended up gasping when the sheikh suddenly rose to his feet.
"I will not stand for this."
Aurora was aghast when the sheikh suddenly walked away, clearly intending to have a word with her family.
Mik'hail was about to reach the door when he felt slim arms wrapping around his waist from behind.
“No, akh, please!”
Her sweet, small breasts were pressed against him, but so was her tear-stained cheek, which slowly soaked the back of his shirt.
The sheikh expelled his breath in an angry hiss. “Let go of me.”
But this only made Aurora tighten her arms around him and caused her breasts to press harder against the muscled wall of his back.
“Please, akh. Please. It’s as Mother said. My sister only wants to make sure that I do not accidentally shame you. Please do not be mad at any of them.” Her voice shook as she whispered, “Please, Your Highness, I’m begging you.”
When she begged him like that, he found himself unable to resist her. He gently took hold of her hands and unclasped them so he could turn around to face her. "It will be as you wished...for now." He intended to tell her as well that she shouldn't expect to always get her way, but before he could speak again, Aurora had already tiptoed to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.
The sheikh froze.
The kiss didn’t last for more than a second, but ah, the feel of those soft, ruby-red lips. His cock stirred, arousal dominating his senses even though the sheikh knew it was forbidden.
“Thank you, akh.” Her voice wove a spell around him, tormenting his cock even more. “You really are the best brother I could ever wish for."
The sheikh could only smile tightly, thinking that Aurora, on the other hand, was the worst sister-in-law he could ever have.
Aurora smiled up at him. "Walk me to my room?"
"Of course."
The two walked out of the dining hall, both of them with their hands clasped behind their backs, and their heads bent towards each other as the sheikh and his betrothed's sister spoke of how their respective days had gone.
It was a beautiful moment, marred only by a pair of eyes that followed them with jealous fury.
Traitors, the unnoticed woman screamed silently at the two. You will pay, I will make you all pay for your treachery!
THE RIFT BETWEEN THE sheikh and his intended only worsened with the passage of time. As it had become increasingly harder for Mik'hail to hold his tongue and not defend Aurora as he wished, he had taken to spending most of his days working either in his study or performing manual labor in the conservatory, personally tending to the roses that had been the late queen's legacy.
And it was on such a day, when Mik'hail had just entered the conservatory, that he heard an unexpected sound.
"Welcome back, Mik'hail."
The sheikh was startled at the husky voice that floated towards him. “Aurora?” That was her voice, wasn’t it? What was she doing here and why the hell was she calling him that?
“Over here,” she sang.
The sound of her voice made him hesitate, his body stirring in ways that it should never do, and for the only eighteen-year-old girl in the kingdom that he must never touch.
Even as he told himself it was better to turn away and leave, the sheikh found himself doing the opposite, the pull he felt towards Aurora as irresistible as ever. Walking further inside the conservatory, he finally found her next to the garden beds, down on her knees, smudges of dirt on her face.
“What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” she returned cheekily.
“Escaping,” he said bluntly, but neglected to tell her that it was her sister he was trying to escape. He liked the peace and quiet the trees and flowers in the conservatory gave him, something that was the exact antithesis of what Aretha currently symbolized in his life.
Her eyes narrowed at him. “You look bad, akh.”
He winced, for her. That was not exactly the proper thing to say to a sheikh – and especially the she who owned the palace where she currently resided for free. “Do me a favor," he said dryly, "and do not let your parents and sister hear you talk to me like that.”
Below him, Aurora’s grin had only widened at his words. “I’m only being honest – and concerned. You do look bad, you know.” Her arch tone, combined with her hair pinned up in a ponytail and the faded, oversized dress she had on, made Aurora appear more like a child playing grown up than anything else.
The sheikh sighed at her stubbornness. “I appreciate you telling me so, but again, please refrain from saying such things in front of your family.”
“Relax, akh. They’re off to another party,” she told him gleefully.
He had never seen her so relaxed or more vibrantly beautiful, and he suspected it had much to do with the fact that her whole family was out of the palace. "I know better than to ask whether they invited you or not," he said, "but if they did, would you have liked to go?"
Aurora rolled her eyes. “Duh, akh. I like it better this way, and you know why that is?"
The mischievous smile that curved over her lips hit him hard, and he had to turn sideways to casually hide the bulging evidence behind his pants before answering. "Why?"
“Because I’m freeeeee!”
The way she shrieked the last word out had him wincing, but it also had the sheikh's gaze gleaming with amusement, and Aurora beamed back at him.
“They won’t be back until tomorrow,
too,” she added cheerfully. “I heard them say so."
"Let us hope then," he murmured, "that you will not find yourself bored."
"Why should I be bored?" Aurora glanced at him oddly. "I have you, don't I?"
Mik'hail's face became impassive. How simple those words were, and yet how true they were, too, in an ironic sense. He was hers. But...she could never be his. The realization was enough to blacken his mood, but not wanting Aurora to notice, he abruptly changed the subject, saying, "You called me by my name earlier."
Aurora suddenly looked innocent. "So?"
Too innocent, Mik'hail thought, and he knew right away it hadn't been an accidental mistake on her part. "Because it is not proper," he said, exasperated.
"Even if it's just the two of us? And besides..." Her nose wrinkled. "I know Aretha insists on calling you by your English name, but I don't think it suits you. It's such an ordinary name, and you’re...well...extraordinary. You’re a warrior, and a name like Mik'hail better suits you.”
The sweetness in her words was beguiling. It tempted his heart to crack open, but it also had his cock throbbing even more painfully. Aurora thought him extraordinary. A warrior even, and although he knew she had spoken with the utmost sincerity, all he could think about was showing her just how much a warrior he was, with the way his cock could conquer her a thousand times in a single night.
Fuck.
He wanted to fuck her so goddamn bad he almost found himself cursing the day she had been born. She should've been born sooner dammit, so that it would be her he was betrothed to and not her sister.
"You're frowning," Aurora blurted out. "Do you really not like me calling you by your name?"
"It's not that," he said curtly. "I only think it's unwise for you to be too...fanciful."
Aurora rolled her eyes. "You just sound like my whole family right there. Being fanciful is not a crime, Your Highness."
The sheikh didn't bother responding to this, knowing a rabbithole of endless arguments when he saw one. Instead, he strode to the set of velvet settees arranged at the center of the conservatory, needing to put more distance between them.
