by Mya Larose
She shook her head in misery. Her toys weren’t even enough now.
Consequently, she booked the first flight to Istanbul the day after the wedding. She might get laid if Lady Luck was on her side.
The ring of her mobile phone interrupted her depressing thoughts. She opened her handbag and fished her mobile phone out, making sure she didn’t damage her nails for tomorrow.
“Lara Dunups. Who’s calling?” she asked as she looked down at her watch. She had been standing here for over ten minutes. She frowned.
“Lara, it’s me, Yasemin. I simply wanted to know if you picked up the dress yet,” she said.
Her duty in the organization of the wedding was the dress, and Yasemin’s duty was the organization of the reception after the wedding.
“Not yet, honey, I’m still waiting for the seamstress to show up with the last modifications,” she replied. “I’ll call you as soon as I can get my hands on the dress.”
“Okay, Lara! I’m going to wait for you and show you the table decorations I put up. I asked Zara, but you know her. She simply told me that she trusts me. Well, that isn’t very helpful, if you know what I mean!” She sighed softly.
“Oh, I know. I received the same response from her when I mentioned the dress. Nevertheless, I guess she was busy trying to stay away from Peter. I’m telling you, that man is on a constant rise as soon as he is nearby Zara.” She giggled.
“Oh, yerk! Let’s just not go there, okay? We are talking about my sister’s sexual life, here. TMI.”
“TMI?” Lara asked. She must be getting old, too.
“Well, it means Too Much Information,” she concluded with a laugh.
From the corner of her eye, she could see the seamstress making her way towards her. She was still holding the phone against her ear when she gestured for the woman to approach her.
She faced the woman. “Listen, Yasemin, the dress has just arrived. I’ll meet you at the reception hall in about twenty minutes.” She looked again at her watch. “Then we can go over every last detail for tomorrow’s big event. How’s that, sweetheart?”
“You’re the best, thank you, Lara. See you soon then,” she said, and hung up.
She put her phone back in her bag. “Sorry about that. Everything is a bit hectic for tomorrow’s big day,” she said with an apologetic grin.
“Don’t you worry. It’s understandable,” the seamstress replied with a kind smile.
Lara made her way towards her car with the precious vintage dress thrown over her arm.
The next day at wedding, Lara was seated just behind Zara’s mother along with her sister, Yasemin. She discreetly emitted a content sigh. She was very proud of what Yasemin and herself had accomplished with the organization of a simple wedding at the church without maids of honor and the reception hall like Zara wished it.
As she peeked round the church, she realized with satisfaction that everybody showed up for Zara and Peter’s marriage. Lara looked straight ahead to the handsome man standing at the upper side of the aisle who would shortly become her best friend’s hubby. Her smile grew bigger.
Peter was very dashing in his black vintage tuxedo. With his grey vest that she had helped him pick out was straight underneath his jacket. He had a grey handkerchief in his front pocket. He was tall, handsome and sported a large happy grin and his face. He was exactly what Zara needed. A loving man.
The music soon changed from a beautiful processional music to “Here Comes the Bride.” Lara slowly rose from her seat and twisted to look at the door of the church expectantly. She wanted to see her in her beautiful wedding dress. Zara wouldn’t wear it in front of them since she believed that it would bring her jinx.
As the doors opened slowly to reveal the petit and voluptuous figure of her best friend, Lara sucked in a breath of air. Oh, my God! She was gorgeous, absolutely stunning. Why shouldn’t she? All brides looked beautiful on their wedding day.
Her dress was of the purest white with a bell hoop skirt that got out from her waist and slowly moved down to the base in a bell shape. The top slowly dipped down in a slight bend so that it slightly showed off her fantastic cleavage. The sleeves hung off her shoulders. Roses adorned the little white rings along the sleeves that fell gently on her shoulders.
Her train was long and falling behind with a rose that attached it to her attire. Roses slowly flowed down the train and matched the ones on her arms. She looked just like an angel. And the red rose bouquet that she held matched her dress beautifully.
Her beautiful brown hair was down with soft curls flowing freely down and around her tanned face. Her headpiece was also adorned with roses and sat like a crown around her head. She had long netted tulle serving to cover her face.
As Zara marched slowly, she winked at her through the veil with a big and bright smile she ever saw on her face. Lara felt her eyes watered as she looked at Zara standing next to her future husband.
As the pastor addressed the faithful words, she could see Zara and Peter looked deeply into each other’s eyes. This was the day they had been waiting for. It felt like an eternity would come before their day would come, but it had finally come. Lara couldn’t be happier for her friend. They would soon be husband and wife. Nothing could ever be compared to this day.
At the conclusion of the Pastor’s benediction, Peter lifted Zara’s veil. With his arms around her waist, kissed her deeply, passionately, and fondly. Their audience applauded and whistled as the couple kissed for the first time as a married couple.
“It is now my pleasure to introduce to you,” sang the pastor out loud, “for the very first time, Mr. And Mrs. Peter Adames!”
Lara couldn’t hold her tear of joy and the Hell with her make-up! She wiped the tears from her eyes as she turned her attention back to the lovely couple. The audience erupted in cheers and claps. Zara and Peter walked down the aisle towards the door that Zara had just walked through earlier as a bachelor girl.
“She’s beautiful. Isn’t she?” Asked Yasemin as she wrapped her arms around her shoulder for some kind of support.
Lara grabbed her hand on her shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, “Yes! She’s a real stunner. You have done a good job, too, kiddo!”
Yasemin playfully nudged her with her shoulder, “Thanks to you, as well. Old woman!”
“Hey, you cheeky!” Lara blew raspberries.
She pulled her by her hand toward the waiting cars, “Come on! Let’s go to the reception hall, now. I can see mum tapping the foot impatiently on the floor and you know what it means. We are going to be scolded for making her wait,” Yasemin stated as she rolled her eyes.
The reception was great as she had planned it with Yasemin like a big family reunion. Everybody toasted for the honor of the newly wedded couple. She enjoyed her time with everyone while they drunk and danced but Lara wasn’t a great drinker so she abstained herself to soft drinks.
It was time for her to head back home. After several hugs with Zara and Peter, she took her leave from the happy couple and wishing them all the best.
As she drove, she felt dizzy and a cold sweat broke out over her skin. The road in front of her seemed to vanish. Her surroundings within the car spun so fast now. She struggled to maintain control of the car. Her phone started ringing again. The distraction broke her focus and the car swerved to the left. A tree came out of nowhere. She barely regained concentration to jerk the sweaty steering wheel to the right, only to collide with more trees. Four times, she heard the metal crunching as she whirled through a haze of light, tree branches, and memories. Her last thought was about her dark and mysterious man before she succumbed to the darkness.
Chapter 3
Province of Izmir, 1521
Later that evening, Pasha Suleyman rode his mount through his land, towards the stone wall and through the gate of his domain. They had been hunting around the edge of Izmir for wild game for his household all day. He didn’t have to hunt himself, he had servants, but hunting for him was more of a pastime tha
n a necessity.
Today the hunt was fruitfulness since he had come to his new home from Istanbul. He nudged his horse with a squeeze of his thighs to urge him into a canter. After his audience with his father, he had had several carts loaded with food and beverages. He had sent his adviser and friend Salim to the slave market to purchase half a dozen slaves to serve him for his day-to-day life.
Suleyman and his hunting companion arrived within the walls of his house. He swiftly dismounted his horse and turned over the reins of the horse to his servant. He reached over his shoulder and grabbed his falcon by the talon. The devil bird was a present from his father. It had a stubborn attitude, but its hunting skills were the best, and the bird was his eye while flying.
His chief falconer waited for him at the entrance of his stable. As soon as he handed the bird over him, he briskly made his way towards the entrance, followed by his dogs.
He called for his servant. “Davut, call the Janissary. Tell him to wash the dogs.” He patted the dogs’ heads. “They played in the mud today,” he said with a grin.
His Janissary was in charge of looking after his precious dogs, from training them to their welfare. The dogs were essential assets to his hunting party. They were even outfitted with silver collars.
Taking the steps two by two, he went upstairs and walked down the main balcony. It faced the front of the house and almost surrounded the property. When he reached the doors of his chamber, his servant immediately opened them. Ali took care of his day-to-day needs, from bathing him to organizing his outfits.
Ali closed the two doors behind him without a word, then began to disrobe him of his hunting costume. Wearing only his chamber robe over his naked body, he made his way to his privy room where he could relax and be himself.
He lay down on one of the sofas as he reached for the tray of fruit placed on the low table by the one of the servants. “Ali! You may retire from my service for this evening. I might go to bed early,” Suleyman said. He chewed on the sweet pearl of grape, and watched his servant bow and close the door behind him.
His dreams kept him awake most of the nighttime. His state of constant sexual frustration made him so tired.
His father had offered to hand over some of his young Nubian and Syrian women. Alas, his manhood wasn’t stimulated by the thought of bedding them. With a heavy sigh, he threw the remaining fruit on the copper plate.
“What do I truly want?” he murmured thoughtfully while rubbing his goatee.
He leaned against the mountain of pillows arranged behind him. He knew exactly what he needed, or, to be more precise, whom he wanted. He wanted and needed his Caucasian woman, the Kadin of his dream. That was his wish, and may God grant it. Suleyman closed his eyes and prayed.
He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the muffled noise that came from his chamber. He lifted his head from the pillow and looked at the ajar door that connected to his chamber. When he heard it again, he presumed it was Ali, who tidied his chamber up before he retired to his own chamber. Paying no attention to it, he leaned back and closed his eyes. He tried to imagine his fire-headed Kadin.
Suddenly, he heard a feminine moan.
Frowning, he started to get up. “Ali! Ali!” he called out in a loud voice.
However, nobody replied. He rapidly made his way to his chamber. As expected, he was alone. He was hearing noises now, he thought as he shook his head again. As he turned to go back to his privy, he caught a lump on his bedding from the corner of his eye.
He approached his bedding slowly and leaned over the lump. He kneeled down next to the person that lay on his bedding. He held his breath. It was a woman. She lay down on her stomach. Her fiery red hair was loose. The mass of spiral curls lay over the pillow. Her hair was obstructing her face.
Holding his breath, he slowly but gently moved a strand of hair away from the woman’s face. Her long lashes hid her eyes. However, what he saw made him take in an audible breath. He felt his heart pound hard in his chest. There, on his bedding, was the woman, the Caucasian, his Kadin.
He shook his head slowly in disbelief and looked again. He couldn’t believe it. Had God granted him his most desired wish? Or was he dreaming again? Holding his breath, he hesitantly caressed the contour of her fair, beautiful, light-skinned face. Her cheek was smooth and flawless, like a new infant.
As he ran his eyes over her exquisite form, undeniable desire passed through his body.
Still, something wasn’t right. She was dressed in what appeared to be a boy’s clothing or undergarments. The vest she wore was so tight, it molded the curves of her spine and the valley of her lower back. He could see the smooth skin of her lower calves and shins. The hem of her robe stopped just below her perfectly rounded behind. Her legs were slightly closed, enough for him to see the dark V between her legs that led to heaven.
With his index, he nudged her softly. “Kadin!” he murmured, almost too softly to hear.
Nevertheless, the woman didn’t move. Was she hurt, or dead? He looked closely at her face and could see her breathing. He took the opportunity to lean over again and nuzzle her cheek. His manhood hardened as her scent surrounded him.
By God, she was absolutely perfect. As the light from the fire licked at her face, he could see that she had beautiful skin and natural pink lips. He wanted to know what those lips would look like wrapped around is manhood. He shifted slightly to try and ease his erection.
Every man within his father’s empire and beyond would envy him to have found a precious Caucasian of such beauty. The women of her origin were sought after and sold to the highest bidder.
Emboldened, he moved down the bed just a little as he began to caress her arm with the tip of his fingers. He wanted to make sure that she was real and not a fragment of his imagination. He became more aroused as each second passed.
He felt his heart pound with excitement in the silence of the chamber. A soft breeze drifted through the window as he rose up a bit and rested on his elbow, intent on getting a better view if he could. However, there was only so much light the moon and the fireplace could impart. He brought his face as close as possible to her semi-naked form as he ran his fingers slowly down to the juncture of her thighs.
“Don’t leave me, please! Stay!”
Did he dare try to urge them to loosen up more? He nearly gasped out loud when she abruptly turned on her back. Holding his breath, he held his hand in place between her thighs as she miraculously moved them apart wider. He stayed there, frozen in place.
“Hmm! Yes, please,” she moaned.
He took her contentment as encouragement. However, he wanted to be certain for she still had her eyes closed. “Are you certain, beloved?” he asked her, holding his breath.
The only affirmation he received from her was the nod of her head. He took a deep breath as he pushed aside the thin barrier of fabric that covered her mound and ran one finger in to probe the lips of her bare pussy. The soft, sensitive skin there was familiar territory, but in the darkness, he was discovering her for the first time. He ran his finger up and down her outer labia. He tested to see if his touch would change anything. His manhood ached and throbbed even as he felt his breath coming in short, worried bursts. By God, what was he doing?
He had never taken such a liberties with a woman. He didn’t need to. His father’s harem was full of slaves ready to satisfy him. During his time spent on foreign land, he didn’t even allow himself to savor the flavor of the slaves. He knew that most of the rest of the regiment men took what they wanted by force, but he never allowed such barbaric behavior with his men.
Why did he act in such a manner now? He tortured himself looking at her. Despite that fact, he couldn’t help himself. Soon his palm pressed tightly to her crotch His two fingers stroked at her outer portal. Her thighs had moved gradually more apart from his importunities and her eyes fluttered as she rolled on her back.
Chapter 4
“Hmm,” she moaned.
She went to sleep
and dreamed again. However, this time it was different. She could feel his touches on her leg and his voice calling for her.
Her pussy became wet, clenching in the emptiness. It begged to be filled and her clit ached. She tried to squeeze her legs together to appease the throbbing, but his firm hands held her legs.
Lara moaned under the feel of his warm, firm, soft lips. The sensation of his lips sent shocks of lust through her. She could feel his kisses on her inner legs. Then he slid his arms around her and pulled her cunt to his mouth, and she felt his breath across her lower lips.
“Oh my God. Your scent is intoxicating,” she heard him murmur with his sexy voice.
She didn’t want to open her eyes. She wanted her dream to carry on and finish, this time. When she felt his mouth on her pussy, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Another rush of moisture pooled between her legs at the sensation. It was just too darn good to be true.
She mewled in the back of her throat as she could feel his tongue digging within her cunt like he was looking for something.
He murmured again. “Hmm, sweet as the most expensive honey.” His humming felt so real against her slit.
She couldn’t get enough, so she tangled her finger through his hair. God, it felt so real, his hair was thick under her touch. As he scraped his teeth on her clit, she felt the brush of his facial hair. She was on the verge of climax.
Holding his head with both hands, she murmured, “Please God, please! Don’t wake me up, please,” She ground herself against his face.
“Oh yes!” She screamed her pleasure, her back arched. Her pussy contracted as more cream flowed from her.
She felt him come up on the bed. He brushed her hair from her forehead and gently kissed it. With a happy sigh, she felt her knees being drawn up. It left her pussy wide open.
