by Mya Larose
Pushing herself from his grip, she swirled and faced him. Ever so slowly, she walked backwards. Without taking her eyes from him, she made her way to the deepest section of the pool and sank down to her chin until it was covered by water. The warm water was like having tiny fingers caressing every part of her skin. Lara couldn’t help the moan that escaped from her lips.
Walking back to him, she stood up so slowly again, letting the water run down her body.
“Would you like me to wash your”—she ran her eyes down along his body suggestively—“body?” Lara whispered huskily.
She could see him straining to swallow. “Do as you wish, my beauty. It’s not you but I who am at your service,” he groaned.
Lara came closer to him. The water caressed the lower edge of her ass and pussy in a wicked way. Cupping water within her hand, she let it pour over his shoulder and cupped again to pour it over his other shoulder. Her hands were caressing, massaging and stroking him thoroughly. She could hear his erratic breathing against her cheek.
Taking one step backwards and leaning forwards, she sucked a nipple into her mouth. He ever so lightly staggered back with a groan, then slipped his wet fingers through her loose hair. She raised her eyes to watch his reaction. His eyes were shut and his body was shivering. The beautiful sight of him made her pussy gush more juice.
Gripping her hair within his fist, he gently pulled on her hair and brought her face to him. He tilted her head back and put his lips on hers. She cupped his face as his tongue searched within the depths of her mouth, exploring every nook and crevice.
He broke the kiss. “I would like to try something new, if you’re up to it.” He growled as he swirled her around. “It may shock you at the beginning, but I promise you will enjoy it at the end,” he added, then tightened his arms around her middle and flushed her against him.
She didn’t want to tell him that in her time, sex wasn’t a taboo, and she had tried almost every position.
Therefore, she just played the role. She nodded her head.
“Yes, Suleyman! I’m willing to try anything. I trust you,” she said as she leaned her head on his shoulder.
Slowly, he started to caress her body. She sucked in a deep breath as he molded every curve and valley of her body. Then he plunged his fingers in her already wet pussy. He slowly began to rub her clit. After a few strokes, warmth started to spread from her core and flew all over her limbs.
She felt his fingers move from her clit to her asshole. Yes! She thought she’d died and gone to heaven. He wanted to fuck her tight ass. It had been a long time since she’d had anal sex. Just the thought of his thick cock sliding up her ass was enough to make her come. She had to tell him that she wasn’t a novice in anal play—or, better yet, she would show him.
She involuntarily jumped when he grazed her pucker. She felt him pressing his lips against the back of her neck.
He misinterpreted her reaction. “It’s going to be fine, love, don’t be afraid,” he murmured gently.
Instead of answering back, she looked up at him over her shoulder with a cheeky expression. She took a step forwards, dislodging herself from his embrace. She could see from his expression that he was confused. He took a step and held her hand when she placed her forefinger against her lips to hush and reassure him.
With her back to him, she leaned over and separated her ass cheeks with both hands, presenting him her rosette, telling him without words that she welcomed the anal play.
“I’m not scared, Suleyman, please,” she begged breathlessly.
He slowly came behind her and held her by the hip. “How did you know I want to fuck you in your ass?” She felt his middle finger pass the sphincter muscles inside of her ass until she felt his knuckles on her cheeks.
She tightened her muscles on his finger and straightened up slowly. “Well, as you know I wasn’t a virgin,” she murmured, half-turned. She didn’t want to go into detail and break the ambience.
Suleyman laughed. “So my fair lady is a wicked lady, hmm…But from now on, I will be the only man who can see your bare flesh. Is that understood?” He pulled her back harder and sank a second finger in her ass.
She knew that Suleyman would be very possessive, and his passionate reaction heightened her desire for him. If she was in her time, she would have told the man to get lost.
Answering with a nod of her head, she groaned when his cock rubbed against her hole. Shivers went through her and she bit her lips. She almost stopped breathing when she felt his thick cock push, and his full length was sliding in and out of her ass.
“Hmm…Oh…” She moaned and shuddered.
He cupped his hand over her breast, gave her one hard, deep thrust, and held her by her hips with his other hand.
“Oh, by God! You have such a tight ass. It’s like it’s your first time.” She whimpered and ground herself against his groin.
“You like it? Does it feel good, beloved?” he demanded.
“Oh yes, you’re so hard, thick and hot,” she hissed. She bit her lip and shuddered. “Take me. Ride me deep, please.”
“As you wish, my lady.” His need slurred his voice.
He changed his thrust from slow and shallow to fast and deep. She cried out. The rougher rhythm was sending electric sparks down into her pussy.
“Suleyman…Don’t ever stop, please…Not yet…I’m coming,” she screamed.
Biting her on the neck, he sank his cock deeper with one powerful thrust as she came apart. Holding her tightly, he pushed into her quivering ass with a steady force until he reached his own climax. With a groan, he slid his cock out of her ass and pulled her up against his chest.
“Are you all right, Lara? Did I hurt you? Please! Talk to me.” She could hear the worry in his voice.
Wrapping one arm around his neck and resting her head against his shoulder, she groaned, “Hmm…Can we do it again, please?”
“God, you’re worth more than anything to me, Lara. My feelings for you cannot be described with words, beloved. You complete me.” He growled passionately in her hear.
Chapter 10
Suleyman finally woke up. His body, sated from their sexual marathon, was pleasantly sore but well rested. Well, at least he could feel his legs again.
After their mind-blowing sex, he had carried Lara back to the relaxation room. He had busied himself by drying every inch of her delectable body while she lay there, like she was his concubine and he was her eunuch. Then he had nestled by her side.
Rolling to his side, he admired her beautiful but peaceful face while she was sleeping. He briefly wondered again if taking her ass didn’t hurt her. He hadn’t been very gentle but God, when she bent over and showed him her sweet, dark, puckered hole, he totally lost it. It was like the educated and rational man left his body and the warrior and the animal within him surfaced to claim his bounty.
He’d also learned that women of her time were more liberal about their favors towards the opposite sex. She’d confessed that she had had several bedmates, but promised it was when she had spent her time as a scholar. At first, it angered him to know she had past sexual experiences and that he wasn’t her sole tutor. Then Lara had to remind him that she wasn’t from this time. This simple and plain explanation tempered his anger and made him see sense.
He hadn’t had that kind of power since he was a younger man, but knew that it had to be Lara that caused his sexual power to go into overdrive.
When he pressed her up against his body, he took a pink nipple in his mouth. While suckling at her breast, her hips started to rock and she was mewling like a kitten.
Suleyman released her nipple with an audible pop. “Hush, beloved! I’ll take care of you.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He loved the feeling of her damp nipple against his bare chest. The desire he’d felt in the pool paled next to his passion now.
She pulled away from him slightly. “Suleyman, now, please.” Her beautiful green eyes were blazing with desire and pl
eading.
“Are you sure, beloved? I’m afraid I was quite rough with you in the pool.”
His breath came out in a hiss when she glided her tiny hand between their bodies and grabbed his already swollen manhood. He felt the rasp of her fingernails and the heat of her palm.
“By God! Lara, you’re killing me.”
“Oh, Suleyman! You’re so hard and so thick.” The awe in her voice had him grinding his teeth.
The little temptress was now slithering down his body. He threw his head back. Her wet tongue touched the tip of his manhood before moving down his balls.
Clenching his fist, he bellowed, “Lara, please.”
She guided the head of his manhood into her mouth before sliding down and taking him whole. His hips bucked against her face. After several swallows and teases of her wicked tongue, he was ready to empty himself. A low curse erupted from his chest as her hot mouth closed over him again. He could see the glistening of her lips as she licked and suckled him.
His fingers fisted her hair. “Enough!” he roared.
She released him with a quick pop. He watched her with eagled eyes as she threw her leg over his hip. He licked his suddenly dry lips.
“I’m going to give you the ride of your life, your highness,” she said wantonly.
He closed his eyes and prayed to God for willpower. “As I said earlier, I’m at your service, beloved.”
Using his grip around her hips, he kept her in place while she placed his manhood in her wet snatch. Locking her eyes with his, she slowly lowered herself. A long, feminine groan filled the chamber as he slid into her hot and wet depth. She was so tight around him.
“Oh, God!” She panted.
He flexed his hips up against hers as she slowly started to ride him, building a strong rhythm. Leaning forwards and placing her hand on his chest, she pumped her hips like a wild Amazon. Her ample breasts were swaying with every hard thrust. He could feel the telltale sign of her pussy tightening as she neared her climax.
He could actually feel his manhood swelling, as his own climax was ready to burst from it. He threw his head back as he cupped her ass in his hand while his seed filled her warm pussy. She screamed and fell on top of him.
His chest was heaving like he had been running. As he wrapped his arms around her, he cradled her weight against his.
Lifting her head from his shoulder, a giggle escaped from her. “So? How was your ride, my Pasha?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“You will make a fine rider, my wild Kadin,” he grunted.
He wondered if he was going to be able to keep up with such a wild and demanding Kadin. She was like a nymph. He was completely and utterly in love with his woman of the future. Taking her back within his arms, he vowed to protect and cherish her until his last breath.
This reminded him of his uncle and his upcoming visit. He had to warn Lara about the imminent danger that was his uncle.
Taking a deep breath, he lifted her face. “Lara? We have to talk, beloved.” Cupping her cheek with a hand, he gazed into her eyes. “My uncle will be coming to visit us. But you have to promise me to never be on your own with him.”
“But…”
He placed his forefinger against her lips. “I know! He’s a member of my family, but he’s not to be trusted, Lara. He’s a dangerous man, capable of poisoning and murder. Please, Lara! Do as I say,” he actually begged.
He was even ready to kiss her sweet backside, if it was to keep her safe and sane.
She licked her lips and looked him in the eye. “As you wish, Suleyman,” she murmured finally.
She leaned back and sat on his groin, his manhood still nestled within her moist depth. She raked her finger through the hair on his chest and wickedly scratched his nipple with her nails. He felt his manhood coming back to life, but it wasn’t the time. So, using the last of his willpower, he lifted her off him and settled her next to him.
“I’m going to tell you a little story about my father and his brother,” he said as he kneeled next to her.
Therefore, he told her all about his family and their relationship with his uncle, from the attempted murder to the poisoning.
“My uncle is the son of my grandfather’s first wife. In a normal situation the Sultan would impregnate the first wife to assure the bloodline to the throne before he bedded his other wives,” he said.
“Are you telling me that your father wasn’t meant to be on the throne?” she asked.
With a heavy sigh, he continued his narration. “My father’s position within the palace is legitimate, beloved. You, see. My father’s mother, they called her the Valide Sultan. I couldn’t remember her, I was only at a tender age of one when she passed away. My grandmother was my grandfather’s favorite wife. You can imagine who he bedded first…” he stated.
“I understand, now! Instead of shagging his first wife, he took your grandmother. She ended up getting pregnant before the first, therefore, making your father the heir to the throne instead of your uncle,” she concluded.
With a chuckle, “If by shagging you mean bedding, then, yes,” he said. He sobered up when he added, “Be very careful, beloved, for my uncle has a dark side. He has tried everything in his power to overthrow my father as well as his attempts to harm us. He’s never going to stop until he achieved his goal which is taking over my father.”
“What a horrible man! How could he hurt his own brother and family?” She was horrified.
He took her within his arms. “Power and greed will always drive a sane man to his insanity, my sweet. Will you promise me to be more careful when he arrives to Izmir, please?” he pleaded with her.
“I will, Suleyman!”
By the time he finished his tale, he could see Lara shivering, and her eyes were full of apprehension.
Chapter 11
“Please, Ali!” Lara whined.
“Be reasonable, Kadin Lara! We have to wait to be summoned by his highness,” Ali said quietly, and went back to his reading.
“Just for ten minutes! And we will be back before Suleyman calls for us,” she implored as she looked at Anya for some kind of support, alas.
But Ali wasn’t budging. She was going to scream if she didn’t put a foot outside, she flattened her dress with the palm of her hand.
The dress she wore today was a greyish-pink colour, like that of the damask roses that surrounded the paths of the gardens. It was beautifully embroidered with gold flowers. She had never seen such an intricate work of art. It had wide sleeves, hanging halfway down her arms, and was closed at the neck with a diamond button.
Suleyman’s uncle, Mehmet Aga, was due to arrive shortly. Well, that was one hour ago and let out a heavy sigh. Enough was enough. There was only so much waiting a woman could take.
They were sitting in the day room, surrounded by windows which looked out onto the gardens. Suddenly, she rose from her sofa. She could feel their eyes on her back but kept her head held high. Without a glance, she left the room. She swiftly made her way up to the bedroom she shared with Suleyman.
Without uttering a word, she descended the stairs with her Antary thrown over her arm. It was a waistcoat made close to her shape, made of white and gold damask, with very long sleeves falling back with deep gold fringe with diamond and pearl buttons.
At the bottom of the stairs, she was met by Ali and Anya. “Please, Kadin Lara! You’re not permitted to roam around the front garden by yourself,” he pleaded, wringing his hands.
She was nose-to-nose with him. “Watch me,” she said defiantly.
“Kadin Lara! Please be reasonable. I promise to go around the garden as soon as Mehmet Aga leaves,” Anya begged.
She went around them and made her way the front garden. “You could always come with me, Anya, or Ali could run to Suleyman and tell him I disobeyed him,” she said over her shoulder, without stopping, and grinned.
She quickly put on her vest. She was buttoning it up when she remembered that she had forgotten her headdress ups
tairs.
She’d learned that the women from this time had to wear headgear and full-length dress when they were out. But she was in the garden surrounded by stone walls. It was the first time that she would see the front garden since she arrived here, and nobody was around to see her.
It felt good to be naughty. Stepping over the threshold, she stopped and looked around her. There was a path zigzagging through the garden. She followed the path. On both sides it had rambling roses, she took a deep breath. Their fragrance was so heady and sweet. She stood there for a second and bathed herself with the scent of the roses.
She came face to face with a beautiful pond and fountain, which formed the centerpiece of the courtyard.
“Your beauty is beyond God’s creation, slave,” a caustic voice said from behind.
She had been so deep in her admiration of her surroundings that she didn’t notice the main gate of the domain open or the small troop of soldiers. Turning her head back, she looked at the path that led to the house. She was in such big trouble. There in front of her were strangers and she was alone without Anya.
She reckoned the man facing her was Mehmet Aga, Suleyman’s uncle. Taking a deep breath, she faced her enemy. She looked up and met Mehmet Aga’s hard eyes. There was lust, but the hatred in them was shocking.
He was everything she had always pictured an Ottoman royal to be. He was straight from those historical books, with greasy, black hair. His short, compact body belied his lavish life. A deep scar ran down his face, making him seem scary, especially with his long mustache. Her skin crawled. Seeing him was something Lara could have done without. She hung her head down and lamented.
Suleyman was going to kill her if this creep let her go alive. She lifted her chin high and straightened her shoulders.
“I assume you are talking to me,” Lara calmly said. She tried to sound soft and pleasant but deep down she was scared shitless.
“You’re such an impertinent slave, aren’t you?” Mehmet Aga snarled. “I know what to do with slaves like you. But then again, your beauty and body might keep you alive a little longer.” He grinned evilly. “Of course, if you please me.”
