by Opal Carew
By the time he’d asked her out on a real date, he was already falling in love with her.
Being with her had a timeless quality. As if they were meant to be together. He enjoyed every first he had with her. The first time they held hands. The first time they kissed.
And he’d longed for that very special first.
Taking her to bed with him.
But, as much as he’d wanted her, he’d held off on taking that step. They were from different cultures and he hadn’t wanted to chance moving too fast and pushing her away.
When he’d finally felt the time was right, he’d planned a special date. An excellent restaurant with a view of the river and a private dining room with a fireplace and soft music.
He’d also filled his apartment with red roses, and even set up a hundred candles and arranged to have someone ready to go in and light them all and put on soft music just before he brought her back there, so he could finally seduce her into his bed.
He’d wanted everything to be perfect. Not just special, but earth shattering. A memory she would cherish for a lifetime.
Their lifetime together.
He’d been prepared to propose marriage that night. He knew it might be too soon for her, but he’d had no doubt that she was the one he was meant to be with. He’d bought the ring and intended to keep it until he had thoroughly swept her off her feet and knew for certain she would not say no. Whether it was that night, or sometime later.
Then she’d shocked him by cancelling their date and telling him she didn’t want to see him again. Ever.
His chest clenched now, just as it had then. He’d been totally devastated.
He sighed, staring at the clear blue sky above him.
He’d often wondered if it had been his fault. That maybe she had somehow found out that he’d bought a ring and been scared off. But even so, it would have been kinder if she’d explained that and told him she wasn’t ready.
But she’d told him she didn’t think it was working between them. That they weren’t compatible.
Fuck, the attraction between them had been so vivid and crackling that there’s no way she could really have believed that. He’d seen it in her eyes. Longing for him. Need.
After she’d broken up with him, she’d avoided him.
So many times anger had built inside him and he’d had to stamp down his urge to confront her. To drag her into his arms and prove to her that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
But he would not force himself on her. He’d seen too much of that with his father and brothers. If they wanted a woman, they just took her. Whether she wanted him or not.
He would not be like that. Ever.
Yasin returned to his quarters and showered, then dressed in a linen suit to attend the evening celebration his brother had planned for him.
When he entered the large living room he saw that his other brother and three cousins were there. The men sat talking and drinking. The women of the family had not been invited to this celebration.
“There’s my younger brother.” Rahman stood up and shook Yasin’s hand. “It’s been too long.”
“Yes, Omar twisted my arm to come here.”
“Well, a man only turns thirty once,” Ali said raising a glass, then downing the contents. He was clearly half drunk already, which was his typical pattern.
“I had to buy an island, just so he would agree to celebrate with us,” Omar stated with a smile. “But it’s worth it.”
Yasin sat down in a tall-backed armchair. “It’s a lovely island, brother. I’m sure you’ll enjoy many vacations here.”
One of the servants rushed to Yasin’s side and handed him a glass. He sipped it. It was his favorite Scotch, Balvenie, aged fifty years.
This evening, the women serving them wore totally sheer robes with skimpy and colorfully sequined bras and panties underneath.
“Perhaps,” Omar said. “Or maybe I’ll give it away. Youssef seems to have taken a liking to the view.”
“I like the view, too, if you’re giving things away,” Rahman said.
“Ah, well, it’s better not to give it to either of you then. I’d hate to cause strife in the family.”
Yasin noticed that Youssef sent Rahman a scathing gaze and Rahman just shrugged. It was clear he was annoyed, too. Of course, Omar did these things to toy with them. For some reason, he found their jealousy and greed amusing.
Yasin knew that it annoyed Omar that he could not manipulate Yasin in the same way. Yasin was happy with the resources he had on his own, having taken his share of the inheritance from their father and invested it in his own business venture in the U.S. But even if he had nothing, he didn’t care for possessions enough to be held under anyone’s thumb.
As the men talked, servants moved around the room refilling glasses and offering light appetizers. One approached Omar, who sat in the largest chair, and he nodded.
“It is time for dinner,” he announced.
The men stood and followed him across the room to an arched doorway. They sat at a large dining table set with fine bone china and delicate crystal glasses.
Hafsa appeared at Yasin’s side and filled his glass with wine. He thanked her and took a sip. Each of the men had a personal servant assigned to him, so as soon as one course was finished, the empty plate was cleared away, the wine glass refilled, the water replenished.
Ali slid his hand around his servant and squeezed her breast, making her almost drop a plate of salad in his lap. When one of the cherry tomatoes rolled onto the table in front of him, then bounced to the floor, he shouted at her, telling her how stupid she was. Omar said nothing, but when Ali was done, Omar gestured to the head servant, who nodded, then led the poor woman away.
Yasin was quite certain she would be in for some kind of corporal punishment, though whether a spanking at the hands of Omar while naked in his bed that night, or a few lashes of a flogger in front of the other women to make an example of her, Yasin didn’t know. Either way, he was sure Omar would be there to watch.
By the time the entrée was cleared away, the men were fondling their servants quite openly, the sheer robes no barrier at all as they their hands reached inside to cup the soft breasts, their fingers tucking into the bras to fondle what was hidden beneath the sequined fabric. Ali had tugged the new woman serving him onto his lap and his fingers were dipping into her panties. Yasin knew the only reason he hadn’t shoved the woman under the table to suck his cock was because Omar had a strict rule against going that far at the dinner table. What Ali was doing right now was already pushing those boundaries to the limit.
Omar clapped his hands and the men glanced his way.
“We will take coffee and desert on the terrace while we enjoy the entertainment.”
The men released whatever woman they had in their grip. Except for Ali.
Omar’s glare was like a dark storm cloud. “Ali, come and join us.” Everyone could hear the warning tone in his voice.
Ali who was just drunk enough to be reckless, shoved his fingers deep into her panties and slurred, “In a minute. I want to see if I can make her come, despite your stuffy rules.”
From the way his fingers were moving under the fabric, it was clear he was thrusting deep into her with his fingers, his thumb probably stroking her clit. Not that Ali cared about her pleasure. But he knew that if she allowed herself to orgasm while at the dinner table, she would be severely punished. And that sense of power over her excited him.
Yasin stood up and walked toward Ali, then grabbed his arm, staring at him with authority.
Chapter 3
As angry as he was, Yasin said in an even voice, “I know you don’t want to ruin my party, cousin.”
Ali stared back at him, then shifted in his chair. Slowly, his hand slid from her panties and he unwrapped his arm from her waist so Yasin could draw her to her feet.
“It is your birthday, so as you wish.” He stood up and followed the others to the door leading to the terrace.
The woman gazed up at him, still looking a little shaken.
“Thank you, sir. Would you like me to serve you now?”
He knew what kind of service she was offering.
“No, thank you.” He took her hand and pressed his lips to it. “Not that I wouldn’t enjoy the attention of such a beautiful woman. But I would be missed at my own party.”
She smiled, her eyes shining with delight at the small praise.
He walked onto the terrace. The sun was low on the horizon, but it was still quite bright out. Plush couches and armchairs curved around the large patio and music began playing as he settled onto a couch that had been left vacant for him, beside Omar’s armchair.
The women had shed their sheer robes and now walked around in their glittering bras and panties, pouring wine and serving dessert. A woman handed him a plate with several sweet delicacies, then another gave him a cup of coffee. A moment later, Hafsa sat down beside him.
All the other men already had a woman on their lap or sitting by their feet. As he watched their hands caress the naked female flesh, some of their cocks bulging in their pants, he felt the burn of need himself.
With so many willing and available women around him, he didn’t have to spend this birthday night like he had the last four birthdays, aching over the loss of the woman he loved. He returned Hafsa’s smile and wondered if maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to partake in her lovely body. He wouldn’t be so crude as his family and manhandle her here in public. But later... in his quarters...
She smiled when she saw him considering her. He smiled back but then turned his head to the belly dancers who were swirling around the patio entertaining the men in the bright colored veils and their seductive, swaying bodies.
He was an idiot. He’d only be fucking her as a distraction and he didn’t like using women that way.
He sipped his wine as he watched the dancers, who were a flurry of bright colored cloth, as he wondered how late he would have to stay to satisfy his brother that he was properly appreciative of this celebration. But he knew the answer. He’d have to be the last one at the party.
When the dance ended, Omar stood up and offered a toast to Yasin’s birthday. When they all took a drink, Omar smiled.
“And now, for Yasin’s very special gift.”
He gestured toward a large decorative arch with red velvet draped over the opening and large tropical flowers on either side. Two servants standing by the arch, pulled open the velvet curtains and another woman stepped through followed by a figure draped in a white, hooded robe. The sound of chains clinking made Yasin take a closer look. The woman leading held a leash that disappeared under the white robe at the neck.
Fuck, what had Omar done.
This was probably just Omar’s way of pushing Yasin to dominate his women by providing one already chained.
But a prickle danced down his spine, along with the feeling this was something else.
“Yasin,” Omar said. “I know you were spurned by a woman on your birthday five years ago.”
He trailed off, giving everyone time to chuckle and nod their heads. Outside the family, Omar would never make mention of such a thing, but among them, they all knew these embarrassing and awkward things about each other.
“But today,” Omar continued, “you can have your revenge.”
Oh, shit.
Yasin’s gaze shot to the shrouded figure.
Two servants pulled down the hood. The fading sunlight shimmered on the long, glossy auburn hair of the blindfolded, gagged woman as they pulled the robe from her shoulders. It fluttered to the ground.
Fuck! She was totally naked.
She tried to cover herself, but the women grabbed her arms and wrestled them away from her body.
She was stunningly beautiful. Pert round breasts with nipples peaking upward. Delightful silken auburn curls trimmed to a small triangle above a perfect pussy.
He couldn’t see much of her face with the large satin mask covering her eyes, but this was unmistakably Lily, the woman who’d torn his heart to shreds. Even if he hadn’t been sure, the small mole on her neck, under her right ear, confirmed it.
So many times he’d dreamed of seeing her naked for the first time. But not like this. Not with her unwilling and terrified. With his cousins and brothers staring at her too, most of them drooling.
A flood of emotions swept through Yasin, including the pain and anger he still harbored because of Lily’s rejection, but the strongest—his gut-wrenching need to protect her from this traumatic and humiliating experience—had him on his feet. He strode to her side and snatched up the robe. The women released Lily’s arms as he wrapped it around her. She clung to the fabric.
He turned to Omar, gritting his teeth.
“I appreciate your gift deeply, brother,” he said, the taste of the words bitter on his tongue. “And I know you’ll understand when I say I choose to enjoy it in private.”
Of course Omar knew him well enough to know that full well, but had done this unveiling specifically to push Yasin’s buttons.
“If you wish. But you will not leave the party yet. This slave can await her fate in your quarters until the festivities are done.”
The woman with the leash nodded and turned Lily around, then led her away.
As he watched her retreating back, his chest compressed. He could clearly see her shivering in the thin fabric wrapped around her. She was terrified.
He regretted that now she’d have to wait, not knowing her fate, for several hours until he could join her.
Yasin sat on the couch sipping his wine, knowing he’d probably had more than he should. But thoughts of Lily in his quarters, waiting for him, kept him off balance.
He felt for her predicament, but ultimately, all the anguish and heartache she’d caused him by rejecting him years ago had coiled into a tight knot in his gut, filling him with pain and anger.
As he watched the sway of a naked female ass walk by him, he realized that with the blindfold on, Lily might not even know that he was the one she’d been gifted to. He may have been devastated by what happened between them, but for all he knew, she had totally forgotten he even existed.
Over the past couple of hours, most of the woman had shed their clothes and were naked. Around him men were stroking naked breasts, women were sucking cock, one cousin had a woman on his lap facing him, his cock sunk deep into her body, as he watched the dancer.
Yasin turned his attention to the single dancer, too, as she circled the floor, her colorful veil swirling around her. She had shed her bra and her large breasts quivered with her shimmies.
Omar leaned toward Yasin. “She has exceptional tits, don’t you think, brother?”
Yasin just nodded.
“Much bigger than your little redhead. Do you want to sample the dancer before you go to your slave? Or do you want to be so rigid, you can punish her with your rock-hard rod?”
Yasin sent Omar a grim stare. Driving into Lily… punishing her for the pain she’d caused him by taking her ruthlessly… Fuck, it appealed to him and he hated that about himself.
Omar just laughed and squeezed Yasin’s shoulder.
“Yasin, you take these things too seriously.” He turned his focus back to the dancer.
Two more dancers joined the first and soon the three of them were totally naked and one was lying on the ground while the other two suckled her breasts. Yasin’s cock jolted to attention. When one of them licked the first dancer’s melting folds, Yasin thought he’d burst on the spot.
Omar pulled a woman onto his lap, facing the spectacle before them. Yasin couldn’t help but watch his brother’s hard cock glide inside her. He began thrusting into her as he watched the dancers pleasure each other.
Several of the men around him groaned, coming in whatever mouth or pussy they’d stuffed their cocks. Only Yasin was still suffering from a throbbing hard-on.
One of the servants appeared and knelt in front of him with a smile, then stroked his
hard cock, still locked in his pants. She unzipped him and the feel of her soft fingers wrapping around him was almost too much. He could easily drag her onto his cock and come in three thrusts.
But he grasped her wrist and pulled it away, shaking his head. Clearly disappointed, she moved away.
Yasin stood up. “It’s been an enjoyable evening, brother, but I’m going to turn in.”
“Of course, Yasin. Your little slave is waiting. You’ve shown great patience.”
Yasin turned and walked toward the house, his cock aching so badly he thought he would die.
Chapter 4
Yasin opened the door to his quarters and glanced around the elegant space. With adrenaline pulsing through him, his cock throbbing with need, and the wine eroding his usual hold on his emotions, he knew he was in danger of surrendering to his baser instincts. The instincts of a man from a ruthless, uncaring family.
And he hated himself for it.
But right now, he wanted nothing more than to find Lily and take her. To punish her for the pain she’d caused him.
There was no sign of Lily in the living area, so he continued to the bedroom. The large bed dominating the room was empty, but his gaze shifted to an alcove in the wall with another, smaller bed.
His breath caught at the sight of Lily, still blindfolded and gagged, her delectable body totally naked. Her arms were stretched above her head and chained to the headboard while her legs were pulled wide open.
He could see every intimate part of her. He couldn’t drag his gaze away from her. His cock ached with the need to be inside her. To feel her softness surrounding him.
And with her chained like that, he could just prowl over her and bury himself in her sweet, warm body.
And he wanted to. The need was an intense agony burning through his entire being.
He drew in a deep breath, his whole body shaking.
