by Opal Carew
"You know, very soon I will see every inch of your body, close up … will touch every inch with my hands, my lips, my tongue."
She began to tremble. The image of his hands stroking down her belly as his lips caressed the tips of her breasts sent heat flashing through her. She could imagine him drawing her nipples into his mouth, teasing them, sucking them deep.
Kadin watched the various emotions fleet across her face. Her cheeks had flared bright red, then, when he'd reminded her he would be touching her soon, the color had drained from her face. He kept his gaze on her face now, trying to decipher her thoughts.
She was not what he expected. Western women were sophisticated, unshakable. After all, they walked the beaches, in full public view, wearing practically nothing at all. And sex. They thought nothing of having several partners before marriage.
Western women were nothing like the women of his country. And this woman had sat in his office with the simple, white gauze robe arranged on her body to enhance her attractions in a way that drove him wild. When he'd seen the front gaping open, revealing the swell of her breast, he'd had a hard time controlling himself. And she had chosen not to wear the cotton gown Dhiya had worn beneath for modesty. Thus, the gauze clung to her damp body, and the result was that she might as well have been wearing only her undergarments, as skimpy as they were, because they had clearly shown through.
So why was this woman blushing like a virgin? And he was certain he'd seen fear cross her lovely features.
When she had first been apprehended and brought to the palace, he had assumed she'd been involved in a plot to kidnap Dhiya. Probably working with the Englishman, Drake. After watching her answer the questions his men threw at her, then talking to her himself, though, he wasn't sure what to believe. She had been captured too easily and seemed a little too shaken to be a professional. The alternative, that Dhiya had asked for her helped, seemed the most likely.
Either way, her actions had brought dishonor to him and his family. He could not let that go unpunished, but how severe should the punishment be?
Before he'd confronted her in his office, he'd skimmed the books she'd had in her handbag, wanting to understand something of the woman. All three had themes of captivity, one actually a collection of stories specific to the topic. In the first story of the collection, which he'd read completely, the hero had taken the heroine prisoner and forced her into his bed. She'd fought him, but deep inside she'd wanted him as badly as he'd wanted her.
Clearly, the idea of being forced to submission excited this woman, so he'd decided to use her own fantasies against her. His suggestion had been designed to intimidate her.
And, he had to admit to himself, to arouse her. From the moment he'd first set eyes on her, he'd been consumed by an overwhelming need to take her in his arms and ravage her. Under other circumstances, he would simply have asked her to dinner and proceeded to convince her to spend the night. Maybe several nights. A woman as beautiful as her would be quite experienced. Maybe they'd both learn something new.
But she had wronged him and he couldn't just treat her as a guest. All afternoon, however, he had thought of nothing but the possibility that she might actually agree to a night of passion, his suggested punishment proving an aphrodisiac to her. An image of her hardening nipples clearly visible through the white gauze when he'd made the suggestion came unbidden to his mind.
He had walked in here ready to see her in the sexy costume he'd sent for her, hoping the evening would play out to a satisfying conclusion. For both of them.
But looking at her now, he wondered if he'd misjudged the situation.
He handed her a silver goblet of wine.
"Here, drink this."
When she sipped it, he saw her hand shaking. When she put down the glass, he noticed that shivers shook her whole body.
Damn. She looked so vulnerable. He had intended to leave her like this, her lovely body on display. He had assumed she had intended this as part of a game, perhaps a ploy to get the upper hand with her allure. Clearly, that was not so.
"Now that you've had time to consider your options, would you like to wear the outfit I sent to you after all?"
Her face flushed red again. "It isn't really wearable right now. I … tore it."
Anger shimmered to the surface. The intricate beadwork had taken several days of his best craftswoman's time.
"Is that what you do with everything you don't like? Destroy it?"
"N ... no. The women tried to stop me taking it off. There was no other way. I d ... didn't mean to ruin it."
The thought of that tiny bra supporting her round, firm breasts jolted into his head, then her tearing open the fabric until they burst free. His throat went dry. Involuntarily, his gaze dropped to her breasts and, instantly, his mood lightened at the same time as his groin tightened. Her nipples, fully erect, strained forward. It certainly wasn't because it was cold. It was cooler here than in most of the palace because of the overhead fans, but it was still in the eighties. Clearly, this woman, Angelica, was excited by the whole situation, after all.
He imagined Naja, Jazlyn, and petite Rasha trying to stop this headstrong woman from tearing off her clothes, and he started to laugh. Her arms stiffened at her sides, her hands balling into fists.
"What's so funny?" she demanded.
"I only wish you would tear your clothes off in an effort to please me rather than to defy me."
Angelica tipped her head and stared at him, totally confused. She'd never seen him laugh and it only made him more devastatingly handsome.
"Now, I absolutely must punish you for that," he declared.
Chapter 4
Angelica stiffened as his strong hands encircled her wrists and he pulled her to her feet.
"But … I don't understand," Angelica protested as he dragged her into another room.
Heaps of cushions in luxurious textures lay scattered around the room. He dragged her past them to the wall, then pulled aside silky, draped fabric revealing chains on the wall.
Her eyes widened and she gasped.
"No," she wailed as he clamped first one wrist, then the other into the heavy iron bands.
Although the metal was cold and uncompromising, the inside was cushioned with soft velvet. He grasped one of her ankles and pulled it sideways, clamped a band around it, then did the same with her other ankle. Now she stood, spread-eagled and naked in front of him.
His hands on his hips, he stood and stared at her, a half-smile on his lips. His gaze traveled down her body, then circled her breasts, watching the nipples pucker and push forward. Damn them for reacting that way!
His gaze slipped downward and he stared at her dark curls. It was sheer torture standing there while he gazed at her so intently. She felt her insides melt and liquid heat pool inside her.
Oh, God, what would he do now?
He stepped toward her and she pressed herself tight against the cool stone of the wall. He raised his hand to her cheek, then stroked lightly. His touch sent tremors through her. She could imagine those big, masculine hands traveling over her body, cupping her breasts, stroking between her legs to find the slippery, welcoming moisture waiting for him.
She felt faint. He eased forward, until his face, and his lips, were a mere inch from her own.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to rush this. I intend a little … torture … before pleasure."
Torture? She trembled.
He smiled and turned around, then strode from the room. She collapsed against the wall, fearful of what he had planned. He returned five minutes later, a smile lighting his face. He sat on a pile of cushions a few feet away and watched her. Three women entered the room, wrapped in shimmering veils, one in crimson, one in turquoise, the last in iridescent violet.
Music filled the room, wafting in through the doorway. The women began to dance, twirling around the room. They shimmied and swayed, spinning in circles, while slowly loosening their veils until they swirled in beautiful trails of color
. The dancers wore intricately beaded bras and belts with circular skirts that twirled high when they spun around. The sound of the beaded fringe, edged with tiny bells, tinkled melodically, like the laughter of fairies. The delightful veils caressed the air as they responded to the dancers arm movements, then they fluttered to the floor as the women released them.
The music slowed and the women's hips swayed from side to side. The woman in crimson slowed and sank to her knees, her arms undulating in front of her. She arched backward, her head brushing the ground behind her, her breasts curving upward. The woman in turquoise sank to her knees beside Crimson and stroked her back.
No, she wasn't stroking Crimson, Angelica realized, as the bra came free and Turquoise removed it from her companion. Crimson began a shoulder shimmy and her breasts, full and round, quivered. The nipples tightened, thrusting upward. Angelica couldn't pry her gaze from them.
"They are beautiful, Azima's breasts, don't you agree?" Kadin said.
Angelica glanced toward him. Her gaze locked with his, then veered away. Involuntarily, she nodded.
She became acutely aware of the beaded fringe still draped around her neck. The fringe danced across the top of her breasts, teasing, making her long for a lover's hands. For Kadin's hands.
The other two dancers sank to the floor beside Crimson and began stroking her quivering belly. Their hands fluttered melodically to the music as they progressed upward, toward her breasts. Angelica's breath held as the women cupped Crimson's full breasts in their delicate hands. Crimson stopped her shoulder shimmy and started a belly roll, her abdomen undulating up and down as her friends stroked the tips of her breasts. In unison, the two women arched over her and drew her nipples into their mouths. Angelica felt her own nipples ache with need. She glanced down at them. They were hard and distended. Her gaze flicked to Kadin and she glanced away quickly when she saw he was watching her.
Despite the erotic scene playing out in front of them, she could see in her peripheral vision that his gaze remained locked on her. Both Turquoise and Violet removed their bras and cast them aside, then raised their hands high and shimmied their hips. Their breasts, just as full and round as Crimson's, quivered with the movement. Still on their knees, they each shifted to their left, Turquoise positioning herself at Crimson's head and Violet at Crimson's knees.
Turquoise leaned over Crimson and took one hard nipple into her mouth again. Crimson's hands, with snake-like movements, curled around Turquoise, stroking her back, then gliding around to her front and cupping the breasts dangling over her.
Violet slid her hands along Crimson's thigh, parting the red, translucent fabric as she did. A moment later, the skirt fell to the floor and she slid the beaded fringe upward, baring Crimson's dark curls. Angelica felt Kadin's gaze on her like molten lava.
"What a beautiful pussy she has, don't you think?" Kadin said.
Angelica said nothing, but she couldn't take her eyes from it. Soft, dark curls with a little tongue of pink showing through.
Violet slid her hands up Crimson's thighs, then parted the furry folds, revealing the glistening pink flesh beneath.
Was Kadin going to take these woman right in front of her? If he did, would he leave her alone? But it seemed they were enjoying each other. Violet leaned forward and licked Crimson's pussy. Crimson moaned, her body undulating. Angelica could see Turquoise's mouth on Crimson's breasts, moving from one to the other. Crimson arched, and moaned loudly. She must be close to an orgasm.
Instead of pushing her to release, Violet swirled away and Turquoise prowled over Crimson. Violet pulled away Turquoise's skirt and Turquoise kneeled over Crimson as she stretched Crimson's legs out, splaying them wide. Turquoise lowered her body as she leaned down and licked Crimson's pussy. In turn, Crimson lapped at the woman above her.
Violet disappeared from the room and returned an instant later with a burgundy velvet drawstring bag in her hand. She shed her own skirt and lowered herself beside the other women. From inside the bag she drew a long, purple cylinder. Angelica gasped as she realized the cylinder looked like a man's penis. Actually, like two penises lying end to end. The thing was twelve to fourteen inches long!
As Violet watched the other women, her manicured fingertips danced along her nipples, from one to the other, until they thrust sharply outward. One hand slid to her pussy and stroked it. Her head fell back as she moaned. She opened her legs wider and plunged her fingers in and out, then brushed them over the opening again. Against the clitoris, Angelica realized.
Her own pussy ached, and liquid pooled at her opening.
Crimson and Turquoise began to undulate as one. Periodically, one or the other would come up for air and moan in pleasure. Violet stroked her nipples with one hand and her clit with the other. Kadin's gaze shifted back and forth now, from Angelica to the other women. The two women pleasuring each other started to moan, the sound muffled by the fact their mouths were each buried deep on the other's pussy. Frantic sounds signaled their oncoming climax.
Violet grabbed the long penis and drove it inside her pussy. Angelica watched in fascination as she thrust it in and out, her hips arching upward, then a long, strangled moan blossomed from her throat and her eyes fluttered wildly as she rode the device to orgasm.
All the women collapsed on the floor. Angelica glanced at Kadin and his lips turned up in a devilish smile. Her body ached for his touch.
The women shifted. Violet pushed herself forward, the long penis still dangling from her, making her look like some strange female-man. She fiddled with her beaded belt, pulling down two short straps which she wrapped around the penis then fastened together. Angelica realized Violet had essentially strapped the penis on so it would stay inside her.
Violet stood up and approached the other two women. Turquoise saw her and shifted to her knees, then leaned forward. In amazement, Angelica watched Violet part Turquoise's buttock cheeks and lick her anus. Then she pressed the purple penis against the asterisk shaped opening and began to push forward. Angelica thought it would hurt the woman, but she moaned in pleasure.
Crimson reached for the velvet bag and pulled out another long, plastic penis, this one blue. She fed one end into herself, smiling wantonly. Once she had only seven inches dangling outside, she fastened it as Violet had. She approached her friends and crouched in front of them. Turquoise grabbed the dangling blue penis and nudged it against her pussy. Violet pushed forward until the device disappeared inside Turquoise. Turquoise now had two plastic penises inside her.
Angelica's pussy ached for attention. She wanted a long, hard penis inside her like she never had before. It became a tortuous ache.
Violet lay down and Turquoise sat down on her, taking the penis deep into her ass, her legs spread wide. Crimson thrust into Turquoise and she moaned. So did Violet. Angelica realized that Crimson's thrusts would push the plastic cock deeper into Violet.
Crimson thrust into Turquoise with long, sharp movements. Soon all three of them were moaning, then Turquoise started to scream, clearly in pleasure. The other two quickly followed suit. Finally, they all collapsed on the floor again. Their breasts bounced with their laughter. Angelica's pussy ached with need.
The dancers discarded the plastic penises and stood up. They glanced at Kadin and he smiled, then nodded. They giggled and bounced toward Angelica.
Were they going to release her?
Their soft hands began to stroke her overheated body. Violet's fingertip glided down the beaded fringe into the crevice between Angelica's breasts, then swirled around her aureole. Turquoise cupped Angelica's other breast and the nipple peaked into her hand.
The feel of both breasts being stimulated left Angelica gasping for air.
Crimson, stroked Angelica's stomach, then down her thighs while Violet and Turquoise licked the tips of Angelica's nipples. She wanted to protest, but it felt so good.
Her breathing quaked at the exquisite torture and she gasped as she felt Crimson's tongue lick her slit. The women at her
breasts sucked them deep into their mouths, sending sharp pleasure spiking from her nipples through her body to her pussy. Crimson nudged Angelica's clit with her tongue, then sucked on it and Angelica moaned out loud. Between the blissful play on her nipples and the intense pleasure screaming through her clitoris, she gasped again and felt a tremendous wave of pleasure wash over her. She moaned long and loud as ecstasy swept her away. The women's mouths moved on her, kissing her breasts, her neck, her shoulders, then their hands grazed over her skin with soothing strokes as the orgasm passed.
She found herself hanging from the chains, stroked lovingly by feminine hands. Finally, they drew away, each kissing her cheek before they withdrew totally. They gathered their things and left the room.
Angelica tipped her gaze to the ground, unable to meet Kadin's scrutiny.
Oh, God, what must he think of her now?
He pushed himself to his feet. As he approached, panic scurried through her. When he stood in front of her, she managed to glance at his face, and did not see a sly smirk as she'd feared. Instead, the black embers of his eyes burned hot.
He leaned close to her and she was sure he was going to kiss her. His face hovered an inch from her own and she stiffened, fearing he was going to kiss her, but at the same time wanting him to kiss her. At the heat of his body so close to hers, her nipples hardened once again and tremors rippled through her body.
She felt so ready. She wanted to feel a man's touch, to experience a lover's invasion.
Chapter 5
"You must be hungry." The breath carrying Kadin's words brushed across Angelica's cheek in a gentle caress.
Oh, God, she wanted him. But she shouldn't. To him, her surrender would be payment of a debt, nothing more. A debt she didn't even owe!
His fingers curled around her waist and he eased her back to her feet, steadying her until her legs took her own weight. As she felt his fingers work at her wrists, unlocking the metal bonds, she knew she could not give in to the demands of her over-stimulated body. This need would pass. The attentions of the women had sent her brain into hibernation. She still couldn't believe the scene they had played out before, and how much it had turned her on. Then when they'd touched her … she shouldn't have enjoyed it.
