Seduced By The Bad Boy Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Sarah Croix

  “But… I don’t wanna wait… I want you now…” Damn, I was truly desperate for his touch. My heart beat so loud in my chest I thought it would simply end up exploding.

  He sat next to me, lowering his head so that his lips were just an inch away from mine. I tried to lift my head and kiss them, but I was tied tightly and couldn’t reach him. I lay there, neck craned out and parted lips, craving his mouth as he simply grinned at me.

  “Someone’s very eager,” he said, resting one finger softly over my collarbone and making my skin prickle. Just one touch of his finger and I was already going mad. He let his finger slid down, stopping right on the valley between my breasts. I could feel my nipples pulsing, yearning for his touch. But he didn’t touch them - he traced the contour of my right breast with his index finger, circling around it with only his fingertip smoothly brushing against my skin.

  I strained against the ties, closing my eyes and biting on my lip. I couldn’t believe I was in such a state when he was barely touching me.

  I let a moan escape my lips as his finger went over the curve of my breast and circled my rosy nipple without touching it. Then he went down, going to my other breast and doing the same there. He leaned into my breasts and relief washed over me as I thought he’d take his mouth to my nipple; yet, once again he stopped just an inch from it, blowing softly. His cool breath on my breast was making me dizzy - I was sure I would go insane if he didn’t touch me soon. For how long would I be able to endure that?

  He took his hands down my body, hooking the tip of his fingers on my thong. He grabbed it gently and it seemed that he would pull it down in an instant as he had done with my blouse; instead, he simply lowered my thong a miser inch, revealing my tan line. He took his lips there, brushing them softly against that white line of skin. I tried to thrust my hips upward but it was useless - I couldn’t move, and I was at his mercy.

  “What do you want, love?” he asked, taking his fingers up my belly and back to the base of my breasts. “You seem awfully impatient.”

  “Aziz, please…” I half moaned. “I want… I want it.”

  “Want what?”

  “I want you… I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me… Please…”

  “I will… If you behave.”

  “I will… I’ll do anything.”

  “Good girl,” he said with a smile, once more grabbing at my thong and pulling it down a few inches so damn slowly. Then, when I wasn’t even expecting it anymore, he grabbed at it and pulled it against my outer thigh, tearing it out of my expectant body in a brutish and quick motion.

  I could feel his eyes all over me, running from my lips to my heaving breasts, and finding their way to the patch of trimmed hair between my thighs. He leaned into me, laying his lips against my neck, kissing it up and down with so much softness you’d think my neck was made of porcelain. I closed my eyes, feeling then the tip of his finger brushing over one of my nipples. It took just that for me to moan as loudly as if he was inside of me. If I was already like that I didn’t even want to imagine how it would be like to have his cock stretching my pussy. That was it, I was sure I wouldn’t survive the night.

  He kissed my chin and went down to my neck again; this time he didn’t stop there, though, continuing down to my collarbone and to the base of my breasts, laying gentle kisses around them in a maddening climb to my nipples. I could feel my muscles already twitching, my whole body electrified with the perspective of his tongue on my nipples.

  I moaned as his tongue touched me, licking in circles around my nipples. When he flicked it at the cherry colored point, I thought my head would split open - I pursed my lips and closed my eyes, inundated by a stream of delight.

  More, more, more!

  He lowered his head and fit my nipple between his lips, sucking on it slowly as his fingers went down my belly and crawled down to my inner thigh. My hips swayed of their own accord, my pussy aching and begging to be touched. He took his time, stroking my inner thighs and teasing, coming close to my labia but never actually touching it.

  But then he did.

  He ran his index finger from the base of my pussy to my clit, brushing against it so softly I could barely feel it - and yet, in such a way that I couldn’t feel much more than that. There was no pressure on his finger, it felt as light as a feather on me, but as it rubbed against my clit it was as if lightning had struck my body. I convulsed, my limbs straining against the ties as I arched my back and thrust my hips upward as ecstasy slapped all my thoughts away.

  Aziz pressed hard against my pussy then, cupping it and pinning me against the mattress as I succumbed to my orgasm. I didn’t know it was even possible to climax like that! It was absolutely insane, and it only made me want more. God, I was hungry for his body, for his cock. It was a good thing that he didn’t release me from the ties, or else I would jump on him like some feral cat and claw at his crotch until I could grab his thick cock and ram it deep inside of me.

  Oh, yeah, in that moment I was that crazy for him.

  “Aziz…” I started, not even knowing what I wanted to say. “Christ, what was that?”

  “That,” he said, smiling at me and leaning in to kiss me, “is what I’d call being in the hands of someone who knows what he’s doing.”

  “More,” I grinned at him, licking my wet lips. “I want more.”

  “I live to serve, love,” he replied, pressing his mouth against mine. I let my tongue reach for his, violently dancing and flicking at it while I tilted my head from side to side. He stopped the kiss when he grabbed at my hair behind my head, forcing me to tilt it up and bare my neck to him. He kissed it, his mouth then jumping to my breasts and sucking hard on my nipples, all the slow tortuous teasing finally over. His hands squeezed my breasts hard, his touch sending flames of wanton desire down to my drenched pussy.

  I was the wettest I had ever been in my entire life.

  I lifted my ass up from the bed and rocked my hips against the mattress, calling his attention there, begging for his touch between my legs. His hand darted there in a fraction of a second, pinning me down as he cupped my pussy, his thumb right above my clit. He pressed down on it, rubbing it in circles and making me gasp.

  I wanted to grab his hand and make him finger me, but I was helpless, all that I could nothing more than moan and beg. Perhaps he took some pity on me, but he started brushing his finger along my pussy, parting my labia as he did it. Then, in a flash, he slid one finger inside in a hooking motion. I gasped, choking down a loud moan, and he slid in one more finger as he kept rubbing my clit.

  His fingers went in and out slowly at first, stretching and teasing, but they quickly upped the pace, coming and going out of me so fast I couldn’t even tell when they were in or out. He pinched my nipples with the other hand, squeezing them hard between his thumb and index finger as he kissed with the same intensity a drowning man craves air. That fit me just fine, as I craved his lips even more.

  I started to push my pussy against his fingers, making him hook them even deeper inside me, and I kept going like that until I started to feel my whole body burn from the inside out, the fire of lust all-consuming and out of control. I came with a loud scream, my limbs flailing and struggling against the ties that bound them.

  Just release me, Aziz, I thought. Do it and I’ll fuck you in a way you’ve never experienced before.

  He didn’t do it, of course. Instead, he placed his hands on my knees and pushed them to the side, clearing the way so that he could position himself between my legs, his face right above my pussy.

  Alright, that works too.

  He attacked my pussy with his mouth savagely, his lips pulling at my clit and sucking on it as his tongue lashed out against it. He opened his mouth wide, sucking my labia eagerly and running his tongue along my pussy at break neck speed. I trashed wildly in place, making sure his mouth wouldn’t leave my pussy any time soon.

  He had no intention to stop what he was doing, so there was no need for me to worry. In
fact, the more I pressed my pussy against his mouth the more ferociously he devoured me, eating me out with such intensity I thought I would pass out before coming.

  He took his forearm and placed it across my belly, pressing down and pinning my hips to the mattress, holding my pussy in place so that he could lick all of it with all the attention and care he wanted. I wanted to move - it was hard to stay put - but that suited me just fine.

  I had always thought that being tied up and held down was too kinky for me, but I was no longer the same Natalie. In fact, I think it would be impossible for anyone to remain unchanged after seeing a cock so thick and big as Aziz’ was. As soon as I saw it for the first time, I knew things would never be the same - and I had been right.

  I used to be Natalie, the innocent virgin, and now, whenever I was near Aziz, I seemed to turn into some kind of sex-crazed maniac that couldn’t think of anything else that didn’t involve his huge member. I would have never guess, not in a million years, that I would have those kind of thoughts swirling around my mind.

  Holy fuck, I thought as he started to beat at my clit with his tongue, sliding two fingers at once inside me and moving them in and out fast. I could feel the pressure mounting on my sides, sweet release knocking at my door. His fingers went in and upwards, hitting a spot inside me that made me feel as if my skin, muscles, and bones were on fire and turning to ash. It felt that good. I wanted to come so bad I couldn’t even believe it.

  “Aziz,” I suddenly said, widening my eyes in surprise at what I was about to say, “I have to pee.”

  He looked up and threw me a mischievous grin, the look on his face telling me that he knew better than me what was happening with my body.

  “No, you don’t, love…” He simply said matter-of-factly. “You’re just about to squirt, baby.”

  Squirt? What the hell? Was that a real thing? I had always thought that was a myth and yet, the look on his face told me he was dead serious. I could feel my muscles cramping with pressure, a buzz spreading through my limbs. I tried to hold it, but I would succumb soon.

  Still slamming his fingers inside of me, he came to my side. “Trust me, love. Just let go.”

  Alright, alright!

  I did as he told me to, and I surrendered to it. It seemed as if my body was exploding and…

  HOLY FUCK!

  A strong current crawled under my skin, concentrating inside my pussy like some furious supernatural force. My brain was on fire as I felt my inner walls spasming and my warms juices gushing out of me and down to the sheets. It was happening, it was happening! I couldn’t believe it… I was squirting, and I was doing it hard. I closed my eyes as my brain seemed to melt inside my skull, and I collapsed on the mattress as if all life had been sucked out of me.

  “Aziz… This… This was…” I didn’t even know what I wanted to say. That was just fucking amazing.

  “I know, love, I know”, he grinned at me, cupping my pussy and feeling my completely drenched skin with the palm of his hand. “Now… Now we can start.”

  Start? Start?! Oh my God, oh my God!

  He moved fast, removing the ties that held me in place. Summoning whatever energy I still had left in me, I propped myself back up on the bed and went straight for his shirt with my outstretched fingers.

  I grabbed his collar and tugged on it violently, making buttons pop everywhere. I ripped his shirt apart and took it out of his torso, pressing my mouth there and kissing his perfect skin with abandonment. With shaky fingers I unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down, yanking his pants down his legs with a violence I didn’t know I had in me. He kicked his shoes off and, even before he had completely removed his pants, my hands were already grabbing at the gigantic shape under his boxers. I grabbed the hem of his underwear and tugged it down, his member saluting me eagerly. I started stroking it wildly, guided completely by a lust so primal I was sure it still lived on a cave.

  In an instant, I was already leaning into him and swallowing his cock, pushing my head down his whole length until I actually thought it would actually pierce me from side to side. I was completely insane and hungry for his cock, and by God, it felt fucking wonderful. I gobbled his cock as if it was the most delicious thing in the world. Oh, who am I kidding? It really was the most delicious thing in the world!

  I wanted to suck him dry, to feel him coming and have his semen filling my mouth and dripping down my chin. I wanted it all, and I wanted in such a way that it was no longer in the realm of rationality.

  He grabbed my head, though, and made me stop. Before I could do anything, he had his hands on my hips and was turning me over. I let him do it willingly, no strength left in my limbs, and I lay there on the bed with my belly down. Climbing on top of me, I felt his hands go down my back and grabbing my ass hard, his thumbs right over my ass crack. I wiggled my ass, anxious for what was to come, and he placed his hand between my legs and slid one finger inside my pussy. He took it out then, pressing his body down on me as he guided his cock towards my inner sanctum, his tip pushing my folds aside and straining against my tightness as it slid in.

  I buried my face in the sheets, moaning as hard as was humanly possible. His cock went deep inside me, stroking the same spot his fingers had before. I wasn’t sure if I was moaning or screaming - all I know was that I was making so much noise that the muscles in my throat were already growing sore. His pendulum motion was completely obliterating me, my pussy spasming around his thickness as he went in and out. Could you die of too much pleasure? I was about find out.

  I felt nothing, absolutely nothing but the constant ramming of his cock. It went in and out at a manic steady pace, throbbing and pushing back my inner walls. When he was in deep, I was sure there wasn’t a fraction of an inch inside my pussy that wasn’t filled by his massive member. He only had to make it twitch inside of me to draw a violent moan out of my lips.

  Could he even go any deeper? I opened my hands and put them to my side, pushing back with my ass and lifting it up. Aziz eased his pressure on me, leaning back as I went from laying down to being on my fours. He slapped my ass hard with the back of his hand, grabbing my buttocks as he thrust his hips forward and restarted his assault.

  “Fuck…” I growled out. “It’s so… fucking good.” Now, I’ve never been big on cuss words but there was just no other way to say. It was fucking good, screw being polite.

  I wanted for him to go harder but, even before I had the chance to beg him for that, he leaned forwards and started pounding into me with so much force I had to grab the header of the bed so that I wouldn’t fall back on the mattress. My fingers were grasping the wooden panel so intensely that I could feel the wood straining and cracking under my hand. If he kept going like that, I’d rip the fucking thing out.

  Two slow and deep thrusts and I let out a scream so loud I was sure the whole of Switzerland had heard it. I jutted my ass back into him as needles of pleasure stabbed each square inch of my body, like fireworks going off underneath my skin and lightening up my mind.

  “I want you to come…” I purred. “I want you to come inside of me, Aziz…”

  He leaned into me, his lips against my ear. “I will,” he whispered, pulling his cock out and making me roll over on the bed. Without allowing me even a second for me to reel from the orgasm, he grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders. I bent like a willow tree as he sheathed his cock inside of me, its tip hitting that sweet spot of complete destruction inside of me. I screamed as he went back and struck it again, my limbs jerking erratically as if I was being TAZED.

  “Don’t stop! DON’T STOP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice bouncing back on the walls and filling the whole room as he kept hitting that tiny and yet so powerful spot inside of me. My whole body trembled as he grabbed my legs and leaned with his whole body into me, his tip tightly pressed inside of me and completely demolishing me.

  I came so violently that even though my eyes were open I couldn’t see. I cried in pleasure as his cock jerke
d and gushed a river of cum inside me, his fingers hooked in my thighs like the sting of a scorpion.

  I closed my eyes, bells ringing in my ears. Was I dead? Was this heaven? His cum dripped down my legs like an endless stream, feeling warm and delicious as it slid down my skin. I didn’t know if I was still alive, but I was surely in heaven.

  My whole body, as well as my mind, was numb. I couldn’t feel a thing - aside from the pleasure that burned in my veins like a drug, of course.

  I felt him collapse on the mattress next to me, his breathing hard and ragged. We didn’t move for minutes, simply laying there in silence as we reeled back from the best sex anyone had ever had in the whole history of mankind. I’m not even kidding.

  I rolled to the side, my body close to his, and rested my arm over his chest. He looked at me with those serious eyes of his, two windows into the soul of a man I knew I would love for the rest of my life.

  “I never thought I’d love someone as I love you,” I whispered, my heart now beating more gently inside my chest. I felt like crying - I was so happy it simply seemed unreal. He grabbed my hand, squeezing it lightly.

  “You’re my everything, Natalie…” In his voice there was no lightness - each word was charged with the intensity of a truth so powerful it was almost devastating. “I will take care of you, I will love you, I will make you the happiest woman in the whole Earth. I swear it.”

  “Just stay by my side, always…” I whispered, knowing that Aziz was now my whole life. There was no me without him.

  “Always, Natalie. Always.”

  Epilogue

  I put the finishing touches on the canvas. That was the last of the paintings that I was slated to finish. It felt good to complete a commission. Artist’s block seemed a think of the past. Something from a different life.

  I was a different Natalie back then. But then, Aziz had fallen from the sky.