Free The Sheik and the Slave by Nicola Italia Page A

this. Yasmeen commands nothing."
    "Please. Your whim this evening is that I attend you.
Yet tomorrow you will be gone, and I will go back to the harem and incur her
wrath."
    "I command this. Yasmeen will not harm you," he
said. He reached up and withdrew her combs, letting her hair fall into a mass
of gold around her face and neck.
    "And never bind your hair up when I summon you,"
he said, placing the combs in her hands.
    "You never summon me. I'm not a harem girl," she
said. She tried to look away from his mouth as she remembered his warm mouth on
her.
    "No, you're not," he said. He watched her as she
watched his mouth. He was a man who knew desire. He knew when a woman wanted
him, and she could not hide it.
    His lips touched her ear and bit it lightly. Goose pimples
broke out along her arms.
    "Come to me tonight. Not because I command it, but
because you want to," he whispered. His voice was so low he barely
recognized himself. He wanted this little falcon and no one else.
    "I will attend the banquet," Katharine sighed.
    "No," he spoke in her ear again. "Come to me
tonight. After the banquet. After the festivities. When night is settled. When
the dignitaries are visiting with the women, when the princess should be
sleeping on her mat and pillows. Come to me. Come to me," he whispered.
    "No. I won't," she said. She shook her head,
feeling the juices pooling between her legs.
    "Don't you desire me, princess?" he asked softly.
    "No, I don't," she lied. Their eyes locked.
    "You don't?"
    "No," she said. She swallowed nervously.
    "So why did you cry my name as you climaxed?" he
asked. His eyes met her shocked ones.
    "You were spying?" Katharine said, embarrassed.
    "Yes. And I have been emptied of seed again because of
you."
    Katharine turned her head away from him. Then, he changed
the subject casually.
    "You have been to many grand dinners, no doubt, as the
daughter of a lord."
    “ Yes, ” she answered.
    "Then you will attend me tonight in a fine gown. You
will smile, enjoy the dinner, converse, and impress these men who have come for
business with me," he explained to her.
    "As your whore," she spat out.
    He grasped her small chin in his large hand.
    "As a lady within my household, ” he corrected her. “ As a lady who can converse intelligently, as
Yasmeen cannot."
    Katharine held her tongue as he spoke the last sentence.
    "And tonight?" she asked him.
    "Yes?" he replied. His liquid brown eyes held
hers.
    "What would you have me do tonight?" she asked,
fearing his answer.
    He pulled her to him and opened the towel at the junction of
her legs. One long, sun-darkened finger licked into her tight pussy that was
dripping and longing for his cock.
    "What would you like to do tonight?" he asked,
mocking her.
    She blushed darkly and said, "Yasmeen is your wife. I
am your prisoner. By the laws of my God, what you ask of me is a sin. As a
whore, it is adultery. As a woman, adultery. You think because I am in this
place, that I can forget the rules and laws that I was raised by?" She
tried to pull away, but he would not allow it.
    "And if Yasmeen was not my wife? If you were my
wife?" he asked. He pulled her to him so tightly that she had to look up
into his dark face.
    "What game do you play?" she asked. Her heart
thundered.
    "I asked you a question, Lady Katharine Fairfax. If you
were my wife, what then?"
    His handsome face was serious. She saw no mockery.
    Katharine shook her head, but saw that he would hear her
response. "If I was your wife, you would be my husband. By English law, I
could deny you nothing. You would have my dowry and my body." She spoke to
him and he watched those lips, so full and seductive, move as she spoke. It
hardened him.
    He moved his finger into her again and her pussy dripped for
him. Katharine gasped at the intrusion and the pleasure he caused her. He
removed his finger and she watched as he sucked his finger with her juices
still on it. She closed her towel tightly and almost stumbled, stepping