Free The Shiekh's Virgin Mistress by Jessica Brooke

was my first multiple orgasm experience because it just didn’t stop, and what was happening inside me, seemed to affect Omar, who was equally as devastated as I was once it was all over.  He shot a second and third release deep into me and then he collapsed, despite the fact I knew he’d tried to remain strong and in control.  He put his head next to mine on the bed, and he choked and struggled to breath while his body continued jerking and pulsing near me.  He growled at me through gasping inhales, “You are mine, Anna.”
    No other words were spoken, but he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to his chest in a vice grip that only felt incredibly protective, and as if I did indeed belong to him.  That last thought before I drifted back to sleep seemed right to me, and for the time I realized I had never really belonged to anyone.  I’d spent my life on a path of belonging to my education and my career, but to another person?  That thought had never occurred to me, and now, with Omar under me, and in me and holding me and his lips on my forehead and all that warm heat inside me, I realized I wanted to belong to him, to the man I considered a demi-god in his own right.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
     
    We did sleep and again, it felt like hours and hours.  We remained glued together with me sleeping soundly stretched out along his body.  He held me, even in his sleep, he possessively held me to him, and I loved it.  At some point, his cock slipped free of me, and I momentarily woke up, feeling bereft of his loss.  I realized I was now fully addicted to the Arabian Prince and I wished to belong to him. 
    It was late in the day by the time we finally stirred, and Omar announced we needed to shower and then eat.  “I will consume you again this evening my goddess, and perhaps in the morning before I send you back to your life.”
    I whined and groaned when I moved, and getting out of bed was darn near torture.  “Um Omar, I can hardly walk already, you can’t ruin me completely, I really do need to work.”
    His hearty chuckle was full of amusement.  “Nonsense! I wish for you to feel me in you and on you for days after we part.  I will fuck you repeatedly until you wince whenever you move.”
    I gave him a perplexed expression, but I didn’t argue.  I actually relished the thought of being fucked repeatedly.  I had time to make up and I decided I was indeed a certifiable pervert and I liked cock way too much.  At least I liked Omar’s cock way too much.
    I grabbed my bag on the way to the bathroom as I hobbled in there.  He laughed from the bedroom and then told me he was going to order us some food.  I assumed that meant he had a personal chef on hand, and I realized I was starving, and I needed to pee something fierce.
    I sat on the toilet and almost cried when I was finally able to pee.  It hurt but also felt so good I wondered if I could have more orgasms just from moving around and being sore.  I took out my phone and texted my dad. Simply stating : Don’t worry about me. I am with friends and will be at work on Monday morning. 
    Then I texted Julie.  I just had too.  I couldn’t help it, I had to tell someone, and I knew my best friend and college roommate would be delighted with the news.
    Anna: Well, it happened.
    Julie: What happened?
    Anna: You know. IT!
    Julie: OMG! NFW! Who?
    Anna: Yes fucking way! Sending picture.  He is a future King!
    Julie: OMG! OMG! OMG! U OK?
    Anna: IKR? I’m better than okay.  Hurt though.
    Julie: Yeah, you’ll heal fast.  Proud of you GF. Love you! Oh! Get some cranberry juice. J
    Anna: OK. Love you too Babe!
    I showered in the gold fixtured bathroom that seemed bigger than my entire apartment at school.  I washed all of me and even my hair again. He had the best custom products and I swooned over the aromatherapy ingredients. When I emerged from the steam, I felt refreshed, but also tired, and of course still sore, like achy, burning sore on the