A Desert King's Obsession

by Christine Gray

  CHIONE

  Fuck, it really happened! My lack of arm in the reflection is proof that it all hasn’t been a dream. Over two weeks since the operation, and I’m still getting used to the lack of limb. Shahid wasn’t joking either. I’ll admit I was playing my part well, but I was scared as hell. I guess money can buy you freedom ‘cause I breezed through customs without a second glance. At the airport, we were met with a team of people. All their question tossing around in the stretch limo was almost too much to take. Being in charge, Shahid filled in the blanks. When he couldn’t, he coaxed the response out of me with slow, deep, calming words.

  Once we got to the private wing of the hospital, I went through X-rays and MRI’s, and that scan Dr. O told me that was needed for my new arm. There were two teams. One was for the amputation and the reconstruction of my foot. The other was just for the arm. Even so, they worked seamlessly together while I was just along for the ride. A scary one, but now, on the other side of it all, it’s gotten better.

  Here I was envisioning them sawing through my flesh and bone. However, it was all done with lasers. In doing so, my recovery time has been speedy. The pain is minimal. Although I still feel the weight of my old arm, the shrink explained to me that it’s normal. Turning to the side, I can’t help but smile. Yeah, I should be depressed, but how the fuck can I be when Shahid has been so amazing to make sure I didn’t fall into a downward spiral of pity.

  Although I’m sporting a nub, it hasn’t stopped us from sightseeing. If this is going to be my life, sign me up. From day one, we’ve been held up in a penthouse suite. An attendant, maids, and a chef have been at our beck and call. The first weeks I didn’t leave the place. All I had was London’s iconic Big Ben looming larger than life. The fun began Sunday night with my first trip out, which was nothing more than ice cream and a slow-pace stroll down the lit streets. I can’t remember half of what he said that night. I was too awe-struck with the sights, smells, sounds, and the people to hang on to his every word. I’m still sticker shock whenever we’re out, but I’m absorbing it all a lot better as the days go by.

  For the first time in a long time, it’s all about me. My thoughts are filled with my future and not the worries of others or being caught. Yeah, I know this can all blow up tomorrow. Shahid thinks he can mold the world to his will. In a way, he might have been lucky to do so. Hell, he might be able to pull it all off. But don’t hate me for not investing wholeheartedly in the dream. Until then, though, I’m living it up.

  Lighthearted, I hobble with a bit of speed out of the bathroom. The boot fashioned for my foot won’t slow me down.

  “Everything came out okay?”

  “According to the shit on the paper, I would think so,” I tease.

  “You two are disgusting,” grunts Dr. O.

  She says it, but the smile says otherwise. I smirk before leaving the room for the private dressing area Shahid had set up for me. More than once, I’ve wondered what the story is behind him knowing her. I get she’s a doctor, and I assume the connection is through his dad, but why is she always around? What was the vibe I’d picked up on between her and Shahid? I was thankful for her help. Lord knows, but…

  “Wear a skirt so I can play with you under the table.”

  Shahid’s warm breath tickles my ear. His strong arm snakes around my waist. All I do is chuckle, but the idea of it all has my juices coating my walls.

  “No, not that one. Let me see how short that is? No. Yeah, I like that one,” he says at last.

  He leans against the wall to watch me go through the motions of getting dressed. The heat of his eyes sends goose bumps puckering across my flash. It amazes me that he hasn’t lost one lick of desire for me. I mean not one fuckin’ ounce. Every night he presses his stiff dick into my back before going to sleep.

  “What is it?” I ask because of the way he’s staring, even if he doesn’t want anything. We need to get a conversation going to break up the tension in the over-sized closet.

  “Tonight is our last night here.”

  My perfectly plucked and shaped eyebrow notches. “Oh, we’re going back to Miami?”

  “You won’t be back there for a while, Chione. We’re moving to the house in Mayfair. This place made it easier for your follow-up care,” he explains.

  Locking on to his reflection in the full-length mirror, I can tell there is more.

  “That makes sense. No need to pay for all of this when you already have a place,” I agree.

  “The rest of the household I traveled with is staying there. I only took a few people with me to my brother’s in Miami.”

  I nod. Why is he spoon feeding me shit? Just say what you’re working up to.

  “There will be more people, but with the house being seven stories, we’ll have our own level, so you won’t have to meet them all.”

  “Okay,” I reply, narrowing my eyes. I’m picking up on something here. Opening my mouth to ask the burning question, he cuts me off.

  “I’m letting you know that I have every intention of making love to you tonight. Correction. I won’t lie.” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “I’m making it sound romantic, but it won’t be. We’re going to fuck.”

  Sweet Jesus! The way he finishes with his hot gaze roaming my body is a sexy thing to behold. Now, I understand his oddness. He takes his time, sucking on his bottom lip, staring at me before he leaves the room without another word.

  SHAHID

  It takes everything within me to keep us out touring around London as promised. You have to understand that I’ve been coming to London since I was thirteen to visit my Ma and Chadli on holiday. We stayed in one of my father’s homes with his staff and bodyguards. She came so much that she moved permanently after having enough of the systematic racism in the States. There wasn’t a place I haven’t seen in the city. Even still the joy on Chione’s face helps to chase the boredom away, but that was it. It did nothing to curve the horniness coursing through me.

  What’s a kick in the head is the fact that knowing I was going to finally go balls deep, the fuckin’ day seemed to be dragging them on. I’m trying to be understanding that she wants to get a taste of the city, while all I have is getting a taste of what’s nestled between her legs. A constant hard-on is what I’m sporting. I’m happy I dressed is loose-fitting jeans instead of the dapper linen pants I was eyeing. Heaven knows the extra room is helping to hide things.

  From the St. Paul’s Cathedral to the Natural Gallery to afternoon tea and lunch at The Ritz to now a leisure stroll through Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum, my patience is being tested.

  “Retrieve the chair from the car,” I order the silent presence looming discreetly in the back.

  The man taps his earpiece and mumbles my request. Chione will be pissed to have me push her through the huge museum, but I’m not risking her falling due to trying to do too much, too fast. Coming up behind her, I clear my throat.

  “It’s for the rest of the tour.” I nod towards the chair.

  To my surprise, no drama. She plops in the chair, settles in, and starts talking my ear off about the almost lifelike works of art. It helps to know that after this outing, it will be an early dinner at a restaurant on the River Thames then back to the suite. That knowledge is more than enough to loosen my tongue to get me talking.

  “Is everything all right?” questions Chione at my frown.

  “My brother.”

  “Is he the one who keeps calling? Answer it,” she suggests.

  Focused on her tour, she motions to be rolled away by one of my men to not miss a detail being shared.

  “I’m handling business.”

  “What fuckin’ business do you have in Miami?”

  Turning away from Chione, I walk off a bit. “I’m back in London. Listen, whatever is going on, are the cops involved?”

  “No.”

  “Bodies to be hid?”

  “Are you crazy? No.”

  “A woman claiming the baby is mine?”

  I tak
e note of the slight pause in his answer.

  “No, no, it’s nothing like that, but I need help. I’m facing something I’ve never thought I—”

  “Take a deep breath. Are you in danger?”

  “No, but she—”

  “I’ll call you tomorrow early. You be ready to tell me everything, understand?”

  “Tomorrow…” He sighs.

  Hanging up, I engage the number I have coded on my speed dial.

  “Yas, listen, I need surveillance on Chadli. I want to know what he’s been up to and who he’s been fuckin’.”

  I hear the click a second later. He only speaks when he has to. Pausing, I replay the conversation in my mind. He said she. I got that. It’s always about pussy. Rolling my eyes, I just pray the woman isn’t married or underage. Running my hands through my hair, I’ll just have to wait for the shit to hit the fan.

  CHIONE

  I’ll admit dinner overlooking the ships and lights of The Thames was beautiful, but I could have skipped it tonight to get back to the suite. Since the wax museum, love is all I’ve had on the brain. All day, Shahid teased, but nothing more, I waited for him to use the access of me wearing a dress, but he never did more than caress my legs. Always the tease, he’s got me jumpy with anticipation. I won’t lie.

  Back in the room, he places an order for a late-night snack of sliced roast beef; I don’t point out that he shouldn’t be eating that, crackers, and a meat glaze with a tray of fruit, cheese, and ginger ale for later. Good calling seeing how we ate around 6pm. Not to mention the sex he promised me, we’ll both need that snack.

  Laying back into the tub, I follow the blood red rose petals that float along the water’s surface. I breathe in the scented oils he’s poured in just before he left me to do my thing. Jesus, I’m nervous. I mean you tend to be knocking the boots your first time with a guy, right? Now, add on a nub for a left arm, and a foot no longer in the boot, but still has to be wrapped in a grandma-looking orthopedic sock and locked into a brace at night. I’m not too worried about him seeing all of this. Hell, he’s been through it all with me to see it all. He had washed me, fed me, wiped my ass, and everything because he didn’t want anyone else to do it. I’m not calling that love, but it’s damn stronger than what I was dubbing it as. Nah, I’m just self-conscious.

  “Come out nude and wet.”

  That was his request. Short and to the point with no guessing what he meant. To make sure I didn’t bust my ass, he’d made a pathway with plush carpet from the tub to the door. By the time I cross the threshold, my feet are dry enough to walk on the tile. Crazy of me to think I would be walking through. I managed to get two steps off before I’m swung around to be lifted by my waist into his arms.

  Now, I’ll admit that I was kinda preparing myself for a bit of a letdown. Although, I’m sure that Shahid is gonna stick it to me over and over again tonight, I still had a bit of doubt. You know how it is when you get so worked up. Waiting for the fuck then you wish you could have gotten those twenty minutes back. Men always claim to be able to lay the pipe and put you to sleep. Well, damn it if all my doubts have just been erased.

  Muscular arms hold me tight, pressing my already wet pussy into his abs. I can stop my lower body from rubbing and hunching him. I know he felt the gush from my pussy when he licked the water from my breastbone to my left nipple.

  “Fuck,” I groan.

  Shahid’s mom must have had one helluva time breastfeeding this fool ‘cause the suction of his mouth is no joke. Mouth open wide, he ingests it all to suck as if he’s trying to force milk through.

  SHAHID

  I can’t help but wonder if this damn girl has already popped one off. The amount of sleek she’s grinding on my body makes me think so. Finally, I’m going to get in these guts. That thought alone keeps me hanging on to my sanity long enough to get us to the spot I’ve prepared. With Chione only having one arm, I didn’t want things to become cumbersome and fuck up the mood. Well, nothing would stop me, but I know she might damper things if she became too self-conscious. The candles around the object in the center are for her. That’s romantic bullshit that men don’t give two shits about. The four tall mirrors on wheel positioned at the north, east, west, and south of the object is for us both as is the sex sofa I’ve had hidden in the suite until tonight.

  Laying her back on the suede sofa, I don’t say a word. My warning this morning was clear enough. If she thought I was joking, the speed in which I shove her legs open and drop my head took all her doubts away along with her breath. So sweet, hot, and goddamn wet. I take my time splitting her dark, waxed lips. The tip is enough to coat my mouth with her heavy cream. Going deeper I taste her pink walls. Mouth covering all I can, I suck, moan, and massage all at the same time. My head rides each of her movements as I try to connect closer than humanly possible. In and out, I stab her cunt. Letting go, I make slow circular swirls of her swollen clit. Beating it with the flicking of my tongue, Chione begs for me to suck until she explodes.

  Doing one better, I maneuver between her legs. Sliding my arms, I force her legs open. One, two passes of the head of my cock, I penetrate her pussy with one thrust. Backing out, I dive in again, this time balls deep. With no mercy, I rotate my hips stretching her cunt to the extreme. With each stroke, I pull more juices out of her center to soak my nuts and the sofa below us.

  “Watch me fuck you, baby,” I whisper as I turn her head towards one of the mirrors.

  Leaning back, hands holding her legs in place under her thighs, I make sure she can see what’s going on below.

  “You see how wet my dick is, don’t you? Yes, you’re dripping Chione.” Pausing, I bite my lip. “I’m going to beat your pussy all night.”

  True to my word, I pick up the tempo. There’s a disconnect I can’t seem to correct. I can hear her screams mixing with the clamping of our bodies, but the way she gushes and tightens around me is all I need to continue.

  We move up the sofa with the force of our fuckin’. Not skipping a beat, I place her legs on my chest as her ass settles perfectly into the curve of the sofa. Coming up, I call on the strength of my thighs to leap frog the fuck out of her cunt. I don’t have to ask if she’s cum, the vibrations of her walls clenching is proof enough while I power drive through to lead her into another.

  “Breathe, Chione. That’s it….fuck yes, you can do it, baby. Drown me in your cum.”

  “Shahid, right there.”

  When I pull out, flip her over onto the upper bend of the sofa, I get it from behind. If I thought Chione felt amazing before, the first pump of my dick has me losing my shit. Ass in the perfect position, I’m able to press through to touch and burst through into a deeper depth. One arm is all she has to try to claw away from me. Even with two hands, the grip I have on her hips, my fingers cutting into her flesh, Chione isn’t going nowhere.

  Glancing up, I watch her expressions of pain and pleasure, passion and fear through narrowed eyes. Suddenly, her head moves. We connect in the reflection.

  “Fuck me,” she begs.

  “I’ll fuck it up,” I warn.

  Balancing to the best of her ability, Chione throws it back. Dazed, I watch my dick disappear through her chocolate gates to return sleek with moisture.

  “It’s been so long. Don’t stop.”

  Looking up, her eyes are closed in ecstasy.

  “How long, baby?”

  All I get are a few babbles out of Chione until, “Years, nothing since meeting you. Oh, Shahid,” she moans.

  My fingers in her hair, head yanked back, I give her what she needs. I give her what I’ve been longing to do. I mark Chione as mine and mine alone. I carve my name on every inch of her pussy canal to the point blood smears the side of my dick. As if I busted her cherry for the first time, none other before me matter after tonight. I’m going to be her last. Call me sick. I know, but see, it causes the string tethering me to reality to snap.

  Crazy as I am at the moment, I have to fight back the desire to fill h
er insides with all of me. Instead, I extend our session. I chuckle when Chione voices her desire for me to finish shit. Silly woman has no clue that I can go for hours before cumming. No, not with the help of a pill, but through breathing, I can put it off. My first lover, a woman provided to teach me when I was thirteen, made sure that I learned not just about getting what I want, how to seduce, but how to please too.

  Stopping to give Chione a glass of wine a few times, I keep going, showing no mercy for hours. When she starts to get dry, I lick her pussy back to life or eat her ass before going back to driving her crazy. Each time she swears enough, but I prove her body wrong with a whisper, a phrase, a rub of her clit to make her ready for me again.

  Our bodies glide across each other with ease due to the amount of salty sweat coating our flesh. My muscles are crying out for relief. My heart is bruising my goddamn ribcage at the rate it’s pounding. I teased that Chione was going to be the death of me, and she just might be. No longer able to hold back, hell, I don’t want to. My balls have shriveled up to wrinkled raisins with the need to let go.

  Reaching up, my arms snake around Chione to plaster her wet back to the front of my chest. My ass cheeks flex with my upward thrusts. Shifting an inch lower and forward, I reveal the secret weapon I’ve been holding on to for the grand finish. Never in her life, I know Chione has ever experienced an orgasm at this magnitude.

  “What? Wait!”

  Like a jackhammer, I tap on that spot within her. Etching my name on her G-spot, her body begins to shake. Her pussy contracts to a degree that causes me to forget the day and time. I’m so happy I’ve been watching in the mirror before us. If not, I would have missed the nasty, kinky sight of essence gushing like a flood from her cunt. Squirting, screaming, cursing only to ask for deliverance from God in a different language, Chione is done. Her body is no more than a limp puppet when I begin to move to chase my own ecstasy.