The Sheikh's Surprise Mistress 3 (Jatar Sheikh Series Book 7)

by Jessica Brooke

  The Sheikh’s Surprise Mistress

  Part 3:

  (The Jatar Sheikhs Series #7)

  By: Jessica Brooke

  All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2014 Jessica Brooke

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

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  We landed in Abu Dhabi near sunset, and I have to say, the view from the terrace of Amir’s palace estate was breathtaking. The desert was on one side and a beautiful, modern city was to the north. The evening shadows played the desert dunes like dancing ghosts. Often it appeared as if there were no horizon and I was simply watching an endless ocean of dark waves.

  When we arrived, I was a bit overwhelmed with the congregation of gathered servants and attendees who greeted us. Our nanny traveled with us, but another two available—trained in child care—were also on hand. I was still learning names, and since most of the women wore full burkas, I was having a hard time recognizing anyone. I mentioned this to Amir, who seemed not to have noticed they all appeared entirely alike in the black, full body and face covered gowns.

  “There is no need to recognize them. Just refer to them as servant, and they will do your bidding. Names are not required.”

  “That’s not right! I want to know the people I live with. I refuse to be that entitled and impersonal,” I retorted.

  He thought on it and then huffed his way back downstairs, leaving me and my precious Amsi to stare at the last few colorful remnants of the sunset. I leaned and kissed his soft forehead, and he grinned. He was the happiest baby I’d ever been around. As a consequence, I was now the happiest mommy on the planet.

  “This is our new home—actually baby boy—this is your country,” I said to him. He made a giggly sound of delight and pumped his tiny fists in the air. “Yes, my little royal born prince. This kingdom is going to be yours someday.” Amsi kicked his stubby feet and squealed in delight, as if he understood what I was saying.

  I did laugh—internally—I’d not let Amir know I found it amusing when he referred to his country as his kingdom. I suppose it was an American thing and the fact we never had royalty or a ruling hierarchal line. In any case, I found it funny, but I doubt Amir would understand my snickers in the slightest.

  “Okay. It’s done,” Amir announced as he rejoined us on the terrace. I lifted my eyebrows in question, and he answered, “I’ve changed the house rules. No more Burkas. You shall begin to recognize everyone as individuals. I’ve had them order uniforms such as Omar has for his people.”

  “Wow,” I rejoined with an astonished expression. “That was fast. I didn’t mean to cause any problems.”

  He waved me on, “No, no. It’s all nonsense to me, but you are my queen. The rulership of the household will now fall on you—or once we are officially wed, it will.”

  I felt my face turn pale. Amir noticed, as he tends to do with everything about me. “Never fear, my love. Anna learned in Omar’s house, and you will here. No pressure. It is already well managed. If you wish, you needn’t do a thing.”

  He then bent at the waist and gave me a slight bow. “However, your wish is their command. You are now their queen. I am certain the females will already be enamored with you because of this newest change in policy.”

  I shrugged. My go to move when I didn’t have words to respond. There was so much for me to learn! It was such an entirely different culture—an ancient culture in comparison to what I was discovering about being American—we didn’t have culture such as this, and I was unaccustomed to living by eons old principles, rules, standards, and beliefs. As a consequence, I continually felt behind and lacking. Amir looped his arm around my waist and slid in beside us. He traced a finger softly across Amsi’s forehead and then leaned in and kissed my cheek. As a family, we stared out over our kingdom.

  The next day, I was taken on a tour of the massive estate. It reminded me of Lawrence of Arabia, the way the structure was distinctly castle-like with a huge rock wall that surrounded the entire compound. It was an ancient structure and there were still three cannons (non-working) left up in the walkway where the archers and snipers would sit in wait for invaders. It was an incredibly safe estate simply from the fact you could see someone coming from miles away in any direction. There were guards stationed on all the walls and even guards who patrolled the property at regular intervals.

  I was introduced to everyone over and over, although I had to ask for names. They were mainly identified by their duties or station, but I was slowly beginning to recognize the ones who were in our inside circle and served us the most. We toured Amir’s world-famous stables, and I admired the chiseled heads and tiny pointed ears of some of the best bred Arabian horses on the planet. We made plans to ride soon. I loved to ride and had quite a bit when I was a kid. Anna and I had also made a point of renting horses whenever we found time. Amir was surprised and overjoyed at the same time. He didn’t know many women who liked horses or knew how to ride.

  I explained that some girls in America were born horse crazy and read the famous children’s book The Black Stallion, which was all about a stunning black Arabian stallion. He waved his hand and asked the book be purchased so he could read it to Amsi. Then he showed me a stunning little black mare, announcing she was now mine. I squealed like a little girl and jumped up and down in glee—this, of course, delighted him.

  Chapter One

  I handed Amsi to his nanny and then retreated to our master suite in the desert palace. We’d instructed her we wished to remain undisturbed for the remainder of the night. Even though I had mommy pangs of missing my baby, I was quickly distracted with my amorous husband. He was strong again and liked reminding me of that simple fact. Since he towered over me, he often handled me like a doll. In this moment, I shut and locked the large double doors and then turned to face the room. He was standing by the picture window with a drink in hand. He’d prepared me one which sat on the end table, waiting.

  “To me, female,” he said in Arabic. “You will kneel before me in my own home.”

  I understood him since we’d been practicing together. I blushed at the thought of kneeling before him, but as per our recent concessions, there were times when he would take control—and in turn, at other times, he would give me the power and surrender to my will. I guess right now, it was all him and he was going to play King. I didn’t begrudge this to my powerful husband. How could I after he just spent almost a year in another man’s country and home as a guest because of me. We were now in his home—his kingdom—his rule. He was healthy and strong and obviously needed to stretch those Master muscles.

  My tone was subservient, “Yes, Amir.” Amir puffed his chest and leveled a subjugating gaze on me.

  “You are a good girl,” he said with a slight snarl. “Why are you still dressed?”

  A short amused laugh burst from my belly, but he only smirked and lifted a brow. He was serious. I guess it was time for me to play this part and please my handsome, wealthy, attentive, and lusty partner. I lifted the hem of my dress and met his hungry stare. It was a fairly long skirt, but I didn’t have any panties
on underneath—as per prior requests from said lusty partner—and I took two, hip sashaying steps towards him. By the time I was halfway across the room, the dress was off entirely. I’d also forgone much of a bra today and only had on a thin white cami tank. My nipples jutted lewdly from behind the see-through fabric. Amir licked his lips and set down his drink, facing me fully.

  I released my ponytail, and my golden hair draped down around my face and over my nipples. Amir began to grow hard, which in turn made me even wetter. I was all into the seduction now and enjoying how much I evidently pleased him. I soon gave up all inhibitions and seductively lifted the cami up and over my head to reveal my breasts.

  I began to gently massage my breasts as Amir growled and dropped his pants in response. I then trailed a finger down through my cleft and showed him the shiny release I’d produced just for him. He fisted himself and growled again. He was so hard, I found it difficult to remove my eyes to meet his. I wanted to stare at his erotic display—I found him stunningly beautiful and ached to taste him.

  I lowered myself to my knees, and Amir couldn’t stop the curl of his lips. It gave him a slightly sinister expression, but it was also so sexy, I sucked in air with a hiss at my body’s response. I was now practically puddling between my legs for this magnificent man. I lowered my face to the dense carpet at his feet—completely offering myself to him. The sound he made was exultant and only spurred me on more. I was at a fever pitch to please this man, and my heart was rocketing in my chest and my center was a soaked, twitching pool of desire.

  I was rather flabbergasted that my surrender and acquiescence to Amir was such a turn on for me—I’d have thought certainly for him—but what was happening inside my body was a strange thing to suddenly be aware of.

  I saw Amir’s shirt hit the floor at my side, and then his huge feet came into view of my downcast eyes. “Take me, female,” he ordered. The timbre of his deep voice sub-woofed in my sternum, and I gasped as I lifted my face to see him standing over me—gripping his engorged hardness and presenting it to me as if a gift. I licked my lips and took my time traveling my hands up his thighs. “Tell me who I am,” he said in a lowered, almost reverent voice.

  Without hesitation I replied, “You are mine, my master, my husband.”

  I could hear his heavy swallow, and I felt the full-body shudder as I trailed one hand up towards his shaft. With my other hand, I gripped his muscled ass cheek, and I jerked him towards my mouth. I liked it when the tide turned and all of a sudden I was in the position of power and he didn’t even realize it. His pleasure was my doing and his undoing. And I loved every second of it.

  As Amir reached climax, I peered up at him. His releasing exhale was full of emotion, and he shook his head in response to my pleasure. I interpreted this as him being overwhelmed that he had me in his life—something he’d verbalized numerous times.

  He went behind me and effortlessly swung me up and into his arms. I squealed and giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hand under my butt instantly found my soaked entrance, and he gave me a knowing finger wiggle and grunt of appreciation. He set me on the bed and commanded, “Slide to the edge and present yourself to me.”

  His mouth was soon to follow. He pushed my ass higher and levered my torso down to the bed, and then he began slowly licking me, sucking on my folds and lathing up through my cleft with his strong tongue. His hands pet my thighs and knead my bottom. Or, like just this second, he reached around the front and to make circular motions with his finger over my swollen gem of a clitoris. “Oh God!” I wailed as I grew even wetter.

  He chuckled, and again the deep timbre of his masculine voice did something to my insides. Even without words he can moan and groan me right into an orgasm. His tongue jutted, his finger pushed and rubbed, and he rumbled his appreciation. Then he slid in one long finger, gliding on my need and entering me. “More!” I shouted. “I need more, Amir.”

  “Princess, you will cum for me now,” he said.

  I didn’t have much choice in the matter. I moaned and went into a seizure of jerks and twitches as he demanded more with his strategically placed hands and fingers. I not only obeyed him, but I did it with force and as I was about to gush my release, he pressed his hot mouth to my core and lapped at me. His hand at my clit pinned my lower body between his lips and hand, and I screamed from the intensity. After climaxing, I crumpled against the bed and curled up, whining my way through a series of major aftershocks. Amir was quite pleased with himself and climbed up behind me and curled his entire body around mine—protectively holding me. He began to rub his hardness against my bottom, skidding it across my skin.

  “Are you ready for me, darling?” he asks in a husky, full of need tone.

  I whimper, “I can’t cum anymore, Amir.”

  His laugh is almost uproarious as he pushes against my bottom again. “You are an amusing female.”

  Chapter Two

  We quickly settled into Amir’s life. Like he said, there was very little for me to do. I didn’t even feel the need to change much of anything in the daily running and management of the estate. The menus were really the only area I stuck my nose in at all. Tonight we were having Irish-beef stew, Amir’s favorite. I’d taught the chef how to make the flakiest buttermilk biscuits, so we were having those with the stew and, of course, with real churned butter and raw honey.

  As we ate, we laughed and talked, and it didn’t seem as if it were just the two of us. Correction, more like two and a half of us. Amsi often had something to offer, and if we laughed, so did he. He also was enjoying a nibble of our adult food. Turns out, he would kill for honey—loves the stuff and starts to scream if I tell him he’s had enough—like right now. Best ever thing about being this wealthy—I can pass off the screaming child to be rushed off to a part of the house where we can’t hear him. I know, might be bad parenting, but, oh well—of this one thing I planned to take full advantage. I want to stay in love with my child and the second he begins to wail—I hate him.

  “Anna sent me the funniest text today,” I said once Amsi was wailing his diaper filled-self down the hall, in the care of the nanny.

  Amir was wholeheartedly supportive of my parenting plan and without pause questioned, “Yes, do tell.”

  I dug out my phone to translate the text. “Okay, she starts off with an OMG.”

  Amir mutters, “Oh my God,” sounding rather sarcastic in the delivery.

  “Right. Then she says, her baby shits more than a hippo,” I laughed and filled Amir in on our private joke. “When Anna and I were kids, her dad took us to the zoo. We were fascinated by the hippo. We stayed there for a really long time laughing at her. But then she got in her pond and proceeded to take such a huge crap that it totally contaminated the entire pool. And it was stinky! We were both so grossed out that Anna actually threw up—she’s way more sensitive than I am. Anyway—to this day, hippo equals shit in quantity!”

  Amir bobbed his head and smiled, “How is she dealing with the baby, then?”

  I snorted and dipped my chin towards my phone, “Apparently, she’s not. Her text went on to say she’s decided to swear off all diaper duties.”

  Amir chuckled and leaned back in his chair, “You could as well. I do not see why that is a mandatory part of being a mother. Not with our station in life.”

  He was completely serious, and I gave him an ashamed giggle, “I kinda already have.”

  He snickered in return, “I know.”

  Amir had a wonderful sense of humor, and surprisingly it was him who kept me laughing more often than not. He also seemed able to notice everything about his household, and me and the baby, and also run his government and a multitude of employees. I didn’t know how he did it all and stayed sane, let alone find time to give me any attention. Perhaps it was his royal blood that gave him the ability to multi-task with ease.

  Once we finished dinner, we went to the den, and he presented me with two binders overflowing with pictures of bridal dresses. I g
roaned, “Oh please don’t make me look at any more dresses.”

  He sat next to me and flipped open the first book, “I know you are teasing, my jewel. What girl does not dream of her wedding day?”

  I mock pouted and stuck out my lower lip. “Me!”

  He turned the page and indicated I look down, which I did. My mouth fell open. “Oh wow,” I mumbled as I became transfixed on the most elegant gown I’d ever seen. It was strapless and shimmering eggshell white. “Are those diamonds?”

  “They are,” Amir answered in his droll tone. It was as if he were saying, if you’re a good girl, I can offer you this, as well.

  I turned to him, grinning from ear to ear, “How many times must I please you for this one?”

  This time it was him caught off guard and he barked a laugh. “If you like that one, then it shall be yours.”

  I nodded like a kid, my eyes going wide. “Me likey this one very much.”

  “Don’t you want to look at others?” he asked and turned the page again.

  I gaped at the picture, “Oh shit, its gorgeous, too. I don’t know how to choose.”

  He slid in closer and wrapped his arm across my shoulders. His big hand played with my hair, and he flipped the page again, “Here, we will together. Judging from your reaction to the strapless, diamond encrusted bodice on page one, we will set it at the top of the list. Shall we see if another can unseat it?”

  I pushed against him and snuffled into his neck, kissing his warm skin and then grabbing his jugular tendon gently between my teeth. I mumbled, “You are the most amazing man on the planet.”

  I felt his inner chuckle, but he only said, again droll as can be, “And you are the most amazing female, my Julie.”

  ***

  The wedding was set for three months from now. It was going to be at the Atlantis Palm in Dubai. The actual ceremony was to be on The Beach, at the venue they simply called, Private Beach. The Reception was to be in the Atlantis Ballroom and Royal Terrace. The reception was going to be quite a shindig, and there were well over a thousand people invited. Anna was to be my bridesmaid, and Omar was to be Amir’s best man. The entire Atlantis resort was an engineering feat and consisted of all manmade islands set in the shape of a giant palm tree. It took years of construction and re-construction as they learned how to create land masses and contrived islands in the Arabian Ocean simply from transplanting large quantities of the desert.