I shrugged within his embrace, “I wouldn’t care. You know that right?”
His voice was full of sarcastic amusement, “You would care if I were not able to service you in the fashion you’ve grown accustomed.”
I jerked away and gaped at him, “What happened Omar? Was it that bad?” I looked down at his lap and his leg, but I couldn’t tell what was different or how he’d been injured. “Did your? Um, did it get hurt too?” I shook my head and then stammered my way through a quick addition, “Not that I care. Don’t get me wrong, and you are wrong in thinking that is my main attraction to you. I mean, yeah, I like the sex, but, well, what I mean is…”
He lifted half his face in his customary grin, and reached out to quiet me with a finger on my chin.
“I am fine darling and as soon as I considered a life without you in it, I evicted those thoughts just as quickly!”
“What happened? Please tell me?” I plead.
“I will show you my scars this evening. Will you join me for dinner and stay with me tonight?”
I sort of shrieked my response. “Of course silly! Try and get me off of you, just try! I dare you to try and get rid of me now.”
He laughed and for the first time I could tell he was lightening up, “Ahhh my love—that is a dare I will not entertain. I should seek that we never separate again. Ever.”
I exhaled dramatically, “Why are you still dodging the question? Why aren’t you telling me what happened?”
He frowned, “What happened really is not important. I was very injured, the entire leg was damaged, even up into my hip joint. It was broken in three places and the ankle was shattered. There were many surgeries. I am full of titanium hardware now. The doctors were unsure if they could even save the limb.”
I tried, and failed at hiding my shock. “They did though, I mean, that’s your real leg?”
He nodded, “Yes, I am once again whole and as you saw, I can walk. My goal is to be cane free by the time we officially wed.”
I leaned in and kissed him passionately, “I love what a warrior you are Omar. You meet every challenge head on, undaunted by other’s opinions. You have all my respect and love and just so you know, I think I kinda worship you.”
I blushed crimson and looked down at my lap. “At least, in my own head I think of you as a sort of god among mortal men.”
“Ahhh my sweet Anna. I think the same of you.” He gripped roughly on my chin, reminding me of his dominance, and my center twitched.
I sighed and my eyelids sagged shut, “Oh Omar, what you do to me. You have no idea.”
He took my hand and set it over his lap, at his groin, and he grinned mischievously, “This is what you do to me, Goddess.”
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The party was unmemorable apart from being next to Omar yet again. He sat while I mingled, and I noticed my dad talking to him. I watched for a bit, but it seemed as if they were both smiling and getting along and when my dad left his company, he stretched out a hand and they shook on something, both of them nodding in agreement. So, I left it alone and figured Omar didn’t need me to defend him or wrangle my father. They were grown men and could sort it by themselves. I was also fully aware of the fact I was not responsible for my father’s attitude or language. That was between him and Omar if they so choose.
My mom was as bright and shiny as I’d ever seen her and after I cornered her and asked why, she confessed that she and dad were kind of back together. After that night at Thanksgiving he’d joined her in the master bedroom and they’d talked well into the night. They’d cleared some of the bad air between them and he’d again promised to continue to change and try harder for both of us. Then they’d made love.
She blushed when she told me, but I also knew how much being loved physically could replenish a heart. I also knew that more than anything, all my mother really needed was to feel as if she mattered and that she was still desirable. I was delighted with her confessions and I hugged her and we both cried together because she was so happy for me that Omar was here.
We ended up staying longer than I’d hoped, but finally after almost three hours, Omar and I made our way to the limousine. He took me back to my apartment so I could grab some stuff and he waited in the car. I knew he was tired and traversing the stairs up to my small home was not going to be easy. I made it quick and left a note for Julie that I wouldn’t be back for probably a couple of days.
I put on the little black dress I’d worn for him the very first time we’d gone out, and he’d taken my virginity. This time I wore a garter set with thigh high stockings and no panties underneath. I wanted to offer him the easiest access possible. Unlike the full on armor of not only panties, but also pantyhose I’d worn that first date.
Once back in the limo, I slid up next to him and took his hand, like he’d done earlier. I set it on my thigh and then blinked at him. He made a rumbling sound in his chest and slowly slid his hand up the ribbon garter, pushing the hem of my dress ever higher. When he discovered my bare skin, he made the one sound that without fail would turn me into a puddle of girl.
His pinky finger parted my soft folds and within seconds I knew what he was feeling as my body lubricated itself unlike it had done since our separation. “Oh god Omar, I’ve missed you.”
He groaned and turned to me, sliding his finger up and into my sheath. He wrapped the long fingers of his other hand around my neck, and he lightly squeezed. Breathing against my lips as he slid his finger in and out of my soaked sheath.
“Ahhh Anna, you have no idea. No idea.” He growled and choked me harder and his thumb pushed on my clit. “I will ravage you this night, and you will melt for me. You will relinquish all of your control to me, you will submit to me and surrender and I will take what is mine.”
“Yes Omar, yes. Oh god.” I whimpered.
I was so close to already orgasming that I panted as he kissed me with the white hot passion of ten men, “Now princess, right this instant, you orgasm for me.”
Without a thought, my body obeyed him. He again made that sound.
He left me sitting there, nothing but a useless pile of flesh and he retreated back against the seat. A very pleased expression on his face. He sniffed his hand, and then he licked his finger and made a sound as if he’d never tasted anything quite so delicious. I continued to make mewling sounds as my body hummed along like a generator. He’d obviously found my throttle and then left me in neutral.
“Omar, I need you inside me.” I whispered.
“Yes you do. Later Goddess. We will dine first, and then I have a suite for us. We will wallow in each other and I will sate a crave I’ve had since the day you left.” He flexed his hand and gave me a lascivious look, “Do you remember my threat just after you left me?”
I scowled at my lap and my cheeks burned, and not just on my face. I stammered, “Um, yeah, something about me needing to be disciplined?”
“Ahhh yes, you do have a good memory. Are you prepared for it?”
I embarrassedly giggled and fake pouted, folding my hands in my lap. “Um, I guess.”
He took me to the only restaurant in Boston I’d never been. L’Espaliar is known throughout the world as one of the finest French dining experiences money can buy. We were alone in a small alcove and a raft of servers and sommeliers waited on us. We drank liberally as the Hors d’oeuvres were delivered one plate after another, and within a half an hour, Omar was more himself. I realized he’d more than likely been suffering through some pain issues and the alcohol was helping. His personality returned in full and he continued to grin at me, and smile to himself with small shakes of his head.
“What? Why do you keep grinning when you look at me?” I asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be smiling to be sitting next to the love of my life? Tell me oh beautiful one, are you not happy to be together once again?” I nodded vigorously in agreement and he chuckled.
“Your hair has grown considerably over the past half year. This pleases m
e, as does the dress and the high heels. This is the outfit you wore on the night I claimed you as mine for eternity.”
“Good memory.”
“Ahhh, as if I could forget a moment of the time I’ve spent with you.”
I giggled and we laughed together, reminiscing about some of our past escapades. The food was fabulous and the meal lasted hours as one course after another was served. While we were waiting for dessert and sipping at our whiskies, he asked.
“Would you like to hear the short of it? The injury?”
“Yes! Please, I am dying to know. You are usually so careful to stay out of harm’s way.”
He leaned back in his chair and popped his neck, “As you know, Armand was incapacitated, and I began taking a larger leadership role in the extermination of the rebels. I was still careful, but getting less so as we routed out more and more hives. On this particular expedition, my intelligence believed they’d found the boaters that shot at you and our wedding ceremony…”
I interrupted him, “Rehearsal.”
His expression was odd, and I couldn’t read it, so I waved him on with a quick apology for interrupting. He cleared his throat.
“I was eager to personally decimate that group for their second attack on you and my household and for the damage they inflicted to Armand. Word came back that the area had been secured and I landed, prepared to dole out revenge as soon as possible. This was the last remaining enclave and I was certain once I destroyed them, I could gather you to return home.
“I was perhaps too hasty in my pursuit. As it turns out, it was an ambush, and I was ill prepared for the onslaught that befell us. Three of my men were shot dead and I was taken prisoner. They didn’t seek information, only to torture. I was shot through my knee and then with bats they broke my ankle and my hip on this side.”
I choked and tears immediately welled in my eyes as he motioned down his damaged side. I tried to speak, but couldn’t find words so I just sniffed and nodded with my hand to my mouth. When the tears finally began popping from my eyes, he reached over and cupped my cheek.
“They are now dead and I am well on my way to a full recovery. Do not fret my love. It was a moment in time and one day we will look back and know we were victorious. Yes, there was a cost, but it was worth it! If nothing else, to make my country safe for my American beauty to once again reside, and stand at my side.”
“It sounds horrible. How did you escape? Are they all dead now?” I cried.
He slowly bobbed his head in agreement, “It was my love, it was my crucible and I am now stronger for having lived through it. I witnessed firsthand the ignorance and ideals in the hands of terrorists. My people are a proud lot and the men are easily swayed to action by a few eloquent speakers. Yes, it was hideous, but yes, they are all now dead.”
He sipped his whisky in thought before going on. “Surprisingly it was my brothers that saved me. After you left, they joined me at the Palace in Dubai—they were helping with the strategies etc.—it was Zahir that grew suspicious and attempted to contact me. When they were unable, they stormed the compound, and together with more of my soldiers, were able to rescue me and destroy that last remnant of infidels.”
I’m certain my expression belayed my shock and horror at the story. “How long did they have you?”
“Less than a day. It felt like years though. I’ve never experienced such intense pain. The recovery was equally tortuous, but at least I was given medications that lessened the severity.”
“Are you in pain now?” I asked.
He nodded, “Yes, although I must admit that being with you has pushed it all to the background, and in this moment I cannot feel anything except my love for you.”
He grinned and pushed his chair back and away from the table and indicated with his eyes that I look at his crotch. What I saw made me smile and then blush again.
“And of course, ignoring this is near impossible. I must tell you Anna, I’ve not been this aroused since you fled.” His expression clouded and I reached over and put my hand in his. “Ahhh, you read me well. I’ve to tell you something, and I hope you can understand.”
“Anything Omar, anything!”
He exhaled, “This is not a permanent state darling, but I fear that my current disability will prevent me from a few…” He pursed his lips and frowned at the table top. “I fear I cannot be on my knees.”
Initially I didn’t know what that meant and why it was such a huge confession. So, I thought about it and then realized he probably couldn’t have sex unless I was on top. “Um, I think I know what that confession means.”
“Do you my love? As you can see, my ardor is in no way diminished.”
I leaned even closer and whispered at his mouth before kissing him. “Omar Khalid, will you let me sit on you? Will you permit me to please you and service you in your need? It would bring me incredible pleasure to do so.”
His eyes closed and a large hand grabbed the back of my neck as he violently kissed me.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
After dinner we drove to the Mandarin Oriental in downtown Boston. Of course it was one of the most exclusive hotels on the entire east coast, and of course he’d rented the penthouse suite. We were both well lubricated from the libations at dinner, so as we strolled to our room, we continued to bump against the other and laugh.
I had my arm around Omar’s waist and was helping him since he continued to list in a—not so straight line. But it was fun and even he seemed less the dignitary and more like the man I only knew behind closed doors.
His men took up positions on the outside of the door after sweeping the suite, and then we were alone.
“Oh god, finally alone!” I cried as I flopped on the bed.
Omar hovered over me and after he growled at me a couple times, I opened my eyes and peeked up at him. “Show me what’s mine, princess.”
He pulled a chair to the edge of the bed and settled himself. I went to my knees and pulled my dress off first. I leaned on my shins as he perused my bra and garter covered body. His eyes lingered on my folds and he licked his lips.
“Good girl, I like you bare. Your pink flesh is delectable.”
He tilted his chin towards my breasts and I removed my bra. My boobs swayed as I released them and then they jiggled as I tried to breathe.
“Stunning. Now show me.”
I turned around and knelt with my forehead to the bed, lifting my behind in the air and then rolling my pelvis as I slightly spread my knees. When he sucked in air with a hiss, I knew I’d gotten the angle just right and he could see every inch of my bared, shiny sex. He stood and leaned against the bed with his knees, and then stroked his hot palm over the palest, softest flesh of my bottom. He gripped at my plump ass and then massaged me, digging in his fingers and kneading me as if I were dough.
“Yes Princess, yes, indeed you render me useless with your surrender.”
I heard him unzip his pants and then he leaned over my back and he shook as he pressed his rock hard cock up against the hot, abused flesh of my ass. “I can take you from here.” He gutturally said. “Beg me. Tell me who owns you. Beg me Anna. Who am I?”
I craned my neck and I gazed at him through hooded lashes, and I said in practiced Arabic, “Please Omar, take me. Dominate me. I am yours Omar. You are my Master!”
His hand shook and he swallowed roughly. He held me at the swell of my hips and he pulled my body to him, with my knees right to the edge of the bed. He held his hardness and groaned as he used the engorged crown of his cock to spread around all my wetness. Then he painstakingly entered me, as if it were our first time. He slid in only an inch at a time, stalling to breathe and rumbled his pleasure. His hands on my hips shook and I felt his entire body as it shuddered.
I was no better off and my whines soon turned to pleas of desperation. I knew he liked me to beg him, and so, I did just that.
“Omar, I need you so badly. Inside me. Please take me, please!”
He did as I r
equested and when he finally slid all the way to his base, buried inside my tight sheath, I thought for a second he might fall down. I squatted deeper and pushed against him, seating him even deeper in my core. He held onto my hips, using my stabilized position on the bed as a sort of support, and then he took over.
He took long, languid strokes in and out of me and I knew he was watching what our joined bodies were doing as we collided in the most carnal of ways. I continued to soak him with my lubrication and he grew hotter and harder inside me. His heart was thudding thickly in my pussy and that mixed with my own accelerated pulse and I was certain I would fly apart into a million pieces when I climaxed.
He growled and grunted and continued to make the one sound I was useless against. I cried out when I felt my impending release, “Omar, oh god! Omar!” My breaths were now halted and sporadic, almost as if I had to remind my body to take in air.
“No, not yet Anna. Together.” He said through obviously gritted teeth.
I whimpered and tried to hold off the climax, I really did try. “Omar, I can’t!”
He abruptly stopped and left my body in a shattering moment that left me feeling as if I’d been dropped from a great height. “I must see your face Anna.” He said just before he spanked me hard just once and chuckled after I squealed from the abruptness of it.
I panted and fell to my side as he sat back in the chair. I watched him as he peeled off his slacks and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Within seconds he was naked and still obscenely hard and jutting. I became mesmerized with how beautiful his penis was and I licked my lips, mumbling, “Most beautiful man in the world.”
He looked down the line of his left leg and my eyes traveled the length of it, taking in all the new scars. The knee looked destroyed, and I suppose it had been. He’d said he had entirely new joints in the knee, the hip and the ankle. Some of the scars still looked new. I asked, “Where does it still hurt?”
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