Nothing was going to change the fact that Akmal was a man who would stop at nothing to get that which he desired and what he desired was me.
The smells of Farah’s cooking interrupted my thoughts. I wasn’t accustomed to the food and the fact that I hated curry only made it worse. The smell of the food that Farah was cooking was not pleasing and I hated it, but it was one of those ‘it is what it is’ situations. I have a tendency to eat bland anyway because of stomach issues that are due to nothing but the stress of being in the public eye.
As if reading my thoughts she ask me, “Have you gotten use to the food yet?”
I eyed her and decided to be honest, “I hate curry.”
“Oh…..That poses a problem. Middle Eastern food is quite often laced with curry or cumin.”
“Speaking of laced with, what is the deal about using aphrodisiacs on women in the Middle Eastern culture?”
“It isn’t about the aphrodisiac—it’s about control. Middle Eastern men control every aspect of their wives lives.”
“I’m not his wife,” I answered. “I don’t understand why he has this need to possess me.”
Farah turned and looked me in the eye, “Listen to me, Akmal is dangerous and the quicker that you realize that you belong to him, the easier your life will be.”
“I don’t belong to him, I don’t belong to anyone.”
“You should be grateful that he rescued you from the people who use you for your money. Akmal is probably the only person who wants you and not what you have.”
“Grateful? Are you kidding me? The man is obsessed with me.”
“That is all the more reason that you need to be compliant. You have no idea how dangerous that he is.”
I was tempted to tell her that I already knew what a monster that he was. I couldn’t help but feel a little flattered that he was obsessed with me, but I pushed that thought away from me. I had no intentions of having mercy on a man who wouldn’t be upfront about who he was.
The doorbell rang and Farah wiped her hands on her apron and went to answer it.
When she returned she was with a man, “This is my brother in law Sahir.”
I was relieved that it hadn’t been her husband. I still felt awkward around her due to the fact that her husband had kidnapped me.
I stuck my hand out to shake his and he stunned me when he rubbed his thumb over it.
Farah began rapidly talking in her native tongue and all that I could make out was Akmal’s name.
He answered her never taking his eyes off of me and I instinctively knew that he was telling her that he didn’t care.
The whole time that we were in the kitchen he never took his eyes off of me. As hard as I tried to ignore him it was still nerve racking to feel as if I was under a big spotlight. What was it about these guys and their obsession with American women? I could only guess that it was due to the fact that we were polar opposites of their Middle Eastern women.
I finally excused myself to go to my room. I would get no information from Farah as long as he was here.
I would go to my room and read or write, it always gave me solace to do so and I needed that right now.
Lady
I looked up at the clock and it was already 9:00pm. Akmal hadn’t sent for me yet and I wondered why. Perhaps he was working late. I still wondered what his employment consisted of and why he was still so secretive.
I smelled him before I saw him, the mixture of spices that was Akmal gave him away. Normally I hated spicy cologne but whatever that it was that Akmal wore was pleasing to my senses. He was beginning to take my five senses over.
He made his way behind my chair and leaned in growling, “With another man, dressed in shorts? No wonder he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You are not to go into the kitchen anymore. I’ll not stand for men eyeing my lady like rabid dogs.”
“No Akmal, please I beg of you…..”
He had been drinking and I didn’t know what to expect from him. I could only hope that he was not mean when he drank.
Evidently he had been watching security footage and he had seen me in the kitchen earlier. That still didn’t explain why he was so angry with me right now. It made me wonder what Farah’s brother had said earlier when he refused to speak English.
I pulled against the handful of hair that he held, “I am begging you please don’t make me stay out of the kitchen. I’m lonely during the day without anyone to talk to.”
“You have me to talk to.”
“You aren’t here, Akmal.”
“Then fucking call me,” he hissed.
“Akmal I’m begging you to please let me talk to her. I need female companionship.”
He bit down on my neck, “If you insist on begging for something, beg me for my cock! Get up!”
He tossed me on the bed and I was in no way ready for what he did next. He took a knife from his loose fitting drawstring pants and stalked me on the bed.
“The terror in your eyes pleases me, Lady.”
Tears welled up in my eyes due to the fear that ran amok in my system.
He straddled me wearing nothing but the drawstring pants that he donned. His bare chest marked that of a man who took his workouts seriously. My eyes strayed down to the line of hair that worked its way down towards his now hardened cock. Why was I always drawn to that?
“You fucking cock tease; allowing another man to look at you. Did his cock get hard?”
“I left, I left, I’ll be good, I promise. Please don’t take away the only friend that I have.” Once again I felt a tinge of guilt about using Farah for information. I was no better than the people who used me to get what they wanted.
“You bitch, give me what I want.”
He began making a sawing motion with the knife at the top of my shirt. I could feel myself trembling.
“Please don’t hurt me, please, I’ll beg, I’ll do anything.”
Immediately I felt his cock get stiffer.
I continued to beg, loving the power that it gave me.
“I promise that I’ll be good, Akmal.”
“Liar,” he whispered.
Why did that whisper sound more sinister than him raising his voice?
He unbuttoned my shorts pulling them down and throwing them off. He quickly took his pants off. “Don’t you dare fucking move Leila—I will take your ass to the dungeon and whip you.”
I stayed still; scared of him doing just what he said.
He sliced through my underwear and held the knife to my throat.
“Akmal please, you are scaring me.”
“Then fear turns you on little girl. Don’t lie to me, your body gives you away. You like the things that I do to you. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” I don’t know why, I can’t help it Akmal.”
“Why would you want to try and help it? We feed off of each other, Lady.”
He swiped a finger over my slit and rubbed it on my lips.
I took his finger in my mouth sucking it and rolling my tongue around it as I seductively eyed him.
He pressed the knife into my throat. “Beg….Me….To….Fuck…..You….Slave……”
“I want you to take your cock and brand my insides with it, Akmal.” I looked him dead in the eye when I said it.
He took the knife between two fingers sailing it through the air and stuck it in the wall. I didn’t know why I found that act to be so seductive—but I did.
“Hold your legs back for me. You……. fucking……. belong to me……… do it…..”
I pulled them back bending my knees and exposing my spread open pussy.
“Such a little whore in my bedroom,” he crooned.
“I’m not a whore.”
“You are my little slut and don’t you forget it.”
He began to push just the head of his cock into me.
“I need you to fuck me, stop teasing me!”
“You don’t tell me what to do—ever!”
I tried to pry away from him and he s
lapped my pussy with his open hand sending volts of electricity through me.
“Please Akmal, I need you. I need you, pleeeeeeeze.”
He mounted me slowly entering and I could feel my eyes roll back in my head. My head fell to the side as a feral groan escaped my lips; a groan of agonizing need.
A sadistic grin crossed his face. “I told you that you would beg for me.”
Any pride that I had was out the window. The man felt so good that all I wanted was to feel him—only Akmal and I existed right now.
He never took his eyes off me as he spoke. “You’re sleeping in my bed now. I should handcuff your ass to the bed. Don’t ever wear shorts in my house to excite another man.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, so good, so good, you feel so good. You make me feel things that I have never felt before. You make me want to do things that are dark and forbidden. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I like the vile things that you do to me, Akmal.”
He opened my legs like a pair of scissors and watched as he pumped in and out of me.
He twisted viciously at one of my tits and I cried out in pain. Immediately afterwards he began rubbing my clit.
“Are you going to cum with all of that cock of mine stuffed up in that tight little hole of yours?”
I could hear gushing between my legs—I was so wet and turned on. I screamed out convulsing so hard that I felt like I would pass out.
“Oh, that tight little pussy belongs to me. Say it! Fucking tell me that its mine, Lady!”
“Akmal, I’m yours, I can’t help it. My body betrays me to you, a very dark, dangerous, and calculating man.”
“That’s it—you’re starting to get it.”
His thrusts became rougher and more savage. Once again an orgasm pulled through the lower part of my abdomen as if it was turning me inside out.
“Your eyes are crossed you’re so turned on, girl. You better hold those fucking legs back!” he hissed as he changed positions.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off of me, Leila!”
He growled from somewhere deep in his chest cavity as he exploded in me. We laid there spent—high on each other’s presence—sated and satisfied.
I was what I had come to term as a woman who was—‘captive-sated.’ I was completely enthralled with a man who took me at his will. I was enthralled with a man who would stop at nothing to keep me under his control—and I liked it. I was captive-sated…
Chapter Sixteen
“What are you doing?” Akmal growled.
“I swear Akmal you sound more like a feral animal than a man at times.”
“I like your assessment of me and you would do well to not get on my rabid side.”
I laughed, “Well I hope that you aren’t rabid or I’m infected.”
“I’m not satisfied with the way things are between us Leila.”
I set the computer to the side. “Ok Akmal you have my undivided attention—what’s up?”
“My cock,” he answered facetiously.
“What aren’t you satisfied with Akmal?”
“Marry me, Leila.”
“I’m not marrying you or anyone else.”
“The hell you aren’t. You have no one else in your corner that isn’t using you. I don’t want anything but that sweet little pink pussy of yours. Marry me.”
“Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free, Akmal?”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s an American saying, it means why marry a girl when she is already fucking you?”
“Is that what we’re doing—fucking?”
“I don’t know what we’re doing Akmal. This is a first for me. I’ve never been kidnapped before.”
“Marry me and let’s put the screws to that useless manager of yours. Being married will give me more power.”
“Well we both know that you love control,” I chuckled.
He set his coffee down and made his way over straddling me. He started tickling me and insisting that I marry him.
“I’m not marrying a guy that has a harem, Akmal.”
“I’m not fucking anybody but you, so that’s a weak excuse.”
“I’m not marrying you or anyone else.”
A dark shadow cast over his face as he spoke, “Yes you are—you just don’t know it yet.”
Something about the look on his face made my hackles rise.
“Akmal, what…….do……..you……do……..?
“I change history and I’m getting ready to change yours.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Yes, Danny you would be correct in your assumption that I am not in a hurry to return home.”
“When do you plan on touring again?” He asked with panic in his voice.
“Oh I am not quite sure. I was thinking of writing a book about my life. What do you think about that Danny? How many secrets do you think would come to the surface?
How many people could I honestly acknowledge for helping me out of the goodness of their heart? You know honestly right now I can only think of one—Akmal. That is the only person who doesn’t seem consumed with money or fame. I need to go Danny.”
I hung up with no warning because I knew if I didn’t that I was going to say something that I shouldn’t. I was so pissed at him right now.
I had looked up to that guy like a Father figure. He had been the one who stood up for me when my own Mother used me. Sure, I knew that he was making a lot of money off of me but I thought that there was some sincerity. I had been so naïve, but who goes around anticipating being kidnapped by their own manager. I didn’t need to be too hard on myself about this scam because Danny was the one at fault, not me.
Danny had not only betrayed me, he had changed me. He had caused me to become even more untrusting of people and their intentions.
I couldn’t help but wonder what Akmal’s motivation was for wanting to marry me. Did he love me? I knew that it was about control for him, but I also knew that it was about control for me. It was one thing to give up control in the bedroom but I wasn’t about to give up control of my life to anyone. Maybe writing a book wasn’t such a bad idea. It would free me up to stay in the Middle East and out of the rat-race of touring for a while.
I knew that whenever I did return to the states that it was going to be a shit-storm of paparazzi. That in itself was stressful. Here I had privacy—I had safety—I had Akmal.
Chapter Eighteen
I had been on the bed writing all day and I hadn’t even realized how late it was. There had been no rose and no cryptic notes about dinner, so the time had gotten away from me.
I looked up to view Akmal leaned against the door staring intently.
“Would you quit that stalking thing that you do?”
“It’s never going to happen, my lady.”
“No cryptic notes today?” I teased.
“No, I plan on being very candid about my intentions tonight. Turn the computer off and go pee. You are going to be very busy for the next few hours.”
“Am I in trouble?”
“Always!” Was the only reply that I got.
This could be good or bad.
I watched her as she attempted to un-hook the cuffs from the hook that held her arms up. Her whining and writhing only served to excite me. I had blindfolded her and her protests about being out of control rang out through the air.
I leaned down and hissed in her ear, “If you don’t shut the fuck up—I’ll gag you.” A helpless little whimper was her only reply. She jumped as the door opened and the servant rolled a tray of food in.
“Akmal, I don’t want them to see me like this.”
I threw the blanket over her, saying nothing. I waited until she had left before I spoke. “You would be shocked to know the things that my servants have witnessed.” My fingers trailed over her body as I spoke. “They have seen me at my best and my worst. I have already informed you that customs in my country are very different than what you are use to. You have yet to ex
perience the things that I have planned for you. I have pleasure and pain planned for you my lady. I ran my finger lightly over her clit as I said pleasure and pinched down when I said pain. She cried out trying to move away but there was nowhere to go.
I lowered my head between her legs taking in the scent of her arousal. It’s all about blending things together lady. I ran my tongue slowly up and down her slit until her whole body began to quiver and then stopped.
“Why do you do this, Akmal?”
“It pleases me to play your body—to control your senses is very arousing to me.”
I grabbed an ice cube dripping the water onto a nipple and alternating with the heat of my tongue. I wanted to eat this woman alive who had dropped into my life from the very portholes of the heavens. She intrigued me in ways that I had never before experienced and the thought of losing her was unthinkable. I pushed it from my mind—tonight was ours.
“You have gone from kink, to obsession, to love, and back to obsession my lady. I can’t imagine my life without you—I can’t remember my life before—you are everything to me.”
Lady
Though I couldn’t see his face, there was no mistaking the urgency in his voice as he made love to me. I would awaken to him whispering in my ear and telling me that without me there was no life.
I can’t remember a time that Akmal had ever sounded so urgent. I knew that it was due to his feeling of being out of control. I imagined that this was the first time that Akmal had been in love—we all know that love is something that we cannot control no matter how much we have mastered controlling other areas of our lives.
I had gotten use to Akmal picking out my clothes for dinner. It was kind of like a game that I enjoyed now, the roses that were left—as if leading me to an ultimate cryptic message was kind of fun now. What I didn’t understand was that Akmal did everything with a purpose in mind—everything—and tonight was no different.
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