by Nadia Aidan
Khalil was a man of his word, and while I didn’t believe he would ever carry out his threat to annul our marriage if after possibly having six boys, I told him I was done, I had no doubt that he would hold me to the initial terms of the contract. Six kids. What the hell would we do with six children? Even if I managed to wrap my mind around the sheer number, it was far more daunting to reconcile myself with the more pressing issue of how many years it would take to safely give birth to them all. More to the point, I’d planned to share Khalil’s bed for at the most a few months, pop out a baby, and then we’d been done. A knot tightened in my belly with the realization that Khalil intended for us to have a real marriage—something that I wasn’t prepared for.
There was no way I could spend years making love to him, waking up beside him, bearing his children, and not fall in love with him all over again. It would be impossible, just as it would be disastrous. This was a game to him. Right now he wanted six kids, to keep me by his side, but what about the day when he no longer wanted to share my bed? What about the day when I woke to find my bed empty, myself alone, and my heart broken all over again? What then?
My expression must have been telling because in the next moment his fingers closed around by wrists at the same time he lowered his head and whispered against my ear, “You are my wife now, and will soon become the mother of my children. From this day until the day I draw my last breath, no other woman will ever share my bed, but you, because I desire no other woman but you. I never have and I never will.”
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Khalil could tell she wanted to deny his words, but before she could, he claimed her lips, this time with an intensity that shattered any notion that he was in control. Just the thought of filling her with his seed, seeing her swell with his child, made his every action hurried and wild. He knew his past made her think he would eventually stray, but if only she knew how desperately he’d wanted her then, wanted her now, she would not have doubted that he would always want her—only her.
His hand shook when he ripped his thoab from her body, tearing it apart until the lush, ripe curves of her figure were on display beneath him. He quickly removed his own garment and once again joined her upon his bed, where she awaited him, with her arms bound above her, her breasts thrust forward, and her hardened nipples jutting out. She’d twisted slightly to the side, causing her hips to appear fuller, her waist smaller, and her shapely legs even longer. With her hair spread out across his pillow, a wild mass of natural coils she created the most erotic picture he’d ever seen.
His cock throbbed. Hard and needy to sink into her tight, wet, heat. With her bound, he could think of a number of wicked things he could do to her, but none of them appealed to him. Yes, he enjoyed rough play, just as much as she did, but the truth was, when he was with Sabeen, she had always been more than enough to wake his desires and bring him pleasure without floggers and clamps or whips and spikes, so much so, that whenever he was with her, he could never seem to get enough of her—and Khalil doubted a lifetime would hardly suffice.
“You never did say if you’d come to a decision.” Thinking of a lifetime with her, reminded him, they still had one matter to resolve.
He let his hand trail down the length of her thigh before slipping it between them. She gasped when his fingers stroked the wetness seeping from her pussy, and with that breathy sound he finally returned his gaze to her flushed face.
Sabeen stared at him with desire laden, unfocused eyes. “You’re trying to distract me. Make me agree to anything—“
He smiled when she didn’t finish and instead closed her eyes on a long moan when he thrust his middle finger inside her cunt. As much as she was unraveling, Khalil could feel himself becoming undone when her muscles clamped down hard around his single digit and it was all he could do not to bust right there just imagining how tight and warm her pussy would feel squeezing his dick.
“Baby, you’re tight as fuck.” In one fluid motion he pulled his finger out of her, parted her legs and settled between her spread thighs. “I wanted to eat you out until you screamed my name, and then make love to you for the rest of the night, but I need you now.”
To emphasize his words he nudged the head of his cock against her opening, which was now dripping wet with her juices. His body was saying what words were apparently failing to—he needed an answer now.
“Six kids is a lot.”
He grinned at her statement that came out as a breathless pant. As modern and cosmopolitan as she was, Sabeen was still a child of the old ways. She didn’t need to know that he would cut out his own tongue before he ever annulled their marriage—that he would never let her go, even if she’d refused to have even a single child. But he’d known her sense of honor and duty to her family would never allow her to annul their marriage. He almost felt guilty, until he thought of all those years he’d suffered in hell thinking of Amir with her and the day that he had always dreaded would come, when he would be forced to see her pregnant with his cousin’s child. Six kids weren’t nearly enough to assuage the agony of that image alone.
“That’s not an answer, baby.” Cupping the soft mounds of her ass in his hands he pulled her closer so he could sink deeper into her wetness. He groaned, low and deep, the sound mingling with her breathless sigh.
“There was never a decision to make. I could never annul our marriage. So, yes.”
Her words brought with them no elation, although he hadn’t expected they would. She could never annul their marriage not because she couldn’t live without him, or couldn’t stand the thought of never making love to him again, or giving birth to his children. She could never annul their marriage because she loved her family, but not because she loved him—at least not yet.
Chapter Six
Before I could even finish my statement, he was pushing forward, trying to get inside of me. With his hands gripping my ass, he gently lifted my hips as he pressed forward. I shivered, my pussy growing wetter at the sensation of him stretching me, filling me.
His gaze held mine as he sank deeper and deeper inside of me, and I could easily glimpse the knowing expression on his face. I shouldn’t have been embarrassed but for some reason I was. I started to close my eyes, as if to shut him out, but he refused to let me. Instead he chose that moment to thrust forward, pushing through my tight, slick wetness until he was buried to the hilt.
I cried out, first in surprise, then discomfort, but he didn’t stop or gentle his strokes. If anything he slammed into me harder as he lowered his body to mine, so that he covered me until his face rested within the curve of my neck.
The blunt edge of his nails dug into my ass, and it was all I could do to wrap my legs around his waist as he pummeled my pussy. The wet sounds of my cunt sucking him in joined the echo of our bodies slapping together, but they did not rival the groans rumbling out of Khalil as he took me with a savage passion that stole my breath.
There was nothing gentle about the pounding he was giving my pussy, and despite my arousal it had been so long since I’d had sex, that I could already feel the ache throbbing between my legs, almost as intensely as I could feel my mounting climax. The sensations were intense, too intense, and I called Khalil’s name, as I dug my heels into his back.
“What, Nala? Is this too rough for you? Too hard?”
I knew better than to answer, especially when he reared back to look into my eyes. His strokes quickened, and if anything he went deeper, and thrust into me harder. I gasped, then moaned, unable to make sense of the dueling sensations within my body, although this was not the first time Khalil had introduced me to both during our lovemaking. It had just been so long ago, that my body was ill prepared.
“I told you I would punish you,” he said, as if reading my mind. “That day in your boardroom. I told you I would punish you for even insinuating I would share what’s mine, that I would ever share you with another, and allow you to take a lover.”
I started to shake my head in protest, but he effectively cut me of
f when he unlocked my legs from behind him and lifted them to his shoulders. The new position gave him deeper penetration so that the next stroke I swore I felt all the way to my womb.
He drilled into me for several seconds, completely wild and out of control as lewd curses tumbled from his lips. He took me hard and fast as if he wanted to fuck my pussy raw. I didn’t think it would be possible for me to even come, but when I felt the stirrings of his release, I was overwhelmed with a rush of tingling warmth spreading from the center of my belly, and I soon found myself joining him.
With a loud grunt, he slammed into my body, his hands digging into my ass as he worked me against his cock, holding me there until he erupted. At the first blast of his hot semen, I shuddered. It wasn’t as intense as other orgasms, but it was a sharp, piercing release that sent tiny quakes through me leaving me breathless and gasping for air. He groaned low and deep as his cock twitched and his body jerked uncontrollably while he pumped his cum into me. His orgasm went on for some time, and when his sperm began to trickle out of me, it was all I could do to hold back a tiny smile.
The strength and quickness of his release was as telling as my body had been upon his initial penetration. When I tightened my pussy around him, I thought he would come undone all over again, as he shuddered and spurted inside me one final time before collapsing atop my body.
I wanted to run my hands across his slick back and hold him until his breathing quieted, but with my wrists still bound, all I could do was run my leg up and down the length of his, soothing him until our heartbeats slowed to a steady pace.
With our legs entwined and Khalil still inside of me, his heart beating to the rhythm of mine, I felt a tiny little crack pierce my icy resolve. I wanted to believe him, that he was sincere and truthful this time, but I still refused to trust him again, because I would never forget the promises he’d made to me nor the devastation I’d felt when he’d broken every single one and walked away.
At the same time, I would be a fool if I didn’t admit the man Khalil portrayed himself to be, and the man he actually was, were at stark odds. The man I’d just made love to had barely maintained a semblance of control the entire time, but even if he had, the intensity of his orgasm was revealing. Khalil may not have gone without sex for quite as long as myself, but I would bet my entire law firm that Khalil was a far cry from the man who had a different woman on his arm every week. More to the point, Khalil may have had a different woman on his arm every week, but I had a feeling he hadn’t had one in his bed for several months, which left me to wonder—why?
*****
Khalil awoke with a start the next morning. One quick glance at his watch told him it was well past midmorning. He hadn’t slept past dawn in years. With a rueful smile, he reminded himself that what he’d done last night and well into morning was something he hadn’t done in years either—fifteen years to be exact. Sabeen was the only woman who made him completely insatiable, to the point that he wasn’t going to let a little thing like sleep stand in his way.
Just the thought of her and he could already feel himself growing hard again, but when he reached for her, and found nothing but a cold, empty space beside him, he frowned. At some point during the night he’d removed her bindings. He looked around his tent, which was spacious, but not so much that he couldn’t easily see it was empty, save him.
He was just about to go in search of her when he heard a high pitched bleat, followed by a thud, and a long litany of curses in at least three different languages, from what he could tell. Khalil was quick to action, pulling on his pants to march out of his tent.
The sight that greeted him brought a wide grin to his face.
Sabeen was entirely covered in dust, after having been dumped on her ass into the sand by his stubborn camel, who now looked at him with such innocent, round eyes that he couldn’t help but laugh.
“This is not funny. Your camel is a stubborn bastard. I was just trying to ride him for a minute. I’ve ridden many camels before, but every time I get ready to climb on his back, he waits until the very last second to move, and then dumps me, only to stand there and look at me like he has no damn clue.”
“Well your first problem,” Khalil said as he started toward her, “is that Cleo is a she—“
“Figures.”
“And,” he continued. “She doesn’t seem to care for female riders—“
“A cock blocking camel,” Sabeen began to laugh. “I can’t decide if I want to high five her or give her a pink slip with your reputation.”
Khalil allowed his amusement to show, but her comment had reminded him that after last night there was one matter they needed to discuss.
“We need to talk.”
The intensity of his softly spoken words seemed to sober her and she nodded.
“Can it wait until after I bathe?”
It hadn’t been his intention, but the image of her naked and dripping wet fired his blood, and no doubt she glimpsed the heat now darkening his gaze, because her lips parted and though it was very faint, he did not mistake her tiny gasp.
“As I knew they would, the tribe moved on this morning,” He nodded toward the horizon where the sprawl of tents had been just last night, but not so anymore. “So we will have the oasis to ourselves.”
Sabeen followed his gaze. “Okay, but—”
“Give me a second to grab some things, and we can go together.” Before she could argue or change her mind, he packed a bag of toiletries, with a towel and a change of clothes for them both.
It wasn’t too hot out so they decided to walk the fifteen-minute distance. The journey there was mostly silent, but once they arrived at the oasis and its caravanserai, Sabeen seemed genuinely awed by the beauty around her, as she marveled at the expansive body of water which was surrounded by dozens of date palm trees.
“It’s just beautiful.” She beamed, the sun bringing golden highlights to her sable hair and a rose hue to her cheeks.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
Covered in dust and filthy clothes, she was as beautiful as she’d been the day of their wedding, if not more.
Maybe it was the way he tracked her every movement with his eyes, or that he now stalked toward her with a hunter’s gate, but Khalil had no doubt, she knew he hadn’t been referring to the beauty of the oasis.
“I thought you wanted to bathe,” he said, when he came to a stop before her. “Here, let me help you.”
When she still didn’t speak, he tugged the garment she wore over her head and flung it aside, before slipping out of his pants.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” she countered.
As he waded into the water with her, he discreetly hid his smile. Despite, that mere inches separated their naked bodies and his hands rested on her hips, Sabeen still did her best to put some distance between them, even as he kept pulling her back. She held herself still, but not rigid, her expression somewhere between wariness and outright distrust. He knew one night would not change that, but he still found her guarded posturing amusing, not only because of what they’d done the night before, but also because he fully understood how one of Sabeen’s nature approached intimacy.
He hadn’t been wrong all those years ago. Sabeen was not a true submissive, because she truly did not find pleasure in submitting to her lover, but in being forced. Even now, every time she tried to step back only for him to tighten his hold on her and pull her to him harder, her eyes ignited with passion.
“We will talk,” he said finally. “After we bathe.”
Had she even thought to protest, Khalil didn’t know, but he hadn’t waited to find out either. He pressed his lips to hers, seducing her with hot, wet strokes of his tongue. She sighed, the soft sound whispering through him, filling him with an urgent hunger. One day soon, he promised himself he would take his time and explore her body, and leisurely make love to Sabeen. But today was not that day.
The oasis had been formed over hundreds of years, the sand and dirt creating solid w
alls to enclose the crystal spring waters. Bracing his back against the edge of the pool, he firmly planted his feet into the sand until he felt sturdy. Afraid if he held her weight and he lost his footing he would wind up injuring them both, Khalil wrenched his mouth from hers long enough to spin Sabeen around, and bring her ass flush against him until his cock gently nudged her opening. The water was deep in the center, but where they stood, it was barely three feet, so even with her slightly bent forward, he felt safe she wasn’t in danger of drowning.
Spreading her legs apart, he pointed his dick at her hole, then grabbed her hips and thrust home.
“Fuck.” He hissed, his curse joining her soft cry. With her tight, wet, heat clenching his dick like a sweet, honeyed fist, he could already fill his sac drawing up tight. It was all he could do to hold himself still and not bust a nut.
“You make me wanna come, and I’ve barely gotten inside you.”
Her only response was to moan his name, and he heard the plea for him to begin to move.
“I’m not going to last, Nala,” he groaned as he started to fuck her, his hips pistoning back and forth sending his dick tunneling deeper into her vice grip pussy.
She mumbled out something incoherent, before calling his name again. As if his urgency drove hers, she grew wetter around him, her hips bucking, her cunt squeezing and milking him uncontrollably.
Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hands gripping her shoulder blades, as he pressed his chest to her back, and rode her hard, rotating his hips with every stroke so that with each thrust he hit her G-spot.