When we were drying off and I was trying to decide what to wear, he announced, “We are leaving tonight.”
I paused and wrinkled my nose, “For where?”
“I am taking you to my home in Dubai. There is political unrest in the outskirts and I must deal with some matters. I am unwilling to leave you again. You will accompany me and we will begin our lives.”
“What about school? I only have a few credits left.” I asked.
He waved his hand, “I will arrange for you to complete what you need from my palace in Dubai.” His tone breeched no argument, and I stood there contemplating his words.
I shrugged, “Okay.”
He smiled and dashed to kiss me tenderly. “You are an amazing woman Anna.”
I gathered my stuff and texted my mom and Julie, telling them both the same thing. Heading to Dubai with Omar. Not sure when I will be back. S
The rest of the next twenty four hours was a total blur. We left the conference that same afternoon and before I knew it, we were in the air, in a private luxury jet, and I was on my way to a mythological kingdom in the Middle East. I wasn’t concerned in the slightest because I felt so safe with Omar and his ever present battalion of men. I was in love and I’d jumped into the deep end with both feet.
The flight took half a day, over twelve hours, and after I was plied with more of that wonderful Whisky called Jura, I lazed around the plane until I got sleepy. Omar showed me the immense suite and massive bed, again dressed in the most expensive bedding on the planet. I looked for my pajamas and realized they were in a different bag and not with us. Omar grinned and told me to stay naked, and that from this day forward I was to sleep nude, always! It was another order. I shrugged and dropped my robe before sauntering seductively towards the suite at the back of the plane.
His growling rumble of approval was all the tonic I needed. I heard him rise and follow me, so I put on a good show and crawled up on the bed, still on my hands and knees, and I spread my legs and lowered my head to the bed, showing and exposing all my pinkest flesh. He made that sound. “You do not move Goddess. I wish to appreciate what is mine.”
I spread my legs a tad more and I lifted my ass in the air. He made that sound, and I heard his pants hit the floor. Then he was on me and his hands were digging into my waist and without preamble he entered my body in a violent thrusting moment. If not for his tight grip on my waist and I would have collapsed. He held me tightly and stroked me fast and hard. I screamed and braced into his bruising thrusts. I liked it. I liked his dominant way of just taking me and owning me. I came yet again and when I did, he wrapped his arm around my waist and lowered me to the bed, smothering my back with his chest and his immense weight. I felt safe and loved and I rolled my hips for him. He came then too, grunting and biting my neck as his twitched and jerked inside me.
He left me then, content and sated, and I slept the remainder of the flight. We arrived in the middle of the night, and I was still tired and groggy from the sex induced endorphins and the alcohol. I groggily put on yoga pants and a tee shirt, totally forgetting about a bra, and Armand carried me to the limo. I weakly protested, but I was really out of it, so I finally went with it and enjoyed being treated like a fairy princess.
Maybe it was partly because of all the anxiety at the beginning of the day, but I was spent and even in the limo, I fell back asleep, totally missing the drive from the airstrip to his palace. I was again carried into the estate and immediately taken up a long curving staircase and put directly into a bed that matched the one we had shared in his New York penthouse. I cooed and went to curl up under the soft linens when Omar whispered at my ear. “Naked my love.”
Without getting out of bed I stripped and tossed my clothes over the edge. I jokingly said, “Yes Master.”
Omar tucked me in, kissed my forehead and then my lips, “You are home princess. Sleep.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Omar’s room must have had blackout curtains because I couldn’t see a thing when I finally woke up. I had no idea of the time or even the day. I also had a small headache and I figured it was from all the stress and alcohol and me not drinking enough water. I fumbled for a light and knocked over something on the nightstand. I finally found the light and squinted as my eyes adjusted. I was still alone, and it appeared as if I had remained alone for however long I’d been in bed.
I went to the bathroom and froze in shock at the size of the room. I could have held a party in there for how immense it was. Everything was again gold, like all the bathrooms of his I’d already seen. Gold fixtures and white tile everywhere. There was a mosaic inside the cavernous shower that had no doors. It was of an oasis in the middle of a parched desert. There were palms and birds and a few horses grazing near the vibrant blue spring of water. On the far side of the cool, inviting pool of blue tiles was a happily buzzing hive of bees. I remembered his story and how he’d compared me to tasting like honey from his oasis hive.
My heart fluttered and my hand went to my bare chest reactively. Was this really happening? Was I really now a princess? Was I engaged to a King? Was this really happening? I felt as if I were living inside an impossible to believe fairy tale.
I washed in the bidet, donned another of Omar’s signature uber plush robes, and then went back to the bedroom suite that was bigger than most homes. There was a massive picture window, and it took me awhile to find the button that would draw back the metal barrier set inside the wall. As I waited for it to slide away, the city below was revealed to me. My breath caught. At first I thought we were still in the airplane, only because it felt as if we were up in the clouds. Again it must have been the penthouse in a high-rise, but this one was up farther up than I’d ever been. From my vantage point, I could see the entire metropolis off in the distance, and it was magnificent. It must have been near dawn because there was a faint line of emerging orange on the far horizon. The sprawling expanse of beauty spread out like a portrait below me.
I settled into a leather chair near the window, and I watched as the sun rose. The emerging light sparkled off golden mosque turrets and other mirrored high rise buildings. The entire city seemed to glimmer as if it were encrusted in diamonds and precious metals. I could see how the creators of this modernly engineered domain meticulously designed it, and I wondered if Omar himself had something to do with the sprawl below his palace in the sky. The entire scene was incredibly pleasing to the eye and it felt as if I were in a high turret of a majestic castle, looking out over the domain of my Kingdom.
That thought brought me up short. It wasn’t mine really, but I was appreciating it as if it were. Already seeing the design as being part of the man I loved. I could feel his presence in this home and especially in this chair that I now I occupied. I felt he was mine. I already felt possessive over him in a way I didn’t understand, and I supposed that through extension, that made me feel the same for his kingdom.
The sun took its time lifting up into the sky like a lazy orange giant, unwilling to start the new day too quickly. I sat there in rapt enthrall as I watched the city begin to stir to life. Dubai seemed a lot like New York to me, although on a much grander scale. It was like New York on steroids and I thrilled to discover more of its hidden treasures.
The door to his suite opened and my lover appeared. He froze at the sight of me in front of what I assumed was his favorite window. He just stared at me, his chest rising and falling slowly as he seemed to be absorbing me. He was fully dressed in nice slacks and a pressed shirt. No tie or vest or jacket like I was used to seeing him in.
He looked a bit tired and I rose to go to him. After I stood, he lifted his hand to stay me. I obeyed. He made another motion and I knew he wanted me to open my robe. I did as he wished, and I knew I pleased him from the expression that washed over his face. He soaked in more of me. My lungs felt tight and constricted as I tried to breathe. He strode to me and cupped my cheeks, “Anna, you are now the only view I ever wish to look upon.”
I smiled,
“You are full of one great line after another.”
He looked confused, “They aren’t lines! I speak only the truth to you.”
“I was joking Omar. I was sitting here, looking out at your domain and wondering how I got so lucky. How did this happen? I feel like a princess in a fairy tale. Is this for real?”
He kissed me gently, holding my face and bending to me; I rose on my toes to meet his mouth. “Yes my love. This is real, and I plan on making certain you feel this way always. You are mine Anna, never forget that.”
He pulled my half naked body up against his and lifted me by my bottom. I straddled his waist and he settled down into that same chair. I plastered myself to his chest and he held me as if I were a child. Together we sat in silence and stared out at his empire.
CHAPTER SIX
Omar held Anna to his chest and silently reveled in her acceptance and willingness to become part of his world. Her soft, pale skin, felt like the finest silk under his palms and her steady pulse radiated against his perceptions. She was now part of him, part of his very existence and he wondered if his heart would continue beating if he lost her again.
The simple fact she had found his favorite chair and had known this was where he most enjoyed looking at his city was enough confirmation of their connection that his last remnants of doubt vanished. He was indeed going to make her his Queen, and together they would bring peace to this unsettled region. Her softness, her willingness to submit and surrender seemed the perfect complement to his dominant way of being, and he hoped that his people would embrace her as much as he had completely fallen for her.
Her American upbringing and Caucasian appearance would definitely hinder her acceptance, but over time he was confident her sweetness would sway the people, and they would welcome her as one of their own.
Anna whispered, “I can feel the building swaying.”
“Yes, of course you can my love. After all, you are in the tallest building on the entire planet.”
Anna pulled back, “No way!”
Omar chuckled and simply replied, “Way. It’s called the Burj Khalifa.” He kissed the top of her head as she rested on his lap, with her cheek pressed to his heart. “Are you still tired?” He asked.
She weakly nodded against his shirt. “Probably just jet lag.” She mumbled.
“I have some work to do, I can arrange for you to go into the city if you’d like?” He questioned.
“That’s okay; I can sleep more if you need to do something.” She responded with a yawn.
She had on a big thick robe, but that had opened when he’d willed it with just his thoughts. The simple fact that she understood perfectly what would please him from just an expression on his face was enough to tell him how perfect she was. Her willingness and new found sexual appetite were more fuel added to his already narcotic addition to the alabaster female.
Now her naked front was pressed against him, all of him, and he tuned into her tight nipples as they pushed through the silk of his shirt. Then he stroked over her bottom again, letting his hand pet her palest flesh. She made a purring sound, and rolled against his groin, and he began to harden. She moved her hips when she felt his length strain between their bodies, and she leaned up and kissed his neck, traveling her hands up to the back of his head as she pushed her pelvis against his hardness.
“You are a good girl to stay naked for me.”
“Omar, I have an ache to please you.” Anna said just before she grounded her sex against his clothed groin. His cock jumped and he gripped at her waist. “I need to please you, Omar; it is all that is important to me now.”
“Ahhh Anna, you are more pleasing to me than I could have ever imagined.” He repositioned his hands on her bottom and bucked up against her body. She reciprocated and dug her fingers into his hair.
Their tongues danced and tangled and his grip on her plump bottom grew more insistent along with her undulations against his groin. “Yes, Yes Omar, I ache for you to be inside me.” She replied between kisses.
He stood and carried her to the bed and carefully set her down. Her robe fell partially off her shoulders and her ample bosom rose and fell with her labored breaths. He stalled, and his hand took on a small tremble. She blinked up at him and then reached out to help unbuckle his belt and then his fly. He waited for her. She took her time, turning the undressing into a sort of ritual. He stroked a hand over her hair and swayed as she carefully lowered the fly of his slacks.
His cock continued to fill, lift and harden, and his thighs ached from the building pressure. She raised her eyes to his and then stroked up the expanse of his length as it strained behind his shorts. She muttered, “Omar, you are magnificent.”
“Goddess,” left his mouth in a strangled moment as she gently cupped up and under his heavy sack.
She then finished unbuttoning his shirt and he let it fall to the floor. She slid his pants over his tight hips and then they too were in a puddle at his feet. She licked her lips and gave him a pleading expression. He nodded and then dropped his shorts to fall around his ankles. He jutted up and out and the tip of his cock was already shiny with pre-cum. She licked her lips again.
Her small hand shook as she wrapped her pale fingers around his base, and she pulled on him. His hips bucked into her grip, and he made a sound of need and appreciation at what she was doing. When he made that sound, her tiny fist tightened and she leaned forward to suckle at just the bulging crown of his manhood. He made the sound again; she dove farther over him, sheathing most of his rigid arousal inside the warm, wet confines of her mouth.
His hands went to the back of her head, and he held her as she began sucking and drawing on his length with her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed more of him into her mouth. He held her head, but didn’t force anything. She was exploring and experimenting and he knew she was as aroused as he was. He could scent her desire and visually he could see her puckered nipples and straining breasts.
She dove farther and farther over his length and he got harder and harder until it became an almost painful thing. Then, without his help, she pushed his engorged tip past her gag response and seated all of him down deeply inside her neck. His voice was guttural and gravely, “Anna. Goddess!” Then his words were lost and it was only sounds.
Anna’s hands went to his hips and then his firm ass and she gripped at him, holding him to her face. Her body rolled against the bed in unison to what her mouth was doing at his groin. She was warm, and insistent and the consistent sucking, drawing and then the massaging of his balls, caused his seed to lift much too quickly. She felt it and increased her pace and tempo. One of her hands migrated to her own pussy and she began rubbing at her clit. Her other hand insisted he stay pinned to her face.
She reached up and put her own hand over his, at the back of her skull, and she pushed on the outside of his, indicating she wanted him to hold her, or insist and push her face to his groin like he’d done that first time in the bathroom in the New York Penthouse. He obeyed and tightened his grip on her skull, and he released his frantic need to pump his hips. He began pumping her mouth, slowly at first, holding her head and sliding himself in and out of her oral cavity.
She liked it, she loved it, or at least that was what her sounds were indicating; so he increased his pace, and his thrusts and she again went back to rubbing her own pussy. With her other hand she lifted, cupped and rubbed at his balls. His seed rushed to escape and he stalled himself as long as he could, grunting and groaning and pumping her face with more and more urgency. She rubbed harder at her clit and then she started twitching and choking, but also insisting he go faster, harder, she wanted more.
There were a few violent moments when he was certain he would hurt her, but she didn’t fight him, only took it, took all of him, down her neck, in and out of her slobber dripping lips. Her body flushed pink and then ran with goosebumps. She began twitching uncontrollably, and he thrust his cock deeply, and as far as he was physically able, down into her throat. Her lips me
t his groin and she swallowed repeatedly and a muffled scream that he more felt than heard rattled up through her entire body.
He came, she came, and they both enunciated their joy at the mutual release. He cupped her head and she devoured what he’d just spewed into her. When she finally unseated him from her mouth, she cleaned him and lapped at him and seemed completely lost in the experience. He looked down the line of her body and saw where she’d left a wet puddle on the bedspread, and he marveled at her openness and unashamed sexuality.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Omar tucked me back into bed and darkened the room again. I was completely sated in that moment, and shocked that my body could orgasm from giving him oral. My thighs were still damp from my own release, and the sweet taste of Omar was on my lips. I felt complete and whole and as if perhaps before him, I’d been only half a person. Somehow, whenever we joined and fused our bodies, my heart and soul would expand and I would be overcome with a need to satisfy him. In doing so, it fed me, and I still couldn’t understand why it worked that way, but it did.
I quickly fell back asleep and I dreamt of a life with Omar, of being his wife. I even had thoughts of giving him a son that could carry on his magnificent line. Most of all, I dreamt of a life I’d never previously comprehended.
When I woke again, and unfurled the magic window coverings, I discovered it was near dusk. The city below was beginning to shimmer with a different kind of light. The tall buildings glistened and reflected the sunset, and the streets became increasingly packed with cars and other modes of transport. It dawned on me that in the desert, they probably did most of their outside living during the evening hours. Off at the edge of the brilliant art inspired architecture that I could see everywhere I looked was the dark blue-green-turquoise of the ocean. Lights flashed and winked from the horizon as well and I suddenly felt as if I were in a space ship or better yet, a space station; a fully self-contained bio-sphere that was orbiting the blue and white of the planet below.
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