I checked my phone and had a message from my mom: Your dad just found out where you are. He is furious. Maybe you should come home at least until you finish school.
If my dad knew, then that probably meant she told him. I laid my phone on my chest while I thought about what to do. Omar asked me what was wrong and I told him. “Will it matter that I intend to marry you?”
“I don’t think so.” I answered, and then I shrugged, “I don’t know if I can repair what happened with my dad. I am at a loss when it comes to him and me and our relationship.”
Omar seemed resigned and just a tad sad, “If you wish to return to your old life, I will take you home immediately.”
“That’s just it Omar, I don’t. I like it here, well amend that, I like it anywhere I can be with you. So far I’ve not really left the bed that much, so yeah, I just want to be with you.”
His expression softened and he ducked down to kiss me. “He will understand with time.”
“Or he won’t.” I said sarcastically.
He unfurled the view from the picture window and carried me from the bed to the chair. Together we watched the sunrise over his city. Breakfast was brought in on multiple trays and then we showered and I was told to join him in the room, naked. I was toweling off my hair as I entered the suite and he swept his arm towards a walk in closet that I’d not even known existed. It was as big as my entire bedroom at home, and that was a big room.
Omar grinned and announced, “All of it is yours. My people have purchased and tailored everything to fit you perfectly. I have a female servant to help you dress, you just press this button,” He handed me a small remote control looking device and indicated the button that had a number, one, on it. “She will also do your hair and makeup should you need. I expect you in dresses whenever out of our home and I expect you always decorated and coifed if you are to leave the protection of our walls. Is that understood?”
“Um, okay, I guess.” I stammered through both my shock and my slight gall that he would expect me to always be dressed up. “Um, no jeans? I live in jeans Omar.”
He gave me a curt nod, “In our homes you may wear whatever you desire, or nothing at all. I appreciate your nakedness and the servants are completely blind to our appearance.” He tilted his chin up and squared his shoulders before looking me in the eye and reiterating, “If you leave the protection of these walls, you will look like the queen you are soon to become. There is no negotiating on this subject. Is that understood?”
Then he smiled and came to me, picked up my hand and led me into the massive room. Down the middle was a long row of dressers, which had drawers that opened on either side. At first I thought that it would be lingerie and other foldable items, but then Yousef slid open one of the top drawers.
“Oh my GOD!” I shouted.
He chuckled at my outburst and waited for me to step forward. I gingerly picked up a diamond encrusted bracelet; next to it was a matching choker necklace that must have cost more than my education to Harvard. The velvet lined shallow drawer sparkled as the multifaceted jewels caught the light and rainbows of color burst forth. I again muttered, with my hand to my chest, “Omar, too much,” I turned around within his grasp and pressed my naked breasts to his chest, “Too much.”
“Nonsense.” He grinned and bobbed his head up and down once, as if stamping a document. “This is decoration,” I felt his hand motion towards the open drawer, “This is how you are to adorn yourself. This is how a queen would dress. We are not a reserved people, we are royalty Anna. You are now my Queen.” He gripped my bottom and held me fast. He kissed me and ground my steamy skin against the fly of his pants, “This is your reward for being so pleasing to me.”
“It’s still too much.” I said to his lips.
“Not nearly enough. Soon all these drawers will be full of gifts from me to you. For now, this is just a minor token of my affection for you.” He released me and picked up the choker, “This my love was made exclusively for you and that stunning neck of yours.” He indicated he wanted to put it on me and I hesitated. He gave me a displeased expression, “Anna, this is who I am; I will always bring you jewels, its best you become accustomed to it now.”
I sagged and nodded and bit my lower lip. “Overwhelmed again.” I muttered.
He ignored my last feeble protest and then secured it around my neck. He turned me by my shoulders and inspected my neck. Then he pushed the button on my controller and within seconds a woman appeared, also dressed in the same navy fitted pant suit as I’d seen on the other servant the day before. She smelled good, like wildflowers and I squealed as I tried to cover myself with the towel.
Omar tisked at me, “This is Yasmin, she is your personal valet of sorts. There is nothing she cannot assist you with.” Then he turned to Yasmin and spoke to her in Arabic. She nodded and immediately went to the back of the closet and began gathering items of clothing. Omar put his attention back on my open mouthed, in shock stare, and he gave me the look a commander might give his troops. He even touched my chin with an index finger. With raised eyebrows he slowly said, “No arguments Anna. I will meet you at the foyer in one hour. Yasmin speaks perfect English, get to know her; she will soon become your right hand.”
I gulped, nodded and then nodded again. He said something else to Yasmin and then he left. I continued to try and cover myself with the small hair towel, but Yasmin seemed undaunted by my nakedness. She also seemed confident in her abilities to dress me as she began setting clothes on the top of the long island of soon to be filled jewelry drawers.
Her voice was only slightly accented and I paused at her perfect diction, “Wow, you do speak good English.”
“Yes mistress, I went to school in the states.”
“Really? Where?”
“Smith.”
“No way!” I furrowed my brow, “Why are you a servant?” A brief moment of offense flashed across her face and I quickly apologized, and then amended, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it as something critical. It’s just that I know how hard it is to get into Smith and I know you have to be brilliant, and I know …” I stopped talking when I realized I was just digging a deeper hole for myself.
Yasmin was very forthright with her answer and I immediately changed my opinion. “Mistress, it is because of my good mind and the education that his highness so generously paid for that I am now in his employ. I earn three times the amount a professional in your country would earn. My lifetime earnings and my future retirement are already guaranteed. The educations of my future children are already secured and I am afforded a leisurely life within the luxury of his highness’s home. What is expected of me is a pleasure to carry out as well. I am allotted a bottomless budget just to dress you, to decorate you, to shop for you. I am beyond happy with my station and status.” She met my eyes with an assuredness I didn’t think I could ever muster, “When I retire, I will be a millionaire in my own right. I shall never want for a thing. It is my highest honor to be of service to you.”
“Okay. Um, sorry.”
“I understand that the perceptions of servitude to a westerner are far different than ours. I am unoffended. Although, if you do not allow me to do my job, I will be disciplined by his highness, and I would rather that not happen.”
“Really? Like how would he discipline you? Not like physically hurt you?” I sort of squeaked my concern.
Yasmin tilted her head to the side in an expression I best translated as; it’s not out of the realm of possibility. Then she smiled and her eyes danced, “Come on Anna, try and enjoy this—this!” She spread her arms and did a quick turn, “Look at this! I’ve been collecting for you for months and months. I want to adorn you and paint on this lovely canvas. You are as stunning as he described. Your skin is amazing and your figure is that of a Greek goddess. Let me serve you.”
I sagged and let out a dramatic exhale. I also gave up with my towel and shrugged, “Okay. Fine, let’s do this.” She momentarily dropped her cool demeanor and let out
a girly squeal of delight, and then she began handing me first lacey little under things, and then thigh high stockings and a garter set, which I did need help with since I’d never worn them before. After that she helped me get into a sleek white dress that cut down over my breast, exposing just a hint of skin. By the time I made my way to the chair in front of the vanity for her to do my hair, I already felt more dressed up than I’d ever been before.
The necklace was brilliant as it sparkled in the sun streaming in through the window, and after she gave me the matching earrings and bracelet, I almost felt like royalty. I still thought it was all too much, but I couldn’t stop myself from fondling the jewels as they danced on my skin. They were set in platinum, and within seconds it all took on my body temperature and felt as if it were part of me.
I was still in just my stockings, and after she sat me down, she started in on my hair. She oiled her hands and gently massaged my scalp and then she carefully untangled the still damp fall of my mane. I relaxed and closed my eyes and sort of fell asleep at how good it all felt. When I opened my eyes at her prompting, my hair was in a stunning braid that traveled across the top of my head and opened up to a flow of auburn hair that cascaded over my right shoulder. It was a work of art the way she’d plaited it, and I again just stared at my reflection in awe.
She turned the chair and did my eyes and then my lips, but didn’t use any other makeup, explaining, “You are flawless and his highness appreciates raw beauty. He might like lots of adornments and jewels, but he does not like much makeup. Remember that.”
“That’s good because I rarely wear it. I don’t even know much about makeup.” She presented me with a pair of white snake skin pumps and I sighed, but I didn’t argue as I let her put them on my feet. “Best get use to heels, he won’t allow anything else.”
I sort of cringed at the word, allow, but I let it go.
CHAPTER TEN
“You are a vision, my Anna.”
He was dressed in his customary three piece suit, this one a shiny silver grey that set off his liquid amber eyes in a striking way. I was still grappling with that overwhelmed feeling. Some of what Yasmin had said, continued to rattle around in my head, especially the whole, allow, thing; like I would no longer be my own woman. I wasn’t even an adult yet, I’d never made any money or taken care of myself, and now here I was on the cusp of belonging to a powerful man. My future had disintegrated when I fled the conference, and now it seemed as if I was on an entirely new course, without any choice or say in the matter, and I felt a bit panicked.
Omar escorted me to the elevator and we sped down through the immense building. I’d not been outside since arriving, and when the dry, hot desert air hit me, I momentarily staggered. My body had been accustomed to a perfect sixty eight degree environment and the blast of heat made my head swim. Omar steadied me and I apologized. I really felt off, and I didn’t know why or what was wrong with me.
His raft of men flanked us and I noticed a few random pedestrians turn and then hastily bow their heads. Omar seemed to not notice as he ushered me into another block long white limousine. Once I got into the car, I craned my neck to look up towards where I had been dwelling. The building loomed over us like a goliath, and puffy clouds obliterated the view of the spires on top. It looked like one enormous gem as it sparkled and danced in the mid-morning sun. I felt incredibly small in comparison and found it difficult to believe that was where I dwelt and was now expected to call it home.
I had a pang of homesickness wash over me in that moment and magically, Omar seemed to notice.
“What is troubling you?” He asked.
I shook my head and mumbled, “Nothing, I’m fine.” He held my hand and then the car went into motion. I blurted, “I don’t feel very good.”
He turned towards me, “Are you getting ill?”
“No, not physically. Emotionally. I’m kind of homesick.”
He inhaled through his nose in thought, nodding. “I suppose that is to be expected. Hopefully I will be able to distract you. I am taking you out to the new island settlement. I want to show you our latest creation.” He puffed out his chest and added, “We have generated new land. It makes me feel as if I am a god in my own right. Ahhh, to create land from the ocean floor is indeed a mystical thing.”
His arrogance was charming and a bit too much at times, but I said nothing, only indicating with a slight nod that I was into it. Otherwise, I remained silent as I looked out the window. I pretended to be captivated with the view. I wasn’t. I felt grumpy and out of sorts and I didn’t feel like talking about it.
He either chose to ignore my mood, or he was too self-absorbed. I couldn’t tell. I absently calculated when my last period was and I figured I might have been a bit hormonal. I tried to lighten my mood and I faked being happy, hoping that would work.
When we got to the ocean, he escorted me to a lavish small boat that looked like a miniature yacht. I had trouble in the high heels, but he never let go of my hand. I saw no other people around in our general vicinity apart from one woman in a full black burka who plastered herself to the sidewalk when she recognized Omar. He seemed to not even notice her.
Once we settled on the boat, I asked him, “What did Yasmin mean about being disciplined if she didn’t please me and in turn, you?”
He answered nonchalantly, “Discipline is good for the soul. The fear of discipline even better.”
“What would you do?” I asked.
He was pensive as he thought, and then he grinned, “You know, I’ve not had to discipline anyone in a long time. I love to give a good spanking!” He announced as if that were common place.
“A spanking? To an adult?”
“Indeed, but only to the girls,” He said with an evil glint in his eye. “The females usually enjoy it even though it is supposed to be meant as punishment.” He laughed inwardly as he thought and then blurted, “I had one servant that tried my patience like no other. After the tenth or so spanking I began to wonder about her. I made her one of my lovers after that, and she allowed me to explore my inner sadist.”
“What? No way! You are so arrogant sometimes.” I bit out. “Sadist? Are you joking?”
He lifted an eyebrow, “I’d rather you didn’t question me.” Then he informed me, as if he was teaching me something and I was very, very young. “Anna, you must realize that a man of my stature has certain needs? I find a different pleasure in causing the surrender of a female, in giving her pain in a way that brings her pleasure—it brings her orgasm, and in turn, I have satisfied a deep need I can never sate otherwise.
I stated flatly, “I don’t know if I would ever like that pain, Omar. It’s not me.” My eyes burned and felt like I’d just opened a hot oven and I bit my lip hoping to not cry.
Omar seemed unperturbed, when he simply announced, “You will like what I crave Anna. I have no doubts. You will see.”
“I don’t know about that.” I mumbled.
He lifted a brow at my response, but didn’t say anything. We arrived at a grouping of little islands, and I was taken on a full tour of the grand, man-made creations. Even the tides were explained to me and how they had to change their engineering plans so that there was enough water flow to discourage any sort of stagnation.
It was all incredible and I asked a few questions, but mostly just focused on not falling down in the high heels. Omar held my hand or wrapped an arm around my waist, which must have been out of character for him because I often noticed surprised looks on those around us. My mind continued to swirl with thoughts of his declaration that he was a sadist.
I was still also feeling hormonal and grumpy, but I faked my way through the afternoon. We had lunch in the building that looked like a sailboat, and of course, we went all the way to the top floor. The views were incredible and I did enjoy the visual feast that never ceased.
“Your country really is magnificent Omar. I am totally blown away with the beauty everywhere I look.”
“It is now
your country too.” He announced. I snorted and shook my head. He picked up my hand, “Anna, I have never given my heart to another in this way. I’ve never offered my entire country to another, let alone a female.” He narrowed his eyes and studied my expression, “I do not like this mood you are in. You will cease it this instant.”
Then I felt incredibly sarcastic as I snapped, “Omar, I don’t want your country. I only want you. I don’t want the responsibility or the burden. I only want you. I also hate dressing up and I don’t want to be a prisoner in your home. Yeah, sure, what we have is incredible, but seriously Omar, it’s all just too much for me.”
His look was downtrodden as he dropped my hand. We sat in silence for a spell and he finally mumbled, “I can’t figure out females.”
I sighed. I was frustrated with that niggling feeling that I was nothing more than a possession and also my homesickness. “Omar, I do love you. That is the only thing I am one hundred percent certain of. Okay? Can’t we build on that? One brick at a time? Why must it be an entire country?”
“I love you too Anna. Yes, one brick at a time.”
I grinned at him and he leaned down to kiss me in a time stands still kind of moment.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I smoothed the white fabric of my skirt and Omar ran his hand up my inner thigh. I didn’t stop him, but I also didn’t really feel as accommodating as I had the previous few days. My body was sore and I guess maybe I’d finally had enough copulation.
He insisted with his hand and I finally reached down and grasped his wrist. “Not right now.” I mumbled.
He paused for a second, but then continued up until he was cupping all of my sex and the skirt had been pushed past the tops of my thighs. “You may never tell me no.” He said in a low, commanding voice. “All that you are wearing is from me, what is under these decorations is also mine. Your body is mine now Anna. I will admire both, when and how I see fit.”
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