"Oh, yes, yes…" my answer was nothing more than a sigh, as my body shuddered, uncontrollably.
"Good." She smiled and nibbled my ear before she trailed down my body with kisses and nibbles, all the way down to my mound. There, she kneeled between my legs, and opening me wide, she buried her face in me, licking, sucking, nibbling my lips and my clit, in a maddening cycle. When she felt me near the edge, she shoved two fingers in me, adding pressure to my G spot as she pressed my clit with her tongue and that was more than I could take and I came hard, shuddering wildly as my whole body was submerged in the deep waters of a powerful orgasm, flooding Lucy's face and fingers with the proof of my pleasure.
Lucy giggled and placing one last kiss on my clit, she layed beside me, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, so pleased. "Uhmmm, I'm glad to see I haven’t lost my touch." She said teasingly.
"You… haven’t." I managed to say, still panting.
"Have you finished?" Prince Ali's voice took them out of their dream world and startled they looked to the bed's footboard to find both men there, and it was obvious they had been their audience, at least for the last minutes.
"Yes, Sir, we have." Lucy answered with a naughty smile.
"Good, because it's our turn to have fun." Sheik Alon announced, as he pulled Lucy out of bed and taking her towards the rope cobweb.
With a devious smile on his face, Prince Ali gave me his hand and helped me out of bed, to claim my lips in a passionate kiss. "That was a very hot scene, girl." He whispered in my ear, and I could see he was really pleased. Still smiling, he took me to a wooden frame, and picked a red rope from a small table. "It's time to show you some rope play, girl. Please, remember your safe word in case you need it." He added, sounding serious and I knew he was. He didn’t want a repetition of the other night.
"Yes, Sir, I promise you I will."
"Good girl."
He started wrapping the rope around my breasts, my belly, my arms, all over my body in intricate knots, applying pressure to specific points, always making sure I was enjoying it. When he was done, I was hanging from the frame, at his waist height, looking up, with my head leaned back a little, and my whole body exposed to him, since my legs were opened wide.
He kissed me passionately. "Are you alright?" he whispered in my ear.
"Yes, Sir." I whispered back, and I was. Although I had never experienced ropes I was finding it quite amazing. I guess the best way to describe it was that it made me feel like I was in some sort of cocoon, safe and protected.
He kissed me once more, before he pushed his tunic over his head and released his hard cock from his pants, caressing my face with it. "Take me in your mouth." He ordered, and I didn’t question. I opened up my mouth wide, and let him in, enjoying his hardness on my tongue and lips.
Holding my head, he shoved his cock deep inside my mouth, as I struggled to control the gagging instinct and to relax as much as I could so that I could let him go deep down my throat. I felt him engorge in my mouth and I knew he was close, but to my surprise, he didn’t come in my mouth. He removed his cock from my mouth and walking to the other side, he lodged himself between my thighs and thrust himself deep inside me, pounding hard in and out of me, as his hands stimulated my pulsating clit.
"Are you ready to come with me, girl?" he asked, also panting.
"Yes… oh yes, Sir."
"Come with me, girl." He ordered and they both gave in to the strength of the waves of bliss that washed over them.
Chapter 14
When we returned to reality, he slowly started to untie me, caressing every ligature mark imprinted on my skin, and I could see in his eyes just how much that pleased him, and that made me feel even better.
When he was done, he sat with me on a couch and turned me so that I could see Sheik Alon's work, while he cuddled me.
Lucy was tied against the cobweb, arms stretched over her head and her legs pulled up as much as she was able, leaving her ass and pussy exposed to whatever he decided to do to her. By the look of her inner thighs and her swollen pussy, it was obvious he had used a flogger on her, but her face showed nothing more than bliss and rapture.
When we turned to look at them he was pounding her pussy hard, his hands gripped on her breasts and the moans and slapping sounds coming from them were extremely exciting.
When they were done, we had a fun dinner sitting on the floor of the dungeon before we retreat to our rooms. That night, Prince Ali kept me beside him the whole night and I have to say I loved the experience of feeling his warm body wrapped around me.
The other couple left the next morning, and Prince Ali excused himself to solve some work problems, but not before ordering me to read another book. He seemed to be determined to make a reader out of me.
Around lunch time, he joined me on one of the terraces, and we were about to start eating when Rashid came almost running through the terrace.
He said something in Arabic I wasn’t able to understand, but I thought I recognized Devlin's name and that made my heart pound painfully against my chest.
Prince Ali, got up and both men had a very intense conversation and by the look on Prince Ali's face, I could tell something bad had happened.
He gave Rashid instructions and sat back at the table.
"Is something wrong, Sir?" I dared to ask, a bit worried, and yes scared too.
He looked at me with a frown, but he shook his head and dismissed my worries. "No, girl, just some minor work problems."
I wanted to argue that, but for some reason I couldn’t. If I was right and Devlin's name had been mentioned, I didn’t want to know, not when I was starting to leave in the past all I had been through with him. "Anything I can do to help, Sir?"
He smiled. "Your presence beside me is all the help I need."
I smile back at him and as we ate, the incident was relegated to the back of my mind, and I didn’t think of it again.
Days went by, filled of new experiences, as Prince Ali showed me a thousand ways to play, teaching me the beauty of the mixture of pain and pleasure, when pain was never again excruciating or meant to overpower me.
But besides all that, he also made me a part of his daily life, taking me with him in his morning rides through the desert, visiting some of the villagers of the citadel or walking around the plantations of date-palms, with him explaining to me the way they were experimenting with the intelligent and rational use of water, in order to give it, its maximum use.
I don’t believe ever feeling so happy before in my life, and noticing that took some of my happiness away, because my treacherous mind started to analyze it all and concluding this couldn’t last, that it was too damn perfect to be real, although I struggled with all my strength to keep those thoughts and feelings away, it was stronger than me.
Maybe he noticed I was a bit down, I don’t know, but one day, he arrived from the capital and handed me a small envelop.
Curious, I opened it and took an American passport from it. Puzzled, I looked at him before I opened it and discovered it was mine. He had gotten me a new passport.
Staring at my own picture I was divided. I was happy I had documents again but I wasn’t sure of how I should feel about the fact he had gone through the trouble of getting it to me. What did that mean?
"Are you happy, girl?" he asked, with a broad smile.
"Yes, Sir, thank you, I just wasn’t expecting it." I answered with a hesitant smile.
"I wanted it to be a surprise for you. Since I had to take you out of Turkey in such a hurry, you had no documents, and since that was my fault, I decided to solve it." He explained, still smiling. "Besides, I want to take you to Paris this weekend."
"Paris, Sir?" I asked surprised.
"Yes, Paris is an amazing city, a place everybody should visit, and besides that, it's time to buy you some new clothes. I can't live all the time here in the desert, and you'll need more clothes when we get to my house in the capital." He continued, and the knot I hadn’t noticed I had in my thro
at, simply disappeared.
"That sounds wonderful, Sir."
He closed the distance between us and held me tight in my arms. "We'll leave tomorrow morning. I had Rashid get you a few clothes for the trip."
"Thank you, Sir."
"While we are in Paris, I want to take you to a couple of private BDSM clubs I'm sure you'll love. They are amazing places and the crowd is fantastic. You'll be able to see several kinks in display, like needle play, fire play, and even get the chance to talk to the people performing."
"It… sounds… interesting, Sir." I answered carefully. My past experiences with clubs hadn’t been very pleasant.
"These clubs have nothing to do with 'Lustra', girl." He assured me, surely reading my mind perfectly. "The people there live a more modern BDSM style, where safe, sane and consensual truly mean something."
I liked the sound of that, and I felt a bit better. So far, being with Prince Ali had been an amazing experience, that couldn’t be compared with anything else, and every day was filled with amazing moments, and I was happy he still had no intention of parting me from his life.
In Paris, he took me to his apartment on the Champs Elysées, with a magnificent view over the Eiffel Tower. It looked huge to me, but he called it 'his small apartment'. Well, I guessed that compared to the desert palace, it was small.
That same night, he took me out for dinner and then to a nightclub for some dancing. We were having a good night, relaxed and joyful, but that didn’t last.
At some point, Prince Ali left me alone at the table while he went to pick up drinks for us. I was distracted watching the other people dancing when I felt a hand grabbing me hard by the nape from behind. "Did you really think you could escape from me?" Devlin's voice sounded in my ear, and my first instinct was to run away, but he had me in a tight grip.
"Let me go, or I'll start yelling." I threatened him, wishing my voice was more confident than it really was.
He laughed, a humorless laugh. "No one will ever hear you." He tightened his grip even more. "And your new boyfriend will be entertained for a while."
I managed to move my head just enough to look at him, and I got scared with the cruel shine he had in his eyes. "Just let go of me. I had hoped I wouldn’t have to see your face again." I replied, struggling to free myself from him. But my words seemed to enrage him and he squeezed even harder, and shots of pain rushed through me.
"Oh, you'll see me, you'll see more than just my face, you little whore." He forced me to get up, and I scratched his hand with my nails, trying in vain to make him release me. But he didn’t seem to be affected.
He managed to drag me three steps when two tall, broad men stood in our way. Prince Ali's bodyguards. "Miss Mary Elizabeth, is everything alright? Should I call Prince Ali?" one of them asked me, as both of them looked at Devlin and me with deep frowns.
"Oh, Ahmed, no, everything is alright. My friend was already leaving, right, Devlin?" I answered, almost sighing in relief.
Devlin must have measured his chances and after giving me one last painful squeeze he released me. "This is not over." He said before he left, stomping out of the club.
"What's going on here?" Prince Ali's cold voice sounded behind me, and I turned to look at him.
"Devlin was here." I informed him, too scared to even consider any other possibility. If someone could protect me from that man, that would be him.
"What? How is that possible?" he almost yelled.
"I don’t know, but his attitude showed he knew I would be here." I answered, replaying the events on my mind.
"Let's go back home. I need to make some urgent phone calls." He ordered and they left the club immediately, followed by his bodyguards.
When we arrived to the apartment, he started making several phone calls, speaking in Arabic and French, sometimes even yelling at the phone.
I, on the other half, simply threw my body over the couch and massaged my neck, trying to relieve some of the pain I was still feeling.
Prince Ali finally got off the phone, and approached me. "What's the matter?" he asked looking at me with a deep frown. "Is your neck hurting?"
"Yes, a little bit." I admitted.
"Let me take a look." He offered sitting next to me and turning my back to him. He lifted my hair and his furious snort almost made me jump. "He did this to you?"
"Yes, he surprised me from behind and I wasn’t able to free myself." I explained, imagining what he was seeing. My nape should be all bruised by now, with his finger marks on my skin.
"Where were my men during all this?" he asked, even more furious.
I turned to look at him. "I'm sure they weren’t able to see what was going on, but they intervened in the right moment."
"What did he say to you?"
"He asked me if I thought I would be able to escape from him. And his last words were a threat." I summarized it.
"I wonder how he managed to find out where you were."
"He has a lot of friends everywhere, Sir. Maybe it was when you asked for my passport." I ventured, since I had been thinking about it too.
"Damn, I must admit I didn’t think of that." He said punching his own palm, frustrated. "Maybe we should go back to Abu Dhabi immediately. He will never be able to touch you there."
"Do we have to, Sir? I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hiding from him and his stooges."
"I just want to protect you."
"And you are protecting me, Sir. Tonight he just caught us by surprise. It won't happen again, I'm sure." I insisted, not willing to let Devlin ruin my life again.
"Are you sure, girl?"
"Yes, Sir, quite sure." I said with a broad smile.
"Very well, I'll just have to keep you always in sight." He accepted with a self-deprecating smile.
"And I will love it, Sir." I smiled with a naughty smile.
He dragged me to his room and into his bed, and in just a few moments, we were both naked and he was laying next to me, kissing me deep, blowing any coherent thought out of my mind. All I could think or feel were the millions of sensations his hands and lips were awakening in me. His eagerness felt tinted with desperation, and after that night mine surely matched his.
He pulled my hands over my head, pinning them against the mattress before his lips assailed mine, and his tongue challenged mine to a duel that he won, conquering every single inch of my mouth, making it his, taking every breath out of it.
He kissed, he nibbled, his hands caressed, touched, harassed and took possession of my whole body. I was nothing more than a moaning mass when his mouth finally conquered my aching pussy, exploring my drenched lips and my throbbing clit.
I moved my hands from where he had left them to caress his hair, and push him closer to me, but he immediately put them back up.
"Leave them there, girl, or I'll have to cuff them." He warned me, and I whimpered in protest, what won me a sharp bite on my lips.
I felt so close to the edge that my moans became whimpers, and my hands are clenched in fists in a vain attempt of controlling myself. "Sir… please…" I panted.
He sensed how close I was, and with a devious grin, he thrust two fingers inside me as his teeth nibbled my clit, once, twice, three times pushing me even closer to the edge.
"Please, Sir, please, please…" I pleaded again, feeling the waves of a powerful orgasm start to engulf me.
"Are you ready to come for me, girl?" he asked, between kisses and nibbles.
"Yes… oh god, yes…" I cried out and he chose that moment to slip between my thighs and thrust his hard, thick cock deep inside me, pounding hard, going faster and deeper, one of his hands grasped around my neck, the other one around my hip.
In and out, on the most ancient rhythm, pounding, plunging, he drove me insane. I was on the verge of letting myself go, regardless of the consequences, when his growl finally released me: "Come with me, girl."
And I just let my body get caught in the wild swirl of pleasure of an unbelievable orgasm,
accompanied by him, and for a few exquisite moments the only sounds coming from us were of moans and harsh breaths.
He fell next me, sweat covering our exhausted bodies, and he just pulled me closer to him, cuddling my body against his, before we surrendered to a blissful sleep.
I woke up next morning with his sweet kisses on my cheeks. "Good morning, sleepy head." He whispered in my ear, teasingly. "It's time to get out of bed."
"Good morning, Sir." I whispered back, my eyes still closed, reluctant to leave the loving arms of Morpheus.
A playful smack on my ass woke me up completely and I turned to look at him. "No more sleeping. We have a lot of things to do today, remember?" he told me with an amused smile.
"Yes, Sir." I said, yawning loudly.
Smiling, he jumped out of bed and pulled me out of it. "We need a shower." He informed me as he dragged me behind him towards the bathroom.
Once he had me in a shower stall big enough to fit ten people, he opened the taps and water springs seemed to fall from all over the place, making it a very sensorial experience. He grabbed a soaped cloth and started to bathe me, thoroughly. When he was pleased, he washed my hair, massaging my scalp in such a pleasant way, he had me moaning out loud in no time. He rinsed my hair after a while and then handed me the cloth.
I didn’t waste any time, and I paid him back, running the cloth all over him, paying special attention to his half hardened cock. Making him lower his head I also enjoyed washing his hair.
But he was impatient now, and resting his hands on my shoulders, he made me kneel, before shoving his already hard cock deep in my mouth. "I believe it needs to get cleaner." He said in a teasing tone, but I knew it was actually an order, one I was more than happy to comply.
Hands, mouth and tongue, all worked to give him the highest pleasure and soon he was bursting a hot load of cum deep in my throat. I swallowed all I could and washed the rest, enjoying the blissful expression on his face.
After that, he hurried me out of the shower and barely an hour later, we were entering one of the best stores in town to buy my new wardrobe.
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