by Opal Carew
The feel of Lily’s sweet body pressed tight to his was driving Yasin insane. He wanted her so desperately. The urge to take her was so potent he could barely think straight.
He curled his arm around her and pulled her closer still. His hand glided to her breast and he squeezed. The softness of it drove his senses to the edge, leaving him dizzy.
She gasped and arched against him.
When she pressed her hands to his chest, he realized she was actually trying to get away from him. Her struggles against him sent heat burning through him. He wanted to overpower her. Bend her to his will.
He wanted to master her body until she surrendered to him totally.
“No.” Her fearful cry knocked him to his senses.
What the fuck am I doing?
This wasn’t the kind of man he wanted to be.
He drew his hand from her breast and released her gently.
“Lily, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
But the stricken look in her eyes tore at his gut.
“Fuck!” He sank onto the bed and drew in a long breath. “How can I make it up to you?”
She beside him. “I know how much you’re struggling with all this, too. It’s difficult for both of us.”
He raked his hair back from his face.
A knock sounded at the door and he glanced at his watch.
“Fuck, that will be your dinner. And I have to shower and change for mine.” He took her hand and squeezed. “We will talk this evening, after we return. If you’re up to it.”
She nodded, but he could see the tension in her face.
“I’ll get the door.” She stood and hurried from the room.
Yasin strode to the shower and cursed himself the whole time he washed the salt water from his body.
When he came out of the shower, Lily was not in the bedroom. He changed into his clothes and walked into the living area to see her at the table eating. He knew he should hurry to join his family, but he hesitated. Then he found himself walking to the table and sitting across from her.
She gazed up from her meal in surprise.
“I would like you to tell me something,” he said.
She sat back in the chair. “Yes?”
“I want to know why you really broke up with me so suddenly.”
Her eyes grew guarded. “Yasin, we really shouldn’t start this conversation now. You have to go.”
He shook his head. “They can wait. I want you to give me an honest answer.”
She sighed. “We come from such different cultures and—”
“No. Don’t tell me that again. It can’t be as simple as that. We were becoming close.”
“That’s part of the problem. We were becoming too serious and I realized that it would be a problem if you wanted to…” She bit her lip. “If we got more serious.”
He frowned. “So you knew about the ring.”
Her gaze darted to his. “What ring?”
Her surprise was real. So that wasn’t it.
“Nothing. Just a little gift I got for you. I thought one of your friends might have seen me buy it and misconstrued its significance.” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. The point is I know there’s something else going on. Something you’re hiding from me. I can sense it. Tell me what it is.”
“Yasin, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“So there is something.”
She stared at her food, clearly uncomfortable with telling him.
“Lily, I want to know.”
She sighed. “All right.” She lifted her gaze to his. “I learned things about your family that frightened me.”
“People told you these things? And you believed them?”
She leaned forward. “Please understand. I heard many things. And I tried to ignore them. Because with me you were charming and loving. Nothing like the things I’d heard.”
“Then why—”
“Because there was a video. Posted on YouTube. It showed one of your brothers beating a woman.” She dropped her gaze. “And taking her against her will.”
His chest constricted. Ah, fuck!
“I know that video. It was not my brother, but one of my cousins. I had hoped you would never see it.”
It had been posted on-line months before he met Lily but his family had gotten it taken down. Someone must have put it up again.”
“That video, along with other stories I’d heard about your family…” She fidgeted with her fingers. “I just couldn’t stay with you.”
He wanted to reach out and take her hand, but touching her right now probably wasn’t a good idea.
“I don’t know how I can ever convince you,” he said, “especially after Omar brought you here against your will, but that video was not what it seemed. That woman was my cousin Assan’s girlfriend and what happened was consensual.”
“Are you sure she believed it was consensual?”
“She is an American woman, from New York City, where they both live. That was a sex tape they foolishly made at a BDSM club they used to frequent. She likes to be flogged. Unfortunately, someone got hold of the tape and sensationalized it, making it sound like something sinister.”
She drew in a deep breath.
“Okay,” she said, but he knew she wasn’t convinced.
Not that he could blame her, being in the situation she was. The men in his family had a penchant for the D/s lifestyle. He almost wanted to take her to the dungeon he knew his brother had on the premises to show her. But it would more likely frighten her than rather than help.
At least now he understood what had happened. He wasn’t surprised that the video had scared her away.
“Thank you for telling me.” He stood up. “I’ll be back for you in about an hour.”
“I’ll be ready.”
Lily held her breath as Yasin opened the door to lead her outside. Hafsa had brought her a lovely crimson and black bra and panties this time, but also a robe to wear over them. It was completely see-through, but it gave her the feel of being covered.
Maybe she would forget that every man here could see most of her body.
They stepped into the balmy air and she glanced around. It was really quite beautiful with moonlight glittering on the ocean below, and colorful lanterns lighting the terrace.
Yasin led her to a chair by the stone railing overlooking the ocean. Not that she could enjoy the view because the chair faced away from the wall. And her place to sit was on the ground by his feet.
A servant brought Yasin wine and he had her pour a glass for Lily, too. He kept her glass full as he talked with the other men. She was conscious of them staring at her, her skin crawling with goose bumps at their attention.
Soon, music began to play and dancers in colorful costumes twirled before them. Lily’s cheeks blossomed with heat when she realized these women wore nothing below the swirling skirts. The music slowed and the belly dancers undulated to the hot, pulsating music, their hips swaying and their breasts jiggling when they shimmied. Soon, they shed the bras, leaving their glorious breasts exposed and quivering with their movements.
Lily dragged her gaze from the dancers, then realized that around her, each of the men had a woman on his lap and was fondling her in some way.
When the music stopped, the dancers moved toward the men, swaying their breasts close to their faces. Several grabbed onto the women and suckled their ample breasts, despite the woman already on their laps.
Lily’s heart pounded as she tried to ignore what was going on around her, but one dancer came to Yasin and offered her enormous mounds, the nipples peaking forward in invitation. He simply shook his head and the woman frowned, but moved on.
Lily heard moans beside her and her gaze darted to one of the dancers on his brother Rahman’s lap. She was pivoting her hips in a provocative and intensely erotic manner. At first, Lily thought it was a lap dance, but then his hands wrapped around her waist and he lifted her, urging her to move up and down. Lily could see his
hard cock driving into her. The cousin next to him had two women. One standing in front of him, her breast in his mouth, and another between his knees, sucking his dick.
Omar had two women in front of him, both bent forward, and he drove his cock into one, thrust a few times, then moved to the other. Then back again. Fucking the two of them.
She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Yasin.
“Here. Drink more wine. It will help you relax.” He handed her the glass and she drank deeply.
Music played and other dancers performed. These ones shed veils, then clothing until they were totally naked. Some of the dancers were tugged away to pleasure the men. The rest began to pleasure each other. Stroking each other’s breasts, pushing their tongues into intimate places.
Lily was too embarrassed to watch, but all the moaning and touching was so erotic she felt her breasts swell and her body heat.
“Brother, you sit there with your cock bulging against your pants while your slave sits at your side.” Omar frowned. “You are too lenient with her. If she doesn’t take care of you, I will send over someone who will.”
“I’m fine, brother,” Yasin said.
But Lily could tell that Yasin ignoring the offer of these beautiful women—because of her—was putting him in a bad situation. If he lost face with his brother, it would leave them both in a difficult position.
Omar scowled, but walked away. Lily felt sure he would return soon, though, maybe with an ultimatum.
She rested her hand on Yasin’s thigh, garnering his attention, and leaned close.
Chapter 9
“Yasin,” Lily whispered. “I think you should order me to give you oral sex.”
Yasin’s gaze darted to hers. “What?”
“Everyone expects that something will happen between us. It would help, right?”
“Yes. Of course. But I don’t want to put you in that position.”
“Yasin, I owe you so much. And,”—she glanced at the bulge straining against his pants—“I think you need it.” She met his solemn gaze. “I want to do this for you.”
He shifted in his chair, then nodded.
In a sudden movement that caught her off guard, he grasped her arm and pulled her in front of him.
“Suck my cock, slave.”
She noticed Omar giving an approving nod as she sank between Yasin’s knees and stroked his stomach. She became intensely conscious of the other men watching her.
She dragged her fingertips over his pants, feeling the rock-hard cock beneath, then she slowly drew down the zipper. Everything had fallen dead silent, except for the raspy sound of the zipper releasing.
As she reached inside his pants to grasp his thick cock, the sound of her breathing—along with his deep, irregular breaths—seemed to fill the silence.
Oh, God, he was so thick. Her fingers barely met around him. She drew his cock from its cloth prison and stared at it. She’d only seen him once before and was still in awe at his size.
She glanced at his face as she brought the tip to her mouth, then pressed her tongue to him and lapped lightly.
The feel of Lily’s delicate tongue brushing the tip of his hard cock had Yasin nearly gasping in pleasure.
Fuck, this was the first time they’d shared such an intimate physical action and it had to be here. He would prefer it be in privacy. Somewhere he could encourage her with sweet words. And also return the pleasure.
The thought of dragging his tongue over her sweet pussy nearly sent him into convulsions with her mouth already teasing his tip. Her tongue swirled over it. Slowly and thoroughly.
She opened and pressed him into her mouth, guiding him inside a bit at a time.
He tried to shut out thoughts of the others watching them. Tried to school his face to hide the emotions storming through him at having this woman, whom he loved so deeply, touching him in this intimate way.
His cockhead was fully in her mouth and he groaned at the feel of her surrounding him. He glided his fingers through her silky auburn hair, gleaming in the moonlight, and drew it back from her face, wrapping his hand around the mass of waves. He wanted to see her lips around him. To watch her cheeks hollow. To see her eyes as she pleasured him.
She watched him, her blue eyes glittering, as she slid down his shaft. He drew in a slow calming breath as she took him deeper. And deeper.
He couldn’t believe how far down her throat she took him. The sensation of her warmth surrounding him was intense.
Then she drew back. Her hand, still wrapped around his cock, followed her upward assent. She stroked his cock, up and down, with her hand while she suckled the tip.
Pleasure quivered through every part of him.
She slid down his shaft, squeezing him with her lips, and he held back a groan.
She moved up and down again, driving his pleasure higher and higher.
If only he could stay like this forever, enjoying her delightful attention. But already he felt the heat coiling deep in his belly... pulsing in his core... ready to erupt like a powerful geyser deep into her throat.
He had yearned for her gentle touch for so long but too soon this initial precious time would be but a memory.
He felt her hand cup his balls and caress gently. A moan escaped his lips. Then she pumped her mouth faster on him. Taking him deep and sucking as she drew back. Her cheeks hollowing. Her eyes locked on him, watching his face as she gave him pleasure.
With everything she was doing, he was so close to orgasm there was no hope of holding it off much longer. But the look in her eyes... the desire to give him this bliss... sent him flying over the edge with a deep, guttural groan... heat blazing through his body.
She kept moving on him... stroking his shaft... caressing his sacs. As he rode the intense wave of pleasure, all thought slipped away, his body and soul igniting in a blaze of ecstasy.
When his senses returned, the tenderness of her continued touch as she slid from his cock, then kissed his tip gently, moved him beyond measure.
A deep sense of satisfaction filled Lily at the sight of Yasin’s blissful expression. At first, he’d seemed indifferent to her attention, her only clue to his enjoyment the stiffness of his huge member and how it twitched at her touch. But his face had showed nothing.
Then she realized he’d been hiding it. What she’d first through was indifference—understandable after being wounded by her so deeply in the past—was him trying to hide his emotions.
But his defenses had weakened, unraveling as his pleasure had increased.
She’d seen it plainly then.
He was in love with her.
The intensity of his simmering brown eyes deepened as he watched her, then he leaned forward, pulling her to him, and kissed her.
Their lips joined in a burst of passion, an inferno building within her as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to his hard body. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, then forced her lips wide as he drove deeper, consuming her.
Her breasts swelled with need, the nipples thrusting forward. She slid her arms around his neck and clung to him, her heart pounding at the need to be even closer. Their lips moved together, her tongue coiling with his.
When he finally released her, she could barely catch her breath. They stared into one another’s eyes and the intense yearning she saw in his made her ache with need.
She wanted this man. She needed to feel him inside her.
He stood up, pulling her with him, his gaze still locked with hers.
Then he grasped her wrist and pulled her with him, marching across the terrace.
She glanced around and saw Omar’s narrowed eyes as Yasin opened the French doors and dragged her into the house.
She followed him through the luxurious rooms, then down the hall to his quarters, almost running to match his long-legged stride.
“Aren’t you concerned about what your brother will do?” she asked as the door closed behind them.
He turned to her, his eyes stil
l blazing with heat. “Don’t worry. I will handle it.”
Then he pulled her to him, his hand wrapping around behind her neck, his fingers cupping the back of her head. She stared into his eyes, wondering if he would drag her into his bed.
Electricity crackled through her at the thought.
But he merely gazed into her eyes. His thumb stroked under her chin, the gentle touch soothing her... and thrilling her at the same time.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said finally.
Oh, God, had she read the situation incorrectly.
“I’m sorry. I thought it would be helpful, but if I made a mistake—”
His lips claimed hers, aborting her words. But instead of the intense passion of his kiss on the terrace, his lips moved firmly but gently on hers. Her heart rate accelerated and every cell in her body crackled with need.
Then he released her.
“Get some sleep.”
His words shocked her. Was he really sending her to bed without continuing what they’d started.
“I—”
“Go.” His authoritative tone seemed inconsistent with the softness in his eyes as he gazed at her.
Confused, she walked to the bedroom. He followed, but when she started toward the big bed, he grasped her shoulders and guided her to the smaller bed in the alcove. She sat down and gazed at him uncertainly.
He stroked her hair from her face and her heart quivered at his tender touch.
“Sleep well,” he murmured.
Then he left the room.
Lily shed the sheer robe and draped it over a chair, then removed the bra and panties and climbed under the covers. But as she lay in the room, dimly lit by a lamp beside the big bed, she knew she was not going to fall asleep.
The memory of Yasin’s big cock in her hand... in her mouth... was too fresh. Too stimulating. Her insides ached with the need to feel him inside her. And his kiss afterward... It had lit a fire inside her. Made her long to be possessed by him.
She pushed the covers aside and stood up.
She couldn’t bring herself to just walk out there naked, so she grabbed the coverlet and wrapped it around her shoulders, then walked to the door. When she stepped into the living area, she saw Yasin sitting in a comfortable armchair, facing the large windows overlooking the private terrace and the moonlit ocean beyond. But he stared at the amber liquid that he was swirling in the glass in his hand.