All the Sweet Tomorrows

by Bertrice Small

  Skye swallowed, and then asked softly, “What is it, my lord?”

  “Nothing to be afraid of, Muna. It will calm your fears and relax your body,” he soothed, and then he dipped a long finger into the flask, rubbed the liquid upon one of her nipples, and, lowering his dark head, began to suck upon it.

  The shudder that ripped through her almost tore her apart. Her whole body was suddenly aflame, burning with the need to love and be loved. She moaned, arcing her body against his mouth, her hands sliding across his shoulders and back, her nails raking ever so lightly. His growl of laughter sent another shudder through her, and then he was releasing her nipple and drizzling some of the clear apricot fluid over her navel. Bending his dark head again, he lapped at the liquid with his tongue, following the wet line down her belly and pearly Venus mont into her cleft, which had opened like a pretty pink shell to his questing tongue. Like Cupid’s arrow, his tongue darted quickly here and there, touching and teasing everything sensitive until Skye was writhing with the need to be possessed by him.

  There was another growl of laughter as he lifted his head once more. “Now,” he said, “you must do the same to me, my beautiful slave.” Lying back, he poured some of the liquid onto his own belly. “Come, Muna, and pleasure your master,” was his command.

  Skye rolled slowly over onto her belly. Her entire body felt relaxed yet incredibly desperate for total sexual fulfillment. She shifted herself until her head was over his belly, and then she began to lick at him, moving lower and lower until she encountered his fast-stiffening manhood. She stopped for a brief moment, but his hand pushed her head forward and he said in a tense voice, “Take me in your mouth, fair Muna!” She obeyed, part of her mind amazed at her easy compliance with his order, while the other part of her brain craved with a strange intensity to do the act. In the few seconds of clarity she had before tumbling into the sensual abyss Skye realized that both the lotion he had massaged her with and the apricot-flavored liquid were aphrodisiacs. Then without another thought for what she was doing, her only desire being for pleasure, she began to run her tongue around the ruby head of his great lance, to lick the length of him with slow and sweet strokes, to take him into the warm cavity of her mouth to nurse upon until she tasted the first salty drops of his juices. Then he wrapped his hand into her dark hair and, pulling her away, groaned, “Enough, houri! You will surely unman me if I allow you to continue.”

  Skye whimpered a protest, but Kedar was now ready to couple with her, and he had no intention of being denied what he instinctively knew was going to be an incredible pleasure. Later he would teach her refinements to increase his pleasure; later he would allow her to suck him dry; but not this time. Rolling her onto her back, he mounted her and with one swift motion drove himself into her wet and waiting sheath. Her small cry of pleasure-pain only increased his desire. She was very tight, and he knew that his first assault had hurt her a little, but that would shortly change. With an easy and rhythmic motion he moved himself back and forth, watching through blazing, half-closed eyes her every reaction and listening with a fine-tuned ear to her little mewing cries. Skilled, he knew just how far he might drive her.

  Dear God, how full he fills me! she thought. At first Kedar’s great weapon had hurt her, and for a small moment she had wanted to escape him. Then the initial tension flowed from her, and she opened herself to him. She could feel him touching the very walls of her passage, and her womb, and the fire he was fanning within her helpless body was threatening to consume her. “Yesss, yesss!” she urged him on in a husky voice. “Oh, don’t stop, my lord! Please don’t stop!” She was going to die, but she didn’t care. She wanted to die! Then she felt herself shattering into a million tiny starbursts, and all was black.

  Kedar leaned back to watch the woman beneath him. She had reached her first peak, and had fainted away. He, however, was not yet ready to succumb to passion. He could wait. He was an unusual man, and he knew it, having the ability to sustain an erection for long periods of time. He took several deep, long breaths to clear his head while he enjoyed the soft throbbing of her body which enveloped his huge manhood. His hands reached out to fondle her round breasts, taking delight in the silkiness of her skin. Cruelly he pinched her pink nipples, and she moaned, but remained lost to him. He knew the pleasure that pain could occasionally bring, and wondered if she did, but he doubted it. She was delightfully innocent for a nonvirgin, and it was a marvelous combination that stimulated him. Pleasure through pain was another little refinement that they would eventually explore together, he thought with a small smile. Then her breathing told him that she was once again with him.

  “Open your beautiful eyes, Muna.”

  Skye, still under the influence of the drugs he had given her, docilely obeyed his voice. Her will was sapped, but her awareness was intensely acute. “You are still within me, my lord,” she whispered.

  “We have only begun, fair one,” he said as he began again the very voluptuous movement that had driven her mad before. Her eyes began to slide shut, but his sharp voice snapped them open. “No!” he said. “This time you will look into my eyes while I take you, Muna.”

  “I can’t,” she whispered.

  “You will!” came the unrelenting answer. Then he moved swiftly until she knew that she didn’t want him to stop, but when her eyes began to close, he ceased the pleasure.

  “No,” she whimpered, “don’t stop, my lord!”

  “Open your eyes, Muna! I won’t stop if you keep your lovely sea-blue eyes open.”

  It was a terrible effort, but Skye managed to force her eyes to open, disclosing to him the desire within herself, and Kedar gave a soft, triumphant laugh. “Please,” she begged as the sexual stimulants that he had fed her rendered her helpless to him, and to her own lust.

  Slowly he initiated the erotic motion she craved, and obedient to him, her eyes never left his. She felt as if she were drowning in his fiery gaze, knew that her soul was not even her own at this minute. Suddenly he ceased his movements, and she pleaded once more, “No, don’t stop, my lord Kedar! Don’t!”

  “In a moment, in a moment,” he soothed her, “but first if I am to continue to give you this pleasure you must do something for me, fair Muna.”

  “Anything!” she sobbed rashly, and he smiled cruelly down at her.

  “You will repeat after me,” he said softly, “I am my lord Kedar’s slave.”

  “I am my lord Kedar’s slave,” she said quickly, looking eagerly to him for approval.

  He smiled again. “I exist solely for his pleasure.”

  “No!” she whimpered, the part of her that was still herself rebelling at his words.

  “Say it! Say, I exist solely for his pleasure, or I shall withdraw from you.” He thrust softly into her several times to entice her, and she moaned. “Say it!”

  “I … I exist … solely for his … pleasure.”

  “Very good, my beautiful slave,” he approved in his deep, purring voice, and then he gave her the pleasure she so desperately desired from him; his lean hips driving deeply against her until her senses exploded once more into fiery fragments of helpless passion. Then, to his surprise, his own love juices burst forth to flood the raging fire within her womb. With a gasp that was half from irritation he rolled from her, amazed to have lost his perfect control. She had beaten him without even realizing it, and he chuckled to himself. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed a woman so very much. By Allah, his uncle had chosen well! With a sigh of total contentment Kedar used the last of his strength to roll her inert body from the divan onto the cushion below where a proper houri belonged. He then stretched himself out, thoroughly satisfied, and quickly fell asleep.

  Chapter 8

  MUNA!”

  Through the haziness of her barely conscious mind Skye heard the sharp command in Kedar’s voice. She struggled to wake herself, but she was totally exhausted by the previous night’s mental and physical battle with him. Still, she tried, for she dare not anger
him or displease him before she had gotten to Fez. Shaking herself, she managed to keep her eyes open until they finally began to focus. Only then did she raise her head to him. “My lord?”

  He lay on the couch above her, stretched out on his side. His hazel eyes glittered though but half open, and again Skye was reminded of a sleek feline. “I desire you,” he said. “Pleasure me!” He rolled onto his back, and his manhood thrust straight into the cool, early-morning air.

  God’s bones! thought Skye irritably. Is the man never sated? She knew, however, what was expected of her. Hiding her annoyance, she pulled herself onto the couch by his feet. Her slender hands caressed his length as she moved herself up his hard body. His legs fell apart as her touch ignited his already inflamed passions, and Skye rose to swing herself over him, her fingers teasing at his nipples. With a groan his hands caught at her hips, and forced her down upon him. His quick penetration was almost painful, and she couldn’t help the soft cry that escaped her lips.

  He didn’t notice, or if he did it didn’t matter to him. What mattered was his own gratification. “Ride me, beautiful Muna,” he murmured huskily at her, his eyes closed with enjoyment. “I know that you European women ride upon horses, my exquisite one. Have you ever ridden astride?”

  “Yes, my lord,” she answered him.

  “Ahhh,” he almost purred, “then think of me as your horse, my beautiful slave. I am the stallion that you ride to the hunt! Ride me well lest I throw you!”

  Skye knew that her performance with him now would be the difference between going and staying. She had to please him, and please him so greatly that she became like a drug to him, a drug that he could not do without. “In my own land, my lord, I was a horsewoman without peer,” she whispered back at him provocatively, and then she gripped him tightly between her silken thighs. Balancing herself with her hands on either side of his head she leaned forward, brushing her breasts across his lips while her hips began the love rhythm. She moved on him slowly, teasingly, with tantalizing motion, and Kedar suddenly felt he was not totally in control of the situation.

  “Lean back, Muna,” he commanded her tensely.

  “As my lord wills,” she answered softly, but there was a mocking tone to her voice that he did not fail to catch.

  The little bitch! he thought angrily. She dares to seek to best me in this battle. Reaching up, he grasped her two beautiful breasts in his hands and gently crushed her soft flesh over and over again, until she began to squirm and moan, losing the rhythm.

  Skye was furious at him. She sought to intrigue him, to rouse his passions, and he took it as an affront to his masculinity. She attempted to regain control of the situation by running her hands over his chest, but Kedar growled at her. “No, Muna! Domination is my right, not yours.” He lifted her off him, and set her next to him.

  “I but sought to please you, my lord,” she protested.

  “I forgive you,” he said smoothly, and Skye seethed as he continued: “You are as my uncle has said, unschooled. I will enjoy teaching you how to be an obedient slave, my fair Muna. Lay on your belly now. I would relieve my lust for you.” He pushed her gently over and, mounting her, effected a quick rear entry before she could even protest. He filled her sheath totally, moving smoothly to sate his own desires. He held her down with his hands on her hips, but other than that did not touch her. When his desire had burst within her he withdrew, leaving her aching with her lack of satisfaction.

  Skye shuddered with actual physical pain. Her own desire was high, and she did not know how to satisfy it. She knew that Kedar had done this to her deliberately, to teach her that he was the master and she the slave. With a frustrated sob she began to weep softly, unable to contain herself. Her cries brought her mercy, for his ego was instantly gratified by her tears.

  He rolled her onto her back again, and gently caressed her belly, but rather than ease her sexual tension the seductive motion only increased it. With a wicked smile he leaned across her to the gold basket and drew forth an object. “Here,” he said, “this will ease your suffering, my beautiful Muna,” and he pressed it into her hands.

  Skye opened her eyes, and then gasped with shock. “What is it?” she demanded of him, thrusting the thing from her.

  Kedar picked it up and looked upon it with a critical eye. “It has been made to exact specification,” he said. “It is very prized by the women in my harem. I cannot, you will understand, pleasure them all at the same time.” He let his eye move over the object again, and then said, “It is quite accurate in both size and shape, Muna. It is called a dildo. Take it in your hands, my beautiful slave, and use it. It will ease your distress.”

  Skye looked upon the dildo as if it were a viper. As Kedar had said, it was shaped and sized as he was. It was carved of ivory, and complete in every detail from the circumcised head of the penis to the veins all the way down its length. At the base of the dildo had been inserted a polished wooden stick by which the user could grip it.

  “Take the ivory,” he commanded her softly.

  “No!” She was horrified.

  “Take the ivory, Muna,” he repeated, and she heard the menace in his voice.

  “Please,” she pleaded, hoping that he would relent; but she realized that if he didn’t she was going to have to obey him. She could not displease him. She had to get to Fez! She had to free Niall!

  He saw the weakening in her defiance. “Take the ivory,” he said. “I want to watch you while you use it.” His hand moved over her belly again, fanning the fires within her.

  Skye shuddered, and then she picked up the dildo with shaking fingers. She was terribly embarrassed. “I have never seen such a thing, let alone used one,” she said. “I don’t know where to begin, my lord.”

  Kedar sat up facing her, his back to the velvet-covered wall, his legs crossed tailor-fashion. Leaning forward, he pushed a pillow beneath her hips. “Open your legs,” he commanded her, and when she had complied he began to stroke and rub at the very core of her femininity. “You’re very beautiful there,” he murmured softly, his hazel eyes watching the movement of his hand on her moist sensitivity. “I possess many beautiful women in my harem, but I have never seen any woman as fair as you in so many ways. I would have all of you, my fair Muna.”

  Skye shuddered again as his clever fingers stoked her fires. Her instinct was to flee from this man, this terrible man who indeed wanted all of her, even that which she had never given to any man. It was a dangerous game she had elected to play, and now there was no going back. His fingers were having the desired effect, and she moaned low in her passion. “Please, my lord, please take me,” she begged him, knowing that he would refuse, would impress his iron will on her.

  “Use the ivory!” came the excited command. “Use the ivory!”

  “Please, my lord! Not that! You take me!” There was a frantic sound to her voice, and Kedar smiled to himself.

  “Use the ivory, Muna! I am the ivory, and I command it!” Allah! he thought. The sight of her sweet sex aroused and honied and eager inflamed him more than he had anticipated. Still, he would force her to his will lest she believe she could control and wheedle him at her desire.

  Drawing a deep breath, Skye thrust the ivory into her body, gasping as the smooth, cold length of it slid into her. Through her half-closed eyes she could see Kedar watching her with obvious enjoyment, his hazel eyes darting from her face to her hands as they worked the dildo. The ivory did nothing to ease her discomfort, but still she moaned and thrashed her head about, knowing he expected a good show. Kedar, however, was not entirely fooled. He could see that the dildo was not having the effect that he had hoped for, and so he leaned forward once again to tease the pink pearl of her womanhood. It was as if he had touched her with fire. Her hands fell from the ivory as she moaned in earnest this time, and Kedar took up where she had left off, one hand playing with her tiny jewel, the other working the ivory dildo. She quickly cried out her release, and he immediately withdrew the dildo from her. />
  “There, beautiful Muna, that was not so terrible,” he purred at her, fondling her quivering breasts. “Now I shall reward you, my exquisite, blue-eyed slave. You have been very good, beautiful Muna; very, very good.” Kedar slid his hard body over Skye, and drove into her. “There, my pet, is that not better? I should not spoil you, but I cannot resist you at this moment.”

  She had barely descended from the mountain only to have him once more force her back up it. She whimpered a small protest that made him laugh softly, and then his mouth was closing over hers in a searing kiss. Again the panic gripped her as she felt herself out of control, but Kedar was not aware of her fear. He parted her lips and sucked upon her tongue while his lean hips thrust again and again until they both reached perfection.

  He had swept her along with his own passion, and now she lay panting and drained. The fear had left her when he had released her. He lay next to her now, equally spent, his breathing ragged. Finally he said hoarsely, “Dear Allah, how you have destroyed me, Muna! Go now and leave me, exquisite slave. I would rest.”

  Skye could barely drag herself from the couch, but she knew that she had to get out of the room. She needed to be by herself in order to recover her own strength. On shaking legs she slowly exited, having first gathered up her pantaloons and bolero and quickly dressed. Stumblingly she made her way back to the women’s quarters in another wing of the house, and finding her own rooms, she fell across her bed, instantly asleep from the strain and shock. Sleep was the best medicine for her, thought Osman, who had been visiting his wife, and had seen Skye as she passed by Alima’s rooms.

  The famous astrologer went to his library and, seating himself comfortably, began to contemplate the entire situation. He knew the kind of man that his nephew was, but he also knew that Skye was strong enough to survive Kedar’s carnality. In the two days since Skye had arrived back in Algiers he had completely done her natal chart, as well as that of Niall Burke. Lord Burke’s had been quite straightforward, but Skye’s chart was amazing; according to his calculations, she had barely begun to live. It would not, however, be all to her liking; but then she had a strong and old soul. Skye O’Malley would survive, whatever the odds.