by Mya Larose
“Yes! Fuck me, please.”
“God have mercy on me for what I’m about to do,” she heard him grunt.
Why did he mention God all the time? Oh yes! He was supposed to be her Ottoman Prince. Then she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her dripping pussy. She wanted it so badly, like her second breath. “Please don’t stop, I need you,” she moaned.
“Please, tell me you want it as much.”
She lost all sense of speech when he began to rub his cock up and down her slit, teasing her and taunting her. Every movement made her want to pull him right down on top of her.
“Are you certain, Kadin?” he repeated breathlessly.
She could only nod her head up and down He slowly began to push himself inside of her, a little deeper with each stroke. Her pussy started to weep with her juice as he began to move even faster. She felt his finger gliding down between their bodies to get to her clit and slowly begin to rub it. Her moan became gradually louder with the intensity of her climax.
Suddenly, she woke up and looked above her to see the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. He was her dream man. How could it even be possible? She looked down, their bodies still joined, and screamed.
“Oh my God! It wasn’t a dream,” she squealed hysterically. Looking around her, she remembered what had happened.
She pushed the man away from her and covered herself. “What did you do? You fucked me while I was sleeping,” she accused.
He rose swiftly from her and knelt at her feet. “I took what was offered to me, Kadin. I never forced a woman,” he simply replied.
Like a flashback, she remembered everything. She was in her car on her way to meet Yasemin when she felt dizzy and her car crashed. She looked around her, from the door to her right, to the fireplace on her left. Where exactly was she? The decoration of the room seemed so old, like in medieval times, exactly like in her dream. She sure wasn’t in the wreck of her car, she thought, and shook her head. She held her it between her hands. She felt dizzy.
She turned back to the strange man. He was so tall, she had to tilt her head back to look at him. He was maybe over six feet and his hair was as black as his eyes. His gaze drilled deeply into her soul. He had wide and muscular shoulders. He kneeled on large and powerful thighs. He was absolutely gorgeous. Maybe one of the best male bodies she had ever seen. She watched him get up from the bed and silently put on some kind of robe. He stood at the foot of the bed, holding onto the golden brass frame.
“Who are you? Where are my clothes?”
She could feel his cum run out of her. Oh, God! She’d had sex with a complete stranger. And what sex! She could feel her breathing becoming faster and her pussy come to life once more.
The man tilted his head on his side like he was trying to analyze what she had just said. Could he understand her? Clenching the blanket against her chest, she tried to slow her breath and repeated her question.
“Where am I?” She rapidly looked around and eyed him back. Suddenly, he moved and came to stand by her side.
“I’m Pasha Suleyman. Son of Hasan I the Great and the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire. May God protect his soul,” he responded forcefully. Then he added with such intensity, “And you belong to me from now on.”
The reflection of the fire and the brightness of the moon mirrored against his high cheeks, making his well-trimmed goatee and eyes mysterious. Then she realized what he had just said. No, no, it couldn’t be right! She was so confused. How could it be possible? She had to be sure.
With a nervous smile, she mumbled, “I didn’t know the last Sultan of Turkey was living in the Northern Ireland. Nice to meet you. Thank you for saving me from my car wreck and bringing me into your home. It’s very thoughtful.”
Did she also thank him for the great sex he just gave her? Well, it did sound that way when she thought about what she just said. However, the look of incredulity the man gave her confirmed her suspicions.
“Kadin! What are you mumbling about? Wreck? And what is this Northern Ireland you referred to? Turkey? I promise you, the Sultan isn’t the last in line. I have seven brothers in line for the throne,” he replied. “By the name of God. What’s a car?”
Lara felt the air whoosh from her lungs. She remembered the strange feeling she had before the accident, like her surroundings were dissolving around her. It couldn’t be possible and pinched herself. That really hurt! She winced. Her heart beat erratically against her chest.
“Did you just tell me that we are in the Ottoman Empire?” She gasped out in shock.
“Of course,” replied the Pasha with an offended air. “Where else would you be?”
She ignored his last comment. “What’s the date and year?”
“What?”
Her breathing began to get erratic. “I asked you the date!”
This time the Pasha looked at her strangely. “It’s the year 1521 and we are in September,” he stated.
Lara flung herself backwards on the bed. She didn’t care anymore about her nudity. She had leaped in time, more precisely into the past. She wasn’t in the United Kingdom anymore, but in old Turkey. How could it possibly happen? Why her and why now? She felt her breath leave her lungs and she began to see black dots in front of her eyes. She fainted.
Chapter 5
Walking to the fireplace and sitting on the cushions placed in front of it, Suleyman didn’t know what to make of this beautiful but crazy infidel he had just bedded. He looked at the flames flickering. He knew she was the woman of his dreams. How could he forget those beautiful masses of red hair like flames? Since he’d begun to dream about her, he couldn’t court or even bed others. It was like an invisible barrier was stopping him.
He turned his head back towards the bed and looked at the figure lying on it. Well! He now had her under his roof and in his bed. There was no chance in hell he was going to let her go from him without blood flowing, he thought as he clenched his fist. Her presence was like a sweet flower and her scent like heady nectar, and the more he drank from her source the thirstier he was.
Rubbing his hand over his face, he let out a heavy sigh. When he had started to disrobe her, he came face to face with the most minuscule undergarments he’d ever seen. Two pieces of fabric were covering her bosom and a triangle shape was covering her sweet pussy.
Closing his eyes, he recollected the last pleasure he had felt when his hard manhood was buried deep inside her wet and tight slit. He had been completely blown away.
Nevertheless, her reactions afterwards disturbed him. She’d started to act like she didn’t know where she was or how she’d ended up in his bed. What was her act? The most troubling episode was when she started to talk. Her accent confirmed his suspicions that she was from the British Empire, but the vocabulary she used was confusing. He knew it because his tutors had been British. Furthermore, her mannerisms and speech marked her as an educated woman.
She’d looked so distressed when she asked about the era they were in. What a strange question to ask Then he saw her beautiful emerald eyes rolling back and she fell into unconsciousness again.
He shook his head and tried to analyze the situation from several angles, but he came to the same conclusion. The poor woman was empty-headed, or sent to infiltrate his home by his uncle Mehmet Aga.
The Sultan’s brother was always envious of his destiny and belongings. From the rumors of poisoning, Suleyman had heard when he was small to the manipulations he’d witness when he was a young man. His uncle’s presence was like a dark blanket thrown over his mothers and siblings each time he visited the Sultan.
How could his uncle know about his dream or the woman he was dreaming about? The only person he had confessed to about his dreams was his adviser Salim. Shaking his head in refusal, he didn’t want to think that his close friend would betray him.
He raised his eyes to the ceiling. “Thank you God for sending her to me!” He prayed and rose swiftly from the cushion.
He walked back to his
bed and leaned over his sleeping beauty. He let his eyes roam over her ample bosom to her narrow waist and her shapely legs. By God, her beauty stole the very breath from his body. She was on the thin side, compared to the women of his father’s empire.
A nagging suspicion that something unusual was happening began to develop in his mind. She wasn’t like any woman he had ever met. There were also the dreams. She had appeared to him as soon as his mind wandered towards her.
By the name of God and faithful servant of his father, Sultan Hasan I, he was going to find the true purpose of this woman and how she came to be in his private chamber.
He leaned closer to her. “It’s time to open your eyes, my fair woman, and start to explain yourself,” he tried to order her.
He could see her beautiful green eyes opening slowly, and she was trying to focus on his face. Closing the last distance between them, he paused. He didn’t have the strength to resist her beauty. When she didn’t protest about his action, he kissed her.
Flames burst within his body as soon as his lips touched hers. He slowly raised his hand to caress the contour of her soft face until her lips parted, allowing him to explore the sweetness he knew was hiding there.
His common sense told him to back off and confront her with his dilemma. Ever so slowly, he broke the kiss and looked at her flushed face. He caught her looking at him with a dreamy expression on her visage. Her lips were flushed and slightly swollen. There wasn’t any sign of displeasure or embarrassment.
He knew the woman had been used before, for her maidenhead was broken before he bedded her but the thought itself appalled him. He briefly considered bedding her again to extract his answers from her.
However, he couldn’t. He turned his back and walked towards the fireplace again, but this time he stood there and stared at the flames.
He took a deep breath. “Who are you?” he asked without turning.
“My name is Lara Dunups,” she replied.
“How did you enter my domain and my bed? Who are you working for?” He didn’t hear any reply.
Suddenly he whirled, stalked back to the bed, seized her by the shoulders, pulled her out of his bed naked, and faced her. They were standing nose to nose, and he started to shake her.
“Tell me who helped you? Oh, by God, I’ll have you punished and tortured.” He growled. “I want the truth!”
“Let me go!” she yelled back. “Even if I tell you, you wouldn’t believe it,” she shouted.
The woman was playing with fire. He wasn’t going to tolerate such lies. He was the third son of the Sultan and a highly decorated general. Nobody dared to lie to him for fear of dying.
She began to fight him off. He gave her shoulders a squeeze and let go. He realised his mistake because she kicked him in the tibia. He was paralyzed, not because of the sharp pain, but because nobody dared speak to him without authorization, let alone kick him.
While he was standing still, she took the opportunity to punch him in his stomach. He didn’t realise a woman could be as strong as a man. He was actually struggling to breathe and stay upright.
“Kadin!” He roared in pain.
Taking one step forwards, he grabbed her and threw her on the floor. He didn’t like using violence on a weaker person, but that woman wasn’t. She was a mountain lion like the one he hunted, with sharp claws, he thought with admiration and respect. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Stop it, because if I call to my servant, you will be condemned to a punishment. You should know that nobody touches the sons of the sultan,” he declared, and started to stalk her.
He saw her trying to gasp some air into her lungs. She looked absolutely amazing. Her red curls hung heavily over shoulder and on her heaving bosom. Her nipples were pointing towards him like they were calling for him. Her face was flushed with the fight.
Without taking her eyes from him, she was trying to conceal herself with one arm across her breast and her opposite hand over her pussy. Her beautiful green eyes were blazing with anger like the fire roaring behind her. There wasn’t any fear or shame reflecting on her face. She just kept her chin high and her shoulders back and straight. She had the posture of a future queen, fearless and ready for battle.
Looming over her, he said, “You’re a barbarian, woman.”
“Why? Because you’re a bully and you thought that a woman of my size couldn’t defend herself? Well, here’s a newsflash, buddy, I’m not the kind of woman who’s going to take any shit from anyone, and I have honor. You can expect a fight every time you treat me like a rag doll.”
Suleyman looked down at the fierce woman who just called him out. If she was a man, she would have been dead by now. But for some reason, her words felt like she was speaking from experience. She was a fighter and right now, he thought, if she lifted her chin any higher, she would have a crookneck. He tried to keep his facial expression neutral but deep down she amazed him.
“You’re mad because I kicked your backside,” she added with a smug expression.
She was worth keeping her by his side until he found out if she was a traitor or not. His fearless Kadin was worth her weight in gold. He could feel his manhood stirring to life once more.
“Believe me, you should fear me. Don’t you talk about humor with me! The demonstration you gave me earlier on told me that you weren’t a virgin. You do not have any honor within you, Kadin, but I’m willing to forget this detail. I’m going to keep you because you satisfied me in bed.” It was his turn to be smug about it, but not for long.
“How dare you insult me? Yes, I lost my virginity years ago, but that doesn’t make me a whore. With God as my witness, if you touch me again, I’ll cut your fucking balls off,” she said menacingly.
She stood up, and with her head high, made her way back to the bed and wrapped a blanket around herself. Suleyman stood still and stared into the emptiness for a second. He immediately regretted his accusation, but he was shocked by the intensity of her threats. She also gave him an ultimatum. One he couldn’t refuse.
Chapter 6
Lara couldn’t believe the audacity of the man. She attempted to slow her breathing and to think. How dare he call her a whore? Lara felt the heat of complete embarrassment for allowing this man to touch her in the first place.
She shook her head to clear her mind. She had bigger problems to worry about. She had to find a way to go back home, she thought as she sat down on the bed with a heavy sigh. Clenching the sheet around her, she thought of the dreams she had and how similar they were. Even Suleyman’s voice was the same—low-pitched and sexy. Also, he was the main reason she was here, he had to know how to send her back, and he called for her.
Lara whirled to confront him. “You wanted to know how I came to be here. Well! Before I answer your question, can I ask you one?” He was giving her a wary glance, and he seemed to consider her request.
He sighed. “What would you like to know?” he replied.
She felt her mouth go dry. “What was your last thought before you found me in your bed?” she finally asked, hesitantly. She prayed that he would confirm her suspicion, because when she was in her car her last thought went to him.
He stayed quiet for a second. “I was thinking of you,” he murmured.
She could see that her question and his answer completely shocked him. He came towards her slowly like he was approaching a filly. Without looking at her, he sat down next to her. She could hear his rapid breathing like he had run a marathon.
Looking at his beautiful face, she asked, “Now would you like me to answer to your question? Or did you guess it?” He still wouldn’t look at her but only nodded his head.
She took a deep breath. “When you called for me, I was in some sort of transportation. I was going to meet with a girlfriend. Suddenly the roads, the dwellings, and my carriage around me vanished. Well! You know the rest,” she summed up.
She waited breathlessly for his reaction. When he turned his head and looked at her, his da
rk eyes were full of disbelief, but also belief. He slowly caressed her cheek with the tip of his fingers like he was scared of touching her. She looked at his mouth and saw it moving. She shook her head to clear her mind.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening. What did you say?”
“I said, you sound British but your accent and pronunciations are different,” he said, tilting his head to the side.
“Well! Yes, I’m British. Precisely, I’m from a place called Northern Ireland, that’s why my accent sounds strange to you.”
“Northern Ireland,” Suleyman repeated, his frown deepening. “Beloved, in this period of time, there isn’t such land as the one you referred to. However, there’s the land of Saints and scholars called Ireland. Would that be the same country? What year do you think we are in?” he asked her softly, looking into the depth of her eyes.
“The year 2013.”
He looked as if she’d slapped him, “But it’s 1521. You travelled 492 years back.”
There was a second of silence. “So you don’t know who my uncle is, then?” His question lost her.
“Huh?”
“I thought so!” He sighed heavily before continuing. She could feel his sweet breath on her cheek like a fresh breeze. She saw him swallow. “I would like to present you my apologies for the way I manhandled you. Also for insulting your virtue,” he said with a shaky voice.
“I’m sorry as well for kicking and thumping you,” she said with a contrite expression. “Believe me or not, I’m not a violent person.”
“You could have fooled me there. You’re very strong for a woman and you can fight like a man. Who trained you to fight?” he asked.
“The women in my time are taught to protect themselves,” she simply responded.
Suddenly she rose and broke the contact she had with him, but she had to move, she had to be active. Therefore, she started to march up and down the bedroom. Her mind was working overtime, so much that she began to have a headache. She rubbed her temples with her fingers.