Sold To The Sheik

by Alexx Andria

  My gaze flicked to the women lounging together on a chaise watching us avidly and he followed my gaze. He graced them with an indulgent smile. “All my women are special to me for different reasons.” He returned to me. “But you, my pet, stir something I cannot define inside me. It is this unknown I wish to explore. However, first, business must be attended.” He gestured to the hulking man standing at the ready. “Please take the lovely Miss Layla to be fitted for her collar.”

  I balked. “I’m not going to wear a collar.”

  “You will do whatever I demand. You belong to me. And all my pretty pets wear beautiful jeweled collars befitting their station.” He paused and crooked his finger at the women. They eagerly popped from their positions and sank to their knees before him, their heads bowed. He tapped Belinda on the crown and she gazed up at him with total adoration. It was then I realized what I’d assumed were ornate chokers were actually collars and I shrank against the headboard, shaking my head. I couldn’t do that — couldn’t be collared like an animal. Please no! Omar caressed Belinda’s jaw and smiled down at her with warmth, then returned to me, his eyes hard, and said to the woman at his feet, “Belinda, my sweet…show my newest pet how I like my cock sucked.”

  Without hesitation, Belinda undid the belt encircling his waist and gently released his erect member. It sprang free, bold and hard, stabbing toward Belinda’s open mouth. I watched in shock as Omar threaded his fingers through her dark tresses and jammed his cock into her mouth until it surely banged the back of her throat. My cheeks heated at the obscene display but I couldn’t look away. She slid her plump lips over the crown of his erection, sucking hard and groaning as if it gave her just as much pleasure as him to suck him off. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and worked him until his hips began to flex against her, pumping into her mouth as if he were plunging his cock into her folds. “That’s it, sweet pet,” he murmured in a sultry tone, obviously enjoying the view of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth covered in her saliva. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut and block out what I was seeing but a slow, pervasive warmth had begun to steal into my bones, starting at the pit of my stomach and spreading south. My breathing became shallow and I was caught between two divergent desires: one to make it stop and another wanting more. I was horrified by my reaction to this degradation, sickened to the morrow of my bones that I would suffer even a flicker of desire at such a display. Omar’s moan sent tendrils of something I couldn’t define twisting through me, dragging me closer to that part of myself that I didn’t want to acknowledge. Lord save me, I was becoming aroused! I forced my eyes shut, to deny myself this sick pleasure, but the carnal sound of sucking and Omar’s grunts popped my eyes once again just in time to watch Omar cum down Belinda’s throat.

  “That’s it, my lovely! Take it all! Take my seed, my beautiful little whore,” Omar demanded in a harsh cry. “Yessss!”

  Belinda’s throat worked to swallow what he’d poured into her mouth and then when she’d finished every drop, she lovingly and gently cleaned his cock with her tongue before rocking back on her heels and lowering her head once more. Omar, a small satisfied smile on his face, tucked his cock away and turned to me. “You see, Belinda has learned her place in life. And she is rewarded for her good and obedient behavior with treats and beautiful baubles.” He glanced at his man. “See to it Belinda receives her choice in jewels from my vault.”

  “It will be done,” the man responded in a deep, gravely voice that boomed from his barrel chest.

  I swallowed, unable to look at him after what I’d seen. Belinda, Cassie, Scarlet…they were nothing more than sex slaves he kept in a gilded cage and he expected me to join them? I’d rather die. “I don’t want trinkets,” I whispered. “I want to go home.”

  “This is your home now.”

  “No. This is a cage and you’re a monster,” I shot back hotly. Maybe he would twist my head from my shoulders and this nightmare would end. One could hope. “And you can go fuck yourself if you think I’m wearing a collar like some animal.”

  My declaration sucked wild gasps of horror from the girls as they watched me self-destruct right before their eyes. Unlike me, they remained silent. Tears welled behind my lids and I ground them out with a look of open defiance. I was lost in a strange land, captive to a frighteningly handsome stranger — I would cling to my dignity with my fingernails. If he thought he’d purchased a docile girl who would scrape and bow at his beck and call, or suck his dick when he snapped his fingers, he was going to suffer buyer’s remorse because I’d rather slit my own wrists than live like some mindless sexbot.

  Omar’s gaze narrowed as he considered my stance, noting with that sharp stare my tilted, stubborn jaw and eyes that flashed a promise of murder or suicide — whichever seemed the best course of action — and a slow, feral smile tipped his lips that caused a shiver to rock my spine, only I wasn’t entirely sure if the motion was prompted by fear or something else far more insidious.

  “Tonight, you will wear my collar. It will be heavy with crusted jewels so that with each movement you will feel the weight of my power over you. It will be tight, reminding you that I hold your life in my hands and if it pleases me, I could squeeze the air from your throat. And, you will wear nothing but my collar until it pleases me otherwise.”

  Suddenly, the diaphanous, thin covering was preferable to his alternative. I clutched at my breasts, trying to cover them from his greedy stare, but it was pointless. His stare seemed powerful enough to burn through the cloth with ease. I felt stripped bare already. A slow, warm trickle spread between my legs, horrifying me. I clenched my knees together, but the squeezing only intensified the low pulsing that refused to stop. I glared at him, hating that somehow he’d made my body react this way when I plainly hated him and everything he stood for.

  When I remained silent but curled in a tight ball, he said in a measured tone that sent a warning shiver down my spine. “However,” he paused, regarding me with a calculated stare as if working out a math problem in his head. “In the past I have been known to brand unruly pets. It’s painful and not my preferred method but you will find I am a firm Master and one not to be trifled with. I will give you the choice. Brand or collar?”

  I caught the worried stares of the girls as they awaited my answer. Their concern for me dulled the razor’s edge of reckless abandonment taking control of my mouth and I answered in a barely audible whisper, “Collar.”

  He smiled, pleased. “I look forward to seeing you in nothing but jewels, my lovely girl. And tonight…” his eyes seemed to darken even further until I was certain he was a demon and not simply a depraved man with more money than God as he said, “I will pluck the cherry I paid good money to take.”

  I bit my lip to keep it from trembling.

  “Take her,” he directed and the big servant pulled me none too gently from the bed. I kicked and thrashed but ultimately, it did little to stop or deter him. I felt like a rag doll being dragged by a gorilla. I sent one last pleading look at the girls before the door shut behind me.

  Seconds later, the sound of high-pitched giggles and breathy sighs followed me as I was pulled down the long hallway.

  Night had fallen on the foreign land and all around me strange sounds reminded me that I was far from home. The scent of jasmine teased my nose as it drifted from the gardens below and although it was a pleasant smell, nothing could rouse me from my current state of mind.

  My fingers plucked at the hateful circlet of jewels scraping against my neck as the cool breeze danced across my exposed skin. Omar was as good as his word; I’d been fitted for my collar and then stripped before returning me to this room alone. I’d thought to wrap myself in a silken sheet but my move had been anticipated and every shred of free cloth had been removed. The room was starkly bare aside from the massive bed and the heavy ornate furnishings. I shivered but not because of a chill. The wild beat of my heart kept time with the rush of adrenalin that tingled in my limbs when I dared to think of wha
t was to come and my breath caught in my throat when I jumped at each foreign noise in the gathering darkness.

  It seemed a lifetime ago that I’d been a headstrong, confident young woman on the brink of what I’d thought was going to be a grand adventure. A sob felt trapped in my chest when I let my thoughts wander too closely to the edge of what had been. Would I never return home? Were my parents frantic with worry? I couldn’t stand the thought of my loved ones in pain. Tears glistened on my cheek but I didn’t bother wiping them away. If he wanted my virginity, then he could have my tears as well. It was a package deal.

  “You are breathtaking.”

  I startled at his soft voice at my back. I didn’t turn around, but focused my stare out the wide window, wishing I were a bird so I could fly away. I was beyond the point of trying to hide my nakedness; it’d been hours since I’d been collared and stripped, another way he sought to drive home the point that I was his possession.

  I heard his footfall as his moved closer. The slither of his silken pants echoed in my mind and I found it hard to breathe.

  “Your silhouette in the moonlight is something out of a dream. Your body was created by Allah for me alone,” he murmured, trailing his fingers lightly down the column of my spine until he reached where my tailbone met my lower back. I fought the shudder that traveled from my toes to the top of my head. I closed my eyes, hating the seductive nature of his voice and touch; I would rather he simply play true to what he really was, rather than attempt seduction. He exclaimed softly at the softness of my skin and even dared to slide one finger gently between the crack of my two halves. I stiffened and he chuckled. “Do not fret, my sweet. Your rosebud is not what I require this night.” Before I could relax, he stepped closer to whisper in my ear, “But I will have it. There is nothing I enjoy more than the first time in a virgin’s ass; the way the flesh clenches tightly around the cock in protest but then slowly yields to the assault to open like the lotus is the ultimate carnal dance…and I will take that dance with you, my pet. That’s a promise.” He stepped away, his voice suddenly sharp. “Turn around so that I may look upon your breasts.”

  I squeezed my eyes tighter, wishing I was anywhere but here; wishing I were back in my country studying something excruciatingly dull such as trigonometry; but mostly, desperately wishing his voice at my ear hadn’t caused my private parts to slick with warm moisture. Against my will, I turned slowly but I refused to meet his gaze. I stared at a point just beyond his shoulder. He may touch my body but he would not have me.

  His sharp inhale surprised me and I raised startled eyes to his in spite of my previous vow to let nothing of him touch me inside. He came forward, his hands cupping my breasts and filling his hands with the weighty flesh. “Exquisite,” he murmured with open joy. “Such creamy skin without a single blemish.”

  I couldn’t stand his open assessment of my body nor the possessive feel of his hands touching me with such pleasure and quickly raised my hands to cover my breasts but I was stopped by a single, sharp word uttered in warning.

  “No.”

  I bit back a cry of helplessness and clenched my hands at my side. He saw my rigid stance and took a step away. “You will yield to me,” he stated matter-of-fact. “You would save yourself much pain and suffering if you would yield sweetly rather than my forcing your submission.”

  “I’m not like your other girls. I will never yield willingly.”

  “I know you are not like my other pets. I did not want more of the same.” He walked away, crooking his finger at me to follow. When I hesitated, he stopped and growled a warning. “I can make this evening unpleasant or pleasurable…which shall it be?”

  I wavered, unsure how he thought I would ever enjoy anything he could do to me, but I didn’t want to test how unpleasant he could make things so I grudgingly followed. The collar felt as if it were weighing me down, crushing my soul, which was exactly what he’d wanted when he’d forced me to wear the awful thing, the foreign bastard. “I will hate anything you do to me,” I said, unwilling to let him believe I would ever be a docile pet.

  “We shall see,” he said cryptically as he went to the chaise lounge and sank into it. The way he sprawled across the chaise was frankly suggestive and even in the soft light I could see the outline of his enormous erection. I blushed and looked away but not before he caught where my stare had drifted. He loosened the drawstrings to his silken pants and before I could gasp a protest, his cock was in his palm.

  “Oh God,” I squeaked, covering my face with my hands. “Put it away, please!”

  “Come. Kneel beside me, pet,” he directed firmly, expecting my obedience. When I refused, he rose swiftly and buried his hand in my hair, forcing me to my knees. I cried out as his pants dropped to the floor and his engorged member slapped my cheek. The warm head was smooth and as silky as the pants he’d just discarded. He was devoid of hair, smooth as granite everywhere. “A gentle hand is doing you no favors,” he observed, his hand still painfully clutched tight against my scalp, causing fresh tears to spring to my eyes. He thrust his hips and his cock nudged at my mouth even as I seamed my lips shut. He smelled of clean, male skin yet the faint musky odor that clung to the soft, tender area between his thighs did strange things to my insides. “You are mine. Do you hear me? Take my cock in your mouth. Now.” When I staged a mute protest, glaring at him through a sheen of tears, he pulled harder against my scalp and I yelped. “I am your Master. You will live and breathe for my pleasure. Now, take my cock and suck it or I will introduce you to punishment without the benefit of pleasure. I promise you I can make you beg for mercy and wish you were dead.”

  “I hate you,” I whispered.

  His gaze hardened. “Then it will not matter if I take you like a whore your first time.” He thrust me away from him and I stumbled onto my rear. He didn’t watch to see where I landed. Instead he strode to a tall cabinet and pulled it open. “American girls are spoiled by an overdeveloped sense of self, but the irony is that most never truly discover their true identities until it is forced upon them by circumstance.” He closed the cabinet and turned around, holding a wicked looking whip and restraints.

  “Noooo,” I shrieked, scrambling to my feet but he was faster than me. Within seconds, my hands were wrenched behind my back and tied tightly. He scooped me into his arms even though I kicked and thrashed in an attempt to get away. “Please, no!” I begged, gulping back frightened mewling noises rising in the back of my throat.

  He ignored my pleas and tossed me to the bed. I landed on my stomach with an oompfh but before I could roll to my back, he was straddling me. His cock nudged at my back door and I shrieked against the fear he might sodomize me as punishment. “Shhh,” he crooned softly. “You want this my pet. You just don’t know it yet.”

  I shook my head vehemently. “I don’t. I swear I don’t!”

  “Your body says otherwise,” he said, sliding his hand down my crack and moving to the damp slit between my thighs. I groaned, hating that my hips wanted to lift to give him better access. I choked back my cry of embarrassment as he slipped a single finger into my strangely aching folds. A wild pulsing had begun to thrum inside me, making a mockery of my protests. I was overwhelmed by the contradictory feelings cascading through me, ruining my self-respect and shattering my dignity. I moaned as his finger went deeper and that warm, slippery sensations inside me intensified. He withdrew his finger and I turned my head in time to see him pop his finger into his mouth, tasting my essence. I shuddered and looked away, my cheeks hot.

  He leaned forward, his cock pressing against my rear, as he murmured against my neck, “You taste like sweet honey. I can’t wait to bury my tongue in your slick wetness. Shall I make you cum before I take your maidenhead? Do you deserve to cum? No, you do not,” he answered firmly but admitted with a tinge of irritation. “But I confess, your taste and smell are a wicked temptation. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a woman. For your insolence, I should fuck you so hard that you can’t walk f
or days. I want to plow through your slick heat and make it truly mine in a way that is raw and primal but fortunately, for you, I am no randy boy. I can control myself long enough to fuck you properly. Would you like me to fuck you nicely or take you like a whore?”

  I buried my face in the bed, afraid to answer. I didn’t know what I wanted. All I knew was that I was shamed by the realization that my body refused to listen to my brain and it simply wanted to feel something fill it. I squirmed as he climbed off me and rolled me to my back. It was uncomfortable lying on my hands but as his eyes glazed at the sight of my breasts heaving with each breath, I realized I liked the power I had over him as much as he liked his power over me. My belly trembled as he spread my legs to his gaze. Madame CoCo had waxed every pubic hair from my mound — openly delighting in the pain she’d caused — but it was apparent that Omar approved of my bare folds.

  “Sweet Allah, you are perfection,” he murmured, hooking my legs over his shoulders and drawing my hot center to his greedy mouth. I gulped in tight, shallow breaths, horrified and aroused at the same time. Seeing myself completely at his mercy, my legs thrown over his shoulders as his face lowered to my quivering folds ignited something new and foreign inside me. A loud moan escaped me the second his quick and clever tongue delved inside me, searching and finding that burning, swollen centerpiece at my core, demanding his attention. His firm hands gripped the flesh of my behind, pulling me to him so that no matter how hard I squirmed, I was helpless to evade the marauding assault of his wet and wiggling tongue. He moved in slow, assured swipes across my clitoris, teasing another mewling sound from my lips as I sank further into a dark place where I became simply a flesh and blood woman sliding beneath the waves of complete and utter obliteration. His finger entered me while his tongue worked devilish circles of building pleasure and my hips actually yearned to press harder against his mouth, silently begging for more. Something big was welling inside me, as my heartrate quickened and my breath became an urgent pant.