The Sultan's Bride

by Ariadne Wayne

  ‘You are mine Catherine, mine and no others,’ he said, laying her back onto the mattress. Lying on her side he snuggled in behind her, his hand roaming over her body, stroking her breasts and moving his fingers towards her clit again.

  It was irritated by now and she almost told him to leave it alone but it would have been no use, he wanted her again and his skilled fingers made short work of it. ‘It’s going to be a long night,’ he whispered, ‘My birthday gift to you.’

  Chapter 12

  It had been a long night five times he had entered her, her body exhausted from the demands he had put on it but he insisted that she would grow accustomed to it. No sooner had she fallen asleep finally, then it seemed like she was wakened again.

  There were men in the bed chamber, they had arrived at some point in the morning and the Sultan had left the bed to speak with them. She lay naked in the bed, partially uncovered and when he woke her up she realised to her horror that they had seen her.

  She was told to put something on and given some clothes to wear. Trying her best to get dressed without revealing her body too much the Sultan laughed and told her that soon enough she would have to remove the clothes and his councillors would see her anyway.

  When she was ready she joined him in another part of the bed chamber while the sheets were inspected for her blood. The councillors satisfied, they then performed the marriage ceremony. Catherine played a very small part in that, other than agreeing to the marriage all the words that were said came from the Sultan and then when it was done he took her back to the bed.

  ‘Now we must consummate our marriage,’ he said, ‘remove your clothes.’

  She froze. ‘My Lord, does what they’ve seen not prove we’ve lain together?’

  He laughed. ‘They must see the deed Catherine. Last night’s efforts mean nothing if we have not been together after the marriage takes place.’

  ‘Now, if you do not remove your clothes then I will,’ he said. She looked down and slowly removed her clothes while he did the same. Naked, he guided her back to the bed where he lay her down on her back, fondling her breasts and fingering her until he was satisfied she was wet enough for him to enter.

  Tender after the previous night’s efforts she winced audibly as he entered her and received a grunt showing his displeasure in response to the noise. ‘I am sorry my love,’ she whispered, ‘You used me well last night and I am but a little sore.’

  At her choice of words he smiled. ‘Am I really your love Catherine? Can you love me as a wife should love her husband?’

  ‘Yes My Lord, of course.’

  ‘If you ever do that again I will punish you and I don’t care if anyone is watching.’

  Slowly he thrust, and the councillors gathered close to the bed to watch. Catherine tried to hide her face from their looks but the Sultan stopped her. ‘I could give you to any of them Catherine, you belong to me now and if I must teach you a lesson I will,’ he whispered in her ear.

  He lifted one of her legs to push in deeper and to give the councillors a better view of her. There was a murmuring of approval and more than one of them began to touch himself. The Sultan laughed. ‘There have not been many of my brides that have incited that reaction.’

  There was one who stood a small distance from the others, watching but almost trying not to. He caught Catherine’s eye and for a moment she saw the pity in his eyes, as he knew it had not been her choice.

  When the Sultan was done he sent them away, they had seen what they needed to.

  ‘You must go to the harem now, bathe and dress. The women will take care of you for the day and then you can return to my bed tonight. I intend to take my pleasure of you as often as I can my Catherine.’

  She nodded and he indicated she should get off the bed and dress before calling for a guard to escort her to the harem.

  Irina was the first to see her as she entered her face ashen and went to her, wrapping her arms around her, unsure why she was in the harem. ‘Sweetheart, you know you’re not meant to be in here without the express permission of the Sultan. What has happened Catherine, has Arif done something?’

  Through her tears Catherine whispered, ‘I am here because I am now part of the harem, the Sultan has married me this morning.’

  Irina gasped. ‘He did not tell me of his plans to make you his bride, it was always understood you would be Arif’s.’

  Catherine shook, her tears now spilling down her face and the woman held her closer. ‘I am sorry Catherine; it would appear our plans for your future have now changed. There is no going back now.’ The young woman nodded, knowing her fate had been sealed even before she had stepped into the Sultans’ private rooms.

  Irina sighed. ‘Arif will be angry too, he is very much in love with you. Tell me Catherine, did you enjoy the Sultan’s attentions?’

  Catherine shrugged. ‘I am conflicted, I did not want to like him touching me but I could not help the way my body responded. I do not know whether to be happy or ashamed.’

  The Sultana smiled. ‘He has that effect on women. I know that it’s hard but now that it has happened you must feel blessed to have taken him as your husband. If you please him Catherine, he will take good care of you, we will help teach you.’

  She summoned two of the women. ‘Please make sure Catherine is bathed and taken care of, she will need much love from us to get her through the coming days.’ They nodded and guided Catherine away to the bathing pool while the angry Irina tried to work out how to tell her son.

  Chapter 13

  Arif was furious as his mother had predicted. ‘How dare he take her, she was mine’ he whined.

  ‘It is too late now,’ she said quietly, ‘you would be best to hold your tongue Arif, your father would not take kindly to your reaction.’

  ‘Catherine was to be mine mother; I think I am entitled to be angry about the loss of her. My father should not have done this.’

  ‘Even so, your father will find you another, I’m sorry my love but she belongs to him now.’

  In the harem Catherine was feeling better soaking in the warm, scented water. The Sultan had been quite rough with her and her aches and pains melted away in the heat. The pain in her heart was still there, she would never be Arif’s wife now.

  The women sponged her down gently, and she closed her eyes, opening them wide when one of the women took her nipple in her mouth and gently played her tongue around it. The woman on the other side followed suit and Catherine was lost when a hand found its way between her legs and gently started rubbing her swelling clit.

  She let herself go into the attention being paid to her tired, aching body parts. When she arched her back in climax the women let go and left her to soak in the water. She was one of them now.

  Afterwards they helped her dry off and put a clean shift on her, the light fabric ones they wore that were translucent, the type they would wear if summoned by the Sultan showing off their bodies and she was lain down on a large bed, soft and welcoming.

  Tired she closed her eyes again but loving hands caressed her and her shift was pulled up to reveal her lower body. Fingers and tongues slowly, gently covered her and she felt something hard slipped inside her. Looking down she locked eyes with Eve before seeing her gently sliding into Catherine a long wooden phallus.

  She thrust her hips up to meet it and her shift was pulled up further, over her breasts where loving lips enclosed her nipples and sucked gently at them. Instead of the horror she’d faced last night of her body betraying her, she let them do what they wanted with her feeling the love they all shared for each other. A love that now extended to her.

  Briefly she wondered what kind of introduction they had had to life with the Sultan, had they all been through a night as she had where her body had given him everything he’d asked of it and had ached from the enthusiasm he’d shown for her?

  If this was how life in the harem was going to be perhaps it would not be that bad she thought. She had always been told the harem wome
n loved each other, now she could see how much they shared.

  After some time they pulled away from her, pulling her shift back down and patting her gently to urge her to get some rest. Eve lay beside her and wrapped her arms around Catherine. ‘Don’t be sad Catherine, you are with us now and we love you,’ she said.

  ‘I saw you once with the Sultan,’ Catherine whispered, ‘you were so beautiful. I admired you a great deal.’

  Eve smiled. ‘He called me Catherine once. I think he has been planning to take you as a wife for some time now. We will take care of you now.’

  Sleep came easily, and she was soon dreaming of another life, one with Arif.

  Arif had gone to his father against his mother’s wishes to protest against the woman he loved being taken from him. Wearily his father admitted him, knowing the young man would be upset.

  ‘Catherine belongs to me now,’ he said, ‘There will be no more discussion.’

  Arif frowned. ‘If I am to be Sultan one day I must have a bride with good breeding, she was selected for me was she not?’

  The sultan looked at him. ‘Originally she was but my plans changed, she became desirous to me and I chose to take her as a wife. Don’t be upset Arif, there are plenty more women out there for you to have, does the slave girl I sent you to teach you about the pleasures of the flesh not please you?’

  Arif looked back indignantly. ‘She is but a slave, not wife material.’

  ‘Did you tell Catherine about her?’

  Arif looked at his feet. ‘Not everything father, I did not see that it was any business of hers.’

  ‘So you have kept that young woman in your bed every night without telling your beloved. Perhaps I should tell her.’ He grinned.

  The look of shock on Arif’s face made his father laugh. ‘Come son, you are young. There will be plenty more women and soon enough you will have a harem full.’

  ‘She was mine,’ the young man said, pouting.

  His father grew impatient. ‘And she now occupies my bed.’

  Arif excused himself from the Sultan’s rooms trying to work through it all in his head and think of a way to get Catherine back for himself.

  Chapter 14

  Later that evening the Sultan called for Catherine again. This time she went through the secret passage linking the harem to his private rooms was now dressed as one of his wives. From now on she would not be allowed outside the harem without his express permission.

  ‘Catherine,’ he murmured as she arrived, admiring the change in clothing as he could now see her firm breasts and the dark triangle of hair above her legs through the shift.

  ‘My Lord,’ she responded.

  ‘Come and sit with me, my love.’

  She sat on the end of the bed with him and he removed his robe, revealing his already erect cock. ‘Just the thought of your body makes mine respond like this,’ he said softly, ‘Remove your shift and touch me.’

  Following his instructions, she took his cock in her hand. ‘Feel how hard it is, I want you to learn how to look after me the way I took care of you last night.’ Puzzled she slid her hand down, not really sure what to do. He moaned. ‘That is it my love, we are off to a good start. Now caress me, explore me.’

  Her fingers ran over the length of his cock up and down, her thumb running over the tip. He squirmed at the sensation. ‘Oh yes Catherine. Now lick it, take me in your mouth.’

  Unsure she paused and he pushed at her head, ‘Take my cock in your lips and suck.’ Slowly she bent over, placing her mouth over him and slid down. He groaned again ‘Use your tongue my love, lick and suck and take me in your throat.’

  Growing in confidence she moved up and down the shaft, her tongue and lips moving all over him. Leaning back he put his hand on the back of her head, guiding her until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She gagged and he laughed. ‘You will get used to it my Catherine.’

  Reaching forward with his free hand he pinched her nipples hard and she flinched and scraped him with her teeth. He thrust forward into her mouth and pinched her again before fondling her breasts with his hands.

  As his climax grew he thrust harder and she struggled to keep her composure but stopped herself from pushing off him as his cock went deeper into her throat. Finally the warm fluid filled the back of her mouth and she heard him say ‘Swallow, my love. I have blessed you with my seed and now I will return the favour of your attentions.’

  Now she was sitting up he could reach between her legs. Feeling his pleasure build he found her soaking wet and it pleased him. ‘My darling one, you are so ready for me to enter you.’ Pushing his fingers inside her she gasped.

  Inside again her emotions churned, the Sultan was handsome, and wanted her but she still had feelings for Arif. She would have to leave those behind, she decided. There was no going back now.

  So she lay back when the Sultan told her to and gave her body to him again, his fingers pushing deep inside her, exciting him again. Without him saying a word she took his cock in her hand again and began to stroke it. Her nipples were licked and pulled in response which only made her even more wet and she began to thrust against his fingers.

  Delighted he bit down on her breasts taking little nips of the skin with his teeth as her own fluids covered his waiting hand and he fingered her into oblivion. Her womb pulsated with the orgasm and she pushed herself down hard on his fingers, aching for more.

  Grinning, he obliged, spreading her legs further apart and thrusting into her hard. She cried out, filled by his cock and moved her hips so her clit was rubbed by it. Licking his fingers he kissed her. ‘Taste yourself my love, see how good you taste.’

  The taste of her own sex pushed her over the top and she thrust harder, driving him deeper into her aching cunt and then suddenly together they exploded with loud groans. ‘And now I fill your womb. I am so pleased I took you to my bed Catherine, you are proving to be most enthusiastic now.’

  Taking his hand she continued to lick and suck his fingers and he groaned again. ‘I am happy I please you my Lord,’ she murmured.

  ‘Oh you do my love, you do.’

  She looked at him, her eyes hazed over with desire. ‘Teach me my lord, I want to learn.’

  The Sultan grinned. ‘Of course my love.’

  Chapter 15

  When the morning came he sent her back to the harem. Tired from her exertions the night before she went to the bathing room and soaked herself in the warm water before lying down to sleep. It was still, all the women were sleeping and soon Catherine joined them.

  A hand stroked her cheek and in her sleep she dreamed of Arif and sighed, calling his name softly. ‘I’m happy you’re thinking of me my love,’ a voice whispered in her ear which she thought at first part of her dream. Her eyes snapped open when she realised that it wasn’t.

  Arif sat beside her, his finger over his lips indicating she should be quiet. ‘You are not supposed to be here Arif,’ she whispered, ‘You must leave before someone sees you.’

  He smiled. ‘Beloved, I have come to take you away from here. We will run, get to the coast and find a ship to England where I will return you to your family and we can marry.’

  She shook her head. ‘We will get caught Arif, your father will punish us both. You must leave before we are caught. There is terrible danger in what you suggest.’

  Reaching out, he stroked her face again. ‘Oh my love, I thought you might resist.’

  Arif pressed a cloth to her face and her protests were muted by his hand, her eyes rolled back in her head and any sound stopped. He hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her back out the secret door he had entered the harem through.

  Omar was waiting with a horse and helped Arif put Catherine onto its back before helping him up.

  ‘Thank you for helping us,’ Arif said quietly.

  ‘Just get her back to her mother. You are my best hope to return her to Sarah.’ Arif nodded.

  He set off on the horse at a steady pace, it was s
till early and the sun was just peeking over the hills. The more distance between them and the palace the better.

  They had been travelling an hour when she woke. Disorientated, she nearly fell off the horse but he held her tight. ‘Where are we?’ she asked.

  ‘Making good time, they will have discovered your absence by now and will be following.’

  ‘Can we really do this?’ she asked, looking back at him.

  ‘We can,’ he said with a smile, ‘And will. You are dripping in jewels my darling; they will buy anything we want. We can do anything.’ He kissed her and she nestled back into him.

  ‘Arif, we need to find new clothing for me, I can’t go anywhere public looking like this’

  He laughed. ‘I have some clothes in my bag, once we find somewhere safe and private to stop then we will, in the meantime there’s a lot of empty space between us and where we’re going’

  His hands slid up her body and he felt her breasts through the thin fabric of the shift she was wearing, her nipples erect in his hands. Steadying himself with one hand he slid the other under the base of the shift and found her clit, gently rubbing while she arched her back. He let go as the need to hold on the horse was more urgent and she laughed and rested against him.

  After a few hours he felt they were far enough away to stop and they found a shaded spot off the road, having left the desert behind some time ago. Having taken some clothes from his bag, she pulled her shift over her head. Before she could put on the other clothes Arif grabbed her from behind and pulled her to the ground laughing.

  ‘Not so fast my little love,’ he murmured, his hands touching her intimately and making her growl in delight.

  ‘Arif, I must dress and we must keep going. You know we need to get as far away as possible before our absence is discovered.’