The Sheikh's Secret

by Knight, Kylie

  After some time of this, it became impossible for him not to pull away, and I found, with some amusement, that I now had total control over my billionaire lover through the tightly-clenched joystick. I used this knowledge to steer him over to the bed, the pain of my grip on him acting as the perfect steering wheel. I lowered him onto the bed with his legs dangling over the edge, and then released him, surprised for a glimmer of a moment at how readily I had taken to my new role as a sex kitten, as generally shy and reserved as I tended to be around men in most circumstances.

  If nothing else, it was as good a proof as any of our sublime chemistry with one another...

  I smiled at the thought, and then got down on the floor on my knees, my face, naturally, eye-level with his crotch. In as tantalizing a manner as possible I reached up, and undid the brass buckle of his belt, slowly, seductively peeling the serpentine leather from the loop of his pants, and casting it casually to the floor. Then, I unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and gingerly pulled his pants down to around his knees, and brought my hands back up to do the same with his boxer shorts. I braced myself for the sight of his exposed genitals as the fabric came falling down along his legs, and sure enough his stiff cock came popping out almost instantly.

  I licked my lips lustfully at the thing, and then reached up, and allowed my fingers to collapse around the hot, molten shaft. He shuddered, and I started just tiniest bit at the heat of the thing, so scalding that it nearly burned my palm as I began to caress him, but the sensation not at all an unpleasant one- not by any stretch of the imagination...

  I proceeded to jack him off with the expertise of an old pro. He sighed heavily, and I released him once more. He tilted his head back, and closed his eyes, clearly satisfied with my efforts, and even more so, I do believe, as I brought my face into him, still touching him.

  At long last my lips pressed down against his base, and I held myself there, thrilled at the fact of his tip jabbing against the back of my throat, and somehow happy as hell that I was nearly choking on the beautiful bastard in his immensity. My lips, just barely, formed into a smile around the diameter of his penis, before returning to duty, and beginning to suck on him properly.

  Again and again and again I did this, working myself into a steady, rhythmic bob, and preparing myself for him to cum in my mouth as I sucked and sucked and sucked.

  But, as it turned out, he was far too much of a gentleman for this sort of thing- at least on the first date...

  I could feel him throbbing between my cheeks, surely within a hair's breadth of ejaculation, when suddenly I felt the touch of his hand to my chin, indicating for me to extricate himself from my mouth. Confused, perhaps even moderately disappointed, I nonetheless did as instructed, opening my mouth, and giving him one last slurp as I pulled my lips away, and dabbed away the excess of saliva from the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand.

  He pulled me up toward him, and suctioned his lips onto my own once again, surely tasting his own cock on my tongue as the two of us kissed, and the thought of it getting me wetter than hell between the thighs...

  Speaking of which, I was about to discover the area in question as his intended destination, and so my disappointment at my delivery of oral sex before ejaculation quickly gave way to anticipation.

  He peeled me out of my tight-fitting, constrictive black dress, lovingly letting his palms graze against the warmth and tightness of my curvature as he did so. The fabric flowed like liquid across the terrain of my body, slithering upward over my head, and then fluttering away altogether, leaving me standing beside him in nothing but my bra and panties- a fact which might have made me feel insecure around some other man, but which made me feel sexy as hell around my glorious new lover.

  He leaned in, continuing to kiss me, and as he did so, his hands drifted up to my shoulders, slowly peeling away the straps of my bra, and sliding them gently down along my arms. I pulled my hands from the straps obediently, and allowed the sizable cups of the thing to be slid from my breasts, giving him a bare, fully exposed view of the upper half of my body. He seized hold of my tits almost instantly, his enthusiasm for the glorious things seeming renewed upon their revelation, and the warmth of his palms descending upon them like a gift from heaven. He pushed them around and around across my chest, filling them with sensations too glorious for words, and meanwhile allowing his kisses to drip down in their direction, from my lips, to the side of my neck, and at last to the breasts themselves, which he savored like the utmost of delicacies.

  His tongue rolled and lapped around each of my considerable nipples, and his teeth sank lightly into the flesh, causing them to grow firm, erect, and to crackle with such perfect feeling that it made me cry out with happiness. And as he kissed, and drank from my bosom so fervently, his hands continued to slide their way down, down, down along my body, hooking into the lacy waistline of my panties, and peeling them down in the direction of my toes.

  Suddenly, I gasped, my eyes growing wide, and then the lids fluttering shut, as I felt his hand enter into me, the fingers hooking into the wet folds of my vagina, and pushing around the flesh of the delicate organ with expert precision. His mouth proved not far at all from following, as at last he decided he'd had his fill of my breasts for the moment, and brought his lips down to make contact with those of my pussy.

  I squealed, once again rather girlishly, and felt my body sparkle with feeling as he began to consume me. I had no idea how many women my billionaire lover had been with before me, nor had I any desire to think about the subject, but I could tell from the get-go that he was something of an expert cunnilinguist, and that every slight movement he made with his tongue was one of the utmost precision. He licked, and lapped, and swirled his tongue through the burning folds of my femininity, tossing and turning and slicing his way through my body in a fashion so fluid as to be almost playful, as enjoyable for himself, the giver, as it was for me, the receiver.

  That, however, I knew to be an outright impossibility...

  Because at that moment, such terrific sensations of pleasure were shooting through my body that I could hardly contain myself, coursing through my veins like a drug, pumping through my limbs, making me shake and scream and cry with delight, as an intense, unfathomable wave of orgasm came washing over me, leaving me dripping with sweat from head to toe.

  And it was far from over- not by a long shot...

  I slowly drifted down from the intense haze of climax, my vision gradually settling back into place, just in time to see him undressing, peeling the remainder of his clothes away like a snake shedding his skin. I had only a brief moment to admire his incredible naked body- the sculpted pecs, the sweaty, heaving washboard stomach, his bulging biceps- before he began to saunter over toward me, and such an intense look of lust in his eyes that I thought I might die by the time he got inside me.

  I felt the springs of the bed, creaking with the addition of his weight, and I felt the heat of his body as he proceeded, ever so carefully, to mount me.

  I squealed as I felt his hands on my ankles, but loved the feeling all the same of having my legs pushed back up toward my head, my ankles around my ears, and my pussy splayed wide for his consideration.

  He climbed up onto me, keeping the legs pinned in place in such a manner that it was pleasantly difficult to breathe, and so that my breasts rolled up toward my chin with the force of gravity weighing down upon them. He looked me one last time in the eyes before I closed them, bracing myself, and biting my lower lips in anticipation.

  I gasped as he entered me, my eyes springing immediately wide open once more. He pushed inside me, driving the immensity of himself up, up, up into me, inch by inch by inch of his incredible cock sliding into my body like a train pulling into a station. Finally, at long, long, long last, I felt him touch down inside me, at such a point that I felt that I might not be able to contain another ounce of his flesh should that be a necessity, and that I thought I would explode with pleasure.

  He began to grind
into me slowly, pulling his way back out of me ever so slightly, and then pushing himself back in tender at first, gentle, as though to make absolutely certain that it was as wonderful for me as it was for him- which of course it was.

  And after a few minutes of this, once he was certain that he had the clearance for it, I think- and I say this in such a manner so as not to mince words- he fucked me like an animal...

  He crammed his body into me at full blast, grinding himself into my deepest fathoms with fierce velocity, my tits jostling about like wild across my chest, the screams of ecstasy pouring like water from my open mouth.

  And, WHAM!

  With one final blast of force he hurled himself into me, holding himself in place, and our bodies bursting into an explosion of sensations. His ejaculate poured into me, pulse after pulse of his molten essence spilling into my innermost recesses, filling me up so thoroughly that it spilled back out of me onto the bedspread just as quickly as it could enter.

  I came as well, an orgasm at least ten times more intense than the first sweeping across my body, wrapping its arms around me, and squeezing as tightly as possible, my limbs twitching, my body convulsing, and the entire room seeming to disappear around me as I shook with sheer, unadulterated pleasure.

  A few weeks later, I discovered that I was pregnant...

  I cried at first, thinking that the night I had at last discovered what should have been happiness had resulted in a situation I was not at all prepared for, and certain that Arthur would want nothing to do with me once he found out. I was sure that he would either pay for me to have... A procedure- Something I wasn't at all prepared for... Or else he would simply pay me to just shut up about it and get the hell out of his life, utterly unwilling to further include me in his day to day existence in any such capacity.

  I was floored, then, when I told him the news, and found myself wrapped up in his arms, with words of the utmost joy streaming forth from his lips.

  As it turned out, he was as terrific a man as I'd suspected from the beginning, and his love for me was every bit as true as he'd professed it to be.

  The two of us made love in celebration (me, as much in relief as anything,) and I lay dozing in his arms in the sunlit afterglow, feeling relaxed and serene, as well as more certain about myself and my future than I could ever in my life recall having been...

  THE END

  Billionaire Bodyguard

  1

  From across the nightclub, April’s eyes met those of the handsome stranger’s again. And once again, she quickly returned her attention to the pink cocktail in front of her.

  It was bad enough that she had had to tell her fiancé that she was working late just to spend some time with the girls, now she found herself swapping glances with a stranger across a club that she should have outgrown years ago.

  The man sat surrounded by what she imagined were his business associates, along with their partners: tall, spindly women who looked like they had stepped straight off the catwalk of a high-end fashion show. The man himself sat alone, a part of the happenings at his table, but somewhat aloof to them, distracted, lost in his own thoughts and stolen glances in her direction.

  She glanced up to see him smiling at her and felt her lips mirroring his. His fingers were wrapped around a glass of whiskey on the rocks, but he barely seemed to touch the drink. The ice had all but melted and the condensation trickled down the outside of the glass, moistening his fingers. He seemed completely oblivious to this.

  “You’re totally checking out the guy in the suit, aren’t you?” said Marisa.

  “What? No!” said April, but Marisa seemed to have the uncanny ability to read her mind, so denying it was pointless. “He is cute though, isn’t he?”

  “He must like you, he’s been looking over at you all evening. You should talk to him.”

  “You must be joking,” said April. “I already had to practically sneak out just to be able to come out with you and Tracy tonight. Can you imagine what Brian would say if he found out I was here talking to other guys?”

  “No offense, sugar, but that man of yours needs to get over himself. What’s the big deal about coming out with us once in a while? We never get to see you anymore.”

  April toyed with her drink, studiously avoiding Marisa’s piercing gaze. “I know. He never used to be this way. I don’t know, he’s changed lately.”

  “Changed? Or maybe you never saw his jealous side until he put that ring on your finger.”

  “He’s not that bad, Marisa. I still love him.”

  “Oh really? Tell me again about how he won’t let you go out jogging until you put long tracksuit pants on. You’ve never given him any reason to be jealous, but he treats you like you’re out prowling for other men or something.”

  April thought about the last time she had told him she was having a ladies’ night. He had totally freaked out, called her all sorts of terrible names until she had had to cancel because her make-up had been ruined by the tears of rage and frustration she had felt. She had come close to leaving him then, but promised him one more chance.

  “I don’t mean to interfere, April, I really don’t, but this isn’t healthy. You need get out of there. If he can’t handle being in a relationship with a beautiful woman like you, he doesn’t deserve you.”

  “I don’t know, Marisa. He can be really sweet as well. He’s just had a hard time at work lately. Things will settle down and he’ll be back to normal again soon, I’m sure of it.”

  “Whatever’s going on with him, you have to let him know that it’s not okay to treat you this way.”

  April knew Marisa was right. Marisa was a six foot tall, drop dead gorgeous, half Puerto Rican, half African American woman whose mere presence demanded a man’s full attention and respect. She knew a thing or two about what made men tick, yet deep down inside, April held onto the hope that Brian was just going through a rough stage.

  “He deserves one more chance, Marisa. After everything he and I have been through.”

  Marisa opened her mouth to say something, but then her eyes drifted across April’s face and settled on a spot over April’s shoulder.

  “Oh shoot,” said Marisa. “Don’t look now, but Brian just walked in. Speak of the devil.”

  “What?” April felt tendrils of anxiety twisting in her belly. They seemed to have taken up a permanent residence in there ever since Brian had started acting so strangely. April strained to keep her eyes on Marisa and away from the entrance, while Marisa hid behind her hand.

  “Seriously, April, that dude is psycho.”

  “What’s he doing?” asked April.

  “He’s looking around. Damn it, I think he saw us. Here he comes.”

  The trouble had started about two months ago, a whole six weeks into their engagement. She kept looking for signs that the old Brian was still lurking in there somewhere. He had to be, yet all she saw was the scheming, paranoid, insecure shell of a man that he had become. What had happened to change him? Though she had wracked her brain for something that she might have done to have justified his change of character, she could think of nothing. Instead what kept coming popping up at the back of her mind was that black hole of time when he’d gone away with his college buddies for the weekend, those long, painful two days when he had disappeared with no contact and returned a different man altogether. He hadn’t even spoken about his trip. They were supposed have gone fly fishing in Maine, yet his outdoor clothing had come back folded and dry in his backpack and his shirts had smelled as if they’d been washed with a brand of fabric softener she’d never used before.

  She’d asked him about it casually, but his only response was a vague reply about the poor weather and bad service at the laundry. She wondered if maybe his paranoia had begun rubbing off on her for her to suspect anything strange about that particular weekend. Maybe she was thinking too much about it. Maybe Marisa was right, he’d just kept this side of himself under wraps until then.

  Marisa cleared her throa
t nervously as a hand landed on April’s shoulder. April consciously fought the urge to flinch under his touch.

  “Why’d you have to lie to me, April?” came Brian’s brusque and commanding voice.

  “Are you following me?” she asked. “How did you know we were here?”

  Brian ignored the question. “Why the hell are you dressed like that?”

  “Leave her alone, Brian,” said Marisa. “She doesn’t belong to you.”

  “Stay out of this,” snapped Brian.

  April turned in her seat to face him. His eyes were bloodshot with alcohol and his shirt and hair were in equal states of disarray. “Brian,” said April. “You’re drunk, leave us alone. I’m a grown woman for crying out loud.”

  “You’re coming home with me,” said Brian.

  “No,” said April. “I’m not going anywhere with you until you stop behaving like a jealous teenager.”

  Brian yanked the back of the chair on which April was sitting and she felt it teetering onto two legs. Before she had a chance to react, a man’s body had wedged itself between her and Brian, stabilizing the chair before it spilled her onto the floor.

  “Is there a problem here,” said the man to Brian. It was the handsome stranger who had been stealing glances at her.

  “Yeah,” said Brian. “It looks like you’re the problem, buddy.”