CHAPTER FOURTEEN
We stayed at this reception all night. We laughed with our friends and received everyone, one after the other as they wandered to our table. We’d specified no gifts, apart from charitable donations to the new rebuilding and housing fund. Though, as was per protocol, the wealthiest of Omar’s friends handed him various documents throughout the evening. I was flabbergasted when three different parcels of land were deeded to him and his estate. All of which were from neighboring sheikhs and would mean the boarders of Dubai were now expanded.
He was also given three new horses, via pictures and registration papers. All of them stunning breeding stock that would add to his efforts to improve the native Arabian-bred horses. His goal was to once again have native-bred Arabian horses the most sought after in the entire world. The addition of these two gifted mares and one stallion would surely help.
Amir and Julie danced together almost the entire evening until she staggered to our table, her speech slurred and her knees wobbly, “Hey girlfriend, I really need to crash. Could you take me home?”
“Your room is only one floor up, Jules. Do you need help with the buttons on the elevator?”
“Verra funneh,” she tried to say.
Amir said something to Omar, who nodded in turn and then Amir took Julie’s hand, “I will make sure you are safe. Come with me, beautiful.”
Julie looked at Omar. “Can I trust him?” she asked.
Omar chuckled, “Yes, Julie.” Then he joked and sarcastically told Amir, “It’s her I would be careful around.”
Amir and Omar had a good laugh, and Julie totally missed the exchange. “Anna, I’m pretty drunk.”
“Yes you are. Do you need me to protect you from yourself? You do realize you just agreed to go back to Amir’s bungalow.”
She awkwardly waved her hand in the air, “Oh him? I’m not worried about him. He’s about to have the best night of his life.”
I looked at Amir, “She’s gonna get sick pretty soon, and then pass out. Don’t get your hopes up.”
“Never fear, your Highness, I will not take advantage of her in this state. At least not tonight.”
After they left, Amir mostly carrying Julie’s noodle-legged body, Omar and I laughed. He asked me if we should interfere, and I told him Julie was a big girl and this wasn’t her first time to go home drunk with a guy. She would be fine, and I wasn’t at all concerned. “She is a wild child, I’m more concerned that she not take advantage of Amir.”
After most of the guests had returned to their rooms, Omar led me out to the private beach behind our island estate. He carefully undressed me, and then I watched him strip. The pale moonlight gleamed on his bronze skin and my heart thudded in my chest.
When he kissed me and roamed his hands over all of my bare flesh, I muttered to his lips, “I wish I had more words. I love you so much, Omar. I can never explain how much. You are the most beautiful man on earth, and I am so lucky you found me.”
“Ahhh ,my goddess, it is I that am fortunate beyond measure. To be in your presence while among my friends and associates was the best night of my life.”
He held my face and kissed me until my knees began to shake. Then he supported me by my bottom and lifted me up to straddle his waist.
He walked us into the warm ocean and took his time suckling on my nipples and caressing all of my body. His hand delved between my legs and brought me to my first orgasm of the night with just his long middle finger pushing on my center.
I clung to him to keep from going under the water, and he supported me with a strong hand on my lower back. I stroked his length with my hand and he again lifted me to straddle his waist. This time I rolled my hips and seated him at my entrance. He glided into my body as he pulled me down over him.
I choked on my words, “I will never get enough of you inside me.”
“Nor I, wife.”
He lowered us down into the warm water and proceeded to take his time taking me in the shallow surf. Even though water is not the best lubrication, my body solved that riddle by becoming slicker and wetter with each of his long thrusts in and out of my core.
I was like a monkey clinging to his chest as his impressive strength held me and his hips rolled against mine. “Omar, Omar, Omar. Yes!” I wailed. “Can I? Please tell me? Please.”
“Tell me who I am,” he ordered.
“You are mine. My master. My husband.”
“Yes, good girl. Need to go deeper. Not enough.”
He again held his own release and took his time, taking long, agonizingly slow slides in and out of me. I knew he was looking at what our joined bodies were doing, and I wondered what it looked like in the moonlight. I reached back and held his wrist, only able to partially get my fingers around its width. His huge heart thickly thudded against all of my perceptions. Inside me, against me, even where my hand was on his wrist seemed to thud along with his massive heart.
I whined and tried my hardest to brace myself in the sand. I again pled with him, “Omar, please Master, tell me I can…”
“Not yet, Princess.” Omar said in a mocking tone as the sounds of our colliding bodies took on a fever pitch. Then he let it go, and when he did, he dug in his fingers so deeply I would sport bruises for another week. He grunted, growled, and groaned as he released inside me. Over and over he spasmed, and I felt the crown of his shaft expanding and contracting within me.
Finally, after he recovered enough to stand, he took me back out into the water, and he cleaned me, and I him. We floated in the swells like we’d done in Italy, and I marveled at the beauty of the moon on the water. Such a simple thing, but so incredibly wonderful to behold. Omar couldn’t take his eyes off of me.
I cupped his face and kissed him, and finally I told him. “I have a surprise for you, husband.”
The water dripped from my arms and made a tinkling sound in the ocean that lapped around my waist. Omar inhaled deeply and studied me intently. “It is difficult to surprise me, wife. You realize I know everything about you.” He said it as a statement, making me giggle.
“Yes, I know you are a god among mere mortal men.” He grinned and puffed up his chest in a mock superman pose. “Well, apparently you are a virile man along with your other supernatural abilities.”
He cocked his head to the side, thinking about what my words could mean. When he finally figured it out, the look of first shock, and then awe that spread out over his face was priceless, and I wished I’d saved this particular revelation for when I had a camera on him. He reached forward and lifted both my breasts, cupping them in his hands and then his eyes locked on mine.
“Tell me, Anna! Confirm my speculation this instant!” The eagerness, mixed with his tentative reservation made me again giggle. He continued to heft my tits up and cup them as if they were made from the finest crystal. His eyebrows drew together as he continued ponder my revelation. I remained elusively coy as I waited. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you? I was not careful. I did not know! Tell me, Anna. I cannot stand this suspense a moment longer.”
I sighed, “Okay, I guess I can put you out of your misery my god-like, potent, virile lover.”
He growled and dragged me up to his chest, smashing my breasts against his sternum. “Female. Is it so?”
I nibbled on his chin and in as breathy of a voice as I could muster I said, “Omar, you are going to be a daddy.”
He lifted me and howled as he spun me in the shallow tide. He finally dropped us both down into the warm water, and we laughed joyously. He held my face and kissed me, turning something as simple as a kiss into an entirely new experience. “You are my angel, my rebirth, a revelation of a lifetime. You have no idea the joy you have given me at this news. Oh Anna! An heir already? A son I can raise while I am yet young.” He went on and on about the boy he was certain I would birth, and I just went with it.
He took my hand and dragged me to the beach where we both went to our knees, then collapsed onto our backs, gazing at the twinkling star
s. I finally said, “Just so you know, I’ve always imagined having a few kids. I’ve wanted to be a mother my entire life.” He went to his side and with a sandpaper finger he traced around my nipple until it puckered. I voiced my one and only concern, “Omar, please don’t put me in a different box—a different place in your heart—please don’t turn me into a mommy and stop wanting me. I would trade a million other joys, including children, to remain the object of your passion. You know? I will not survive if you stop wanting me the way you do.”
“Oh, my greatest love. I could never want you less, ever! Look at what your news as wrought on my spent body already.” He palmed his hardening cock and poked into the soft skin of my bottom. “You, my love, are all I will ever need, and I wish to make as many babies with you as you desire.” He went to lay back, and I laughed at the lewd way his penis jutted straight up, casting a shadow in the sand that was entirely obscene and erotic all at once.
“Okay, as long as you still want me when I am fat and bloated…”
He cut me off, “Heavy with my child, female! You will be laden with my offspring. There is nothing more seductive than a female with her male’s progeny in her belly. Nothing! Is that understood? If you give us a girl, we will love her as if she were a Valkyrie sent to us from the gods, and then we will continue until you birth the next king of our nation.”
“That’s a good name for a girl, Valkyrie,” I said absently.
“It is, I like it. A son, however, will carry my name.”
“Of course!” I seconded.
“I feel we should move out to the desert oasis palace for this birth. The city is not a good place to raise children. Will you agree to that?” he asked.
I thought about it for a while. “Yes, that seems like the best place to me, as well.”
He grinned and dashed in for a quick peck on the lips, “Indeed it is.”
Omar was silent for a bit, and I worshipped his strong profile and glowing beauty, thinking to myself how gorgeous our children were going to be.
He finally said, “I shall take our son to the hive and they will welcome him. I have no doubts. He will be perfect.”
The End!
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“Excuse me, miss,” A male voice said.
Mia looked up to see the grim visage of a dark haired man wearing an earpiece. Not a Bluetooth headset, but an actual I’m-a-Secret-Service-agent style earpiece. She wondered if he was hotel security and they were ejecting her from the bar for the too-short dress.
“May I help you?” She asked in her most professional voice—the one she’d been honing answering the phones at Marler Graphic Design Partners.
“My employer would like to speak with you. What is your name, miss?”
“Her name is none of your business, buddy,” Carly put in, also getting a little mouthy during that third margarita.
“Whom do you work for?” Mia asked, elbowing her friend.
“I and my colleagues,” He indicated the other two men standing just behind him in identical dark suits. “Have the privilege of working for the Prince Tamir Malouf of Dubai,”
“That’s a bit far. I’m a Manhattan girl myself but thank you anyway,” Mia said, trying not to roll her eyes.
“What is this some human trafficking racket? You say you’ll take her to meet a prince and then you stuff her in the back of a van?” Carly accused.
“You’ll have to excuse my friend. She watches too many crime shows,” Mia put in.
“Wait! Is he here? Is the Prince here right now?” Lily asked as if star struck.
“Yes, of course,” The first man replied.
“I’ve read about this guy. He’s in town helming his new oil company. He’s really good looking, Mia,” Lily said in a stage whisper.
“Maybe no more margaritas for her,” Mia said to Carly, gesturing to Lily who was obviously a bit past tipsy.
“I am not drunk. This guy is so rich he can hire wingmen, Mia. Look at this. Bodyguards. He’s royalty. Like, like Prince William,” Lily breathed dreamily.
“Thank you anyway,” Mia said firmly and turned on the stool to put her back to the guards.
Within moments, a chilled bottle of Cristal was delivered to the girls.
“We didn’t order this,” Carly protested.
“Compliments of the Prince,” The bartender said. “Your tab has also been taken care of.”
“Wow,” Said Lily.
“It’s just champagne,” Carly told her. “Don’t lose your head and go offer the guy your panties or anything.”
“Champagne and our bar tab? Really?” Mia said. “I have to meet this guy,” She stalked over to the table where the guards were drinking bottled water and watching the entrances conspicuously.
“Fine,” She said, crossing her arms. “Take me to your leader.”
The three bodyguards were standing shoulder to shoulder and slowly, one of them stepped back to admit her. Seated at a table alone was an immaculately dressed, breathtakingly handsome man. Olive skin, close-cropped black hair and meltingly gorgeous dark eyes fringed with long black lashes. An arrogant curl to his mouth greeted her. The sleeves of his golden wheat colored sweater were pushed up to reveal muscular tanned forearms. A crystal glass of what appeared to be Scotch rested untouched on the table before him. He was captivating even before he raised his dark eyes to meet hers.
The Prince looked up from the screen of his phone and regarded her critically. Messy dark hair was escaping in tendrils from its high ponytail. Her plum colored dress was too short and too shiny, but she had curves in all the right spots. Mia shifted her weight from foot to foot, wincing as if her shoes were uncomfortable. Her face was pretty, all warm curves from the perfect arch of her eyebrows to her high cheekbones to her chin, just narrow enough to make her face heart-shaped instead of a classic oval.
She looked delectable, Tamir thought. Delectable and annoyed. Her obvious irritation amused him, but he thought to himself that even her street-smart bravado would be preferable to the fawning masses of eager would-be wives who harassed him whenever he appeared in public.
“Mr. Malouf,” She began.
“You may address him as Prince Malouf or ‘my prince’,” One of the guards advised hastily.
“You’ll have to excuse my American resistance to this ‘my prince’ business. I’ll go with ‘sir.’ Is that sufficient honorific?” She asked cheekily.
Tamir smiled. He was going to have a lot of fun with this feisty American beauty, he thought.
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