I can’t stop looking at her, I am enchanted by the perfect sight of Bianca lounging in my arms, her lips pressed between her reddened, swollen teeth from our kisses. My chest was buckling, frantically rising and falling, my nipples hard, bristling, begging for her mouth. And the eyes, so beautiful, glazed, they always change to a darker shade of blue, after she is lost in pleasure. So, beautiful, so spectacular the taste of my favourite sweet, the taste of my girl's cunt, my halawi.
When Nahan is about to make me relent, I throw a stream of cold water at him, reminding him of the doctor who will arrive shortly.
Even raving and complaining, Nahan takes us back to the palace. Arriving in the main hall, Thura comes to meet us, with an air of laughter on her lips for catching us with wet clothes. She does not say a word, I look at Nahan who stares at Thura with the mischievous air and I feel my cheeks burning, Nahan mumbles softly:
- Old grafted.
He steps forward and warns Thura, pulling me by the hand.
-Let's take a shower, what time will the damn doctor be here?
I pat him on the arm, complaining:
-Nahan, is that the way you talk about the doctor?
-Never mind, we'll be in the room waiting for her.
Before the scheduled time, Thura knocks on the door of my room, finding me reading a book and Nahan entertained on the computer, answering emails.
I answer the door and Thura comes in with the doctor, a lady of about 50, skinny and small.
Nahan whispers in my ear, like a spoiled little boy.
-She doesn’t look like a doctor, she looks like a rat.
The doctor shakes her head at Nahan and then at me.
-Your Majesty, Miss Mattos, good afternoon, I am Dr. Najla Hussein.
I extend my hand to greet the doctor and Nahan remains with his arms crossed, with a grumpy face.
- Nice to meet you, Bianca.
-You have called me, how can I be useful?
Nahan responds without a trace of education:
-I did not call you at all, Bianca is in good health, that's Thurayya's thing, for me, you're not needed here.
Thurayya looks at Nahan with her face changed and brings the doctor, dazed and ashamed, to sit on the couch, complaining between her teeth.
-Ah! Allah how do I stand it?
Thura irritated narrows her eyes towards Nahan and he makes a pout, Thura smiles uncomfortably at the doctor and continues to talk to Dr. Najla, ignoring Nahan's ugly face.
-Of, course Dr. Najla you are useful, Bianca and I called you here so that you could meet Bianca, by the way, my lord, would you excuse us?
Nahan unfolds his arms facing Thura with anger and I'm in one of those things, after all, what's happening to this guy? What is the emotional age of this man, five years?
He walks to the door, making a pout, raising his chest and shooting Thurayya’s and the doctor's eyes, saying before leaving:
-Let this be quick, you have fifteen minutes, Dr. Najla. Bianca, I'll wait for you in the library.
Thura leaves with Nahan and as they leave, the doctor takes a deep breath, apparently relieved to get rid of Nahan's intimidating figure and asks me to sit down.
-Now that we're alone, how can I help you, Bianca?
The doctor was very attentive, examined me, and reassured me that I had not fallen pregnant. We decided on the oral contraceptive, she prescribed me a medication and by the end of the consultation I was more comfortable.
After the consultation, I went to the library, looking for Nahan.
Entering the library, he is on an important call, the subject seems tense, I make mention of leaving and he beckons me to enter. He sits down on the couch and pulls me into his lap, arguing in Arabic.
As soon as he hangs up, he apologizes to me, saying,
-Forgive me, it was an important matter, the work of a highway that is behind schedule. And how did it go with the mouse?
I hold myself so as not to laugh, trying to make a brave face.
-Dr. Najla, she's a good doctor.
Raising his eyebrow, he looked at me up and down.
-Did she treat you well? What did you two talk about?
-She examined me because I was worried about the times we had sex without a condom.
He bites his lips and looks serious, watching my belly, asking next.
-She examined you and then what did she say?
-Thank God I did not get pregnant, luckily, it was our irresponsibility.
Nahan takes me off his lap, sitting on the couch.
-Thank God for what? Would it be so abominable to bear my fruit? Am I so despicable so that you must thank Allah for not getting pregnant by me, Bianca?
Why does he look so offended? I do not understand the reason for our discussion, what’s wrong with this man?
-I did not say that, Nahan, you're distorting what I said, it's not that it's abominable or despicable to have a child of yours, but that's crazy, we just met. Do you forget the circumstances, how I came here? I'm not on holiday here Nahan, until very recently you were determined to kill me.
Nahan stands up, walking up and down, visibly irritated and hurt. He turns to me and concludes, raising his voice:
-No matter how you came here, I don’t care how you got into this palace, the truth is you're mine now, that's all that matters. I could swear I would kill you, but I would never dare touch your hair. How could I do this and live on? Are you that dumb that you can’t see, Bianca?
- Me, stupid? Realize what? Those two perfect women stalking you, ready to be your queen? The kick I'm going to get as soon as you get sick of me? The broken woman that I will become when you give up your revenge and set me free, returning me to my usual life? Is this what I see, realize what Nahan, more?
- Allah, Bianca, record and take my words as a writing, I will never set you free, not while I live, you can once and for all understand this?
The distance between us narrows, he comes to me steadily and I do not retreat, we are very angry at each other, many misunderstood words, I do not lower my guard, I don’t leave, after all, what does he want, what does he want from me?
-Tell me why, why can’t you free me?
Our faces are inches apart from each other, I can feel the warmth of his breath, his restrained anger, my anger, coming from the things that are unsaid, the feeling and the palpable tension between him and me.
He stares at mine and I see treacherous tears escaping from the corner of his eyes.
-Because I'm in love with you, Bianca. Ask me anything, whatever you want, I can give you everything, I can put the world at your feet, I can face as many armies are to come, whoever comes to take you, but I will not leave you. Ask me everything, except to set you free, I could not, halawi, I'm not strong enough.
Upon hearing what Nahan has just told me, even though I am shocked, I came across the truth ... I don’t want him to release me, I don’t want him to leave me.
With the same intensity that he wants me, I also want him, I want him as mine. Without suitors, without allies or enemies against us, only him and I, no one else.
I throw myself into his arms and seized by a fury and an irresistible desire, the buttons of his shirt leap between my fingers, he finishes ripping the thin fabric and I bite his chest, sucking his hard, muscular nipples. Nahan takes my mouth and we kiss, pouring out our anguish, our fear, our passion through our lips. We tore off our clothes in a hurry, suffering from the agonizing urgency of getting lost in each other's skin. I bite his lips and whisper:
-Me too, I'm in love with you.
-Ah! My halawi, so sweet, all mine.
Nahan tosses the papers from the table, on the floor and grabs one of my nipples as he brings his hands between my thighs, tearing my panties. He lowers his trembling mouth to my vagina and orders:
-Spread your thighs wide open and cum on my mouth, my hottie.
I no longer think, I'm not afraid or modest, I spread my legs and he takes his mouth to my dripping horny vagina,
and licks it, sucking my clit, dragging his tongue up and down, to my anus, then up to the top, sipping my little bud, throbbing between his teeth.
He bathes two fingers with saliva and penetrates me deep, insanely rubbing my clitoris with the thumb.
-Beautiful, completely beautiful, so wet and rosy, enjoy, my girl.
My vagina convulses squeezing Nahan's fingers and as soon as I get back from the skies, he opens the drawer and rips the packaging off a condom, he slides it on his penis and takes me in a long rush.
I let out a loud scream and I put my mouth on his shoulder, to stifle my moans as he hammers me faster and harder. Stocking my pussy in a frantic come and go, whispering, with each time he plunges the dick deep inside me.
- Mine. Halawi. Mine. Take my love.
My head goes from side to side, the tears sprouting from my eyes from the intensity of the emotion, from the pleasure I feel.
He rails by moving his hips, digging deep into my pussy, slamming hard into my insides.
The walls of my vagina are deep filled, stretched to where I think I can’t stand, it's too much for me, it's a pleasure and a cathartic feeling that tramples me, making me shatter all inside, a pleasure that rips me through in a thousand pieces.
He clings his mouth to mine and sways inside me, enjoying himself so surrendered, so my own that I cling to his shoulders, murmuring, whispering, wailing:
- My Nahan.
- My Bianca.
CHAPTER 10
BIANCA
After making insane love, Nahan and I did not have the strength to go up to our room.
You see, even I'm getting into this craziness of ours.
What is mine in this palace? It may be crazy, but this is how I feel in some way, part of this place, attached to it.
Exhausted, we end up sleeping, we slept again on the carpet of the library.
Ah! If this carpet and the library were to speak ...
I wake up because of the excessive brightness in my eyes, the sunbeams falling through the window, straight on my face.
I lift my body, nervous, at the sound of the door knob opening, it is Thura who enters distractedly into the library, trying to balance a large tray of coffee.
I look at my kneaded dress and I'm without panties, where did my panties go, my God?
I remember they are gone, Nahan the panties exterminator ripped another pair with his nervous fingers. At least I'm dressed, that's a breakthrough.
But Nahan's eye hiding behind my back like a snail, he's only wearing boxer briefs.
God! Since I arrived in Bahrain it is one embarrassment after another.
It is already becoming ridiculous, always being caught by Thurayya. What is she thinking of me? That I am the nymphomaniac who messed up her nephew?
Nahan still asleep throws his leg over my hips, placing his hand on my breast, inside the dress.
Muttering disjointed words between my teeth, I only understand the end of the sentence.
- Halawi, come here, it's early.
Embarrassing is not enough said, I have a face that I do not know where to put it, I slap his hand to give me back my breast and Thura puts her hand on her face, not to see this ridiculous scene of me trying to escape the hands of the octopus doomed king.
She tries to be serious, but chokes with a laugh, I get redder every time, I pinch the arm he wrapped around my waist with the force of a pliers and he moans with the pain, waking up soon after.
-Oh, that hurts, is this the way you say good morning? What an angry woman I have!
Nahan rubs his eyes and makes an ugly look for pinching his arm and I whisper, sitting on the rug.
- Thurayya is here.
Thurayya tosses the pants and tattered shirt toward him and he grabs them in the air, grunting non-stop.
-Hell, why did you have to wake us up so early?" We're still sleepy, turn around and get out of here, Thura.
Thura shoots at him, while Nahan still stretches.
-I did not know you were in the library, you have nowhere else to crouch like two baboons? Why do my old eyes have to see such a scene? I brought enough coffee for you two, don’t you think I don’t see you skipping meals, Mrs. Bianca. Eat everything, because soon Mohamed will be here, he said he needs to talk to you, my king. One suggestion, why don’t you take Malakatah Bianca a bit away from these walls?
Nahan raises an eyebrow and confirms what Thura said.
- Malakatah Bianca? Is that what I really heard, Thurayya?
She returns her gaze, staring at him without blinking.
-That's what you heard, do you deny it? Have I now become an old dumbass?
He smiled at her in embarrassment and shook his head.
I do not deny it. You will never be an old dumb, my dear Thurayya.
And looking at my wrinkled clothes and the raggedness of Nahan's shirt, she takes us for two dumb kids, saying,
-I'll get decent clothes for you two, Allah have mercy with me to be able to deal with them.
Nahan aimed his pants at Thura and she closed the door, laughing loudly.
I get up and give him back his pants, asking curiously:
-What did Thura call me?
- Little. Little Bianca.
I look at myself and I end up indignant at being called short.
- I'm not that small, let's say that my packaging is economical.
Nahan grabs me laughing and reaches under my dress, squeezing my butt.
-There's no saving here, not on your soft breasts, or my farashatan. Before he's finished talking, he drags his fingers through my naked sex.
- What does that mean?
- My little butterfly, all beautiful.
Ah! This Nahan makes up some stories! We sat down to enjoy our coffee.
After drinking the coffee, Nahan takes a shower to welcome Mohamed and Thura comes up to my room to talk to me.
-Can I talk to you, Bianca?
I respond by finishing drying my hair, wearing a robe.
-Yes, come in Thura.
Thura walks in, looks me through the mirror and heads toward the closet, talking loudly so I can hear her.
-I came to help you choose a nice outfit to go out with Nahan.
I walk out of the bathroom and hug Thura, who is surprised by the show of affection.
-Thura, thank you for suggesting to Nahan to take me out, I was already going crazy just walking around the palace.
She pulled me to sit on the couch and took my hand.
- I know how you feel. But know that your security will be doubled, do not make me regret suggesting you leave, please do not try to escape, do not do this with Nahan.
I admit, lowering my eyes.
-I will not run away from him Thura, I won’t as long as I feel this way.
-Like how Bianca?
- Happy. Happy Thura.
Thura holds my hand steadier and says to me:
-As long as Nahan has that sparkle in his eyes, that smile on his face, and until the day my word still weighs heavily on my king, there will not be a woman to be the lady of this palace other than you, Bianca. Foreign or not, what really matters to me as his aunt, as his maid, is to see him happy. Believe and be firm, in the end everything will be all right. Unfortunately, your exit from the palace has to be very safe, so it will strengthen your contingent of bodyguards, do not be alarmed. Since the attack on his family, Nahan has been very reluctant to leave. He won’t be able to live if he sees another person that he loves, dying in front of him.
-Was he there when it all happened?
- Yes, the car carrying Ishna and Amira was in front of his, the impact of the explosion was so great that Nahan's car skidded on the road and he injured his face a lot, he needed a jaw surgery, that is the scar that he has on his chin, the serrated beard hides it a little.
I imagine how shocking it must have been to lose your family well in front of you and not to be able to do anything at all.
Thura distracts me by saying:
-N
ow let's stop talking about sadness and look for something very beautiful for you, to go out with your king.
-Nahan is not my king Thura. Mohamed and the others with all their pressuring, one hour they will be able to persuade him to marry one of these women that they find.
Thura smiles in the air.
- Really? Until then there is still a lot of water to move this mill, I am a stubborn Arab and I knew that Brazilians, in stubbornness are not left behind either. We are two very smart and clever women against a bunch of idiot men who think they know something about Nahan. I know Bianca, I created the king of this country, let's see who's right after all.
Me and Thurayya chose a waist tight, knee-length, champagne-coloured dress with a wide black belt and thick black heeled shoes.
- The use of the veil here in our country for a non-Muslim is optional, but I think it will look elegant, if you want to use it.
I tied my hair in a loose bun and tested the veil of the same shade as the dress, I thought it was beautiful, Thurayya made up my eyes gently, using Kohl, a typical eyeliner for Arab women.
I liked the effect, that the transparent veil gave to my eyes along with the Kohl.
It gave me an air of mystery, it matched the dress and I felt different, more mature, more of a woman.
I go down the stairs and follow Thura to the pantry, before reaching the kitchen I hear a heated argument between Mohamed and Nahan.
Nahan asked Mohammed:
-I just want to know, what this has to do with your duties as prime minister, tell me, your duties in my government are so few, that you have time to play the matchmaker?
I continue to the canopy, but as they speak loudly, I can’t help but listen to the conversation in the library, Thura asks for silence to be able to snoop, she is an old gossiper, as Nahan says, I hear Mohamed defend himself.
-My king, you think I try to interfere deliberately, it's not this, I just want your good. Since you postponed the execution of the foreigner and did not take a stand against the Qataris, some leaders have seen you being a bit too kindly and that is not what these men need. They say things about your widowhood, about a possible lover.
-What things, tell me what things they talk about a possible lover. By any chance, this lover would be my hala ... Would that be Bianca?
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