Muhammad hesitated and said,
-I can’t say for sure, but they say that you should get out of your mourning once and for all, and marry a virtuous Bahrain girl, and that if you remain a widower alone as you are, you may end up following an inconvenient path and fall in love with any woman, a foreigner for example.
Nahan is silent for a while, then completes:
- Let me clarify some points of your role in my government: you are my prime minister and as far as I remember, the kidnapping in Qatar was a secret affair, or was it not? That is, if any local leadership knows about Bianca it’s because you allowed that information to leak. And I do not tolerate in my government, incompetents and much less traitors. What I do or don’t do with my widowhood and my loneliness is my business and no one else’s. I will remain a widower until the day that I don’t want to be one anymore, this decision is mine, it is my personal life and I want to keep it away from state issues. I have not postponed, simply I will not execute Bianca, under any circumstances, she is now my guest and will be respected and well received in my palace and in my lands as such. I know what my people need and I give it to them, but I will not allow them to interfere with my life, not in this way, their duty is to shield our government against these interferences. I remind you again, that here is not democracy, your position is indicated by me, I am your king and you owe me fidelity, Mohamed.
Mohamed stammered and spoke in a low voice:
-I understand everything that you said perfectly and you can always count on my fidelity, unfortunately, Almir felt that you rejected his daughter and he said you made out a malicious comment about her looks, besides he noticed you had a very great enchantment for the foreigner.
-Her name is Bianca, Mohamed.
-Well, Nahan, so I think it best to keep at least the appearances for the Bahrain society, your willingness to take a queen in the future. I say in the future, without hurry, respecting the time of mourning that you need, while you receive from time to time some suitors at sporadic dinners, the attention you pay to the foreign ... Bianca will be diverted. Perhaps you could even simulate an interest in any of them in the future? Who knows even an engagement so the peo ...
-To satisfy the people, I don’t like it, not at all.
Mohamed before leaving, he concluded:
- Do not forget the trip to Turkey later this week.
Nahan was silent for a while and then asked,
-Is there's no way to delay it?
- We have already confirmed our presence; the Turkish prime minister awaits us to deal with the agreements signed on the oil exports.
-Okay, okay, now if you'll excuse me, tomorrow I'll be in the office, I'll take a day off today.
Mohamed said good-bye, and Nahan, after shouting all over the palace, found me quietly having tea with Thurayya.
-I screamed like a madman and you were always here, Bianca, what should do I do with you, eh?
Thurayya anticipates my answer.
-You take her to see a little outside these walls, I think that is what you should do with Malakatah Bianca.
Nahan responds to Thurayya:
-Don’t annoy me, Bianca does not like nicknames.
-But this nickname she'll like, she's a sweet girl.
I hug Thura's shoulder and say to Nahan:
-Thura can call me shortie, Thura can call me whatever she wants.
Thura looks at Nahan and me, raising an eyebrow at him.
- Shortie, Nahan?
He blinks at her and takes my hand, getting out with me down the long corridor.
- That's right, I told her that malakatah, is that, little, short.
Thura agrees and laughs.
- Ah, the king is always right.
He turns to me and kisses my fingers, whispering in my ear:
-It was worth waiting, you look too beautiful, halawi.
I play Nahan while he gives me his arm.
- Waiting? But I got dressed so fast.
-It's not that kind of waiting I mean, it's worth waiting for you.
I smile and lean my head against his shoulder, returning.
-It was worth waiting for you too, Nahan.
Before we get to the living room, Thura shouts:
-Take good care of her Nahan.
-Always Thura, always.
I leave behind the palace’s main gate, happy and excited to explore for the first time a bit of Bahrain, with Nahan.
CHAPTER 11
BIANCA
Upon arriving at the huge oak door of the Royal Palace of Bahrain, I am frightened by the number of cars lined up waiting for us to leave.
Eight official government cars parked perfectly one behind another. Several security guards waiting for us, for a trip to the centre of Manama.
A huge hassle for a brief and harmless afternoon stroll.
Exaggeration from Nahan's part? Thankfully Thurayya warned me that Nahan became obsessive about security, after his family bombing, otherwise I would have thought he was a bit of a nut.
I squeeze Nahan's hand hard and indiscreetly and he does not let go of my grip, just dragging the tip of his thumb into my fingers, as if he wanted to reassure me.
Realizing my surprise and distress, Nahan stops me in front of one of the cars’ door, and before we enter whispers:
-It's for our safety, halawi. After what happened with Amira and Ishna, I prefer to be more cautious, to prevent another attack. What if I have a Qatari group ready to rescue you? I can’t risk for you to be taken away from me.
I nod briefly, still not believing the amount of people around us for a simple trip to the city's sights.
- It's all right! Where are you going to take me?
Nahan smiles excitedly, responding:
- At the centre of Manama, our capital, then to one of our oil refining stations, north of Awali and Muharraq, for you to see one of the oyster collection stations, you will love to see how we extract our pearls.
Wide streets, bustling highways and vast avenues, the capital of Bahrain, Manama, is a cosmopolitan and well-developed city.
Full of luxurious hotels, bold and innovative architecture, modern western-style buildings, a thriving, diverse trade. Nahan shows me the main points of attraction of the city, such as the shopping centre, the islands of Muharraq and Jidd Hafs, further afield, a clear and very blue sea, curiously with very few bathers bathing, without any swimwear, all dressed in Typical Arab clothes.
- I am proud of Bahrain today to have one of the best human development rates in the Persian Gulf, we are a very prosperous country Bianca, and all my work is for our international relations to become better and better, so that our diversity grows beyond oil. The naval, steel, metallurgical industry, have grown a lot, we have signed several partnerships, many investments from America and Europe.
When we get to one of the oil refining stations that are exported to the West, Nahan runs beside me through the covered facilities of the Bahrain Petroleum Company, the country's Oil company, and in the distance, I see a huge oil extraction yard, right in the middle of Awali Bay, one of the points of extraction and later refining of Bahrain's oil. He explains that the country's main source of wealth is actually, the oil, but that they are diversifying, investing in communications, and in other industries so that the country's livelihoods becomes more diverse, flexible.
Nahan received a call and seemed tense:
- No Sayd, I don’t want the presence of the press, I'm making a private visit, nothing about the Government, it's personal, I don’t want any photos, no way! I'm not alone, I talk to you later, the meeting will be tomorrow, hell! I didn’t want to go, but what can I do? Confirm my trip to Turkey.
So, he's going to travel, how many days will he go? My heart squeezed with this news, I drifted away and Nahan hung up quickly. Continuing his explanations, after some time, realizing my silence, he asked:
-What happened to you, Bianca, why are you so quiet?
I look at my hands trying to disguise.
/> - Nothing, it's okay.
We followed silently to Al Muharraq, to see the harvest of the pearly oysters. On a pearly ranch belonging to Bahrain’s Government, a plethora of nacre is arranged in huge tanks, large baskets with lots of oysters, one of the staff makes an incision in the opening of the oyster and deftly pulls out a large and beautifully gleaming pearl.
Nahan asks him a few questions in Arabic and the clerk answers, we are flanked by an entourage of about ten security guards, but they keep walking a little far, I believe Nahan has send them away to give us more privacy.
After driving past Jidd Hafs and Sitra, cities near the centre, we returned to the centre of Manama. I watch the streets through the window and Nahan watches me quietly.
Without me wanting, he wraps my knees and brings me on his lap, I look at the driver and I calm down at seeing that a partition separates us from him, that he cannot see us.
Nahan takes a lock of hair from my face and rebukes me:
-If you continue to lie to me, Bianca, it will make me more annoyed, what happened? I will not ask again.
His hands play with my knees and go up my thighs, stopping at my hips, under my dress. I move agitated in his lap, Nahan drops my thigh and takes both my cheeks, holding my face, forcing me to face him.
I tell him, to be over with this unnecessary thoughts .
- Nothing much, I just kept thinking that I heard you say that you will travel to Turkey this week and I will, I will ...
Dragging his lips on mine he whispered,
-You're going to miss me, is that it halawi?
-More or less.
Nahan kissed my forehead and added teasing me:
-Liar, you're crazy to get rid of me, you're loving to know that I'm going to travel, aren’t you? I wanted to take you with me, but it's risky, if any Qatari representatives are in that meeting, they could see you, I don’t want them to know that you're with me.
-I get it. I answer quickly.
-But as soon as I arrive, we're going to spend a few days on an island near Madinat 'Isa. You have no idea how glad I am to know that you will miss me, halawi.
Nahan brings his hand back to my thighs, pulling them apart gently.
-So, sweet, so sweet, Bianca.
His fingers wandered slowly on my panties, slowly rubbing his thumb on my clit, making me moan.
My body is so hostage to his torment, his provocation, he answers so quickly when Nahan tests his limits, I close my eyes savouring the feel of his fingers circling my clit.
He takes advantage of the fact that I open my lips in a sigh and he thrusts the bold and possessive tongue into my mouth, sipping my moans, I writhe in his lap and Nahan will not let me slip, slowly inserting his thumb into my vagina, trying the walls of my ever-moist sex.
My moans grow louder and louder, and he kisses my mouth, silencing my whispers, penetrating me mercilessly with his nimble fingers. Nahan whispers in my ear softly, nibbling at the earlobe.
-Get carried away, cum for me, halawi.
As his fingers attack my vagina, he kisses me maliciously, sucking my lips, pinching them between his teeth.
- Open your eyes and cum, ayuni. (Light of my Eyes)
I squeeze his finger with my sex and I enjoy twisting my toes.
Nahan tucks the luscious thumb into my mouth and says in a hoarser voice:
- Suck and taste how delicious you are.
I sucked hard on his finger, the salty of my sex, and his erection rubbing on me, driving me crazy with desire.
I opened my trousers and zipper with awkward, shaking hands.
- Bianca, wait, do not ...
I slipped from his lap and knelt on the carpet, freeing his cock from his underwear.
Ah! Don’t tease me like that, halawi.
I nuzzled his cock and savoured it without haste, pursuing with my tongue the exalted veins from the base of his penis to the glans.
Nahan attached his hands on the seat upholstery and moaned softly, delivered to the caress of my lips, from sucking him harder and harder.
Whispering words in Arabic, Nahan came in my mouth, stroking my cheeks, saying,
-You make me so complete, Bianca, that I confess I'm afraid.
- Afraid of what?
Dragging his fingers on my face, he confessed:
- Of this whole happiness to be over ... I'd rather not think.
I returned to the palace, satisfied by the walk, the adventure of discovery, and happy to be back to my warmth, to my nest with Nahan.
SAFIRA ARMED
My father is waiting for me in the office, since I’ve arrived from Paris I try to escape this conversation, but today I have no escape.
-Sapphira, sit down, my daughter.
I sit down and wait for him to stick his teeth in my jugular, it's always like that, he's just a leech, an addicted player who uses me in his political schemes to get what he wants.
-Yes, Papa, you can talk.
-It's time you worked hard to get closer to Nahan, I've given you enough time to enjoy life, to spend my money on your futilities, to have fun in your binges, now it's time for you to plan how you'll approach Nahan. You were brought up to be a queen, Sapphira, the queen of this country, it's time to take the crown in your hands, my daughter.
I try to persuade him, saying:
-He does not want to approach any woman, I find it difficult to be mistaken, but in my opinion he took that Brazilian guest as his lover, you'd better forget about it Daddy.
How can I tell him that I love the Chief of the Royal Household of Bahrain, and not our king? How do I make Dad understand that I've always loved Jafar?
He is an influential figure in government, but for Daddy he is not enough, if he does not make me queen of this country will not be satisfied, dad is extremist, he thinks that a lot is very little, he always wants more. I think of the last time I was in the royal palace, and the looks I saw the king was exchanging with the Brazilian. It was that same night that Jafar and I ... I still feel his cock penetrating me deep, the glitter of pleasure in his eyes, the immense longing I felt from his mouth in mine, from our fights, our struggles. I ran from Jafar, to the four corners of the world, losing myself at parties, nights, in the arms of others, but it is always for him that I come back.
In his body I find myself, why could not everything be simpler? To love a certain person and to experience that love with whom one wants, instead, I am bound to marry, by social status, to please my father's political interests, to satisfy the taste of Mohamed, to please all them, but myself.
I wake up from my thoughts with my father yelling at me.
- You heard me Sapphira, I knew from certain sources that Nahan will visit Turkey next week, you go there and you will find him, by coincidence. I doubt that Nahan will resist the charms of a beautiful and cunning woman like you my dear.
-Daddy, I had other plans.
-It's all settled, get ready to travel, and see how our king is going to get involved, think straight Sapphira, if you do not keep up, I'll get you another suitor and maybe you will not like my choice. I have a debt to pay to Mohamed, I cannot have him as my enemy, Sapphira, it is not safe.
I nod and head to my room, looking at my pictures, so young, at Jafar's side, just thinking of him and everything I'm about to do to get Nahan, my stomach hurts.
CHAPTER 12
NAHAN
How many times have I said that before? I lost count.
-I'm not happy at all to travel, leaving Bianca here. Take good care of her, Thura. I don’t want to come back to Manama and to find out that my hala ... she ran away, understood well? If anything happens to her... I'd rather not think about it, Thura.
Thura holds my face in both hands and kisses my cheeks, reassuring me.
-Calm down, Nahan, I'll take care of Malakatah Bianca like a daughter, you can travel in peace.
Bianca avoids talking to me, I look at the phone in my hands and enter her room silently, she is lying in bed, bored.
&n
bsp; - Halawi, I have something to give you.
She turns and stares at me, her blue eyes that I love so much are sad, even though she disguises herself and tries to smile.
-Yes, what is it Nahan?
I give her a pre-paid untraceable cell phone, Bianca observes me without understanding.
- This cell phone is untraceable, I will contact you every day through this phone. Bianca, if you get in touch with someone in Qatar, they will take you away from here, they will take you away from me, I want to believe that you will not leave me, please do not betray me, do not disappoint me.
Bianca holds the cell phone and looks at me deeply.
-I will not get in touch with anyone, I promise.
I pull her soft body against mine and I breathe deeply the scent of her hair, trying to keep her smell in my memory, to endure the longing for these distant days away from my girl.
She turns her face and kisses me with an ardour, such a big eagerness that we separate our lips and I get up in a hurry, going towards the door. The plane waits for me to take off soon, I look at Bianca lying on the bed, a piece of her creamy skin from her thigh, looking at me.
I turn on the same foot and walk with determined steps toward her bed, pulling her by the hips. She is surprised and opens her lips, that's all I want ...
My hands tighten the soft flesh of her buttocks and I can’t be gentle.
I take her lips in despair, a ridiculous and disturbing sensation invades the holds of my soul, I didn’t want to get separated from my girl, this for me is being a true martyrdom, at the same time that I lose myself in the sensations of the tearing of her sweater, to the soft burst of her panties, I am frightened by the agony that is contagious.
And without my wanting, I come across something unquestionable.
I NEVER FEELED SO ...
Bianca moans clinging to my mouth and loosens her thighs, letting me fit into the centre of her soft body. She opens the zipper of my pants and with her hands and heel, she pulls my pants and my underwear down to the middle of her thighs, releasing my throbbing sex as if it had a life of its own.
- Forgive me my love
I apologize for having to possess her without even preparing, but before penetrating her, I take my hands to her small cunt and smile biting its lips.
Lovely Concubine Page 11