Lovely Concubine

by Misha Anderson

  She's damn soaked and too tight, ready for me, wet and panting.

  Allah! I don’t resist, I slip my dick between the walls of her hot and narrow sex, uttering like a mantra, words in Arabic that only speak of love, she is my ayuni, the light of my eyes, my little halawi, sweet, soft , tasty, my favourite sweet, Bianca.

  She dabbed her nails into my back, sliding her hands up to the globes of my buttocks, prompting me to penetrate her harder.

  -More, please, please, Nahan.

  I bury myself in her cunt until it touches my balls, there is no way I can take it deeper, I'm all wrapped up in the heat of her insides that warm my skin, my sex, my tormented heart.

  Bianca is a poison that invades my blood, my body without asking permission and I don’t protect myself, I let myself be poisoned, I want her to possess me, claim me, just as I stole her, as I took her as mine.

  - Mine. Mine. Feel. My Girl.

  I dig deep into her vagina and every word said, in every unsaid sensation, I lead myself faster to a rapturous orgasm.

  I enjoy growling her name and Bianca moans without stopping, squeezing her lips in mine as she also enjoys, engulfing my penis with her convulsing pussy.

  She looks at me with glittering eyes, full of feminine malice, I give her a long kiss and implore:

  -Make me go, Bianca, make me leave, I can’t do it alone.

  She nibbles at my lower lip and licks it then, teasing me.

  -Now I'll let you go, go, go now, before I change my mind.

  I get up and straighten my clothes, legs trembling and with a squeezed heart.

  I reach the door and I blow a kiss, she grabs it in the air and squeezes her lips.

  Ah! Halawi, what do I do with you, Bianca? !!!

  The jet waits for me on the tarmac, no one mentions that I'm late, I lift my chin in a stern way, and I take on the mask of a cold king, the Bahrain’s inheritor, a hard, impenetrable man.

  If they knew of my Achilles heel, my fragile, 160 cm, blond and sweet spot of vulnerability called Bianca, they certainly would not believe ...

  I land in Ankara, capital of Turkey and I go straight to Istanbul, the commercial, industrial city, not to say the political pole of the country.

  The clothes cling to my body, it's hot, very hot in Istanbul. The streets are full of different types of pedestrians, so cosmopolitan, multifaced, if it wasn’t for being away from my girl, I would be glad to visit Istanbul, it is a place I always like to return.

  I wait for my security guard to give me the green light to get out of the car and continue to the entrance of the Four Seasons, a happy hotel where we will stay during these five days.

  The last floor is reserved for our entourage, I enter the hotel with quick steps, accompanied by Jafar, who has already inspected all the rooms, I go straight to the presidential suite.

  -I'm very tired, Jafar, I'm going to rest in my suite, what time is our meeting with the Prime Minister?

  Jafar quietly arranges the pistol under his Armani suit and enters with me in the elevator, pressing the panel with the cover code.

  -At twelve o'clock, Nahan, we will have lunch with him, do you want me to book one of the restaurants so that you can come down later and relax a little?

  I think of denying it, but then I accept his offer.

  -Maybe, I'll stay just a little, I'm not in the mood.

  Jafar looks at me with that discreet air of irony and even though it’s his trademark, I irritate him, because his face "I already knew, you're screwed" , says to me on my the face how ridiculous I've been since Bianca came into mine life.

  Ridiculous and cheerful and content, she is so beautiful, with those dimples that break my spine, always sprouting on her face when she smiles, Jafar looks at me and whispers,

  - Me, huh !!!

  Yeah, I know I look stupid when I think about her, but how can I resist her little eyes, my little piece of sunny sky? Her hair is long and soft, golden as wheat. Jafar has kidnapped a girl, and the one who now awaits me in Bahrain is a woman, a beautiful woman, my wife ... Mine, mine alone.

  I leave the elevator and say goodbye to Jafar, entering my suite.

  I review the documents and reports that I will discuss with the Turkish Prime Minister, I try to doze, but I can’t, so I decide to send a message to Bianca.

  It's no big deal, it's just a message telling her that I've arrived well, I don’t have to feel like a fool, do I?

  I arrived well, the trip was fast, missing you.

  Nahan.

  She checks it seconds later, I read and smile like an idiot.

  I'm happy, I was worried, I'm still lying in bed, smelling you, missing you too.

  Bianca.

  The hours passed without me noticing, Jafar sent me a message telling me that he has an urgent commitment in the centre of Istanbul.

  I am sure his commitment is some woman, Jafar, Don Juan of Bahrain. I decide to go down to the restaurant's reservation and my security team sits next to my table, a renowned French chef greets me and tries to seduce me with the menu, I'm not hungry, but I accept his suggestion of a steaming fresh ratatouille.

  What is she doing here in Istanbul? As if she could slide, Sapphira enters the restaurant with a distracted air and as soon as she sees me opens her thousand-watt smile, all I least now want, is to be courteous, but her father is an influential man in my government, an important businessman in the Bahrain scenario, I can’t ignore the presence of Sapphira, would be an unacceptable undo. So, I decide to wear the mask of warmth and smiles.

  She approaches and I hear the unfailing sound of high heels crashing on the floor, tall and slender, dark and dizzying, she walks slowly, curling her hips languidly in a long black dress that entangles her perfect shapes.

  Sapphira is a beautiful specimen of a woman, I must admit, she can be completely irresistible, if it were not for a certain little blonde who took my thoughts.

  -Marhaban, my king. (How are you)

  -Marhaban, Sapphira, what a surprise to see you here.

  Sapphira tosses her hair aside and opens her crimson lipstick mouth, revealing white teeth that emerge from her lips.

  -I did not know you were in Istanbul, I came to business appointments in Ankara, Daddy now forces me to find out about the contracts, I took some time to relax in Istanbul before returning to Manama. Can I keep you company?

  Not really, my honey, that look is sexy, but it will not work, no more, though still, I'll accept your company.

  -Please, please, Sapphira.

  Sapphira accompanies me in two delicious bottles of wine, I'm kind of groggy, I think it's the lack of drinking habits, I feel lighter, anesthetized. I can hardly stand being in this shit town without my halawi.

  Our chat flows in a fun way, Sapphira is a cultured woman, a world citizen, we laugh at her adventures in Paris and I tell her about my years at the boarding school in England at Sandhurst School. She tries subtly to take my hand and I retreat it, scaring me with her daring.

  A man-eater, the mysterious Sapphira is a dominating creature, but I prefer to be the hunter rather than the hunted, I think of the taste of my prey, my frightened blue-eyed hare, white and soft, my halawi, and smile unresisting.

  We are still talking and laughing down the hall, we say goodbye in front of the elevator and my feet float on the glossy floor, I never drink that much anymore.

  My movements are slow and I take hold of Sapphira's waist, she stumbled on her own legs, I smile and so does she.

  Sapphira brings her lips quickly to mine, I pull back, but her carmine mouth slips into the corner of mine. She apologizes for the boldness, puts the blame on the wine, I close my face and I say without cordialities:

  -May this not be repeated, Sapphira, I like to have your friendship.

  Sapphira gives me a fake smile, looking away from mine, I enter the elevator, hearing strong footsteps coming towards us, it’s Jafar who watches her in surprise, saying:

  - What did you do?

  The elevato
r door closes and I keep stumbling to my suite.

  As soon as I enter the room, I clear my mouth, God! What’s wrong with this woman anyway? It's not too late yet, but I'm kind of pissed, I think tonight I'll be able to sleep faster.

  The hours pass and I can’t sleep, I don’t know if it was the proximity of the lips of another woman to mine, an irritating feeling of guilt or if it is only the longing, I turn from one side to the another in bed and the lack of Bianca's hot skin consumes me.

  It's almost two o'clock in the morning, I pick up the phone twice and then I get some courage, to hell with the time, I'll call her.

  In the second ring Bianca answers.

  - Hi

  Pause and a sigh, I also sigh.

  - Hi, can’t you sleep?

  -Well, guess why?

  Bianca provokes me.

  -I can’t imagine why, what are the options?

  I snort and I enter her game.

  - First option: the night of Istanbul is irresistible, second option: I'm can’t stand the hotel bed and finally, third option: I miss your skin on mine, the warmth of your body on mine, my halawi. What's up? Can you guess why I can’t sleep?

  Bianca moaned softly, and the sweet sound she let slip was like a direct and precise blow to my cock.

  - I imagine the correct option is the bed of this hotel which is very uncomfortable, King Nahan.

  I take off my clothes quickly and lay naked on the huge, cold bed, feeling my sex vibrate as I talk about my plans.

  - As soon as I get home, you will be punished halawi, I will bend you on my knees and you will receive your punishment quietly, what a shame! Using irony with your king.

  Bianca smiles and tells me about everything she did during the day, we talked a long time on the cell phone, until I say:

  - Turn it off Bianca.

  A silence takes over the environment, but I hear her breathing, at last she responds:

  -I do not want to, you turn it off.

  I turn on the bed and keep hearing her breath.

  -I do not want to either, turn it off, halawi."

  She laughs and I smile too. Wow! What have I become? Hearts, love letters, passionate declarations of love were never my forte ... Until now.

  -Then let's do as I did with my sister, let's count to three, on the three the two of us hang up.

  -One, I say slowly.

  - Two. - Bianca responds.

  - Three. - I said.

  Neither of us surrendered, she finally hanged up, not without first provoking me:

  -Ugly thing, a cheating king!

  I hear her laughter and then the silence comes in this huge room.

  Sleep takes me slowly, it comes briefly, along with Bianca's memory and her sweet voice in my ears.

  JAFAR ABDUL

  -What the hell did you do?

  Sapphira stares at me, her eyes glazed, puzzling, teasing me.

  -None of your business, Jafar Abdul.

  I go toward her like a runaway locomotive, gripping her arm tightly, my voice coming out low and sharp, like a razor wire, sharp and cold.

  -How dare you make a fool out of me, call to meet me and leaving me waiting for you, while Sapphira was to seduce Nahan, you went so low?

  She smiled at me with her eyes, I pulled her toward the stairs, Sapphira's back hit the wall in a thud, we were alone on these steps, Sapphira staggered in front of me, unable to meet my eyes.

  -I did the necessary Jafar, I promised my father that I shall be a queen of our country, and I do not fail in my promises.

  My trembling hands tear at the neckline of her dress, I'm furious, she'll learn to respect me, for better or for worse.

  -Just as you promised you would be only mine? That we would be together forever, that you would stop running away? Do you know the day you will be queen? Never, never Sapphira. Nahan already has a candidate, neither, nor anyone else will be able to separate him from her.

  Sapphire opens the front clasp of her bra and her full breasts leaps into my hands.

  Slutty, calculating, ordinary, my Sapphire, mine, just mine ...

  My love! My hate!

  Her glazed eyes tear, she's unhappy, sick of playing the role her father insists on forcing her to stage.

  The character of the perfect aristocrat, born and raised to be the queen, and I am no more than the Chief of the Royal Household, a guard dog, her father makes me feel like nothing, but now there is nothing and no one around us .

  Only her, I and our desire.

  She cries suddenly ashamed and begs me:

  -Jafar, make me forget, make me forget all of it, my father, my weakness, please, Jafar.

  I hold her chin tight, so that she faces me and I say without delicacies:

  - Put your legs around my hips and hold tight, I will not be gentle, Sapphire, today, is this way that you deserve it, this is how I fuck you.

  I am furious, feeling diminished, humiliated as a male, but my body awakens at the very moment when she wraps her arms around my neck.

  Why do I love a complicated woman like Sapphira? Why can’t I get rid of the taste of her skin, of the addictive sensation of having her, that numbs my ideas, my reason, my pride?

  I open the zipper of her pants and tear her panties, probing her tight pussy with my fingers, she's wet, wet and anxious, I guide my cock up to her crack burning and I strike in a single blow to her vagina.

  Our bodies are merged in love and duel equally, I kiss, suck and bite her lips to punish her, for making me want it, for trying to interfere in the life of my cousin, for refusing me as her man.

  She bites my lips with equal greed, and our lips mingle with joy, love, and unbridled rage.

  She will not give up on satisfying her father's will, but I will not give up either to subdue her, to dominate her, I will make her give in.

  Sapphira enjoys shouting my name and I refuse to give her the pleasure of doing the same, I melt in her soft skin and I come in silence. And this is how it will be from now on, I will love her in silence, until she admits loud and clear that I am the man of her life, even though I must wait three more years.

  I will not retreat, Sapphira will be mine, mine alone, even if she does not know it yet.

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 13

  Longing, passion storm

  Different emotion

  That annihilates people's lives

  A pain that I do not know where it comes from

  You left my heart empty.

  Did you miss it?

  When you despised that friendship

  Who was born at calling you, my darling

  In the ashes of my dream

  A hymn then I compose

  Suffering the Delusion

  That invades me

  Love song, longing

  Missing

  BIANCA

  L-O-N-G-I-N-G, I think of that word and only a name comes to mind, Nahan, today it has been four days since he travelled and I feel lost in this huge palace, the bed seems cold, hard, uncomfortable, without his body glued to mine, even Thura's sweets lost their taste ...

  Everything is kind of grey, I feel so ridiculous, I try to disguise it. But the longing that I feel, missing him, is undeniable.

  I sit at the edge of the table and Thura looks me in the eye, covering her mouth with her hand so I do not see the giggle on her lips, she kneads the dough of a dried fruit cake and throws a mist of flour into my face, catching my attention.

  -I'm talking to you, Bianca.

  I wipe my face of the flour and give her a fake laugh, apologizing.

  -Forgive me, I was distracted, could you repeat Thura?

  Thura continues to knead the cake with her fat arms, pulling me out of apathy.

  -He'll come tomorrow, calm your heart, girl! I'm going to suggest that he take you to Madinat'Isa, at the beach house, there you can kill the longing you're feeling.

  I get some nuts and I'm distracted by eating, Thura takes her horse out of the rain, I'm not going to admi
t that I'm suffering from his absence. Feeling the absence of your abductor, where did you see that? This is so awkward that sometimes I imagine I'm going crazy.

  -It's none of that Thura, I'm just a little tired myself.

  Thura looks at me over her glasses and gives a wry nod.

  -Ah! Okay.

  The beep of a message awakens me and I disguise the joy, it is ...

  Meetings, discussions with businessmen, I'm drowning in a sea of documents, why is this kingly joke so annoying? What are you doing?

  Nahan, a bored king!

  I smile without restraining myself and Thura murmurs that here in this palace there’s only crazy people and I have to agree, I answer the message quickly.

  Everything here is also so much fun, Thura is mumbling all day long, as always, and in a little while I'm going to eat a nut cake and go to bed early, huh !!

  Bianca, image of excitement!

  Go to bed early? And what will you wear to sleep?

  Nahan, a curious king ...

  I could be nice and tell him the truth, say that I'm sleeping all these days with his shirt, but I decide to tease him a little more, today I'm on my villain's day.

  And do you need to wear something? Sleeping naked is yummy ...

  Bianca, the doom!

  Ah! Bianca, my vicious halawi! If I were there, I would sweep your bare skin with my lips ... slowly, bit by bit, until you squirm in my hands!!! Allah, now I'll have to wait for everyone to leave this meeting, if I get up now, I'll be embarrassed!!!

  Nahan, a curious and priapic king.

  I wait for you tomorrow, anxious ... Me and my naked skin we miss you.

  Bianca, a hungry little devil!!!

  The phone’s battery died, ending our hot moment, Thura shakes her head laughing, to see my disappointment when the cell phone died and I decide to leave her there.

  Night falls and I'm about to go to bed early, Thura and I are talking on the porch when one of the guards approaches and talks to her quickly in Arabic.

  Thura nods and nods at the man to leave, then turns to me and speaks thoughtfully:

  -Sapphira is outside, she asked if she could talk to you.

  I can’t imagine what Nahan's "perfect suitor" wants with me, but I confess I was curious, I ask Thura to let her in.