When the groomers arrived, she allowed them to prepare her body for him, and even managed to not hyperventilate over some of the strange cleansing techniques. It was beyond humiliating to allow a male, even if he could not feel pleasure, to purify her. She finally knew that the strange contraption in the stall was used to rid her core of any impurities. Her face was bright red before the ordeal was finished.
She rested on the cushioned table as her body was covered again in oils, then to her amazement painted with golden designs. Her hair was brushed until it shined and then intricately braided in dozens of rows. As first wife she was allowed to choose her own costume and she considered wearing a garment that covered every body part, but reconsidered.
After long thought she chose a sheer pink top that barely covered her breasts and had long golden bangles hanging around the edges. The sheer pants rested just below her navel, which the groomers had placed a ruby inside of. The bottom gathered tightly at her ankles, and billowed out from her thighs. Glancing into one of the looking glasses, she could not believe the woman that stared back at her.
When her slave arrived to escort her to Armon, she trembled at the thought of what devious act he had planned tonight for her demands. Before she allowed him to escort her, she walked over to Nada and whispered softly in her ear. "You are not to worry, he will give you time to mature before your first night." Instinctively, she reached down and kissed the young woman's cheek.
Following the slave, she could hear the slight jingle of the bells on her top. The sound reverberated off the walls. Stopping in front of his door, the slave knocked. She felt her heart fall into her stomach as he called out for her to enter. On shaking legs, she forced herself to walk inside.
Left alone she sought him out and felt her breath catch at the sight of him. He was only wearing a pair of loose pants and his firm, chiseled, abdomen rippled in strength. She could not deny his beauty as her eyes ran over his wide shoulders, and thick muscled arms. His mouth lifted into a smile, making the strong planes of his gorgeous face even more handsome. A small strand of hair fell over his eyes, and she was amazed at the urge to lift her hands and move it away.
"Your costume is intriguing Michaela, but I would have you undress," he demanded softly as his strong arms crossed over his massive chest.
Her mind longed to defy him, but her body shivered in anticipation. The look in his chocolate eyes darkened, and she knew that he had something planned. With trembling fingers she removed her top and then her bottom, standing before him trembling as the cool air teased her breasts.
His shaft grew thick as he allowed his eyes to leisurely move over her incredible form. Her full breasts were taught, and the soft rosy peaks seemed to demand his touch. With more control than he thought he possessed, he refrained from walking over and throwing her on the bed. "Come to me, hassanna." His voice was low and seductive, she would beg before this night ended he vowed silently.
She managed to make her feet walk the short distance to him, her emerald orbs never once leaving his. Her hands clenched into tight little fists at her side as she awaited his command. Heart racing, it felt to her as if several minutes had passed before he spoke again. Her face flushed deeply at how his eyes inspected her.
His eyes moved toward a small cushioned table to his right, and he motioned with his hand for her to climb up on it. He noted her hesitance but was pleased when she followed his silent order and climbed up. "Tonight I will show you what it truly means to surrender, Michaela, lay back for me."
The words confused her and she felt a slight fear, but she complied and lay down on the table uncertainly. His hands lifted several silken scarves and he placed them on her flat abdomen, she trembled nervously having no idea what he intended. When the first silken fabric was placed over her eyes, and her head lifted to secure it behind her head, she nearly jumped off the table she was so stunned.
"Relax, hassanna," he spoke quietly, knowing that this was only the beginning of the lessons for tonight. As her body calmed once again, he captured one wrist, lifted her arm above her head and tied it to a clamp at the top of the table, securing it firmly. He did the same with her other wrist, and watched as she tested the strength of her bonds.
Darkness engulfed her, and she struggled against the strange imprisonment. She doubted he would harm her, but she had never felt as defenseless as she did in that moment. As she felt her legs pulled apart and tied to each side of the table, she thought her heart would stop beating. She was as exposed as a woman could possibly be and it was oddly exciting and frightening, simultaneously.
He glanced over her incredible beauty and felt his shaft harden, painfully. The thought of how he would taste and tease her mercilessly had him aching to drive deeply into her silken folds. He walked across the room, leaving her only long enough to retrieve a basket full of items that would have her demanding fulfillment.
Still struggling against her bonds, she feared that he would leave her this way for the remainder of the evening. She had made demands of him, and it was apparent he was not a man that enjoyed having his words questioned. The room had grown very quiet, but she refused to call out to him. If it was his intention to leave her there, then she would suffer silently she decided. At the first touch of his hand grazing across her upper thigh, she jumped having no idea he was still in the room.
"First I will feast," he whispered as his hands lavished her breasts with heavy cream and then surrounded them with small berries. Trailing the cream down her stomach, and across the mound of her smooth sex, he allowed it to drip into the soft folds. "Do not move at all," he demanded.
Her body was trembling in pleasure at the strange sensations she felt. She had no idea what he was placing on her skin, but the touch of his fingers was incredible. He parted the soft folds of her sex, and she felt something cool and wet being placed here. It took every ounce of control she possessed not to move.
The small grape above the nub of her sex, demanded to be tasted, but he was not finished with his masterpiece yet. He slowly pushed a few more grapes into her silken flesh, and fought back a groan as he watched them slowly disappear. Her body flooded his finger with her desire and he could only hope he would not end this too soon.
She was on fire, and whimpered softly. Merciful heavens, she thought to herself, how was it possible to feel this much? Fighting to keep completely still, she could only feel and it seemed without her sight every sensation was amplified.
His tongue slowly laved away the cream on her breasts, and the berries filled his mouth. Lifting his mouth, he bit into one of the juicy tidbits, watching in pleasure as the juice drifted from his mouth onto the hardened nub of her full breast. Swallowing those quickly, his tongue trailed to the other breasts and feasted on the sweet delight there.
Suckling her deeply into his mouth, he allowed his teeth to slightly graze the peak, before trailing down between her breasts and lapping up the sweet cream that led to her mound. As his tongue flicked the small grape embedded above the opening to her core, he smiled in delight as her body trembled. Plucking the grape from its hiding place he ate it quickly.
His tongue flicked across the nub of her sex, and she cried out in pleasure. Never had she felt anything so delicious before, she thought as her hips arched off the table. As his tongue delved deep, she felt whatever he had placed inside her core slide free and nearly fell over the edge. "Armon, please I can take no more," she pleaded helplessly.
Lifting his mouth from her drenched sex, he smiled to himself. "We have barely begun, hassanna," he teased softly. Standing again, he moved back over to his basket of pleasure, and pulled a long strand of pearls out. Opening a small vial of olive oil, he coated them generously before moving back to the end of the table. His fingers still coated in the oil, he slowly slid one inside of her tight orifice.
She tensed at the invasion, not sure what his intentions were. The feel of his slick finger inside of her was not painful, but there was little pleasure. At the feel of strange circular
objects being embedded inside her, she clenched tightly against the invasion.
"You will enjoy this hassanna," he promised on a whisper, once again encouraging her to relax. His mouth lowered to her sex, taking her attention away from what he was doing and soon her hips were arching up to meet his kiss. As he tasted her he continued to push the pearls deeper inside her tight sheath.
She felt the passion escalating with each stroke of his tongue against her silken petals, and strained for release. As he delved deeply, she felt the slide of the pearls being slowly removed and gasped in ecstasy. The feeling was unlike any she had ever known and her body came undone violently as the last pearl found the exit. "What are you doing to me?" She was breathless at the release he had given her.
"Teaching you the pleasure of love, Michaela," he spoke honestly, needing her to understand that this was what she would refuse herself if she chose to deny him.
"Even in pain, pleasure can be found hassanna." He stood again and lifted a candle from a stand. Lifting it high above her, so she would only feel a slight sting from the wax, he dripped it over her stomach.
The first sting of the heated wax shocked her and she stilled completely. She could only anticipate his next move, and trembled again. As the next heated drop fell on her breast, she gasped. It was both pleasure and slight pain but it heightened all her senses even more. "Armon," she called his name unsure of what she truly wanted.
"Shall I stop Michaela," he questioned sensing her indecision.
"No, yes," biting her lip she found the answer to be beyond her own thinking. This strange new world he was initiating her into was both compelling and frustrating. What she truly desired was to feel him deep inside her.
Chuckling softly, he put the candle back into its stand. "I will refrain, but you will taste me," he demanded softly.
She nodded, the thought of him in her mouth filled her mind with sinful thoughts and she could only hope it would lead him to fill her soon.
In haste he slide off his pants, and maneuvered himself up on the table. Straddling her face he allowed the head of his shaft to touch her lips. Her hands strained at the bonds, and he chuckled softly. "Only your mouth, hassanna."
Her tongue flicked out and slowly laved across the engorged head of his thick staff. The slight saltiness of his flavor titillated her senses and she drew him into her mouth. Suckling him, she was pleased to feel him growing even larger with each curl of her tongue over his tip.
He longed to thrust deeply into the soft recesses of her mouth, but refrained from allowing himself the pleasure. He was already on the edge of paradise and he planned to be deep inside of her when that moment came. Quickly he pulled himself away and his mouth trailed down her body until his tongue once again delved inside her fragrant garden.
Her hips arched up to meet his tongue, and she felt her body tense as her own fulfillment threatened to overwhelm her again. As he pulled away, she cried out in denial. "Please Armon," she begged, her body aching.
"Tell me what it is you want, hassanna," he demanded, his own control ebbing.
"I want you," she whimpered, her sex aching with a need to find completion.
He came in between her thighs and allowed the head of his throbbing shaft to graze over the nub of her core. "Where do you want me," he prayed she would give in soon or he would go back on his own word to make her beg.
"Please Armon," she hated speaking the words but the need was almost unbearable.
He lifted his body away from hers, denying her the pleasure she wanted. "I will hear you say the words," his tone was rough as his control slipped away even further.
"I want to feel you deep inside me," she arched her hips up needing him with a desire that was almost painful.
"Who owns you Michaela," he demanded, allowing his shaft to poise at her silken entrance once again, barely penetrating.
"Y-you, you own me Armon," she wanted to resist, but her body was on fire and that need drove her on.
With one long thrust he embedded himself fully. "You will never defy me again," he remained completely still, even as every instinct he had demanded he ride her until his passion was spent.
"Never," she whispered breathlessly, her hips gyrating, encouraging him to take her.
His control snapped at her words and he rode her savagely. Each stroke was heaven, each retreat demanding he plunge deeper within. Her body fit him perfectly, the tightness of her silken core clenching him and demanding more. Allowing his passion to unleash he rode her with a savageness until she found paradise. He followed soon after and could only marvel at this incredible woman who made him feel more than he ever dreamt possible.
Long minutes later, he untied her and removed her blindfold before carrying her to his bed. Her smile of contentment filled his heart with pride, but he was not ready for this night to end. They loved into the early morning hours, and he doubted she would be able to move the next morning. He could not get enough of this wonderful woman, he thought as sleep finally found them.
10 Renewing
It was almost noon when Michaela found her way back to the harem. She had barely reached the inner walls when nausea nearly dropped her to her knees. She ran with haste to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach. The memory of last night still filled her thoughts, and she blushed. She could only wonder if a person could die from so much pleasure.
"Daughter, are you unwell?" Zahra glanced over the paleness of her skin in great concern as she walked into the bathroom.
"I think something I ate last night may have made me sick," her face flushed in embarrassment, illness was not considered polite conversation.
"Perhaps," glancing over her daughter, she thought it may well indeed be something more pleasant but chose to refrain from mentioning it. "Come rest, all the women are practicing their talents."
Michaela felt much better, and gave a nod before walking over to one of the oversized pillow arrangements and resting upon them. She was overly tired, and knew that her long night with Armon was probably the reason for that. They had spent very little time sleeping last night, she thought trying not to blush. Within moments she surrendered to sleep.
There was little doubt in Zahra's mind that Michaela was pregnant, it should have been apparent to her before, she thought with a smile. It would bring great honor to her son to have his first child presented, especially if the child were male. She could hardly contain her joy at the thought of her first grandchild. She would wait a few more days to confirm her thoughts, before speaking with Armon.
Zahra made sure that the other women remained quiet and allowed Michaela to rest. They continued on with their talents in another room. These women would make excellent additions, she thought as she watched the various abilities they had mastered. Her son would find great pleasure in watching them perform.
Lilly had arrived and called the wives into a class on the erotic arts. She explained the many ways a woman could sexually pleasure her husband without allowing actual penetration. Nada seemed to flourish under these lessons, and Zahra was pleased that even at her tender age she appeared ready to surrender to Armon.
Zahra knew her son well and had little fear for the young Nada. Armon was nothing if not patient. She had no doubts that he would ease the young woman into her duties as a wife kindheartedly. The sounds of children filling the harem took over her thoughts and she could only smile. Her own husbands' wives had left of their own decision and were now happily in homes with new men. Armon had been sensitive to each of them and gave them the choice to remain or to finally be allowed to choose their own mates. She knew the decision had cost him the respect of many of his peers.
Most of them still visited when their duties allowed, but it was not the same as living with the women she had come to love as dear friends. She knew that given time, Michaela would come to feel the same about the wives here. A first wife wielded great power in the harem structure, and Zahra knew her new daughter would earn the respect of all those beneath her.
She smiled warmly as Michaela joined the rest of their group. "I hope your rest was peaceful?"
"Forgive me, I hope I was not missed overly?" In truth, she felt incredible. The short nap had done wonders for her and she was ravenous. Lifting an apple from one of the bronze bowls she quickly devoured it.
"It is an adjustment attempting to learn a new way of life, dear," Zahra smiled noting her daughter-in-laws appetite.
Lilly held up a molded phallus and captured everyone's attention. Some of the women giggled and other just stared wide-eyed. "There are many pleasures points on your husband's body, but most men will enjoy contact here." For the next twenty minutes, Lilly taught them how to caress the shaft or ways to take it deeply in their mouth to give him greater release.
The thought of such oral pleasure had Michaela running for the bathroom again. Something was not right, she thought to herself. Her body had never responded to anything in such a way and this was twice in one day. She wanted to believe it was just the thought of Armon being pleasured by these other women, but even though it angered her, making her physically ill made little sense.
Zahra walked into the bathroom and secured a cloth, dipping it in cool water. "This will pass soon, dear daughter," wiping her face and neck with the cool cloth, she knew it was almost certain her daughter-in-law was with child. "Michaela, you do understand why you feel this way?"
Looking up at her in confusion she shook her head. "I assumed it was something I ate, but that should all be purged from my belly by now?
"I believe you are with child, these are normal symptoms."
Michaela felt the room begin to spin and gripped the post in the wall for support. Darkness surrounded her and she felt herself slipping into the unknown.
Zahra caught her before she reached the floor and called out to the slaves for help. Within moments they had her back upstairs in her bed and she summoned her son. A healer was sent for and she waited for Armon to arrive.
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