Shania pulled her knees back, scraping long, silky legs against him. She pressed her knees against his upper body and lifted her hips, deepening the contact of his crotch against the wet slick silk of her panties. She pressed herself up and then down, sliding his rough length across her pussy, trying to bring herself some relief from the building pressure within her body. She arched her neck and pressed her head back against the bed.
“What do you need, princess?” Khalid growled, lifting his hips and reaching down between them to caress her clitoris roughly through the lace covering.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Touch me. Please, Khalid. Touch me again!”
His lips pulled back in a feral grin. “Beg me for it, Shania.” He pressed heated kisses over her breasts and neck.
“Please, Khalid!” she said desperately, writhing underneath him. “Please, I need you to touch me!”
“Where?” he demanded.
She reached down, between their bodies, and grasping his long fingers, pressed them against her. “Here!”
Impatient to get his fingers back into the luscious heat of her vagina, he tore the panties from her body. “I have you, princess,” he breathed, dropping his head down to her stomach as she pressed up against him.
Khalid slid his fingers along her plump labia, gently separating them and revealing the dusky pink of her inner lips and the thrust of her aroused clitoris. Shania responded by separating her knees and shifting her hips restlessly. He dropped further between her knees and reaching underneath her, gripped the globes of her ass and lifted her off the bed.
Shania froze and stared down the length of her body uncertainly. She knew what he wanted to do, but it wasn’t something she had ever shared with anyone. Aiden had been a selfish lover and her limited experience before him hadn’t led to a man putting his mouth on her most private body part. She whimpered and experimentally tried to close her knees.
Not having it, Khalid thrust his muscular shoulders against her soft thighs and spread them wide. “Trust me,” he growled, nipping at her inner thigh, causing goosebumps of pleasure to feather along her skin.
“I don’t…” she gasped. “I can’t.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
She held her breath, half afraid and half hopeful as he dropped his head between her legs. He looked like a dark, swooping predator, casting a black shadow over her, covering the intimacy he was about to force on her. When his lips made contact with her dripping pussy, the sensations were so intensely good she thought she might die if he changed his mind and stopped. He slid his tongue from her vagina to the top of her clitoris and back.
Shania bowed her head back and moaned loudly. Her knees dropped helplessly open, giving up the fight against his intrusion. He tasted every inch of her over and over again with increasingly aggressive swipes. Sometimes his tongue was too rough against her sensitive clitoris and she would jump, but then his soothing lips would gently caress her. She was so lost in the incredible feelings he was arousing that she barely noticed the pressure when he pressed one long, thick finger into her slick passage. She definitely noticed when he added another finger.
She tossed restlessly beneath him, caught between the pressure of the fingers in her vagina and the incredibly good lave of his tongue across her clitoris and inner lips. She could feel the orgasm building within her belly and spreading through her lower body. She thrust up against him, forcing his fingers further into her body.
“Good girl,” he said, nipping gently at her clitoris. “I want you to come now,” he added and began licking her with relentless swipes of his tongue over sensitized flesh. She tried to scream out, but her breath strangled in her throat. He slid his thumb through the cream of her dripping arousal and around to her anus.
He felt the tension rise within her and the answering tension within his own tightly held body. He knew she would never have consented to anal play. Not this soon and not with someone she barely knew and didn’t trust. But he was getting a taste of her passionate body and knew that nothing could stop him from accessing every beautiful inch.
He pushed his thumb against the light resistance of the muscular ring and slid it into her body. Ignoring her gasping protests, he pulled his thumb out of her ass and then began thrusting it back into her body in time with his fingers. All it took was one more swipe of his tongue across her begging clit and she was done. With a scream she came so hard she nearly managed to throw him off of her body.
He wanted to enjoy watching the fall of her body as it came down from such an intense orgasm, but his own body screamed at him to claim his woman now. He didn’t bother taking off his boots or jeans. He just opened his fly and shoved his jeans and underwear out of the way. His heavy penis thrust out, eager for a taste of the woman that writhed helplessly beneath him.
Khalid reached down and pulled her legs over his arms, spreading her wide to accommodate him. He knew from the thrust of his fingers that she would be a tight fit. He wanted to be gentle, but he didn’t have it in him. She had gutted him in so many ways tonight. Now she was dealing with the consequences. She could have had a slow and easy lover in him, if she had played by his rules.
“Hold on to me, princess,” he said, reaching down and lining his penis up. She gasped sharply when he thrust forward and did as he told her, grabbing hold of his biceps and digging her nails in.
He only got about halfway into her tight passage. He grunted and pulled back out. She whimpered and tried to move her hips but he pinned her with another deep thrust. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted, forcing his thick penis through the silken passage until he was buried deep within her.
She mewled and bit into his shoulder in pain and ecstasy. He could tell she didn’t even know what she wanted at this point. It had clearly been some time since she’d had sex and she had never felt so stretched in her life. She didn’t think she could possibly accommodate him. But the slippery wetness increased, easing his way and telling him her body wanted what he was doing.
Finally she moved her hips, experimentally shifting them upwards to meet his. Khalid gritted his teeth and threw his head back trying to remain still while her body continued to adjust. It didn’t work. He had never been a particularly patient man. He began thrusting in and out of her, revelling in the gasps escaping her full lips. It wasn’t long before he felt the clench of her inner muscles creating a rhythm of their own, as they tried to hold his dick in place for her pleasure.
He felt the burning heat of his impending orgasm. He should have been surprised as he usually lasted much longer with his women, but he knew Shania would be different. He was too desperate to have her for the first time to take very long. He heard the quickening of her breath and knew she was close to reaching another orgasm. He reached between their bodies and carefully began gliding the pad of his finger over her bared, sensitive clitoris.
Shania screamed again and came with such energy that her hips thrust up against him, burying him so deep inside of her clenching body he had no choice but to come with her. He grunted and clutched her soft body with hard, demanding fingers as he emptied himself deep within her body.
He continued to hold her tightly for several minutes before forcing himself to gently pull out of her and lay her back on the bed. She moaned softly and lay passively where he put her. Her breaths, which had been quick and panting, were gradually easing into a regular rhythm. He thought she might be falling asleep.
Khalid rolled to his side and reached over to snap the lamp on. They were bathed in a soft glow and he was able to look down at the woman. Her head had lolled toward him. Her lips were slack and slightly open and her silky black lashes were lowered. She was well on her way to sleep, exhaustion from the day and their frantic lovemaking overtaking her. Gently, he reached around her and tilted her shoulder up to unclasp her bra. It took some maneuvering, but he was able to pull it off of her without disturbing her too much.
With firm but gentle hands, Khalid rolled her onto her other side so he could inspect
her back in the light. He traced one long finger over the barely visible red marks that crossed over her tender skin and winced. Guilt ate at him. He knew that in his world, the tiny taste of pain he had dealt her was nothing, but it didn’t stop him wishing he had never laid rough hands on her. His rules and tough façade were nothing in the presence of his princess.
Khalid knew he would never touch her in anger again. It wasn’t worth feeling lower than the scum he dealt with on a daily basis. She was too pure, too perfect to know that side of him. No matter what she did to twist him up, he would never hurt her again.
Khalid stood and adjusted his jeans, zipping them back up again. With little effort, he found his shirt and pulled it back over his head. He was loathe to disturb her, but he couldn’t stand the idea of Shania spending even one night in this base hotel room. She belonged in his bed. Maybe if he had taken her there that first night, none of this would have happened.
As gently as he could, Khalid gathered the white duvet around his sleeping beauty and stood with her in his arms. He shifted her so her head was up against his shoulder, her arms tucked inside the quilt and long brown legs draped over his other arm. Striding out of the suite, he met Ash in the hallway. He wasn’t surprised to see Ash. The bodyguard would always shadow either Shania or himself when they were at their most vulnerable. Without a word, Ash escorted the two to the elevator and accompanied them to the penthouse.
CHAPTER NINE
The first thing Shania became aware of was the deep, borderline unpleasant ache of her body. She frowned and twisted a little before coming fully awake. With a moan, she shoved herself into a sitting position and tried to reach back to touch one of the aching stripes that marked her back. As the heavy quilt fell away from her naked body, she became aware that she wasn’t in that horrible room Khalid had taken her to last night, nor was she in her own room. The heavy, dark furniture came into focus and she realized she was in the penthouse. His room.
She tried to think of how she got there when a scraping noise caught her attention. Khalid was sitting in the chair against the corner wall watching her intently. Shania blushed and pulled the blanket back up her body.
“It won’t happen again.”
She knew right away what he meant. His voice, deep with regret, assured her of his honesty. She dropped her eyes as the memory of his beating swept over her. It hadn’t hurt nearly as much as she knew it could, but she hated that it happened at all. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to forgive him.
“How can you be sure?” she whispered.
He shoved annoyed fingers through his hair. “Because it won’t,” he snapped. “I don’t explain myself, Shania. You don’t have to believe what I say. I said what I meant.”
She nodded. It was true, he had never done other than what he said he would. They had that in common. “And the other thing?” she asked quietly, her face flaming.
His face reflected his answer. His eyes swept over her curves under the cover of the blanket. Her breath caught in her throat as his scorching eyes captured hers. “You stay in my bed.”
She knew he meant that literally as well as metaphorically. Their relationship had changed and he wasn’t going to let her go back to sleeping alone in the room across the hall.
She was torn. Except for the slight tightness in her back, her body tingled in a wonderful way she had never experienced before. She loved the feeling of his body claiming hers. But Shania had issue with carrying on and enjoying a sexual relationship with a man that took away her freedom and rights.
“I can’t do it, Khalid,” she said quietly. “Not unless everything else has changed. I need to go back to work, I need to be my own person and make my own decisions. I can’t have Aiden’s debt between us if I’m going to consent to a relationship.”
She watched apprehensively as he pushed himself up from the chair and stood to his full height. He approached the bed slowly, stalking her. Shania pushed herself further back up the bed.
“You make mistakes, Shania.” His sinful voice caressed each syllable of her name. His accent was slightly stronger, edged with annoyance at her. She shivered, so far ‘annoyed’ Khalid hadn’t been her favourite.
“Mistakes?” she whispered.
He reached back, pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. He held her gaze as he unzipped his jeans. “You make the mistake of assuming that debt has anything to do with us anymore. I wrote it off the moment you walked into my office and tried to hand me that pitiful roll of cash.”
Shania’s breath gasped out. He shoved his jeans and underwear down his legs and kicked them off. He stood in front of her, completely unashamed of his nudity. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of. His body was incredibly beautiful to her, as though he had been sculpted from her imagination. He was big all over. Bigger than she had thought. His expensive suits hid the powerful body beneath. A tattoo scrolled from his ribcage around his back. She couldn’t tell what it said. It was written in Arabic or some other language she couldn’t recognize.
“Then why am I here, if not for the debt?”
“That was your second mistake,” he answered, kneeling on the bed next to her quivering body. “In assuming, once you stepped foot in my casino, that your consent would ever be necessary to me. You belong to me, Shania. Nothing changes, except now you’re in my bed where you belong. You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
He pulled the heavy blanket away from her, ignoring her desperate grasp for modesty. He worshipped her flawless dark skin with his eyes, and swept his hands down her body, from neck to breasts to hips and back up again.
Shania gasped and grabbed hold of his wrists. Despite her tugging, he didn’t cease his exploration. Her body quickly warmed beneath him and began to respond. He was more than ready for her, his thick penis jutting from his body.
“No,” Shania moaned. “You can’t keep me like this! I won’t be your slave!”
Khalid’s hands grew more insistent, one slipping low over the curve of her stomach and settling between her plump thighs. He was gentle, but firm as he nudged her legs apart and slipped into the wet, welcoming heat of her pussy.
“Ahhh…” Her strangled moan let him know his exploration was succeeding.
“Not my slave, Shania, my princess,” he breathed, dropping a kiss on her jaw. “You belong to me, body and soul.”
Shania gasped again when his thumb brushed against her aching clit. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to push her buttons to make her capitulate. But she also knew it was important to let him know where she stood. She placed her palms on the sheets and shoved up, the unexpected movement dragging her out of his grip.
She rolled away from him. “I won’t stay with you under these circumstances, Khalid. Either you give me back my freedom or I find a way to take it myself! I mean it, Khalid. I won’t stop looking for a way to leave!”
Anger at her stubbornness flared hotly within him. Didn’t she understand how many women dreamed of being where she was? He had never taken another woman to his apartment and into his bed. She would be the first and last. Other women would salivate over the jewels and the clothes he gifted her. Yet all she could obsess over was the fact that he wouldn’t allow her to freely walk out of the casino by herself.
With a growl, Khalid reached out and halted her move to get off the bed. Gripping her hips, he dragged her back toward him until he had her laying facedown, panting under his heavier body. He cock nudged her backside insistently.
Tangling one hand in her hair, he tilted her head back until she had no choice but to brace herself against the mattress to relieve the pressure. “That will never happen,” he snapped.
“Stop it Khalid!” she gasped, shifting her hips under him.
He grinned darkly when she did exactly what he wanted her to. She pushed herself up onto her knees in order to have enough purchase to scramble off the bed. Khalid slid a thick arm around her waste and yanked the plump globes of her ass into the cradle of his hips.
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“That’s right, baby,” he breathed, “right there.”
In one fluid movement, he pressed his long, thick penis into the wet heat of her pussy. She cried out against the intrusion, but stopped trying to crawl off the bed. She held still as he forced his way through her tight channel until he was deep within her. Her body fluttered around him, tightening and loosening as she worked to accommodate his size.
“Khalid…” she breathed. Then, with the tiniest wiggle of her delicious bottom, encouraged him to continue.
Groaning at the feel and sight of her reached up and firmly pressed her shoulders down to the mattress. Using the hand tangled in her hair, he tilted her face to the side and pushed the mass away so he could watch the flushed wonderment of her expression as he fucked her from behind.
In long, thrusting strokes he took her body without mercy. Still tender from the sex they had the night before, Shania gasped and wiggled. Sensations flooded her body. She felt helpless beneath him, with no choice but to submit to the aggressive thrusting of his hard body against her. He paused for a moment, she thought perhaps to give her time to adjust to him, but he used a knee to shove her legs wider on the bed, his fit within her body impossibly snug.
Shania shrieked and then moaned long and low as he began moving again. She felt every tiny movement of his cock within her. The pressure was too much, forcing her tight passage to take far more than ever before. She wanted it to stop, but she also never wanted it to end.
He reached beneath their bodies and, with sure fingers, found the tiny nub of her clit. He stroked it until she was shrieking in agony and ecstasy. She tried to pull away from the intense, overwhelming sensations, but he forced her to stay right where she was.
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