Awoken by the Sheikh (5 page)

“
Say it, my pretty, yield to me.”

Dizzy with
her own desire and the knowledge that she was the cause of this powerful man
between her thighs fighting for control, the dark side of her brain reveled in
that power. It urged her to make him wait. She knew she would be punished,
craved the pain he was sure to give her, but something in his eyes stopped her.
A connection so deep she could not explain. It filled her with warmth and hope
at what she glimpsed in his gaze. She locked her legs round his waist, and, her
gaze never leaving
his,
rocked herself forward until
the tip of him was inside her. His agonized growl vibrated through every fiber
of her being, and his eyes flashed with triumph and relief at her whispered
words.

“
I want you to fuck me, my lord.”

 
It seemed
all the confirmation he needed. Rashid took control and buried himself hilt
deep inside her with just one harsh thrust. Astrid screamed at the brutal
invasion even as her body sang with pleasure. Rashid stilled to allow her to
adjust to his thick shaft, and he groaned when she clamped down on his length.

“
You do that and I won’t last very long, my pretty.”

Bending
his knees he pulled out until only his thick tip stretched her hole, and then
slid all the way in again with agonizing slowness that awoke every one of her
nerve endings. He kept up the slow drag and slide until he bottomed out
completely, and he kissed her. Rather than the harsh kiss she’d been expecting,
this was a slow exploration of her mouth, a claim, a brand on her very soul.
With his hands digging into her ass cheeks, and his cock pulsing deep inside
her, it left Astrid in no doubt as to who owned her right now. It might only be
for this moment in time, but she would take his possession, embrace it even,
for her stay on this island.

All
conscious thought fled her brain when he started thrusting in earnest. The
force of their coupling meant her breasts bounced up and down as though they
had a mind of their own, and she tightened her legs around his waist to enable
her to meet him thrust for thrust. With her body clamoring for release, his
harsh breaths in her ear grounded her, and her eyes flew open at his grunted
command.

“
Look at me, my pretty.”

Gazes
locked together they stared at each other, as Rashid seemed to grow bigger
still inside of her, and he stilled before roaring his release.

“
Come with me, girl,
now.
”

The
growled words were all she needed to tumble over the abyss with him. Her pussy
grasped his cock in the rhythmic clenches of her climax, and Rashid swore and
pumped harder, sending her body into further spasms of delight. She didn’t
understand the strained Arabic words, but her soul lapped them up anyway, safe
in the knowledge that she’d pleased him.

“
Fuck, yes. You’re mine.” Rashid buried his head in her
hair, and stilled as their bodies shook and they waited for their breathing to
slow down.

How long
they stayed locked together, Astrid could not determine, but eventually
Rashid’s softening cock slipped out of her, and he released her from her silken
restraints. Astrid winced as her body protested and her muscles screamed at
her, and Rashid swore again.

“
I’m sorry, my pretty. Let me take care of you now.”

Cocooned
by his warmth Astrid was dimly aware of being lowered on a soft surface, and
then the sensation of a warm cloth between her legs. Even that slight friction
against her over sensitized folds made her moan, and Rashid chuckled, and
kissed her.

“
As tempting as that is, you need to rest now. I’ve
been hard on you, my pretty. You’ll carry bruises tomorrow, and I should
probably apologize for that, but fuck me, if I don’t like seeing my marks on
you. Tell me this is okay. Tell me you’re with me.”

That
thought should have terrified her, but she smiled instead, and nodded.

“
I’m yours, my lord.”

“
Good girl, you have no idea what it does to me to hear
you say that. Now, relax and let me take care of you. I have plans for
tomorrow.”

Rashid
kissed her forehead, and then there was a curious pop and the sensation of cold
against her skin. Astrid hissed through her teeth, and then simply gave herself
up to Rashid’s large hands massaging away the aches and pains of her body. By
the time he turned her over again, having shown her back and ass the same
tender affection as he’d shown her front, she was yawning. Rashid’s silent
laughter trembled through her, and with his reassuring heartbeat under her ear,
she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Five

Astrid
woke up with a start, nestled against Rashid’s hot, firm body. His semi flaccid
cock against her butt started the slow burn of arousal in her core, and she
grew wet for him, like she always did. Astrid smiled and rolled her eyes at
herself.

 
I’ve
turned into a sex maniac. Who’d have thought it?

She—strait-laced,
conservative school teacher, whose unsatisfying sexual encounters she could
count on one hand, even if she included teenage fumbles behind the bike
shed—had indulged in some of the hottest sex ever with a man who, even in his
sleep, had one arm possessively curled around her breast. She wriggled
slightly. His cock’s immediate reaction made her grin even more. The hand on
her breast tightened even as his steady breathing told her he was still asleep.

She had
lost all sense of time and space over the last few hours or days, she couldn’t
be sure which. Cocooned inside their little oasis, they had explored each
other’s bodies in ways she would not have thought to imagine, let alone act
out. They only ventured out of their tent to take care of necessities or to
bathe in the clear waters. Making love under moonlit skies, they feasted on
each other, their mutual desires potent and explosive,
each
time new and exciting. Her heart constricted painfully at the thought of having
to leave this place of her sexual awakening. And what good had all this done,
really? How would any man back in the real world live up to her dream lover’s
passions and skills, which had aroused needs she had no idea she had?

With a
sigh of surrender, she turned in his arms. Astrid propped herself up on one
elbow to commit his features to memory. To store away every dimple, every
whispered command of that gravelly voice, whose deep accent alone had her wet
with need in seconds, every
time.
She leaned forward,
and her already achingly aroused nipples scraped across his chest hair.
Slightly sore as they were from the nipple clamps he’d used on her last time,
the delicious sensation increased the need between her legs to fever pitch. Was
spectacular sex addictive, she wondered? Or maybe it was just his command over
her that she craved? Astrid had never thought of herself as submissive before,
but she couldn’t deny this need deep inside of her to please her lord.

His
dominance was what made the difference, and the way he expected her immediate
obedience, in a sexual sense, at least. It left Astrid free to let go, to let
her body soar, safe in the knowledge that Rashid would take care of her needs,
and push her into trying new things that left her breathless with desire.

 
Needing
to taste him, she ran her tongue along his jaw and up the side of his face over
the scar on top of his eye. She was dying to know more about him, but knew
better than to ask. Any attempt at personal conversation had resulted in more
and more arousing punishments, which ended up with her usually tied up, and his
cock buried in her so deep, she didn’t know where she began and he stopped.
Heaven help her, she couldn’t get enough of his dominance. She knew she could
trust him to not take this game of theirs too far with a certainty lodged deep
inside her heart that she didn’t dare to examine too closely. Only it wasn’t a
game to him. She sensed that, too, accepted it without question, and with it
came the realization of her own needs. Of the knowledge what had been missing
from her life, and she had no idea how to incorporate this into her life back
home, or even if she wanted to. No one else was Rashid, after all.

The sharp
pinch to her nipple brought her out of her internal reverie, and she gasped as
the pain shot straight to her clit. Caught in the intensity of his amber gaze,
every cell in her body sighed in submission at the wicked grin that kicked up
the corners of his mouth. His cock roared to life against her belly, and desire
made his voice rougher than usual.

“
Did I give you permission to move, to touch me?” he
asked. The rough sandpaper quality of his deep voice made her grow even wetter,
and his nostrils flared as though he could smell her. His cock jerked in
response and left a wet trail against her abdomen. Astrid licked her lips,
desperate to taste him, for him to shoot his seed deep down her throat, as he
used her for his pleasure, but she knew better than to act on her desire.

Instead
she bowed her head.

“
No, my lord.
I have
been a very bad girl, I deserve your wrath. Do with me as you wish.”

Silence
and the sound of their combined breathing was the only reaction to her
whispered words. Her body braced itself for the sweet pain she was sure would
follow, but didn’t.

Confusion
made her look up as his hands went into her hair, and tilted her head up. The
unexpected tenderness in his eyes made her blink.

“
Not today, my sweet.”

He
released her as abruptly as he’d grabbed her, his expression unreadable. She
moaned her frustration when he got up instead of pouncing on her, like she’d
hoped he would. She let her gaze feast on the incredible display of rippling
muscles as he moved away from their resting place. His ass clenched and
released with his movements, and when he turned round again, his magnificent
cock jutted up toward his navel. Like a come-suck-me-beacon the thick mushroom
head was slick with pre-cum, and it took all of Astrid’s willpower to not crawl
along the floor toward him, run her hands up his hair roughened thighs, and
fondle the heavy balls swinging between his legs.

She
wanted to curl her hand around his thick girth, run her tongue along the vein
underneath his cock, and then take him deep toward the back of her throat, and
swallow.

She did
none of that, of course. Instead she sat and waited as he approached the low
table filled to bursting with fresh food and refreshments. Presumably the
servants had restocked while they had slept. She certainly never saw them.
Good
grief, why am I even thinking about food at a time like this? Something is
wrong. Has he gone off me already?

Furiously
she blinked back the tears of frustration at her jumbled thoughts.
 
Of course he hadn’t. His erect cock meant he
still wanted her, sexually at least, and really that was all she had signed up
for here, so why was she being this pathetically needy? Damn it, she wanted to
taste him so badly it hurt. Her pussy contracted in need for his touch. Her
voice shook with the force of her own arousal. Was this her punishment then?
Was he going to make her beg?

“
Please my lord, what’s wrong?”

The heat
in his gaze set the fire in her belly to flashpoint, and his gaze rolled over
her. Like a physical caress it warmed up every bit of flesh he skimmed over
from afar.

“
Don’t you want me, my lord?”

His
animalistic grunt in answer made a fresh wave of moisture seep into her already
drenched cunt. A small muscle ticked in his clenched jaw, and, fists balled at
his side, he closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. The Arabic words too
low for her to catch, even if she’d known the language. When he finally opened
those eyes the glimpse of pain made her heart ache for the man behind the mask.
A mask she instinctively knew he wore.

“
Call me Rashid. I want you to scream
my
name
when you come just for me, not the prince, not this place, just you and me.
Will you do that for me? Please?
Fuck,
I don’t even know your name.”

Astrid’s
eyes widened further at the agitation in those grumbled words. Rashid took
several steps toward her, his eyes locked with hers, and the heated intensity
in his gaze took her breath away. He reached out to her. His fingers shook when
they closed around the hand she offered to him with an uncertain smile, and all
of her courage fled at the sudden vulnerability he showed her. This was far
more dangerous to her than any of the aggression he had shown her before. This
man she could fall in love with so easily that it frightened her witless. What
was happening here, and why did he complicate matters now?

A small
tug at her hand, and she tumbled against his chest as his other arm lifted her
effortlessly against his frame. She locked her legs round his waist
automatically, bringing her wet pussy agonizingly close to his cock. His whole
body jerked at the contact, and she gripped him tighter with her thighs. Both
of his hands dug into her ass, and his forehead touched hers. Their breaths
mingled as he just held her there, and dropped butterfly kisses along her jaw, while
his stubble scraped her skin.