The Shiekh's Virgin Mistress (2 page)

Gulp.  “Anna.”

“Ahhh, Anna, Anna, Anna.  That feels good to say.  May I tell you, I find you captivating?”

Me? What did he say?
“Um.”

“Yes Anna, you.”

I don’t remember walking to the bar with him.  I might have floated.  Suddenly my feet didn’t hurt in the much too high, high heels.  Even still, he stands a solid foot above me.  Oh, when I touch him? When I put my hand up into the crease of his elbow? Yeah, electricity like I never imagined.  I think it’s just him though.  Him and his uber powerful self. 

The crowd is slowly filtering into the reception hall and I am starting to feel better.  I have two vodka cranberries in me and things are starting to swirl and blur.  I blink up at the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.  Maybe it’s because he is so exotic? Maybe it’s just that he isn’t plain and pink, like all the other guys I know. I don’t really know what it is, but I am more into being near this guy than I’ve felt towards another male, ever!

“Anna. Walk with me.” He commands.  I’ve noticed he always commands.  It suits him though, and I am unoffended.  I actually feel kinda lucky he picked me from the glittering swarm of other women.  Maybe it’s the alcohol talking though.  I’m really not sure.  I put my hand in his proffered elbow and he gracefully cuts us from the rest of the loitering mass.

“Anna, my name is Omar.  I’d request you say my name.”

What? Did he just ask me to say his name?
“Um, okay.  Omar.”

“No, say it like this.” He says it again, and this time I look up at his mouth.  His lips are seductive and tempting, and the shape they make when he repeats his own name, makes me salivate. 
What is wrong with me?

“Um, okay.  Omar.” I part my lips and put in a tiny amount of breathiness.

“Excellent.” 

I don’t know what it is, but the simple fact I pleased him, makes my heart go pitter patter.  I don’t notice where we are going, all I seem capable of, is walking and feeling him next to me.  My hand against his hardened forearm, the heat coming from him, and that intoxicating spicy scent that wafts into my nose.  I must have licked my lips repeatedly because my mouth continued to salivate.  Other parts of my body salivated as well.  I was grateful I had on a skirt.  If I’d had on pants, more than likely I’d have left a wet spot at the apex of my thighs. 

I was not in my right mind.  That was obvious.  I was also incapable of putting myself into my right mind.  I felt as if I were being swept up into a whirlpool of seductive man, and although my mind would occasionally scream that I needed to run; after all, NO DISTRACTIONS, had been my motto my entire life.  Harvard law first, then later, maybe far in the future, I could allow one distraction.  Or never.  At this point I was feeling the nunnery calling me.  At least, that was until Omar crashed into me.  All of me. 

Suddenly I noticed the distinct lack of sound, or other people, and I realized he’d just led me to the back of this particular party hall and we were near the rear entrance.  Totally alone, he’d masterfully cut me from the herd as if he were a practiced pro.

“Um, Omar? Where are you taking me?”

“I wish to consume you in private.  There is a lovely bench in the garden, I’ve decided we will sit there together.”

He’s decided.  Hmmm, he sure is arrogant.  Why do I kind of like that about him? Damn my body anyway! “Um, is that allowed?”
Why did I say that? I am such a freakin idiot.  Stupid Anna!
“I mean…”

“Anna, do not fear, you are entirely safe with me.”

Gulp, “Okay Omar.”

His smile is going to make me faint.  “I do love it when you say my name.  Will you please say it again? Your voice stirs my soul Anna.” He stops and turns towards me, and my freakin body just turned into a hot pool of desire. 

“Sure, um.Omar.”

“Again.”

Blinks, too many blinks, gulp, “Omar.”

“You are a good girl Anna, you please me immensely.”

CHAPTER FOUR

This petite, pale female is fabulous.  I must have her.  I must consume her.
Thought Omar as he led Anna through the crowd and to the gardens.  He had a plan, get her alone; get to know her, break through her façade of cold aloofness.  He knew that underneath, she was fragile, and he hoped untouched. Although that was abnormal for an American girl in her early twenties.  Still he hoped.

He knew her father well, trusted him with many of his American investments and holdings.  Anna did not realize the extent of Omar’s and Richard’s involvement, and Omar didn’t see the need to tell her.  Better to leave it at merely acquaintances.

The gathered crowd was nothing but the most powerful and influential in US banking and commodities.  Any number of powerful men could seek to marry the daughter of Richard Potts.  He being one of the most prevailing on the eastern seaboard.  He even had his own building in downtown New York.  Omar was unsure if Richard would consider him an interloper or be delighted with this particular joining.  First he needed to seduce the lovely young Miss Potts, and then later, perhaps the remainder of the puzzle pieces would fall into place.

Omarwas a planner though, and had proven his intelligence in how he’d taken their families wealth and mushroomed it out into one of the largest fortunes on the entire planet.  He’d acquired untold multitude of companies and commodities, even sitting as a major shareholder on numerous multi-million dollar banking syndicates.  He easily could have been considered one of the most influential young men of his era. 

Of this fact, he was entirely certain, and his arrogant way of courting Anna, showed in his extreme confidence.
I can already see she is swooning at my power.  She senses my greatness, her flushed cheeks and stammering tells me she is already in my sway.  I find her intoxicating.  I ache to touch her, to know more of her body.

“Here Anna, sit here. You see we have a lovely view of the rose garden.”

“I really shouldn’t be gone too long Omar.  My father will be looking for me, and I need to…”

With a sweep of his hand he insisted Anna sit. “Nonsense.  I’ll hear none of that.  The party has just begun.  You will sit here with me so that I may get to know you better.  You owe this to me; do not forget you are my date now, and at my disposal.”

Anna furrowed her brow, “Um, Omar?”

“Yes, my dear.”

“I don’t really know how to say this, but well, I, um, I don’t date.”

“You do now.  You are now my date and I’ll hear no arguments.  Now tell me about yourself.”

Anna bit her lower lip and crossed her legs at the ankle.  Part of her wanted nothing more than to be next to Omar, taking in his narcotic scent and soaking in his charismatic outpouring.  To be in his light was one of the most inebriating moments of her life thus far.  The other part of her was anxious and felt as if she were traveling down the wrong path much too quickly, and definitely not in a direction that was anywhere close to safe. 

Safety was a big deal to Anna.  Even at home, where she had her own apartment on the outskirts of the campus, she knew all her neighbors and never went out at night alone.  But now, she felt swept along on the strong current that was exclusively Omar, and she was concerned that her heart would not stop its erratic beating.  Not to mention what was happening between her legs.  Being a virgin meant, she’d never allowed herself this level of arousal, always cutting off any sort of romance whenever she felt even a hint that her body might influence her choices.

Omar picked up her hand, and held it as he studied her.  “Anna, I seek to know you.  Today will not be enough.  You will accompany me to my home, and from there I will show you the world.  We will spend the next month together, just you and I.  I will not take no for an answer.”

Anna’s eyes grew ever rounder, “Omar, I can’t.  I am so sorry, but I have to work for my father this summer.  But despite that…”

Omar put his index finger to her lips, “Nonsense.  I will hear none of that.  I’ve decided, you are mine.  I wish to claim you as mine.”

Anna stifled a snort, “Omar, that isn’t how it works here in the States.  Besides, doesn’t your culture allow you many wives?  I will never be one of many.”

Ahhh, she is a bright female, intelligent beyond measure.
 “I have no wives.  I’ve been waiting for you.”
She is surprised.  This is pleasing to me.  I must taste her.  I must hold her.  Her plump breasts are lovely and her bottom is so round.  I will claim her this night.

Anna went to stand up, to leave, and Omarpulled her back down, and expertly moved her body so she was suddenly sitting on his lap. 
Yes little one, do you feel that? Do you feel how hard you’ve made me? What will you do now that you’ve created this desire in me?

“Omar? I can’t …”

I must taste her
, he thought as both his hands found her face, and he gripped tightly at her jaw.  She froze, and then her entire body melted into his.  This was all the encouragement he needed as he slated his mouth to hers and kissed her fiercely. She moved to him, gave to his strength and molded herself to his chest, leaning in and resting her hands on both his pectorals. 

His cock jumped in his pants, and she kissed him back.

CHAPTER FIVE

Oh my fucking gawd! Good grief this dude is strong.  He is so fucking arrogant too, why do I like him? What is wrong with me? I wish he would kiss me.  No, wait, did I just think that? What is wrong with me? Why do I keep thinking something is wrong with me? Isn’t this normal? Isn’t this that chemical reaction I knew existed, but I’d never felt?

“Omar? No, I just…”

Oh god, oh god, oh god.  He tastes so good.  His hands on my face, oh god, what is going on in his pants? Is he already that hard for me?

At this point, I was beyond concerned.  My body had never betrayed me to this extent and now I felt single minded.  I felt like a freakin dog in heat.  Why did I feel as if should be straddling his lap and undulating against that rock hard pillar pinned against my thigh? Why?
What is wrong with me?

“Omar?” Oh just shoot me, that was the breathiest voice I’ve never made before.

“Oh Anna, I need you like I’ve never needed another.  You will not deny me this pleasure.”

Okay, I must stop this, I have too.  Maybe one more kiss? “Oh Omar.  You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
STUPID! Why did you say that? You fucking idiot.

“Anna, I will kiss you again.  Now.  You cannot leave me.”

I can’t help myself as I kiss him back and get even closer to his hard body.  Not just that thing between his legs is hard, but all of him. He is like a marble god and I can’t stop.  I hear his dominant words, but they only turn me on more.  I continue to wonder what is wrong with me, but I can’t stop, I just can’t.  I want him at a level I’ve never before felt. 

His hands are like iron velvet against my cheeks and jaw and I can feel the thick, thudding of his heartbeat.  I not only feel it against my face where he is gripping me fiercely, but also in that hard phallus of his pinned against my thigh.  He’s hot, like on fire too, and I love it.  I feel as if he is already consuming me, with just his lips.  He is such a good kisser. 
Oh crap, I hope I’m okay?

“Omar –wait. I must –I must.  Breathe.”

“You will use my breath, I cannot stop Anna.  I want you like I’ve never needed another.  Let me claim you this instant!”

“What does that mean?” I wailed as I tried to push away from Omar.  Then I heard my dad’s booming voice, and my heart sank.

“Anna? Anna? Are you out here?”

“Shit! That’s my dad.  You have to go Omar.  You don’t understand.  I’m so sorry.  Go!”

“I will not! You are mine now Anna.”

“Anna?”

“Daddy! I’m over here.  Omar take the path.  Omar you must go.”  Shit, now I’ve made the king angry.  I can feel it roiling off of him.  “I’m sorry.  Go!”

“I will claim you yet Anna.  You are mine.”  Omar said as he ducked away. 

I straightened my skirt and tried to appear as normal as possible.  I rubbed around my mouth and quickly found a Kleenex in my purse to wipe away the lingering lipstick.  Not that there was much, I think Omar kissed it all off.

“Hi Daddy.”

“I was looking for you sweetheart.  There are some clients I wish for you to meet. Are you okay? Your cheeks are flushed? Are you getting sick?”

“No, I’m fine.  It’s just this warm air and the sun.  Come on, let’s head back in.  I need to hit the restroom, then we can mingle.  How is the party going so far? Are you networking like crazy?”

“It’s fabulous darling.  I love these kinds of gatherings.  I’m making new contacts left and right.  There is one powerful young man I’d especially like to introduce you too.  He is at Yale right now, but soon he’ll be finished and heading Jim’s corporation. I think the two of you will hit it off splendidly.”

Dad babbled on and on about his friends and their kids and all the great business connections he was making.  I heard bits and pieces, but mostly all I could think about was Omar.  My body was still racked with random twitches and winks, and my poor panties felt ruined.  Never before in my life had I felt this turned on, this aroused and this beyond redemption for what I ached to feel.What I specifically ached to feel from one particular beautiful Arabian man. 

Daddy introduced me around and I met quite a few new people.  I drank more champagne and my head swam again.  My body calmed down and after I’d gone to the restroom, and used wet wipes between my legs, I felt much better.  My body had gone into some sort of hyper drive in the lubrication department and that alone told me volumes about the seductive sway Omar held over me.  I wanted more of him, lots more, and all I could think about was how passionate he’d gotten and how much I desired to see him naked, his big strong body and those muscles I’d felt under the silk of his shirt. 

Just his big hands, when they cupped my cheeks felt as if they’d left brands.  If I closed my eyes, I could almost feel him again, holding my face to his, insisting I respond, insisting I belonged to only him.  Of course, when I did let my mind wander and I remembered the taste of him and how his tongue had danced against mine, expertly showing me how to respond and how to kiss him in return, my body once again melted into a hot, liquid puddle of a girl.  Hopeless. I was fucking hopeless and I continued to scold myself for losing so much control, or rather, for giving up so much to him so quickly.  I also continued to wonder what was wrong with me.