The Shiekh's Virgin Mistress (7 page)

My pussy twitched and clenched and continued to flood with heat and lubrication, and he made that sound.  He laid over me and put his hands behind my back, wrapping them up and over my shoulders, I guess to stabilize me.  I began trembling again, shaking violently from head to toe.  His broad chest was pinned against mine and his weight helped me, made me feel safe.  He tightened his grip and pushed himself another increment into my soaked sheath.

I rolled my hips and helped him; I was getting into this and was already wishing for more.  He slid partially out and then he pushed himself harder into me.  We both felt where he stalled and my body blocked his entrance, denying him access.  He was only about half way into my body.  He grunted at my ear, “Bite me Anna.”

I lay there, uncomprehending for a long moment and then I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the top of his shoulder at the juncture of his neck.  His hands tightened and he held me fast, I was now in a vice of his making.  He humped his hips, pulling out a few inches and then he slid in and out a few times, always stalling and waiting and not going all the way, not breaking me, not piercing me.  I whined and bit harder. 

He pumped slowly, over and over and my body responded.  So far, nothing hurt, it all only felt incredible and I wondered what real sex was going to do to me.  I suddenly understood why the girls in the books would scream,
HARDER
.  I wanted more; I wanted him to hurt me.  I was definitely perverted. 

I bit him even harder and I moaned and lifted my hips to meet his shallow thrusts.  He made that sound again, and I felt how hard and hot he was now, I felt his heart inside my body and I loved it.  I loved every second of his smothering weight and his sounds of need and the feel of his huge hands holding me under him.  I loved how huge his cock was and how it filled me up and insisted I stretch and give to its girth and length.  I loved how his heat, melted my body to conform to his. 

His hands tightened another notch and I knew.  I bit and I cried and I braced myself and he did it.  He thrust himself in a grunting, violent moment and he fully entered my body.  My scream of agony was muffled by his shoulder in my mouth and then I began crying and trying to get away from him.  I was crazy for a few agonized moments as the intense, searing pain shot throughout my body.  He held me fast and stalled there, buried inside me.  His balls vibrated against my butt and his heart ratcheted up deep inside my belly.  He was in me, inside me as far as he could go.

I finally stopped struggling and gave to him.  It still hurt and I continued to cry and whimper, but I wasn’t fighting him anymore and that feeling as if he’s stuck as hot branding iron inside my core, slowly diminished until I just felt raw and wounded.  He stayed inside me and he remainedhard.  He slid himself in and out in languid, shallow strokes until I once again began to think I might like sex and this penetration thing. 

As soon as I showed him I was okay, and getting back into him being inside my body, he pulled out.  His retreat was slow and methodical and I felt as if I’d lost him, I moaned in displeasure and reached for him.  He palmed himself and pinned his still hard cock between our bodies and then he laid back down, pinning me and kissing my neck.

He whispered, “You are so brave, so strong.  You are now mine.”

CHAPTER FIFTHTEEN

We laid like that for an eternity and he slowly deflated and rolled partially off of me.  I lazily blinked at him and leaned in to kiss his lips.  “Thank you.  I can’t imagine a better first time.”

He stroked my cheek and his eyes said it all, and I knew I’d pleased him.  I gave him a languid blink and then I yawned.  “You will now rest.  When you wake, I will make love to you properly.”

“Is it late? Am I staying the night?”

“You are staying until Monday morning. I’ve decided you are mine to enjoy for the remainder of the weekend.”

I thought about it, and then I decided I didn’t really need to go anywhere other than be at work on Monday morning.  “Okay.” I moved my legs and realized I was quite sticky.  “Um, Omar, did I bleed a lot? I think I might have.”

“Yes my dear, it’s fine..”

I scowled, “Should I wash up?”

“No, you will now sleep and recover.  I will moisten a towel and clean you. Anna, I am the luckiest man on the planet.”

I batted my lashes and didn’t know what to say.  He did as he said, and came back to me with a warm damp towel and carefully cleaned the insides of my sticky thighs.  The warmth of the towel and the way he fondled up through my sex, gave me more aftershocks of pleasure, and I twitched and giggled as my stomach muscles rippled in abandon.

“You my dear are truly a goddess of passion and desire.”

I looked at him as he walked back to the bathroom and admired his muscled back and perfect round ass cheeks.  I waited for him to return so I could see his front.  He stalled half way between the bathroom and the bed when he saw I was looking at him, and his hand went between his legs and fondled his now limp, although still impressive manhood.  I saw my dried blood in the hairs at his groin, and I saw his joy and pride in just his eyes and demeanor.

His body was beautiful and hardened.  The plains of his pectorals cast seductive shadows that forced my eyes lower and down the terrain of his rippling abs.  Then there were those tight, defined lats that created a V shape, making me look towards the trail of black hair that traveled down to his beautiful cock.  I made a sound of intense appreciation and he lifted half his face in a lazy grin.  Before I closed my eyes and fell asleep, he mouthed the word,
MINE
.

I don’t remember much after that episode.  I went into a semi coma like sleep.  I relished the silence of his penthouse and that feeling we were up in the clouds and somehow closer to heaven. The honking noise of the city far below us was now nothing more than a faint memory and I cuddled into the luxury of the fine bedding and comfort of being so near him.  

There were no clocks in his room, so I had no idea how late it actually was when I finally was able to rest.  He’d crawled back into bed next me and gathered me into his arms and we’d slept like that for what felt like hours and hours.  Although, when I woke up, it was still pitch black outside. Omar’s arm was around my ribcage and his right hand was cupping my left breast.  He was asleep and his restful breathing tickled at my neck.  I snuggled into the curve of his groin and went back to sleep.  I’d never felt so safe or cared about my entire existence.

Near dawn, I woke again and winced when I moved.  I was still sore, but it was a delicious sore and I checked myself with my hand.  I wasn’t bleeding anymore, so that was a good thing.  Omar rolled towards me and dragged me to his front, I gasped but went to him and he held me by my waist.  “Good morning my beautiful goddess.”

He rolled his hips and I felt his hardness again, he was fully erect and jutting as if he’d not just had sex with me, and cum hours earlier.  I was amazed, I had no idea a man could be like this.  I pushed myself against him and rolled my hips and felt his length as it skidded across my lower tummy.  His hand went between my legs and I spread for his inspection.  I knew I was wet again, and when he discovered the same, his hips bucked against me. 

He growled and pushed me to my back and then he was on me.  Kissing me and holding me and rubbing his heated length against the skin at the juncture of my pussy and my thigh.  He gutturally said, “Now I will show you the pleasure of being fucked by a real man.”

He was more intense now, more commanding and I knew I was going to like this, I just knew.  My body was already prepared for him and that ache deep in the pit of my belly was already twanging away like some hidden, internal harp string being plucked by the massive male now planked over me.

He went back on his knees and pushed the covers away and off of both of us, my nipples tightened down from the cool air of the room.  He pushed my legs apart and checked me for wetness. He made that sound, my body reacted further.  I panted, “Omar.”

He fisted his cock, which seemed even bigger to me now, maybe it was the dim grey light of dawn, but he seemed nothing shy of a god as the shadows danced around his masculine, commanding frame.  He slapped his hard length against my mound, and it made a thick, thudding, obscene sound.  I loved it and pushed my hips up to meet the next lush intersecting of our flesh. He repeated this, slapping me with his thick, heavy length.  I writhed and moaned and spread my legs even more.  At this point, I was beyond redemption and I figured there was no sense in playing shy and demur.  All I really wanted was penetration, him inside me, him thrusting his hips and shoving all of that length deeply in me. 

I knew I was going to like this; I actually liked all but the painful part last night.  “Omar, I want you inside me.” I whimpered.

He made that sound and slapped himself against me again and again, and then he trailed his finger up my entrance and showed me how wet I was.  He pushed the tip of his cock to my threshold and rubbed it all over my pussy, spreading out my wetness.  I already felt on the verge, and as if he could tip me with a simple word.  I lifted my hips and pushed my pussy towards him. 

“Female,” his deep voice seemed strained, and I liked that feeling of power. “I will hurt you with this much need.”

“Hurt me Omar.” I whined.

His exhale was beyond expressive and he rubbed himself harder against my soaked folds of softest skin.  He gritted his teeth and then buried his bulging crown into my entrance.  He pulled my thighs up and around his waist and he came back down over me.  His body shook as he entered me.  Mine began quaking as if I’d been electrocuted.  He slid himself, slowly at first, slightly retreating, and then advancing more and more until he was buried to his balls inside me.  He stalled there and we both held our breaths.

I felt so much, all of him, his heart, his thudding pulse; his immense heat.  He was inside me, he was part of me, I squeeze him with my internal muscles and he made that sound. 

He went to one arm and supported himself.  With his other hand, he stroked my cheek and cupped my face, “My beautiful goddess, am I hurting you?”

I shook my head and lifted my face to his and kissed him.  I wrapped my legs around his tight waist and locked my ankles, and I pushed my hips into his.  He went even farther inside me, I squeezed him again.  I muttered, “Omar, show me, make love to me.  You aren’t hurting me.”

He made that sound.  Then he started.  He put his weight on me and held me and he began taking long, languid strokes in and out of my body.  I clung to him like a sloth on a branch, and I wallowed in what he was giving me.  He was so hard, and my body was so wet we melded together as if we were one.  I rolled with him, I kept him in me and I squeezed him with my weak internal muscles.  I heard my own moans of joy, but they sounded as if from someone else. 

“Anna!” He growled and then his stroking took on a more urgent intensity.  Soon he was thrusting himself against me; our damp bodies making slapping sounds that wreaked havoc with my insides.  I was so into this, so beyond caring how pornographic this might have appeared, all I wanted was more, more of him, deeper in me, bruising my insides with his need. 

I yelled, “Harder Omar! Yes! Oh god Yes! Omar! Harder!”

He made a sound of surprise and that was when he really let go.  Violently slapping and pushing and thrusting, pumping his hips and impaling me with force.  He held my shoulders again, bracing me and grunting with every mad stroke.  I stayed with him and I felt it when my body began to contract and prepare to climax.

“Mine—mine—mine!” He began yelling as his pounding took on a frantic moment of bruising thrusts.

“Oh god Omar! Oh god! ” I screamed.  I was so lost, all I knew was I might die from what I felt happening inside me.  “I’m going to –oh god! Omar no! I’m…”

“Anna, Anna, Anna.  YOU ARE MINE!” He growled at my ear as his entire body went into a fit of twitches and jerks.  He pinned me harder to the bed in a suffocating moment and then just as I felt his cock grow impossibly bigger, he took my mouth in a violent kiss that bruised my lips. 

My body was right there with him, responding in the same fashion and I forgot about breathing as I kissed him back and my hips went into an undulating, uncontrolled seizure.  I don’t know if I came first or he did, but we both came almost at the same moment.  I felt his crown expand and grow and the heat inside me increased and then I felt him explode in a molten release that shot up into my belly and felt as if he’d hit my heart. 

My body responded to his, and everything happened at once.  My head flew back and I grunted as every muscle in me tightened and vibrated.  I felt myself cum, and at first I thought maybe I’d peed, but the climax continued on, as if a monster were doing a death roll inside my belly.  My cum mixed with Omar’s and I was filled with warm, wet lava like heat. 

I guess this was my first multiple orgasm experience because it just didn’t stop, and what was happening inside me, seemed to affect Omar, who was equally as devastated as I was once it was all over.  He shot a second and third release deep into me and then he collapsed, despite the fact I knew he’d tried to remain strong and in control.  He put his head next to mine on the bed, and he choked and struggled to breath while his body continued jerking and pulsing near me.  He growled at me through gasping inhales,
“You are mine, Anna.”

No other words were spoken, but he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to his chest in a vice grip that only felt incredibly protective, and as if I did indeed belong to him.  That last thought before I drifted back to sleep seemed right to me, and for the time I realized I had never really belonged to anyone.  I’d spent my life on a path of belonging to my education and my career, but to another person?  That thought had never occurred to me, and now, with Omar under me, and in me and holding me and his lips on my forehead and all that warm heat inside me, I realized I wanted to belong to him, to the man I considered a demi-god in his own right.