Kat awoke with a headache that pounded against her temples. She had never drunk alcohol at home and the wine she had consumed the evening before had been sweet – masking its alcohol taste. It had tasted more like sweet juice and she had been deceived by the flavor.
She looked over to her right. The Sheik slept soundly with one masculine leg draped over hers. His position was one of arrogance and possession. His one arm was thrown behind her head and most of her silken hair was caught underneath it.
She felt tired despite the fact that she had slept most of the night. Her legs felt heavy and she felt sore between them. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling just one she wasn't used to.
She thought of the night again and again in her mind and was suddenly ashamed. She had given herself to him with abandon and lust and now she was embarrassed. He was a sheik with a wife and many concubines and now that she had given him her virginity there was nothing left to hold onto.
Her virgin's blood should have been reserved for her husband and now she was used goods. Yasmeen was right. She would be used again and again and over and over until he had tired of her – and then he would sell her to someone else. She would become nothing to him.
Damn! She thought bitterly. Alcohol should be outlawed! She never would have given into him without the alcohol – no matter that she wanted him. It was wrong.
She began to ease away from him. She untangled her legs from his and her hair from underneath his arm. She turned back to look at him sleeping soundly. His face looked younger in sleep and she gazed at the planes of his face. His cheekbones and bronze skin and the goatee that had tickled her the night before in places no man had ever touched. She blushed and dressed quickly before he awoke.
* * *
Bashasha watched beneath hooded eyes as the young girl entered the harem. Most of the women had gone to spend the night with the foreign men. Only two had remained due to illness. She watched the young girl walk slowly into the room. Half afraid of the room and half enjoying some sort of familiarity – Kat made her way to her small sleeping pallet.
Bashasha watched the young girl's legs scissor as she walked and sighed. She was flushed pink and her manner was different. She had been with the sheik. Bashasha recognized well the signs of sexual conquest and possession. She thought the young girl would never give in to him. But according to the servants last night – Lady Kat had been drinking heavily and eating little.
She knew the young girl would be tired and Bashasha was determined to have her work as little as possible today unless she was specifically asked for.
* * *
Mohammed awoke smiling. His little princess had been a delight as he knew she would be. Her surrender had been all the sweeter for he knew she had wanted it too. She had been tight and pleasing and he had enjoyed the fact that he had been the first man to touch and claim her.
Her body had arched to meet his and he had pleased them both. He rolled over and was surprised to find her gone. Was she bathing? He knew not – but he was deeply disappointed to not have woken up with her in his arms. It set his mood already. It irritated him. Her only job or place now – was to please him and to bear his children. He would accept nothing less.
* * *
Kat tried to sleep in her small place in the harem but her dreams were filled with him – just as he had filled her the night before. She was deeply ashamed and knew that she had acted wrongly. She never should have slept with him. She was strongly attracted to him for he was a handsome man – but that did not make it right.
She tossed and turned thinking of the Englishman that was so near to her under the Sheik's roof. She must find a way of contacting him. He was her only hope now.
* * *
It was late afternoon when Bashasha was informed that the Sheik was asking for his bather. For the first time since she had ever known him – Bashasha wanted to defy him but knew she wouldn't. She summoned the young girl before her and told her she was wanted by the Sheik.
Lady Kat looked away from the older woman as tears formed in her eyes. She didn't want to see him. She knew she was weak – so very very weak and he was too strong. Her body became a traitorous, slut thing when around him. She hated it. When she watched his dark, liquid eyes stare at her she would blush. When his eyes traveled down the length of her – and he would – she would feel her juices begin and fall upon her upper thighs. Her breasts would grow warm and her nipples would tighten as she imagined his hard cock inside her and a blush spread across her cheekbones – she had to deny him.
* * *
Kat dressed in her attire. The cool, silken pants that revealed more than concealed – her blouse that pressed her breasts up and out into his view and molded them perfectly and her bracelets and anklets that proclaimed her as slave.
She entered into the Sheik's private bathing room. No one was around but she grimaced in anger and fright. The room was lowly lit with candles everywhere and incense burned in the room. She felt her head spin as she realized this room had been set for seduction not a mid-day bathing.
* * *
Mohammed was speaking to his councilman as he entered the bathhouse. He watched with amusement as Daleel, his trusted adviser, turned to stare at Kat. Daleel's eyes darkened with lust and wanting as he took in Kat's lovely form.
"That is all, Daleel." He spoke lowly but with no anger. He knew he could not stop men from looking at and wanting her. She was so very beautiful.
"Allah, be praised." Daleel spoke and bowed before Mohammed casting one last glance at the young woman.
Mohammed walked stealthily toward her divesting himself of his robes and clothes until he was naked sinking into the bath.
Kat tried to look away but found she was drawn to him. His body was muscular and firm and his skin so bronzed – he was lovely to look at.
"Why did you leave this morning?" Mohammed winced even as he spoke. He had never cared what happened to his women after they had been fucked. As long as they were fed and safe it had never mattered.
"I have other duties." Kat responded as she stepped gingerly into the bath.
"You're only duty is to me!" He told her harshly, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her fully into the water before him.
"Let me go!" Kat told him struggling in his arms and the water sluiced between them until the slickness of his naked chest caused her to slip into him.
His fingers wound into her long golden hair as he held her head still. "You're only duty is to me. When I call you – you come. Whether I call you to bath me – to read to me – to lie beneath me – you will come."
"I am not one of your whores!" She cried in desperation. Yasmeen was right! She would be used and used until she was old or dried up and then thrown away.
Mohammed struggled with his emotions. She was so proud and lovely – but he couldn't let her see all the control she held over him. He could not afford to show her any weakness.
"You are my slave. By law in this land. If I tell you to bath me – then you will do so. If I summon you every single night to my bed – you will come. I will have you as you were last night. In my arms – pliant and warm and with your tight pussy surrounding my cock." His last words were coarse and raw and meant to offend her.
"Then you will rape me every night because I will never come to you. I will come because you order it – but I will never come willingly." Her blue eyes glistened in the low light. And his hands weaved out of her hair.
"Rape?" He almost smiled but didn't. His warm, large hands slid down her slim arms as her breath quickened. He unbuttoned her blouse/corset and his fingers flicked across her tightened nipple.
