My Controlling Sheikh Page 7

  Bending his head, the sheikh licked my lip.

  I froze and thought, Déjà vu.

  And then I was gasping, finding my lower lip sucked and bitten between the sheikh's teeth. The contrast between pain and pleasure was excruciatingly beautiful, making my entire body shiver.

  The sheikh whispered against my mouth, “For me to forgive you...”

  His mouth moved down, and my head fell back as he nuzzled my throat.

  “You must seduce me first.”

  The Seduction

  That night, Ella appeared five minutes late for supper. When she did come down, she was a sight for sore eyes, her blond hair arranged in soft curls that fell against her back and her curvy body exquisitely flattered by the pale blue dress she wore.

  “Good evening, Your Highness.” Her voice was breathless, which immediately alerted the sheikh. Lady Ella definitely had something up her sleeve.

  After greeting him, she hurried inside the dining hall but stopped midway.

  He raised a brow.

  She clumsily dropped into a curtsy. “Sorry,” she stammered. “I forgot, Your Highness.”

  The sheikh refused to make it easy for her by smiling, even though it was exactly what he wanted to do. Instead, he inclined his head in acknowledgment. “It is fine.”

  He pulled out the chair for her and took his seat after. The moment he did, he felt it, her hand immediately moving under the table.

  Ah, the sheikh thought. It was her first attempt of seduction.

  Her fingers grazed his knee—-

  An attendant stepped forward, asking, “May we start serving the first course, Your Highness?”

  Ella yanked her hand back in panic and almost pulled the entire tablecloth with her. It was obvious on her face that she had forgotten they weren’t entirely alone.

  “Perhaps not yet,” the sheikh said smoothly. He turned to Ella, who was still red-faced, asking, “What about you, milady?”

  “Umm...” She looked like a deer caught in the headlights, with both the sheikh and the attendant’s attention on her.

  Even as he sternly suppressed his smile, the sheikh took pity on her and said, “Is it all right if we have a drink first, Lady Ella?”

  She nodded jerkily.

  “Would you like to enjoy it in the drawing room?”

  She shook her head.

  How perfectly obedient she was. The thought made it even harder to control his amusement.

  At the sheikh's nod, the attendant bowed, murmuring, “Excuse me, Your Highness.”

  When the door closed behind the attendant, leaving the sheikh alone with Ella, he said mockingly, “You may continue.”

  At his words, Ella looked torn between killing him and herself.

  He raised a brow. “You no longer care about seducing me? Shall I have another woman—-”

  At the threat, she said hastily, “I care! I’ll seduce you!”

  “Then...” The sheikh leaned back against his chair. “Seduce away, ukhayyah.” She shivered at his words, and just the sight of it alone had him struggling to hide his body’s reaction.

  God, how he wanted her.

  Even now, his mind hadn’t stopped warning the sheikh that he was playing with fire. Ella was the one woman he couldn’t have, the woman who could take the throne away from him just by being herself. He knew that, but he no longer gave a fuck, pun intended.

  All he cared about was fucking Ella and making her his.

  Beside him, Ella had noisily inched her chair towards him, the screeching sound making the sheikh wince.

  Seeing this, Ella whispered, “Sorry.”

  The sheikh was about to accept her apology, but by then Ella had already made her next move, with her fingers suddenly wrapping around his cock.

  Pleasure shot through his body, and he fought hard to keep his face stoic. When he saw her wet her lips, his cock throbbed in her grip, and Ella jumped in her seat.

  Fighting to stay in control even though he had a feeling he could come in her hand right that moment, the sheikh asked tauntingly, “That is all you can do, Lady Ella?”

  A mutinous fire lit up her gaze. “No.” And she proved it by squeezing his cock – hard.

  The sheikh's hands clenched as she started stroking him. Her touch was clumsy and innocent, but it still aroused him beyond belief, more so than any woman could make him feel before. As she continued stroking him, his balls began to tighten up and ache even more.

  When she wetted her lips, his cock twitched, and when she heard him growl as her strokes became faster, a whimper escaped her. “Sheikh...” Her strokes became wilder, her eyes clouding up with desire.

  Fuck.

  The sheikh was fast losing control and he began to wonder uneasily if he could really hold on to the end. It was the best hand job he ever had, and he was no longer able to remain unreceptive. He began to move on his seat, lifting his hips the slightest bit so he could thrust in her hand—-

  Both of them heard the door connecting the dining hall to the kitchen swing open.

  The sheikh straightened on his seat, his face immediately becoming expressionless. Unfortunately, Ella was not as quick to adjust, her cheeks turning a fiery shade of red, and her fingers freezing around his cock as the attendant came forward.

  “Your wine, Your Highness, Lady Ella.” The attendant placed their glasses on the table before opening the bottle and pouring wine for them each.

  All the while, Ella's fingers remained around his cock, clearly too scared to move and risk drawing attention to where her hand was.

  “Thank you, Gilbert.” The sheikh dismissed the attendant with a nod.

  When the attendant left, Ella practically sagged on her seat in relief.

  His shoulders rocking with laughter, he leaned towards her, and without warning, he sank his fingers into her hair, using it to pull her forward so he could kiss her open-mouthed. She gasped against his lips, but he didn’t ease up, even kissing her more deeply.

  When he pulled away, she had a dazed look on her eyes.

  He smirked. “Lady Ella, you are the one who’s supposed to seduce me.”

  She nodded glumly. “I know.” But right now, he was more the seducer than she was.

  He leaned forward, and she leaned back automatically, needing to put more distance between them before she expired due to lack of oxygen.

  His voice low and husky, he asked, “Would you like a tip, Lady Ella?”

  “Y-yes?” Actually, if he used that beautiful voice on her, she might just say yes to anything he said.

  “If you want to seduce me—-”

  She held her breath.

  “You should know that seeing you touch yourself is the easiest way to get me hard.”

  The First Night

  The next day, the sheikh came back home almost midnight, exhausted and seething with frustration at the same time. Public outcry had become much worse now, and if his investigators still couldn’t come up with any concrete evidence that would help Ella out, the sheikh knew he would have to take matters in his own hands.

  And whatever he had to do, the sheikh thought harshly, it wouldn’t be pretty.

  The soldiers outside his door bowed at the sight of him, and the sheikh nodded at them before entering his suite. Inside, he switched the lights open, and the first thing he saw was...Ella.

  He froze, his briefcase falling to the floor in his shock.

  She was lying on the L-shaped sofa, dressed in a thin silk nightgown that was completely transparent. Even better – or worse, depending on what she planned – she had no underwear underneath it.

  God, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

  Her beautiful golden hair, her ivory skin, her exquisite curves, and God, those wonderfully big breasts—-

  His mind shut down. “You better seduce me now, ukhayyah,” the sheikh rasped out. “I’ll be damned if I have to wait another night before I can fuck you.”

  THE SHEIKH'S WORDS made me tremble all
over. It had my breasts jiggling, and the sight had the sheikh sucking his breath. The look on his face had me frantically pressing my legs together.

  Oh God, the way he looked at me...

  “Get moving, Lady Ella,” the sheikh growled.

  I jumped at his harsh tone, but it was more out of excitement and anticipation than anything else.

  Slowly, I plumped my breasts, and the action had the sheikh's nostrils flaring. It gave me confidence, and I started fondling the twin globes, kneading the flesh and then tweaking my nipples.

  To my surprise, the pleasure was almost as erotic as having the sheikh's hands on my flesh. I closed my eyes, imagining it really were his hands holding my breasts, and a whimper escaped me.

  “Yes.”

  My eyes flew open at his voice, and I gasped upon finding the sheikh stripping his clothes. For a long moment, all I could do was stare at him. Heat pooled inside me as his magnificent body was revealed. Oh God, I wanted to run my hands all over him, wanted to feel how hard his body was, how smooth—-

  “Ella.” The sheikh uttered my name in a hungry, demanding growl. “Take it off. I want to see you naked.” He had his shirt off already, but his fingers paused on the zip of his pants, and I could have cried. I wanted to see more!

  The sheikh hissed, “Now, ukhayyah.”

  I hurried to obey, my fingers shaking as I reached for one strap of my nightgown and clumsily pushed it down. After doing the same to the other strap, I slowly wriggled out of the last piece of clothing I had on.

  And just like that I was naked.

  It was an indescribable feeling, being naked in front of a man for the first time. And for that man to be the sheikh? It only added to my tension, making me want to wrap my arms around my body and hide myself from the sheikh’s devouring gaze.

  But I didn’t.

  I kept myself completely exposed to him because I hadn’t forgotten what I came here to do.

  The sheikh was mine to seduce, and whatever it took – I would make that happen.

  “Beautiful,” the sheikh rasped out.

  I straightened at his words. Oh, how beautiful he made me feel. When he looked at me like that, it almost felt like I was really...what was it he had called me?

  “Touch yourself, ukhayyah.”

  He said the words like he would die if I didn’t follow him.

  My senses reeled, and the word I was looking for came to me.

  Temptress.

  That was what he made me feel. A beautiful temptress. And so tempted him I did. I ran my hand over my body. He growled when I circled my nipple without touching the pink tip, and the sound made me feel even more powerful. My hand drifted lower but paused just right above my core.

  “Take it off, too,” I whispered in a throaty voice I never knew I had. “I want to see you naked as well.”

  The sheikh shuddered. “Temptress.”

  He took his pants off in the blink of an eye, and I found myself suddenly confronted by his nakedness. He was hard and bronze all over, and it was my turn to shudder when I saw his cock keep twitch and swell in size.

  Oh my God, it was still growing.

  I shook my head dumbly. “I don’t think...” I swallowed. Had I really been able to swallow that? And did that mean it was really going to fit inside me?

  There was only one way to find out.

  I had to seduce him.

  “Khal.” It was my first time to say the sheikh's name, and it had the sheikh groaning.

  “Ella.”

  Oh God, the way he cried my name out.

  I reached for my pussy and, keeping my eyes on the sheikh, I let my fingers drift down.

  I traced the folds, pretending it was his hand touching me, all the while looking at him, seducing him.

  A moment later, he was right in front of me, sweeping me up in his arms, my breasts squashed against his powerful chest.

  “You’ve seduced me.” The sheikh kissed me hard. “You’re forgiven.” He kissed me again, but this time the movement of his lips was softer, more coaxing than demanding.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the sheikh back, my body trembling with need.

  He whispered against my lips, “May I fuck you now, ukhayyah? Will you let me be the man to take your virginity?"

  The words had me wetter than I could ever remember. I licked his ear, just to have a little bit of revenge and as the sheikh growled, I said tremulously, “Fuck me please.”

  The Taking

  There was no time to think. The moment I gave the sheikh my answer, he didn’t waste a single second. His mouth conquering mine, he kept the kiss going even as he carried me into his bedroom and laid me down on his vast bed.

  He followed right after, rolling me to my back and spreading my legs wide open so he could position himself in between my thighs. I whimpered when he lowered my weight on me, and for one moment we just stayed like that, every inch of our bodies touching, straining against each other with desire that was begging to be sated.

  And it will be, I thought feverishly. Tonight, it would happen. It had to.

  Looming over me, his handsome face taut, the sheikh said harshly, “No turning back.”

  I shook my head, and I mumbled honestly, “It didn’t even cross my mind.”

  Fierce satisfaction gleamed in his blue eyes at my answer, and he rewarded me right after when he lowered his mouth and kissed me. It was the most passionate toe-curling kiss, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, his teeth nipping my lower lip.

  I could only draw a shaky breath when he lifted his mouth, but I started gasping again when I felt the sheikh's mouth move down and he started sucking on my neck. He sucked so hard that I knew he would leave a mark.

  “Your Highness, no—-”

  It was a half-hearted protest at best and the sheikh seemed to know it, the way he laughed – a rich and extremely male sound – before sucking even harder.

  My back arched when the sheikh's head moved down again, nuzzling the valley between my breasts before moving to the left and capturing one pouting nipple. He started to suck and I arched again. I only fell back against the bed when he lifted his mouth, but he soon had me gasping again, my body arching against him as the sheikh started suckling on my other nipple.

  My fingers dove into his hair as I clutched his head to my breast. Oh, the things he made me feel with his mouth on my nipple. I shuddered, I clung, I begged, I moaned, but he never stopped. By the time he moved down again, I was a writhing mess, and so, so wet I knew the bed sheet under my naked body must be drenched by now.

  I wanted him so badly, but when he parted my thighs, my instincts rose to the fore and I tried keeping them close.

  The sheikh shook his head. “Open them for me.” A growled command, telling me the sheikh would not take no for an answer. And God oh God, but it worked on me, the authority in his voice making my legs fall wide open.

  I held my breath when I felt the sheikh's gaze on my quivering pussy. Oh, how long he stared. It was such a small part of my body but he was looking at it like there was so much to study, so much to learn—-

  Suddenly his hands moved, pulling the folds wide open.

  I gasped. “Stop—-”

  But the sheikh kept pulling the folds wider apart until all I could do was moan at how exposed he left me.

  “Do you feel it?” he asked thickly. “How open you are?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “It has to be that way,” he gritted out, “because I’m that big. And I want you to be accustomed to my size.”

  Ooooooooh.

  “Now, hold it for me, ukhayyah.”

  At his command, I replaced his hands, trying my best to keep myself as open—-

  The sheikh slid two fingers inside of me, and I whimpered at how full this already made me feel.

  “No,” the sheikh commanded sharply when my fingers started to slip. “Keep it open.” He slapped the side of my hip, and I bit my lip at the way the twinge of pain made my hips jerk and pu
ll my folds wider apart again.

  God, how sick I was, but I couldn’t help it.

  I was so out of my mind with need, I just wanted to please him, do anything and everything the sheikh told me to do.

  The sheikh started moving his fingers, slowly at first, his eyes on my face. When I started to relax, he slid another finger inside, making me moan.

  “You like that, ukhayyah?”

  Head tossing and turning against the pillows, I moaned, “Yes.”

  With each thrust, he pushed his fingers deeper and faster. “Does it make you full?” he growled.

  “Yeees—-”

  “But this isn’t as thick my cock yet,” the sheikh purred.

  I whimpered.

  “So do I add another finger? Do I fist you, milady?”

  “Yes!” This time, I screamed the word out, my body aching to the point of agony at hearing the sheikh speak so explicitly.

  His laugh was cruelly beautiful, but it only made him want me more.

  “Please.” I had no pride left as I begged the sheikh. I wanted him so bad—-

  “Aaaaaaah!” I moaned as the sheikh started fisting me. Hard, deep, rough – just like how I imagined he would take me.

  “Khal.” I cried his name out as I let go of my folds, needing to clutch his shoulders so I could use it to balance myself while I started pushing my hips up, wanting his hand as deep inside me as possible.

  “Khal.” Oh God, the way he was fucking me with his hand. I never thought it would be this beautiful, this powerful—-

  “Khal!” I could feel it, my first orgasm rising like a tidal wave from the deepest part of me, spreading like wildfire inside my system—-

  The sheikh suddenly ground his mouth over mine and at the same time thrust his hand so deep his fingers brushed against my hymen.

  I cried out .

  I came.

  And then I couldn’t stop either, crying as I cummed, my body rocking against his as wave after wave of pleasure slammed down on my body. I sobbed as my creamy cum gushed out of me, making my thighs tremble hard at the sheer force of the flow.

  Even when the sheikh pulled his hand out of my pussy, I was still coming.