Awoken by the Sheikh (3 page)

“
I should have your head for daring to interfere,
Layla.” With one last grim smile for Astrid, he turned toward the other woman,
who bowed deeply at his curt demand. “Make sure she is well prepared. My
patience is at its end.”

“
As you command, my lord.”
Layla
bowed again, a small smile on her face, as her dark eyes briefly connected with
his.

Astrid
held her breath when he turned round at the open door. The predatory look that
accompanied his next words raised her blood pressure a few more notches. “Eat,
rest, enjoy the baths, for tonight you will know you are not dreaming.”

Oh, I
simply have to be dreaming.

After
Rashid’s rapid departure, she ate her fill of the sumptuous feast in front of
her, mindful of the dark eyes watching her every move. Layla gave her a robe to
wear and escorted her to the baths. Astrid stopped and stared, overwhelmed at
the opulence of her surroundings. The eunuch’s firm hand on her back, however,
gave her no choice but to follow where Layla led. Through the lush gardens
heavy with spices and fruit, the oppressive heat of the day weighed on her,
even though they walked in the shade of the many palm trees, which swayed in
the tropical breeze. The deep rumble of the sea was a constant reassuring
background. She
was
still on the island and hadn’t lost the plot
completely in some drug-induced lunacy that had her reacting to a complete
stranger like some sort of raving nymphomaniac.

The steam
rising from the hot baths gave her surroundings an otherworldly feel. Women of
all shapes and sizes were everywhere. They shared the waters, and soft moans
filled the scented air as the slave girls proceeded to pleasure the ladies of
the harem. Her very own servant girl, assigned to her by Layla, startled her
several times with her intimate caresses, and it was only Layla’s firm voice
reminding her that these were Rashid’s wishes that stopped her from fleeing.

She
closed her eyes to block out the disturbingly arousing figures of two women
clearly enjoying each other’s bodies, and willed herself to relax into the soft
cushions at the water's edge. The fragrant steam and the skillful hands of the
servant combined to lull her into sleepiness, until her bones felt like liquid,
and she ceased to care about her surroundings.

The
servant covered Astrid's naked body all over in some sort of paste, smiling at
her moaned protests. The paste clung to her flesh like a second skin, and it
was a relief when the young girl used mussel shells to scrape it off. She
smiled anew at Astrid's flinch when the shells scraped across her pussy lips.
The slight pain proved disturbingly arousing, and her internal muscles clenched
and released. A gush of moisture trickled past them, and heat rose in Astrid’s
cheeks. What the hell was in that paste? She certainly never felt like this
during her usual waxing routine. She sighed with relief when the girl rinsed
all of Astrid's body hair away with several warm buckets of water.

The
scented oils the servant used next brought the awareness of every fiber of
Astrid’s body to new heights as the girl’s skillful hands moved in a slow,
sensual massage. By the time those hands reached her breasts, slowly kneading
the soft globes, heaviness had settled in her veins. In her mind’s eye it was
Rashid’s calloused hands that caressed her there. The increased urgency in the
female sighs across the shallow pool next to where she
lay
notched her own arousal up a few degrees.

Her heart
beat faster as the servant’s hands moved in slow motion over her abdomen and
then dipped into the wetness coating her pussy lips. Her hips bucked up in a
silent plea, and the girl’s fingers slipped into her wet heat. Astrid couldn’t
suppress her moan when the girl trailed kisses along Astrid’s slick skin until
she reached her clit and sucked the little nubbin into her mouth. Arousal held
Astrid in its firm grip, and she grasped hold of the servant’s long braid and
tucked her closer. With her legs wrapped around the girl’s head she dug her
feet into the other woman’s back and used the leverage to grind her aching cunt
against the girl’s mouth, ruthlessly seeking her fast building orgasm.

A small
part of her still functioning brain wondered at what possessed her to act like
such a wanton. Astrid had never been attracted to women before, but,
by God,
this girl knew what she was doing, and she beat Astrid’s purple little
vibrating friend back home, hands down. Maybe this is what she came here to
discover? That she was really into women? Even as she thought that, Rashid’s
harsh features swam into her mind, and she dismissed that notion. His cock had
felt so long and hard earlier, and her stomach hollowed out at the thought of
his dark head between her thighs. It was him urging her on, readying her to
take his cock.

The
servant’s fingers dug into Astrid’s ass cheeks, and the small appreciative
murmurs she made as she licked, and sucked, and lapped up Astrid’s free flowing
cream added delicious vibrations against her pussy. Head thrashing from side to
side, Astrid flew, when the girl angled her fingers and found Astrid’s sweet
spot with unerring precision. Utterly spent, Astrid collapsed against the
cushions, and gave herself up to the gentle rhythm of the young woman’s
skillful tongue as she licked Astrid clean. With her body still shaking in
little aftershocks and her mind screaming at her that this was wrong, Astrid
found she didn’t have it in her to care. No one knew her here, and that
orgasm—her first non-rabbit induced one in years—had been something else.

Her eyes
fluttered open slowly, when the girl’s gentle attention to her pussy ceased,
and Astrid locked gazes with the huge black eyes of the woman across from her
in the pool. Need slammed into her anew, as she watched the other woman’s eyes
cloud over with desire. The woman’s skin flushed where her partner’s lips closed
over one breast, and Astrid briefly wondered whether her skin did the same in
the throes of arousal. It certainly felt as though it ought to be. Heat washed
over her, and her only just abated orgasm flared anew. Her pussy clenched, and
a renewed wave of moisture coated the tops of her thighs. The servant girl
laughed softly and spread Astrid’s thighs wider. The action gave the women in
the pool an unimpeded view of Astrid’s swollen pussy. Tingles of arousal spread
through her at the knowledge that her most intimate parts were clearly on
display.
 
The olive skinned beauty in the
pool moaned softly, her gaze riveted between Astrid’s thighs, and heat washed
over Astrid. She gasped when the exquisite woman in the pool held out her hand
and beckoned her over. The other woman’s small breasts rose and fell in quick
succession, and Astrid couldn’t tear her gaze away from the way the bathing
beauty’s hair clung to her slight curves. A strand of her dark tresses played
peekaboo with one of her nipples. Long and hard, her nipples stood proudly in
the air out of the rosy surround of their areolas, and the woman moaned again
when her partner cupped the other breast and licked around that nipple.

Astrid’s
body drew taut, and her breasts ached and grew heavy, as she witnessed the
loving attention the slightly smaller and curvy woman gave to her olive skinned
lover. This woman’s skin was black as the night sky, her teeth a startling
contrast against the ebony color of her face when she released her lover’s
breast and turned to look at Astrid. The girl said something to her in Arabic,
and Astrid’s servant pulled Astrid to her feet, and gave her a small nudge
toward the two women across the pool.

“
Go ahead. You know you want to.” Layla’s cool voice
startled her, as Astrid descended into the pool. She looked up at the older
woman standing by the edge of the pool. Had she stood there all this time?
Layla watched Astrid with undisguised desire in her dark gaze. Astrid's own
eyes widened when Layla dropped the belt holding her sheer trousers together
and fingered her clit, her gaze fastened on Astrid.
 
Caught up in the spell of her own arousal and
the sheer sexual decadence on display, Astrid moved further into the pool,
until she reached the two exotic beauties waiting for her.

A renewed
wave of desire flooded through her body as the melodic voice of one of the
women whispered in her ear. She couldn’t understand the words, but the meaning
carried through loud and clear. For whatever reason these women wanted her, and
her body responded like a puppet on a string. Hot breath feathered across the
sensitive skin of her neck, as one of the women’s soft hands lifted Astrid’s
sensitive breasts. The other woman massaged her backside in a loving caress
that made Astrid’s knees buckle with the force of her forbidden desire, even as
a small part of her rational brain still functioning screamed at her that this
was not her.

“
Relax." Layla's voice reached across the waters.
"In order to pleasure the Prince, you must know your own body first. Let
them help you discover what else makes you climax, so that you are ready for
all he will demand.”

Astrid's
eyes fluttered closed of their own accord at the outrageous words delivered by
the breathy singsong voice as the women surrounded her. The onslaught on her
senses was almost too much to bear.

“
Touch me like you want to be touched.” The words,
uttered by the beautiful woman next to her, as her breasts floated just above
the waterline of the shallow pool, skimmed across Astrid’s senses.

As if in
a dream Astrid lifted her own hands to the small breasts in front of her. She
marveled in the softness of the handful she massaged, reassured by the other
woman’s smile urging her on. As she bent to take one rosy peak into her mouth,
fingers invaded her own soft flesh. They parted her slick folds, and need made
her juices flow anew. This was so wrong, yet felt so damn right. Another mouth
caught her moan as those nimble fingers found her clit. Aided by the buoyancy
of the fragrant water, Astrid straightened and deepened the kiss. Her tongue
twirled with another, and her own fingers found feminine flesh and returned
stroke for stroke as she received. Familiar, yet different, she let her fingers
explore, just like others joined in. How many hands were on her now, her lust
fogged brain couldn’t determine, too caught up in the moment. Movements ever
more urgent, their water slicked bodies rubbed against each other, and moans
filled the humid air as the sweet pressure built to unbearable levels. The
other woman’s scream of surrender in her ear as her juices flowed over Astrid’s
fingers had her teetering on the brink of her own release. With one last push
deep inside her, and with Rashid’s face filling her mind, Astrid’s orgasm
splintered her wide open. All the pent up passion erupted deep from within, and
shudders racked her body.

When her
breathing finally returned to normal, heat suffused Astrid at the thought of
what had just happened, as her multiple partners in play slunk away into the
mists of steam.

Good
lord, I bet Lynn didn’t have that in mind. I don’t even know their names. And
what’s more I don’t care.

Layla’s
quiet voice urged her to take the robe and slip out of the water. “Now you are
ready.”

Chapter Four

Layla’s
words made her heart flutter anew, and Astrid hastily put on the clothes
provided for her. She followed the woman out of the baths, through the lush
gardens, deeper into the island. Where was she taking her now? And what did she
mean by ready? Ready for what exactly? “Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“
Yours is not to question, just to obey. Prince
Rashid’s instructions are to be followed without fail.” Layla stopped briefly,
and she beckoned Astrid forward.

Good
lord, who does he think he is?
He could take a running jump. She would not obey anyone.
This wasn’t the dark ages, fantasy
be
damned, and if
he thought for one minute that she would, he had another think coming.
Yeah,
who are you kidding?

Layla’s
mocking smile as her dark gaze ran over her body did little to help Astrid slow
her suddenly increased breathing. Memories of the bath's forbidden pleasures
threatened to overwhelm her as she followed Layla. Yeah, who
was
she
kidding? One look of Rashid’s commanding eyes, never mind that to-die-for
gravelly voice, and she would be ready to do anything. Just knowing that he had
wanted her to indulge in the baths let her do things she would never have
dreamed of doing.

The now
familiar ache of renewed desire coiled low in her belly as she remembered the
force of those orgasms brought on by just imagining him there.
God
.
She would not be able to resist anything he
asked of her, and the reckless, passionate side of her, the side she hadn’t
even known she had until she set foot in this damned place, made her shiver in
anticipation of his commands.

Seriously,
I need to get a grip.

As she
was lost in her thoughts and ever growing awareness of her own body’s needs,
the Bedouin style tent rising up in front of her took her by surprise. How far
inland had they walked? The tent stood proudly on its own, surrounded by lush
vegetation. The soothing sound of falling water that cascaded over man-made
rocks into crystal clear waters, took Astrid’s breath away. Could he have
chosen a more romantic, secluded spot for whatever he had in mind? As though
she conjured him up with the power of her thoughts alone, the man appeared from
inside the tent, the minute Layla stopped just outside the entrance. Dressed
entirely in traditional Arab clothes, he looked more imposing than ever. One
harsh command to Layla and the woman disappeared into thin air, which left
Astrid to look up at him. Astrid swallowed nervously at the heated gaze he
swept over her body, all too aware of the see-through nature of her own
traditional dress. She may as well be naked, for pity’s sake.
Oh lord, don’t
go there.
The mere thought of being naked around this commanding man, meant
she had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. Rashid smiled and drew
her into his warmth. The minute she stepped close enough to him, she closed her
eyes and inhaled his clean scent. She really needed to get a hold of herself,
but the man just smelled
so
good.