Page 45 of Bound by Love
When he lets go, I am left breathless and weak.
The Sheik stares intently at my breasts.
I hold my breath, unable to move as I watch him reach out and touch my nipple through the thin material. My insides contract and I begin to tremble as he caresses it.
He looks at me, his eyes now filled with passionate fire. I am like a frightened rabbit, frozen in place as he pushes the material off my shoulder, exposing my naked breast to him.
Letting out a low grunt, he grasps my hardening nipple and rolls it between his fingers. A feeling like a bolt of lightning shoots to my loins, and I gasp.
He is encouraged by my response and pulls the material down off my other shoulder so it falls to my waist. His strong hands begin caressing and squeezing my breasts as his tongue plunders my mouth again.
I am lost in his taste and the new sensations he evokes with his touch. I want more of him.
With no warning, the other man releases me, and I cry out in surprise as the Sheik picks me up, carrying me to an area shielded by a canopy of silks. Once inside, I find the floor is covered in luxurious pillows. He lays me down and promptly begins ripping at my thin gown, leaving me naked and on display under his gaze.
I close my eyes, embarrassed to be naked in front of this stranger.
The Sheik takes a hold of my chin and barks a command. When I open my eyes, he forces me to watch as his lips descend on my nipple and he begins sucking on it. I have never known such a feeling, and my whole body tingles in pleasure.
Is this man a sorcerer? I do not know, but I am totally captivated by him as goosebumps of pleasure rise on my skin.
His kisses begin to trail lower, and I tense. My mound is completely bare. Although Dabir has snuck his hand under my clothes several times in the past, I have never been kissed there. I think I may burst into flames if he tries it.
I whimper when the Sheik’s lips land on that sensitive area between my legs, and then his tongue grazes the entire length of it. Moaning softly, I twist and squirm, unused to such stimulation and unable to process the mounting sensations it creates.
He chuckles to himself and stills me with his strong hands. I am forced to take the sensual attention of his tongue, and I whimper helplessly as his hands play with my body.
Spreading my thighs wide, he stares at my sex and then snaps his fingers. The other man appears. He has a leather satchel with him. The man lays it down and unrolls it, exposing a number of items I have never seen before.
I whimper when the Sheik picks up one of the items, a thin glass rod, and rubs it against my sex. Chills course through me as he slowly inserts the tool into my virginal opening. It is strange and unnatural, but as he begins to stroke my inner walls with it, I feel a new tingling take over. I close my eyes, gasping as the tension in my loins begins to build. My body tenses, and then an explosion of pleasure bursts from between my legs and my whole body pulses in ecstasy.
Both men chuckle in approval.
The Sheik removes the thin rod, now covered in my wetness, and places it to the side. I have not torn and am still a virgin, but something miraculous has happened, and I want more.
I open my legs wider, hoping for his attention.
This time, the other man, whom he calls Raja, picks up two delicate, small, beaded items. They look so pretty, like hanging jewels. He hands one to the Sheik, then moves beside me. I watch with trepidation as he places it on my nipple. He tightens it and soon the pressure becomes pain, and I whimper.
The Sheik hands him the other one to repeat the process. I grab Raja’s wrist to stop him. He only smiles as he moves my hand away before continuing.
Tears run down my cheeks as I lay there, both nipples adorned with their cruel decorations. The two men sit back and watch as my chest moves up and down rapidly.
At first, it is terribly uncomfortable, but my nipples become numb and I stop crying. Raja begins to play with my breasts, and I find the attention uniquely pleasurable.
I blush, embarrassed that I am so aroused by it.
The Sheik grunts his approval and spreads my outer lips wide, as both men stare boldly at my sex. He begins stroking my clit with his finger. I hold my breath, uncertain what he will do. His touch creates a fire between my legs and I quiver with excitement.
He suddenly stands up and begins to undress before me. The ravenous look in his eye is dangerously captivating. There is a primal part of me that longs to satisfy his craving.
I am shocked when the other man begins to undress, too. I look from one to the other, my body tensing.
The second man speaks to me in a soothing tone. His charming smile is a stark contrast to the Sheik, whose lips remain firm and serious. I silently pray the other man’s alluring smile means he will not hurt me.
My eyes widen when I see the Sheik standing above me, fully undressed. He has a toned physique with beautiful bronze skin and a chest covered in fine hair. His manhood is long and erect.
It demands my attention.
