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life against her belly, and desire
made his voice rougher than usual.
    “ Did I give you permission to move, to touch me?” he
asked. The rough sandpaper quality of his deep voice made her grow even wetter,
and his nostrils flared as though he could smell her. His cock jerked in
response and left a wet trail against her abdomen. Astrid licked her lips,
desperate to taste him, for him to shoot his seed deep down her throat, as he
used her for his pleasure, but she knew better than to act on her desire.
    Instead
she bowed her head.
    “ No, my lord. I have
been a very bad girl, I deserve your wrath. Do with me as you wish.”
    Silence
and the sound of their combined breathing was the only reaction to her
whispered words. Her body braced itself for the sweet pain she was sure would
follow, but didn’t.
    Confusion
made her look up as his hands went into her hair, and tilted her head up. The
unexpected tenderness in his eyes made her blink.
    “ Not today, my sweet.”
    He
released her as abruptly as he’d grabbed her, his expression unreadable. She
moaned her frustration when he got up instead of pouncing on her, like she’d
hoped he would. She let her gaze feast on the incredible display of rippling
muscles as he moved away from their resting place. His ass clenched and
released with his movements, and when he turned round again, his magnificent
cock jutted up toward his navel. Like a come-suck-me-beacon the thick mushroom
head was slick with pre-cum, and it took all of Astrid’s willpower to not crawl
along the floor toward him, run her hands up his hair roughened thighs, and
fondle the heavy balls swinging between his legs.
    She
wanted to curl her hand around his thick girth, run her tongue along the vein
underneath his cock, and then take him deep toward the back of her throat, and
swallow.
    She did
none of that, of course. Instead she sat and waited as he approached the low
table filled to bursting with fresh food and refreshments. Presumably the
servants had restocked while they had slept. She certainly never saw them. Good
grief, why am I even thinking about food at a time like this? Something is
wrong. Has he gone off me already?
    Furiously
she blinked back the tears of frustration at her jumbled thoughts.   Of course he hadn’t. His erect cock meant he
still wanted her, sexually at least, and really that was all she had signed up
for here, so why was she being this pathetically needy? Damn it, she wanted to
taste him so badly it hurt. Her pussy contracted in need for his touch. Her
voice shook with the force of her own arousal. Was this her punishment then?
Was he going to make her beg?
    “ Please my lord, what’s wrong?”
    The heat
in his gaze set the fire in her belly to flashpoint, and his gaze rolled over
her. Like a physical caress it warmed up every bit of flesh he skimmed over
from afar.
    “ Don’t you want me, my lord?”
    His
animalistic grunt in answer made a fresh wave of moisture seep into her already
drenched cunt. A small muscle ticked in his clenched jaw, and, fists balled at
his side, he closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. The Arabic words too
low for her to catch, even if she’d known the language. When he finally opened
those eyes the glimpse of pain made her heart ache for the man behind the mask.
A mask she instinctively knew he wore.
    “ Call me Rashid. I want you to scream my name
when you come just for me, not the prince, not this place, just you and me.
Will you do that for me? Please? Fuck, I don’t even know your name.”
    Astrid’s
eyes widened further at the agitation in those grumbled words. Rashid took
several steps toward her, his eyes locked with hers, and the heated intensity
in his gaze took her breath away. He reached out to her. His fingers shook when
they closed around the hand she offered to him with an uncertain smile, and all
of her courage fled at the sudden vulnerability he showed her. This was far
more dangerous to her than any of the aggression he had