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I spread my legs a tad more and I lifted my ass in the air. He made that sound, and I heard his pants hit the floor. Then he was on me and his hands were digging into my waist and without preamble he entered my body in a violent thrusting moment. If not for his tight grip on my waist and I would have collapsed. He held me tightly and stroked me fast and hard. I screamed and braced into his bruising thrusts. I liked it. I liked his dominant way of just taking me and owning me. I came yet again and when I did, he wrapped his arm around my waist and lowered me to the bed, smothering my back with his chest and his immense weight. I felt safe and loved and I rolled my hips for him. He came then too, grunting and biting my neck as his twitched and jerked inside me.
He left me then, content and sated, and I slept the remainder of the flight. We arrived in the middle of the night, and I was still tired and groggy from the sex induced endorphins and the alcohol. I groggily put on yoga pants and a tee shirt, totally forgetting about a bra, and Armand carried me to the limo. I weakly protested, but I was really out of it, so I finally went with it and enjoyed being treated like a fairy princess.
Maybe it was partly because of all the anxiety at the beginning of the day, but I was spent and even in the limo, I fell back asleep, totally missing the drive from the airstrip to his palace. I was again carried into the estate and immediately taken up a long curving staircase and put directly into a bed that matched the one we had shared in his New York penthouse. I cooed and went to curl up under the soft linens when Omar whispered at my ear. “Naked my love.”
Without getting out of bed I stripped and tossed my clothes over the edge. I jokingly said, “Yes Master.”
Omar tucked me in, kissed my forehead and then my lips, “You are home princess. Sleep.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Omar’s room must have had blackout curtains because I couldn’t see a thing when I finally woke up. I had no idea of the time or even the day. I also had a small headache and I figured it was from all the stress and alcohol and me not drinking enough water. I fumbled for a light and knocked over something on the nightstand. I finally found the light and squinted as my eyes adjusted. I was still alone, and it appeared as if I had remained alone for however long I’d been in bed.
I went to the bathroom and froze in shock at the size of the room. I could have held a party in there for how immense it was. Everything was again gold, like all the bathrooms of his I’d already seen. Gold fixtures and white tile everywhere. There was a mosaic inside the cavernous shower that had no doors. It was of an oasis in the middle of a parched desert. There were palms and birds and a few horses grazing near the vibrant blue spring of water. On the far side of the cool, inviting pool of blue tiles was a happily buzzing hive of bees. I remembered his story and how he’d compared me to tasting like honey from his oasis hive.
My heart fluttered and my hand went to my bare chest reactively. Was this really happening? Was I really now a princess? Was I engaged to a King? Was this really happening? I felt as if I were living inside an impossible to believe fairy tale.
I washed in the bidet, donned another of Omar’s signature uber plush robes, and then went back to the bedroom suite that was bigger than most homes. There was a massive picture window, and it took me awhile to find the button that would draw back the metal barrier set inside the wall. As I waited for it to slide away, the city below was revealed to me. My breath caught. At first I thought we were still in the airplane, only because it felt as if we were up in the clouds. Again it must have been the penthouse in a high-rise, but this one was up farther up than I’d ever been. From my vantage point, I could see the entire metropolis off in the distance, and it was magnificent. It must have been near dawn because there was a faint line of emerging orange on the far horizon. The sprawling expanse of beauty spread out like a portrait below me.
I settled into a leather chair near the window, and I watched as the sun rose. The emerging light sparkled off golden mosque turrets and other mirrored high rise buildings. The entire city seemed to glimmer as if it were encrusted in diamonds and precious metals. I could see how the creators of this modernly engineered domain meticulously designed it, and I wondered if Omar himself had something to do with the sprawl below his palace in the sky. The entire scene was incredibly pleasing to the eye and it felt as if I were in a high turret of a majestic castle, looking out over the domain of my Kingdom.
That thought brought me up short. It wasn’t mine really, but I was appreciating it as if it were. Already seeing the design as being part of the man I loved. I could feel his presence in this home and especially in this chair that I now I occupied. I felt he was mine. I already felt possessive over him in a way I didn’t understand, and I supposed that through extension, that made me feel the same for his kingdom.
The sun took its time lifting up into the sky like a lazy orange giant, unwilling to start the new day too quickly. I sat there in rapt enthrall as I watched the city begin to stir to life. Dubai seemed a lot like New York to me, although on a much grander scale. It was like New York on steroids and I thrilled to discover more of its hidden treasures.
The door to his suite opened and my lover appeared. He froze at the sight of me in front of what I assumed was his favorite window. He just stared at me, his chest rising and falling slowly as he seemed to be absorbing me. He was fully dressed in nice slacks and a pressed shirt. No tie or vest or jacket like I was used to seeing him in.
He looked a bit tired and I rose to go to him. After I stood, he lifted his hand to stay me. I obeyed. He made another motion and I knew he wanted me to open my robe. I did as he wished, and I knew I pleased him from the expression that washed over his face. He soaked in more of me. My lungs felt tight and constricted as I tried to breathe. He strode to me and cupped my cheeks, “Anna, you are now the only view I ever wish to look upon.”
I smiled,
“You are full of one great line after another.”
He looked confused, “They aren’t lines! I speak only the truth to you.”
“I was joking Omar. I was sitting here, looking out at your domain and wondering how I got so lucky. How did this happen? I feel like a princess in a fairy tale. Is this for real?”
He kissed me gently, holding my face and bending to me; I rose on my toes to meet his mouth. “Yes my love. This is real, and I plan on making certain you feel this way always. You are mine Anna, never forget that.”
He pulled my half naked body up against his and lifted me by my bottom. I straddled his waist and he settled down into that same chair. I plastered myself to his chest and he held me as if I were a child. Together we sat in silence and stared out at his empire.
CHAPTER SIX
Omar held Anna to his chest and silently reveled in her acceptance and willingness to become part of his world. Her soft, pale skin, felt like the finest silk under his palms and her steady pulse radiated against his perceptions. She was now part of him, part of his very existence and he wondered if his heart would continue beating if he lost her again.
The simple fact she had found his favorite chair and had known this was where he most enjoyed looking at his city was enough confirmation of their connection that his last remnants of doubt vanished. He was indeed going to make her his Queen, and together they would bring peace to this unsettled region. Her softness, her willingness to submit and surrender seemed the perfect complement to his dominant way of being, and he hoped that his people would embrace her as much as he had completely fallen for her.
Her American upbringing and Caucasian appearance would definitely hinder her acceptance, but over time he was confident her sweetness would sway the people, and they would welcome her as one of their own.
Anna whispered, “I can feel the building swaying.”
“Yes, of course you can my love. After all, you are in the tallest building on the entire planet.”
Anna pulled back, “No way!”
Omar chuckled and simply replied, “Way. It’s called the Burj Khalifa.” He kissed the top of her head as she rested on his lap, with her cheek pressed to his heart. “Are you still tired?” He asked.
She weakly nodded against his shirt. “Probably just jet lag.” She mumbled.
