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“Um, nothing really.”
He walked to me and gripped the tops of my arms, “No, tell me now. You were the one that insisted we communicate everything. Now it is I insisting!”
My cheeks flushed, “It sounds really paranoid, but I was thinking how much your sister seemed able to rule. She wouldn’t go all Shakespeare and kill you to take your position. Would she?”
He sniffed and his eyelids lowered as if he were tired, “No, it wouldn’t matter, either. She wouldn’t be given the position. It would go to one of my brothers. Even if she killed the entire family, they wouldn’t set her on the throne.” He gave me a steely gaze, “She is a female and that will never happen in an Arab world. Never!”
“Okay. Well, I guess I’ll have to prove them all wrong and make this plan work. I intend to start planning first thing in the morning.”
He nodded and took my hand, “Yes, Anna. Make it work.”
We decided to go for a swim and headed for the pool. We both stripped without words and then went in naked. At first, Omar simply swam. He did multiple laps as I floated on my back and thought. Then he came to me and wrapped me in his arms and wordlessly we dwelt in the other’s company. The only sounds were of our breaths, the occasional kisses, and the lapping of the water against the tiled enclosure.
He never grew hard or desired for sex, and even though I was still achy from the honeymoon, I wondered if he’d somehow put me in a different category, and I no longer aroused him. I reached between our bodies and fondled his flaccid penis, and he let me, but remained silent. I played with him for a very long time, and he finally lifted and filled under my hand, but he made no move to enter my body. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I asked, “What can I do to please you?”
He made a throaty chuckle and pinned himself between our bodies, “Just your existence pleases me, Anna. I simply do not wish to penetrate you this instant. My mind is other places.”
“Are you sure?”
He kissed my forehead and rubbed himself between us, “Yes, darling. Not tonight.”
There wasn’t much else I could do or say, so I sighed and floated in his arms, weightless.
CHAPTER NINE
True to his word, Omar opened an account with a million dollars in it and my name as the executor. I was suddenly no longer aimless when he was away and busy. I had work to do and lots of it. I wanted to prove to him that if we helped, his people would stop the riots and random attacks. I had a job, and I was going to do it to the best of my abilities.
I quickly became so busy I was getting up with Omar at dawn and working all day long. At the end of the day, he and I would fall into bed, exhausted, yet satisfied with our endeavors. I was learning how to navigate through an entirely male-ruled empire, and despite the setbacks and constant cold shoulders I encountered, I was slowly making headway.
My mom was helping me from afar. When I was younger, she’d held chair on numerous charitable organizations—so her advice on how to disperse and what to focus on was immeasurable to my naïve knowledge in these areas. Within a week, I’d implemented a food bank/soup kitchen operation set up in the middle of the most poverty-stricken area, and already we’d served over a four hundred customers in both meals and food goods they could take home.
My next project was a new housing development I hoped to have completed before my six month time limit. Omar wanted to help and so had offered his best contractor and architect and all their men to complete the project. I rewarded him handsomely for that extra help.
Now that I had some assistance already implemented, most of the uprising had settled and for the time being, it seemed as if we were once again at peace with the civilian population. Now I needed to focus on the upcoming celebration and the arrival of all my friends and family. Tonight was a rare free evening for both of us, and we found ourselves alone and watching the sunset from the pool room.
“I am so proud of you, Anna,” Omar announced.
I sighed and waved my hand, “Don’t be too proud yet. I’ve not done much, and I have a lot to learn.”
“No, I am proud of what you’ve already accomplished and the simple fact you are taking on the mantle of Queen to a population of rebellious civilians. You are brave, Anna, and I can already see a shift in perceptions. You realize I talk with my advisors regularly? They do keep me updated of what you are asking them to implement and how you are taking command so easily. I am proud to call you my wife, and soon I am certain the entire nation will embrace you just as much as I have.”
I blushed and shrugged, not knowing what to say. After thinking about it, I offered, “I am so in love with you, Omar, that I want to please you, and I know that if I help your people and your country, I will please you. That’s why I am doing this. Why I’ve insisted you let me.”
He made a motion and pulled me over to his lap, something he’d not offered me in a while. I kissed his neck and rested my cheek against his collarbone, “You haven’t set me on your lap in a long time.”
He petted my back and then gripped my hip so that I pushed harder into his front and could feel what my bottom was now producing from his body. He rolled his hips and ground his now very hard cock up against me and he growled in my ear.
“I need to ravage your body, my love. I need to show you just how much you please me.”
I giggled and bit at his lower lip. Then in a much too eager tone I simply said, “Okay!”
He chuckled and then kissed me until I was totally out of breath. His voice became all dominant male, all commanding general, and my body lubricated just from the hunger I saw in his eyes. “Now, here, present yourself to me—on your knees before me.”
I obeyed him and slid to my feet and slowly sashayed out of my yoga pants, dropping them to puddle around my feet and baring my naked self. He pulsed his jaw and unzipped his pants. I pulled off my tee shirt next, and I didn’t have on a bra, so my breasts gently swayed from the motion of my arms. He released his shaft in a lewd moment where it popped free of his pants as if it were on springs. He growled and his nostrils flared and he palmed his huge erection.
I went to my knees and knelt before him, presenting all of my exposed flesh for his perusal. I heard him stroking himself, and I knew he saw how wet and shiny I already was. He leaned forward and rested one hot palm on my behind, and then he trailed his finger up through my cleft. The sound he made turned my insides to mush. “Perfection,” he muttered.
He pushed back his chair and knelt behind me on the plush carpet, and he took long moments of just stroking my palest, plump flesh. He spread my legs farther apart and laid down under me, and his hands pulled my center to his face. His nose touched my clit and he began to use his tongue to pleasure me. “Oh Omar, oh God, Ohhhhh.”
