"Shiek" - читать интересную книгу автора (Connie Mason)

"You're not supposed to think, only to feel." He slid down her body, pressing her legs apart with the palms of his hands. Using tepid water and soft cloths left for that purpose, he cleansed his seed from her body and his. Then he bent his head and kissed her smooth mound, finding her joy spot with the tip of his tongue.

He caressed and loved her with his mouth, savoring the taste and scent of her. After several minutes in which they were both distracted, he reached for a small velvet pouch he had placed nearby. Zara watched warily as he pulled the drawstring and released two round silver objects into his palm.

"There is nothing to fear," Jamal said, holding up two smooth, perfectly symmetrical balls for her inspection. "I promise you will like them and even ask to be pleasured with them in the future."

Zara doubted it. Despite the years during which she'd ridden with her father and associated with men, she was basically innocent. Until Jamal had shown her, she'd been ignorant of the many and diverse erotic pleasures possible.

"Open for me, love," Jamal said, his voice husky as he stared at the dewy pink flesh between her legs. "Relax," he whispered as he slid one small silver ball into her moist passage and waited for her to adjust to the strangeness. Then he spread her with his thumbs and inserted the second silver ball.

The two balls bounced against one another and Zara jerked violently as intense pleasure spiraled through her. "What's happening?"

"Tell me how you feel."

"I feel... Allah help me... I feel as if my insides are on fire." She shifted positions and the tiny balls bounced against one another, sending shards of pure rapture radiating through her veins. The powerful climax that resulted was a volatile combination of agony and ecstasy. She writhed and cried out. "Blessed Allah, the pleasure! I cannot bear the pleasure."

"Bear it, sweet vixen, bear it and remember." Grasping her hips, he tilted them to the right, causing Zara to gasp and cry out again. Then he tipped her hips to the left and Zara rushed headlong to another fierce orgasm. Overcome by delirium, she lost all sense of reality.

"No more, please, no more," she begged weakly. "You're killing me."

A wicked smile turned up the corners of his sensuous lips. "I told you you'd enjoy it." Carefully he removed both silver balls and slipped them back into their pouch.

Zara breathed a sigh of relief. Any more pleasure and she would die from it. "May I return to my chamber?" she asked hopefully.

"The night is still young and I can't bear to part with you. Rest, love. Then we will eat and go where the night takes us."

Where the night took them was beyond anything Zara had ever dreamed or imagined. The silver balls remained in their pouch, but Jamal found other ways to give and receive pleasure.

Though the precise words were never spoken, Zara felt confident of Jamal's intense feelings for her. It was the kind of power she had wanted. Intuition told her that she would never find a better time to plan her escape, that Jamal's trust was as strong as it would ever be. Tomorrow she would ask Jamal's permission to visit the village.





Zara awoke early the following morning. Jamal was still sleeping soundly beside her as she rose and took advantage of his bathing room. When she returned, Jamal was sitting up in bed waiting for her.

"I missed you."

"I'm here, my lord."

"Looking lovelier than the moon and the stars. If I didn't have to go to Meknes today I would keep you in my bed and make love to you the rest of the day."

"Meknes?" Fear lanced through her. "Does your visit have anything to do with my father?"

"Not this time, sweet vixen. The sultan is pleased that the raids upon his caravans have ceased. To my knowledge he has not learned that Youssef is my prisoner. He thinks the attacks have ceased because Youssef fears you'll be harmed if he continues them. My visit concerns my pirate ship. Ishmail is greedy for more plunder and wants me to return to pirating."

"How long will you be gone?"

Jamal looked pleased. "Will you miss me?"