Debt of Honor (Sexy Sheikh Romance) Page 3

  The music slowed and the women's hips swayed from side to side. The woman in crimson slowed and sank to her knees, her arms undulating in front of her. She arched backward, her head brushing the ground behind her, her breasts curving upward. The woman in turquoise sank to her knees beside Crimson and stroked her back.

  No, she wasn't stroking Crimson, Angelica realized, as the bra came free and Turquoise removed it from her companion. Crimson began a shoulder shimmy and her breasts, full and round, quivered. The nipples tightened, thrusting upward. Angelica couldn't pry her gaze from them.

  "They are beautiful, Azima's breasts, don't you agree?" Kadin said.

  Angelica glanced toward him. Her gaze locked with his, then veered away. Involuntarily, she nodded.

  She became acutely aware of the beaded fringe still draped around her neck. The fringe danced across the top of her breasts, teasing, making her long for a lover's hands. For Kadin's hands.

  The other two dancers sank to the floor beside Crimson and began stroking her quivering belly. Their hands fluttered melodically to the music as they progressed upward, toward her breasts. Angelica's breath held as the women cupped Crimson's full breasts in their delicate hands. Crimson stopped her shoulder shimmy and started a belly roll, her abdomen undulating up and down as her friends stroked the tips of her breasts. In unison, the two women arched over her and drew her nipples into their mouths. Angelica felt her own nipples ache with need. She glanced down at them. They were hard and distended. Her gaze flicked to Kadin and she glanced away quickly when she saw he was watching her.

  Despite the erotic scene playing out in front of them, she could see in her peripheral vision that his gaze remained locked on her. Both Turquoise and Violet removed their bras and cast them aside, then raised their hands high and shimmied their hips. Their breasts, just as full and round as Crimson's, quivered with the movement. Still on their knees, they each shifted to their left, Turquoise positioning herself at Crimson's head and Violet at Crimson's knees.

  Turquoise leaned over Crimson and took one hard nipple into her mouth again. Crimson's hands, with snake-like movements, curled around Turquoise, stroking her back, then gliding around to her front and cupping the breasts dangling over her.

  Violet slid her hands along Crimson's thigh, parting the red, translucent fabric as she did. A moment later, the skirt fell to the floor and she slid the beaded fringe upward, baring Crimson's dark curls. Angelica felt Kadin's gaze on her like molten lava.

  "What a beautiful pussy she has, don't you think?" Kadin said.

  Angelica said nothing, but she couldn't take her eyes from it. Soft, dark curls with a little tongue of pink showing through.

  Violet slid her hands up Crimson's thighs, then parted the furry folds, revealing the glistening pink flesh beneath.

  Was Kadin going to take these woman right in front of her? If he did, would he leave her alone? But it seemed they were enjoying each other. Violet leaned forward and licked Crimson's pussy. Crimson moaned, her body undulating. Angelica could see Turquoise's mouth on Crimson's breasts, moving from one to the other. Crimson arched, and moaned loudly. She must be close to an orgasm.

  Instead of pushing her to release, Violet swirled away and Turquoise prowled over Crimson. Violet pulled away Turquoise's skirt and Turquoise kneeled over Crimson as she stretched Crimson's legs out, splaying them wide. Turquoise lowered her body as she leaned down and licked Crimson's pussy. In turn, Crimson lapped at the woman above her.

  Violet disappeared from the room and returned an instant later with a burgundy velvet drawstring bag in her hand. She shed her own skirt and lowered herself beside the other women. From inside the bag she drew a long, purple cylinder. Angelica gasped as she realized the cylinder looked like a man's penis. Actually, like two penises lying end to end. The thing was twelve to fourteen inches long!

  As Violet watched the other women, her manicured fingertips danced along her nipples, from one to the other, until they thrust sharply outward. One hand slid to her pussy and stroked it. Her head fell back as she moaned. She opened her legs wider and plunged her fingers in and out, then brushed them over the opening again. Against the clitoris, Angelica realized.

  Her own pussy ached, and liquid pooled at her opening.

  Crimson and Turquoise began to undulate as one. Periodically, one or the other would come up for air and moan in pleasure. Violet stroked her nipples with one hand and her clit with the other. Kadin's gaze shifted back and forth now, from Angelica to the other women. The two women pleasuring each other started to moan, the sound muffled by the fact their mouths were each buried deep on the other's pussy. Frantic sounds signaled their oncoming climax.

  Violet grabbed the long penis and drove it inside her pussy. Angelica watched in fascination as she thrust it in and out, her hips arching upward, then a long, strangled moan blossomed from her throat and her eyes fluttered wildly as she rode the device to orgasm.

  All the women collapsed on the floor. Angelica glanced at Kadin and his lips turned up in a devilish smile. Her body ached for his touch.

  The women shifted. Violet pushed herself forward, the long penis still dangling from her, making her look like some strange female-man. She fiddled with her beaded belt, pulling down two short straps which she wrapped around the penis then fastened together. Angelica realized Violet had essentially strapped the penis on so it would stay inside her.

  Violet stood up and approached the other two women. Turquoise saw her and shifted to her knees, then leaned forward. In amazement, Angelica watched Violet part Turquoise's buttock cheeks and lick her anus. Then she pressed the purple penis against the asterisk shaped opening and began to push forward. Angelica thought it would hurt the woman, but she moaned in pleasure.

  Crimson reached for the velvet bag and pulled out another long, plastic penis, this one blue. She fed one end into herself, smiling wantonly. Once she had only seven inches dangling outside, she fastened it as Violet had. She approached her friends and crouched in front of them. Turquoise grabbed the dangling blue penis and nudged it against her pussy. Violet pushed forward until the device disappeared inside Turquoise. Turquoise now had two plastic penises inside her.

  Angelica's pussy ached for attention. She wanted a long, hard penis inside her like she never had before. It became a tortuous ache.

  Violet lay down and Turquoise sat down on her, taking the penis deep into her ass, her legs spread wide. Crimson thrust into Turquoise and she moaned. So did Violet. Angelica realized that Crimson's thrusts would push the plastic cock deeper into Violet.

  Crimson thrust into Turquoise with long, sharp movements. Soon all three of them were moaning, then Turquoise started to scream, clearly in pleasure. The other two quickly followed suit. Finally, they all collapsed on the floor again. Their breasts bounced with their laughter. Angelica's pussy ached with need.

  The dancers discarded the plastic penises and stood up. They glanced at Kadin and he smiled, then nodded. They giggled and bounced toward Angelica.

  Were they going to release her?

  Their soft hands began to stroke her overheated body. Violet's fingertip glided down the beaded fringe into the crevice between Angelica's breasts, then swirled around her aureole. Turquoise cupped Angelica's other breast and the nipple peaked into her hand.

  The feel of both breasts being stimulated left Angelica gasping for air.

  Crimson, stroked Angelica's stomach, then down her thighs while Violet and Turquoise licked the tips of Angelica's nipples. She wanted to protest, but it felt so good.

  Her breathing quaked at the exquisite torture and she gasped as she felt Crimson's tongue lick her slit. The women at her breasts sucked them deep into their mouths, sending sharp pleasure spiking from her nipples through her body to her pussy. Crimson nudged Angelica's clit with her tongue, then sucked on it and Angelica moaned out loud. Between the blissful play on her nipples and the intense pleasure screaming through her clitoris, she gasped again and felt a tremendous wave of ple
asure wash over her. She moaned long and loud as ecstasy swept her away. The women's mouths moved on her, kissing her breasts, her neck, her shoulders, then their hands grazed over her skin with soothing strokes as the orgasm passed.

  She found herself hanging from the chains, stroked lovingly by feminine hands. Finally, they drew away, each kissing her cheek before they withdrew totally. They gathered their things and left the room.

  Angelica tipped her gaze to the ground, unable to meet Kadin's scrutiny.

  Oh, God, what must he think of her now?

  He pushed himself to his feet. As he approached, panic scurried through her. When he stood in front of her, she managed to glance at his face, and did not see a sly smirk as she'd feared. Instead, the black embers of his eyes burned hot.

  He leaned close to her and she was sure he was going to kiss her. His face hovered an inch from her own and she stiffened, fearing he was going to kiss her, but at the same time wanting him to kiss her. At the heat of his body so close to hers, her nipples hardened once again and tremors rippled through her body.

  She felt so ready. She wanted to feel a man's touch, to experience a lover's invasion.

  Chapter Five

  "You must be hungry." The breath carrying Kadin's words brushed across Angelica's cheek in a gentle caress.

  Oh, God, she wanted him. But she shouldn't. To him, her surrender would be payment of a debt, nothing more. A debt she didn't even owe!

  His fingers curled around her waist and he eased her back to her feet, steadying her until her legs took her own weight. As she felt his fingers work at her wrists, unlocking the metal bonds, she knew she could not give in to the demands of her over-stimulated body. This need would pass. The attentions of the women had sent her brain into hibernation. She still couldn't believe the scene they had played out before, and how much it had turned her on. Then when they'd touched her … she shouldn't have enjoyed it.

  But she had.

  Kadin crouched in front of her and Angelica stiffened, but he simply released her left ankle, then the right.

  He stood up. Her limbs had been freed, but she stood frozen against the wall, unable to pass because he stood in front of her.

  "If you have learned your lesson," he said, a half smile tracing his lips, "then I will provide you with something to wear other than the blanket."

  "Lesson?"

  His smile broadened.

  "Will you promise not to tear off the clothing I provide?"

  She nodded. "As long as you promise the same thing."

  He roared in laughter and stepped aside to let her pass.

  "It will be as you wish."

  He stretched out his right arm, signaling her to go ahead. She wasn't comfortable knowing he would be behind her, watching her naked butt as she walked, so she hesitated, her gaze downcast. He leaned down and a second later, she felt smooth silk slip over her skin as he wrapped a yellow coverlet around her shoulders. It was from the pile of cushions a few feet from the chains that had held her prisoner. It had covered a thin, flat pad to provide comfort from the hard, wooden floor.

  Her fingers clamped around the fabric and pulled it close. He gestured her forward again and this time she went. Once in the other room, she saw another harem costume laid out on one of the couches, this one in lavender and rich purple, with iridescent beads.

  "Although I have seen you totally naked, you probably wish that I turn around while you dress, yes?"

  "Yes."

  Why was he being so cooperative all of a sudden?

  He turned and she quickly pulled on the skimpy thong and skirt, then fastened the belt around her hips. When she tried to fasten the bra, however, she ran into problems. She could not manage the strange hooks on the heavily beaded, snug fitting garment. She struggled and struggled.

  "Is there some problem?" he asked.

  "I … can't seem to … get this … uh … top fastened."

  He chuckled. "May I be of assistance?"

  "Uh … Maybe one of the women ..."

  "Nonsense."

  He turned around and she clamped her hands tighter on the bra, which currently hid her breasts but she had an irrational fear that it would fall off. Irrational mostly because he'd already seen all she had.

  He stepped toward her. She stared up at him and he stared down at her.

  "Well?" His eyebrow arched upward.

  "What?"

  He made a circular motion with his finger and she realized he wanted her to turn around. Duh. Her brain really had come unhinged.

  She turned around and his large, masculine fingers touched her skin and a quivering sensation shimmered down her back. Within two seconds, he had the bra fastened. Then his fingers stroked along the band, lightly, caressing her skin, sending her common sense fleeing as she longed for him to slide his hands around her and cup her breasts. She tugged on the sides of the bra to ensure it was secure and stepped forward, putting an end to the sensuous spell of his touch.

  "Now, let me look at you."

  "Are you really giving me a choice?"

  He touched her shoulder lightly, sending shivers of awareness through her.

  "I want your permission."

  She hesitated. She could refuse, but where would that get her? On the other hand, if she gave her permission, would he take it as something more?

  She sighed and gave a single nod.

  His gaze caressed the length of her body, sending heat burning along her skin. As his gaze settled on the curve of her breasts, pushing out the top of the bra, she could barely stand still.

  "You've already seen me naked," she snapped.

  "Yes, and that was very … arousing, but a garment such as this adds a different level of allure. The way it pushes your bosom up. The way the cascade of beads caresses the delicate skin of your abdomen. The way your long, shapely thighs peek out from the flowing fabric of the skirt.

  Her cheeks flushed at his words. They made her feel sexy and attractive, despite embarrassing her. She wasn't used to feeling sexy. As his gaze began to travel again, she realized she wanted him to look at her. Wanted him to find her attractive.

  This was crazy. Here she stood, enduring … no, luxuriating … in his perusal and the way it made her feel. Silently, she prayed he would sit down first so she could pick a seat far away from him. Finally, he placed his hand on the small of her back, sending more tremors through her, and guided her forward.

  "Sit here, Angelica."

  She sat on the couch he indicated, then he sat beside her. He clapped his hands together and an array of servants appeared carrying a multitude of covered dishes. They set up a low table in front of Kadin and her, and one of the servants placed a tall candelabra on the table. The lights dimmed as the woman lit the candles, filling the room with a warm glow. Soon the table was filled with serving platters full of spicy, colorful foods. Angelica didn't recognize any of them, but the lovely aromas set her mouth watering. Someone poured wine from an ornate, glass decanter into tall, crystal goblets. Finally, all the servants left. One covered dish remained and she glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.

  "Yes, that," he said. "I wasn't sure if you would enjoy our cuisine so I had this brought in." He lifted the lid and, underneath, was a McDonald's Big Mac, fries, and a milkshake.

  It looked so out of place among the elaborate feast he'd set out. She covered her mouth with one hand, stifling a giggle.

  "They have such … restaurants … at the airport." He tipped his head and his expression grew taut as he noticed tears escaping her eyes. "Have I displeased you?"

  "No." She wiped a tear of suppressed laughter from her eye. She hadn't meant to insult him, but so much had happened to her in the past twelve hours that the thought of some sultan, or whatever he was, buying her fast food at the airport and placing it amongst this scrumptious feast, all while punishing her, had just sent her over the edge.

  In fact, she found the gesture rather sweet.

  "It was very kind of you, but I would far prefer
the other dishes that I'm sure your … staff has spent a lot of time preparing."

  There. Maybe that would make up for her potentially insulting behavior.

  He nodded his head and smiled. She seemed to have pleased him. Why did she find that thought pleased her?

  He smiled. "Good."

  Approval lit his charcoal eyes, unnerving her a little. She reached for the goblet of wine and took a sip. Red wine wasn't her favorite, but this one was superb, and it warmed her stomach and relaxed her frazzled nerves. She took another sip.

  He helped her select foods, recommending various dishes. She sipped wine and ate, enjoying everything he offered. Finally, her stomach sated, the warmth of the wine talking the edge off her nervousness, she sat back and sighed.

  "Ah, but you have left room for something sweet, have you not?"

  He smiled and lifted a bunch of red grapes from one of the platters. He pulled one from its stem and lifted it to her mouth. He stroked it across her lips, sending a delicious tingling along the sensitive skin. She parted her lips, and he eased the grape into her mouth. She bit through the skin and the sweet nectar burst into her mouth.

  Gently, he grasped her hand, surrounding it in warmth, and guided it toward him. She stiffened, wondering what he was going to do, and relaxed as he placed a grape between her fingers then drew her hand to his mouth. As he guided her to stroke the small globe against his lips, the tip of his tongue slipped out and teased her fingertips for a second before he grasped the grape in his teeth and drew it into his mouth. He freed her hand and plucked another grape, then touched it to his tongue, moistening it. He brought it to her mouth and stroked it across her lips. She imagined it was his mouth touching hers. She flicked out her tongue and touched the grape, wishing she was touching his tongue.