“Do it.” He parroted the sheik’s words in a peculiar tone. Why it sent a shaft of lust through her, she couldn’t say. She did as he commanded, pulling off her dress. She shivered, though it was not cold, and stood before him, bare and vulnerable. Her nipples pebbled.
“Shouldn’t we lock the door?”
His eyes gleamed. “No.”
She stomped a foot. His attention fixed on her bobbling breasts. “Edward. The servants—”
“They won’t intrude.”
“They could.”
“They wouldn’t dare.”
“Edward—”
He stood, sauntered over to her side. Thumbed a nipple. “Does it make you nervous, standing here so exposed in my library?”
She flushed. “You know it does.”
He bent his head and captured the swollen peak with his lips. Nuzzled. “Excellent.”
“What?” She lurched away, but he caught her and held her still as he feasted on one ripe tip and then another. Excitement bubbled within her. Dribbled out.
“I like keeping you off balance. It’s…arousing.” His palm skated over her hips, shifted down. He stroked her slit, just a teasing touch. She shuddered. He sat once more and gestured with his fingers—just as the sheik had done in her imagination. “Continue reading.”
“I-I’ve forgotten where I was.”
“Do it.”
She hunted for the phrase. She could barely focus.
“Do it.” The Sheik’s expression was frightening. Arousing. She did as he commanded, quivering as she stood naked before him. “Now kneel.”
“That sounds promising.”
Kaitlin blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
“Kneel.”
She shook her head, unable to work through his meaning.
“Kneel, Kaitlin.”
Oh! Oh. She did. Good thing, too. Her knees had gone weak.
“And continue.”
Heavens. What was it about this man that had her in such a frenzy? She could feel the dampness between her thighs. Her body hummed. Her pearl—the button he had only brushed—thrummed in time with her pulse.
“Kaitlin, I gave you an order. Are you disobeying?”
Heavens. She snapped her attention back to the book.
Asha went onto her knees before the mighty sheik, quivering.
He studied her for a long, long while. She knew not to move. Not to do anything—until he commanded it of her.
“Come closer, girl. That’s right. On your knees.” He had not commanded her to rise. She edged nearer and then, when he spread his legs, settled between them.
Edward patted his knee. Kaitlin did not need any more than that tiny gesture to know what he wanted. She did as Asha had, and made her way between Edward’s thighs.
“You have been trained to please a man?”
“Yes, Your Eminence.”
He untied his loose silken trousers and revealed his cock. Asha gasped. Lust shot through her. He was large and slender and fully aroused. Too heavy to stand on its own, it lay at an angle across his belly.
She glanced up at Edward. “Did you want me to undo your trousers?” she asked with a grin.
He threaded his fingers through her hair. “Not just yet. Keep reading.”
“Take it in your hand.”
She did. He was warm, velvet. Much more intriguing than the marble phalluses on which they had been trained. Much larger than the vizier’s cock. Asha wondered if she could take it all in.
“Stroke me.” She did, bringing her fist up and down slowly, then faster, then in varied rhythms. The sheik closed his eyes and leaned back his head, reveling in her attentions.
He stopped her with a light touch to her cheek. Brought her closer. She did not resist. She knew what he wanted.
Slowly, she took him into her mouth. She was careful not to use her teeth, careful to give him only her softest flesh. He groaned and pulled her closer, letting her work on him for a long, long while. She tasted the salty hint of his pleasure and sucked harder, eager to give him release.
Edward shifted. Kaitlin glanced at him. Quirked a brow. He nodded.
She had his placket undone and his cock in her mouth in a trice. And, ah, he tasted divine. She worked him just as Asha had been trained, following every instruction to the letter, glorying in his sighs and moans. Edward, apparently, did not have the restraint the sheik possessed. It was not a long, long while before he stopped her.
When he spoke, his voice was ragged. “Continue reading.”
“But Edward—”
“Continue.”
“I like this part.”
“The next part is better.”
The sheik pulled away. His eyes were hot, his features tight. “On your hands and knees,” he snapped.
Asha’s heart sank. Had she displeased him? Would he whip her now? Or worse?