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It was hotter than a whore's armpit when he stepped out of the office block and into the blazing sun. The air conditioned office block had reduced the temperature by a measly two degrees, not nearly enough to stop his white shirt from turning almost translucent on his back and clinging to his skin like a shroud. He tucked his proposal folder under his arm as he bought a bottle of luke warm water from a street vendor. Two dollars American, enough to feed a small family for a day in this God forsaken Arab country.
He tossed the bottle on the passenger seat of the heap of junk that the rental agency had pawned off on him after barely a sip, before climbing in himself and gunning the engine. He needed to get back to his hotel and change. He had a dinner invitation that he couldn't refuse from the local representative for the company he worked. The man had insisted, refusing to take no for an answer. Well, at least it could have been worse. He thought back to the previous evening.
She had opened the door. The only part of her showing was her deep chocolate eyes. Everything else was covered in shapeless black. His jaw dropped as he stared into those bewitching dark eyes. She had spoken to him but he couldn't have told you if she spoke Arabic or English. For that moment, nothing existed to him but her. He stepped forward before his brain caught up, reaching out for her, but then she was gone as huge masculine arms embraced him, welcoming him into the house. It was the rep. He looked around searching for the woman again, trying to find her. He caught a final shot of black as she retreated back to the woman's section of the house.
The rep apologized for sending a woman to answer the door. He brushed it off, without quite understanding the social slight. The house was huge, affluent even. They were obviously paying him well. Drinks were poured, cigars smoked and American sports debated as if they were earth-shatteringly important. All the time, he looked around, watching the eyes of the serving women. Finally, she was by his side again, those big brown eyes, meeting his gaze shyly, then half-turning her head to follow his every movement. He imagined her smile, her soft voice whispering in his ear as she lay beside him. He laughed and chatted dutifully with his host, his eyes following the girl's every movement.
Those chocolate eyes had bewitched him. He had to see her, had to talk to her. That was why he was accepting the invitation. The rep was throwing some sort of gala event, suit and tie affair. He didn't really care about that, he had other plans.
The hotel was as grubby and disreputable as every other part of this shitty sandpit of a country, well, almost every part. She was the only exception of course. He washed quickly, not wanting to stay in the brown liquid a moment longer than he had to. Dousing himself in talc and deodorant he dressed. White slacks and a new white shirt. He looked in the mirror. He thought he looked dashing. A few more arrangements had to be made before he was ready to leave. He smiled to himself as he planned the evening. He had to speak to her.
He arrived at the representative's house slightly later than he had planned but it was still early. He greeted his host and started looking around, one hand fingering something in his pocket, a special surprise for the woman. Several anxious minutes passed before he caught sight of her. His heart started beating harder, his mouth going dry as he watched her glide through the crowd of gathered men, ignored by everyone except him. He exchanged polite pleasantries with anyone who talked to him but he moved closer to her, tracking her movements through the room.
He was next to the patio door, a Western affectation, a waste of money but a useful one. He grabbed her arm and spun her out the open door before she could protest. He pulled out the surprise he had hidden away. The vial's cap flipped off easily and he spreads it over the black fabric covering his face. He watched as she breathed in the vapour. Her eyes widened and then glazed. She started to speak but collapsed into his arms before she could do more than open her mouth. He supported her, picking her up easily and bringing her to his car.
He needed to get her away from here. To take her to somewhere she could be appreciated, worshipped. He locked the doors behind him and stared hungrily at her. His finger brushed the tiny amount of exposed skin just beside her beautiful eye. It was soft, just as he suspected it would be. He put the car into gear and drove away. Away from town, away from the grubby shit hole that surrounded them. He needed to take her somewhere beautiful and he knew just the place.
There was a small wooded - well he supposed the term was 'oasis' - a secluded place with palm trees, water. A tourist trap during the day but deserted at night. Perfect. He scooped her up gently, cradling her in his arms as he carried her to one of the sun loungers that they left out overnight. He spread her out before him, still covered in her black robes. It was all he could do to not simply rip the clothing from her body and drink in her beauty. He took a deep breath, regaining his lagging composure and turned to make his way back to the car. Opening the boot, he pulled out the small bag that he had left there in anticipation of this moment.
He sat beside her when he returned, his hand going to her face. He stroked her cheek through the black fabric, taking in the shape of it, brushing over her covered lips as he waited. But the temptation overcame his flagging resolve and he pulled at the black veil, lifting it up and off his chosen, revealing her to his eyes. Her face was breathtaking, so beautiful, so clear. The faint pout to her lips, their fullness could not be ignored anymore. He leaned in and kissed them, letting his tongue lick over the cupid's bow shape. He pulled back, watching the light glint on where he had touched her. He reached into the bag and pulled out a small capsule. He cracked it open under her nose. Her nose twitched as the acrid, hard smell assaulted her.
Her eyes blinked open, revealing her eyes again, those beautiful orbs that he had fallen in love with. The acrid smell caught her again and she was wide awake, confused and scared. He pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms. She struggled but he comforted her, telling her that there were no others to see them. She was his and she was safe with him. She did not seem to hear the words or understand them. She kept struggling. He pulled back, letting her see the look on his face. She stilled. Her eyes registered her confusion as her hand rose to her face. She found no veil there and started looking around again, searching frantically for the material. He caught her arms and held them as he comforted her, telling her that there was no one else around. There would be no one to see her face except for him.
She struggled against his superior strength and finally gave in. He could see the tears in her eyes and knew that they were tears of joy. Finally she was looked on and appreciated for the person that she was, not just another servant serving at the whim of a man with too many. He hooked his bent thumb under her chin and lifted her eyes to his. He smiled and leaned in, kissing her again. She made no movement, letting him take what he wanted. His other hand pressed against her chest and started to caress her. She tried to push his hand away. She was right, it was too soon. He shouldn't touch her until he could see all of her. His hand moved to pull at the catches of her black robes instead and flicks them open. He kissed her again as he tore the restrictive black material from her shoulders, letting it pool behind her.
She broke off the kiss, trying to regain her clothing and put it on. He smiled at her modesty. Could it be that she was innocent? Of course she was. Someone this beautiful could not be anything but pure. He caught her hands again pushed her back onto the lounger again. All the time, he said words to reassure her. He pulled some rope from his bag of tricks. Her eyes widened again and she struggled but the struggles were quickly overcome. He straddled her as he pinned her wrists over her head with one hand. She looked so beautiful like that, innocent yet wanton, demure but sexy. He ran his hands over her body, stopping at her bra covered chest. He flicked open the front catch of the bra and let it fall open. Dark nipples crowned perfect mounds. They were soft now but he knew they would harden as the first breeze passed over them or under the soft skin of his fingertips.
He continued down, over her stomach and down to the modesty preserving underwear she wore. He clucked his tongue, scolding her slightly. No one in this day and age needed underwear this size. It covered her from waist to thigh. He pulled on the waist band, lowering it. She kicked out at him and he laughed. She had read him perfectly, she knew he liked it a little rough. She kicked out at him again and caught him squarely between the legs. He toppled a little as he struggled to find breath. Smiling, he looked back up at her. He forgave her with a look. It wasn't her fault that she had misjudged the power of the kick. Shielding himself more effectively this time, he continued to strip away the impeding underwear. Her struggles made it a touch more challenging, but he succeeded.
He pinned her legs open with one hand as she bucked against him. His other hand trailed over the dense patch of hair between her thighs. His fingers twirled and twisted in that forest, dipping deeper to touch the hidden depths of her. He found her inner lips and let his finger brush between them. She screamed. He smiled. So responsive. He withdrew his fingers from their quest and wet them before letting them explore further. She groaned as she bucked her hips again. He smiled and allowed his fingers to slip out again. Reaching over to the bag, he drew out another length of rope. He wrapped it around one ankle, tying it off. The rope was looped under the lounger before being brought up to bind the other foot. He tugged the cord, watching it dig into smooth skin until he was satisfied that the rope was tight. She would try to deny him when their pleasure was running high and he could not have that. This was their special night, their first time.
He stood back, admiring his beautiful woman, spread out before him and as beautiful as a summer's morn. He could only just make out the inner pinkness that he knew hid behind that forest of hair. He usually preferred his lovers shaved or at the very least trimmed but on her it was perfect. He walked closer again, his hand on his belt, opening it. It was time to see him as he was in all his own glory as he matched her in undress . Standing beside her head, he slid the trousers from his hips. He shrugged out of his shirt, both lying on the ground beside them. His hand curled around his painfully hard member and he stroked it. Clear liquid glistened at the tip.
Her dark eyes followed every movement, looking on in wonderment at his size, his stature. He moved in close, brushing the tip against her lips. She did not respond, reluctant, unknowing of what to do. He told her that he would guide her through it. One of his hands went to the back of her head, pulling her closer to him. She opened her mouth and he slid in. The warm cavern welcomed him as he thrust in. Her teeth scraped against him as he pulled out, sending a shiver through him.
Then she bit him, really little more than a nip really and pain blossomed through him. He embraced it and moaned out in pleasure. His hand crept to her breast to returned the favour, twisting a nipple until she moaned out loud. A little more and she could not hold in the scream. He loved hearing the pleasure in her voice. The caress of her mouth and the erotic foreplay threatened to push him over the edge sooner than he had intended. The delicious sensation of her mouth threatened to make this a very short encounter and he craved so much more. He moved, pulling out of that warm, wet cavern and lay himself out on top of her. He would have kissed her lips but for what had been in there just seconds ago. Her lips were sullied now, her taste corrupt and he would not sample it until that was rectified.
By touch alone, he could feel his skin against hers, his shaft pressing against the joint of her thighs. He wiggled, kissing her collarbone, until he had lined himself up with her virginal passageway. The soft hair pressing against him, tickling slightly. He knew just how to do this. He arched his back into impossible angles as he kissed his way down to her nipple. His hips thrusted forward as his teeth closed over that now hard nub. She screamed as he breached her. He could hear the acceptance in her voice as he sundered her maidenhead. He kissed at her nipple, making the pain go away. However, his hips never stopped moving. He could feel the dryness diminish as her fluids rushed to meet him. He knew that she would enjoy this. He pulled out and thrust back in, hard as a jackhammer. His eyes closed as he took in the sounds that she was making, the tightness of her.
He dropped a hand to the bag. She watched him but saw nothing but a glint of silver in his hand. The shadow cast by the lounger hiding whatever it was from her sight. Her eyes closed again. He smiled. He knew that he was a fantastic lover. His previous partners had whispered that to him many times. He moved his hand up to her throat, brushing the item over the flawless skin. He saw the tears of joy on her face, running down her cheeks. He was almost done. He could feel the tightening. Another thrust. Another. So close now. He whipped his hand away and warm liquid coated him. He could feel her tightening around him. Muscle contractions. It was enough to push him over into ecstasy. He came in long spurts, filling her up. He lay on top of her as he came down from his high. He could feel her warm, sticky skin below him. He ran a finger over her skin, tracing patterns.
How long he lay like that, he could not tell. But eventually, he sat up, withdrawing at the same time. He looked down at her. Her wide brown eyes looked up at him, unblinking. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her lips. She made no movement, no noise. Turning, the walked into the oasis, letting the water greet him, caress him. He runs a hand over his skin, washing himself. It took but a few minutes before he stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry himself off. Dark stains clung to the towel. He looked down on his beloved again and let a hand brush her cheek. She was beautiful like this but he could not leave her as she was. He reached down and untied her hands. They fell limp as the tension was released. He crossed them over her chest, careful not to get dirty again. Next her feet, untied and placed together. No one should see that place he had made his own.
He stepped back, surveying his work. A beautiful picture to share with the world. The only defect, the two dark pools spread out under the lounger. But there was nothing that he could do about that. It was a necessary evil that was now becoming part of the picture. He took the towel and spread it out over her. It stretched from the second grin she wore to the middle of her thighs, covering her abused flesh. She still had not blinked. He dressed quickly, thanking the deities that watched over him that his clothing had not gotten covered in her fluids.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead as his hand pushed down her eyelids. Those eyes were his and his alone. No one would ever share them again.
He could already hear her voice joining his inner chorus. It was there as strong as any of the others. He stopped for a minute, listening to her words, letting her praise wash over him. She was saved. Saved from this wretched world where she had been overlooked. No more would she be dismissed as unimportant, banished from sight. She was part of him now.