Slave to the Sheikh: Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Nadia Aidan
against the door, naked and vulnerable, he towered over me, fully clothed. I was completely at his mercy.
“With just one phone call, all of your colleagues would know why I dismissed you from this project. The reputation you’ve spent years building would be reduced to those few minutes spent in my bathroom finger fucking yourself with my name on your lips. You would be humiliated, worse than that it would take you twice as many years before anyone would ever take you seriously in this field again.”
He was right, and it wasn’t his fault that I’d ended up in this predicament, but a gentleman would have let me off with a warning, my humiliation serving as reprimand enough.
“I hate you.” I spat, my entire body vibrating with anger and frustration, and the shame that I’d once wanted this man who was such a despicable bastard. That despite it all I still wanted him.
My words didn’t even faze him, just the opposite. He actually smiled. I closed my eyes so I could pretend that wasn’t triumph I glimpsed in his eyes. Releasing a long, deep breath, I resigned myself to whatever fate he had planned for me.
“What do you want?” I finally asked, hating that I sounded so defeated. If not his mistress or his whore, then what the hell did he want from me?
It was almost eerie the way he could discern deeper meaning from my expressions, or just a few simple words, but this time I was grateful for his insight, because I could have never even begun to put his intentions for me into words.
“It’s not what I want, Daniella.“ I was proud of myself that I didn’t turn away even as the pain of his statement seared through my chest. I already knew he didn’t want me, that he was just going to use me, but did he have to actually say it? Considering that I really did hate him, the words hurt more than they should have. “It’s what you want?” I started to protest that this was definitely not what I wanted but his next words left me speechless. “You masturbate while screaming my name until you’re hoarse. You bought sex toys and pornos so you could masturbate to your fantasy all over again, because the truth is you’re afraid to admit to what you really want. You’re afraid of what people would think of you if they knew that deep down you want to be treated worse than a whore, that you more than want it, you crave it.” His gaze slid across my trembling naked body. “Every fiber of you screams and begs for me to make you my slave. That’s what you want baby, isn’t it? To be a slave to a Sheikh? So now you’re my slave, Daniella, for as long as I say.
“No matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing, if I command it, you will spread those beautiful thighs of yours and you will fuck me. I don’t care if you’ve had a shit day and you’re tired, if I command you to drop to your knees and suck me dry you will do it. I don’t care if you’re asleep and I return from a business trip at three in the morning, if I just whisper in your ear, you will roll over and offer me your pussy until your cunt is filled to the brim with my cum. No matter how sore that gorgeous ass of yours is, if I want to fuck it, you will give it to me. Your body, every single inch of it belongs to me, and only me, at all times, and whenever I say.
“You are my slave, Daniella, my possession, my pleasure is your only concern, my satisfaction your only goal. “
His expression was unyielding, his gaze intense as it bore into me. “Are we clear?”
I was so stunned by his words all I could do was nod.
Crystal.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Say it,” he commanded.
I stared at him in confusion, until I finally realized what he wanted.
“Yes, we’re
“With just one phone call, all of your colleagues would know why I dismissed you from this project. The reputation you’ve spent years building would be reduced to those few minutes spent in my bathroom finger fucking yourself with my name on your lips. You would be humiliated, worse than that it would take you twice as many years before anyone would ever take you seriously in this field again.”
He was right, and it wasn’t his fault that I’d ended up in this predicament, but a gentleman would have let me off with a warning, my humiliation serving as reprimand enough.
“I hate you.” I spat, my entire body vibrating with anger and frustration, and the shame that I’d once wanted this man who was such a despicable bastard. That despite it all I still wanted him.
My words didn’t even faze him, just the opposite. He actually smiled. I closed my eyes so I could pretend that wasn’t triumph I glimpsed in his eyes. Releasing a long, deep breath, I resigned myself to whatever fate he had planned for me.
“What do you want?” I finally asked, hating that I sounded so defeated. If not his mistress or his whore, then what the hell did he want from me?
It was almost eerie the way he could discern deeper meaning from my expressions, or just a few simple words, but this time I was grateful for his insight, because I could have never even begun to put his intentions for me into words.
“It’s not what I want, Daniella.“ I was proud of myself that I didn’t turn away even as the pain of his statement seared through my chest. I already knew he didn’t want me, that he was just going to use me, but did he have to actually say it? Considering that I really did hate him, the words hurt more than they should have. “It’s what you want?” I started to protest that this was definitely not what I wanted but his next words left me speechless. “You masturbate while screaming my name until you’re hoarse. You bought sex toys and pornos so you could masturbate to your fantasy all over again, because the truth is you’re afraid to admit to what you really want. You’re afraid of what people would think of you if they knew that deep down you want to be treated worse than a whore, that you more than want it, you crave it.” His gaze slid across my trembling naked body. “Every fiber of you screams and begs for me to make you my slave. That’s what you want baby, isn’t it? To be a slave to a Sheikh? So now you’re my slave, Daniella, for as long as I say.
“No matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing, if I command it, you will spread those beautiful thighs of yours and you will fuck me. I don’t care if you’ve had a shit day and you’re tired, if I command you to drop to your knees and suck me dry you will do it. I don’t care if you’re asleep and I return from a business trip at three in the morning, if I just whisper in your ear, you will roll over and offer me your pussy until your cunt is filled to the brim with my cum. No matter how sore that gorgeous ass of yours is, if I want to fuck it, you will give it to me. Your body, every single inch of it belongs to me, and only me, at all times, and whenever I say.
“You are my slave, Daniella, my possession, my pleasure is your only concern, my satisfaction your only goal. “
His expression was unyielding, his gaze intense as it bore into me. “Are we clear?”
I was so stunned by his words all I could do was nod.
Crystal.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Say it,” he commanded.
I stared at him in confusion, until I finally realized what he wanted.
“Yes, we’re