Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

Jamal took off his upper part clothing, like an inexperienced child. He lifted Roksolana a bit and took away her dress too, including her underwear. He watched as she toyed with her necklace and prayed she wouldn’t ask him to stop now. He relaxed when he kissed her on the lips and she reciprocated. He took her hands in his, intertwined them together before placing them above her head. Roksolana moaned into his mouth. Sensing her needs, he moved his chest against hers while still kissing her softly. He felt Roksolana convulsing against him and smiled.

Standing up, Jamal did away with his trousers and poised his dick against the center of her vagina. He knew that this was his chance to erase his wrongs and he didn’t want to mess it up. Guiding his penis with his hand, Jamal pushed it into her at once. Her loud moan greeted his ears and he was happy he hadn’t done it wrong again. Jamal stilled himself and allowed her to get used to his invasion of her body. Roksolana felt her desires soared up again. She felt like she wanted more from the man who was doing nothing but just staring at her.

“Dawn, just let me know if I’m hurting you,” Jamal told her.

The response he got was a moan from her. Taking that as a positive sign, Jamal moved slowly at first, trying not to hurt her. Roksolana moaned loudly each time he moved a bit faster, so he increased the pace. He cupped her breast and sucked as he moved even faster in her. He moved his mouth from the nipple to the breast and kissed before returning his attention to the nipple again. Roksolana grabbed the headboard of the bed and moaned. The wetness of his mouth made her feel like she wouldn’t survive, so she closed her eyes.

“More.” She told him.

Jamal raised his head and saw Roksolana closing her eyes tightly.

“Don’t close your eyes, Dawn. I want to see you,” Jamal told her softly.

Roksolana opened her eyes immediately. As her eyes met with that of Jamal’s, she felt a fluttering in her stomach. As he jerked into her that moment, she convulsed against him. Holding his buttocks, Roksolana pushed him deeper into her and Jamal lost control. He felt himself spilling his seed into her while jerking uncontrollably. When he felt calm, he moved himself from her and rolled over to the other side of the bed. He tapped Roksolana on her arm.

“Come here.” He told her.

Roksolana moved into his arm immediately and rested her head on his chest. Jamal covered them both with a cloth cover.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked her.

“No.” She answered him.

Jamal wrapped his arm around her tightly. They stayed that way for more than fifteen minutes. Roksolana began to play with the hair on his chest for a minute and felt him stiffen under her touch.

“Unless you don’t mind having another round of sex, I would advise you to stop doing that,” Jamal warned her. He nearly laughed at the way she took her hands away so quickly.

They were silent for another minute and Roksolana decided to break the silence.

“You said that the clothes belonged to your mother, right? But how come they don’t look like our clothing?” She asked him.

“Oh. My mum is not from here. She’s an American,” Jamal answered.

American? His mother was from America? How had she ended up with his father? Roksolana thought. As if Jamal could hear her thoughts, he answered.

“She was a trader. She suffered a shipwreck and the waves brought her here along with some of her people. Dad saved them.”

“What happened after that?” Roksolana asked, curious.

“Well, dad fell in love with her and refused to let her go. She had a good fight with dad then over it, insisting that she wanted to go back to the sea. She refused to wear our dresses. She refused to worship our way.” He said chuckling.

“Then?”

“Well, they both had to compromise because of love. Dad allowed her to go trading on the sea once every six months, and he went with her. Mum in turn started wearing our attire and hijabs whenever she was going outside the house. As soon as she was back in though, she changed back to her English wears.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“She must have taught you their way of life seeing that you keep calling mum and dad, rather than Abbu and hummu as is our culture.”

“Yes.” He confirmed.

“Didn’t your father mind?” Roksolana asked him.

“No. The man said nothing mum did ever surprise him anymore, seeing she was the first female trader he ever met. Besides, he loved her so much, he let her do whatever she wanted,” Jamal explained to her.

“I take it you are an only child?” Roksolana asked her.

“No. I had a brother but he died in a fire accident with my mum. I would have died too if Sodeeq’s father hadn’t saved me,” Jamal answered, sounding sad.

Roksolana moved closer to him as a way of comfort.

“After her death, dad became a shadow of himself. It was either he sat down by the flower bed or he lay down on her bed all day long. He died two years after her death. It made me promise myself never to fall in love with any woman.”

“I’m sorry about what happened,” Roksolana said.

He stared into her eyes and saw compassion and sadness in them. Jamal thought she might understand him if he told her the one thing he had never told anyone.

“I was only ten years old when I took over my father’s role as the sultan. Nobody accepted my words as an order. I learned quickly that the only way to gain respect was by being cruel.” He told her.

Roksolana snuggled closer to him and he was grateful for her understanding. He knew that they still needed to talk about her safety too, so he breached it to her.

“Make Asleem my personal bodyguard,” Roksolana told him.

He was afraid of making Asleem her bodyguard. He was scared that Asleem would run away with his woman if he let him close to her. After all, they were from the same sultanate and they had been betrothed to each other before. But, if that was who Roksolana wanted, then let it be so.