The Sheikh Wanted Her Pregnant

Emma willed herself not to glance back at him but it wasn’t easy. It was as if her whole body was being pulled towards his enigmatic presence and her eyes struggled to stay away from his.

It had been a week since she had come to Dubai looking for some peace and quiet. She had struggled to find time from her hectic life and was looking forward to the much needed break. The dark haired man, who she saw everywhere she went, was disturbing her peace of mind. She would have assumed that he was following her except he was always there before she arrived. After a few similar coincidences, Emma considered if she was unknowingly following him!

Emma, trying to shake the alluring man out of her mind, focused on her menu. Just as she began to relax, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Unable to resist, Emma whipped around. Staring back at her was the man. It was the first time their eyes had met since the first time she had seen him. It was at the airport when they both arrived. And although she had uncontrollably smiled at the golden skinned stranger, he had given her a look of indifference back. Emma had assumed that he had found her unappealing.

But here the two were again and this time his look wasn’t indifferent. It was one that said that he wanted her and that he was used to getting what he wanted.

Emma continued to peer back into the man’s eyes. They were mesmerizing like swirling melted chocolate and they shone with confidence and strength. Emma’s gaze broke from his eyes and examined his face. His nose was straight and strong and his jaw was square. Judging from his build, she guessed that he was in his mid-thirties, but she couldn’t be sure. However old he was, he was beautiful like the men they immortalized in marble. And staring at him her heart raced robbing her of her breath. 

Barely able to breathe, Emma stood up and as casually as she could, walked away from him toward the bar. Sure that she would hyperventilate, she continued past the tall stools to the bathroom. Entering, she couldn’t take her mind off the image of the man. He was tall with broad shoulders and the crisp white cotton shirt he wore contrasted beautifully with both his golden skin and casual blue jeans. With the door closed behind her, Emma headed immediately to the sink.

Staring at herself in the mirror, she examined the face of the person looking back. She could barely recognize herself. Her face glowed and shined. And as she remembered the dream she had had the previous night, her cheeks got even redder.

In the dream, a dark haired man like her stranger had broken into her room as she slept naked. Pretending to be asleep she observed as the man slid his thick finger down her neck to her chest, and lower to the apex of her thighs. Feeling his finger continue to the soft curls between her legs, she gasped wildly with burning desire.

The dream had felt so real that she could remember how much the trail of his touch burned for more. And when his fingers had slid into her slit, she was sure that she had actually felt her legs clamp shut. In the throes of passion, she was terrified that in his examination he would discover that she was still a virgin. She didn’t want him to think of her as a little girl. She wanted him to see her as a woman.

Prying her legs apart, her dream lover slid his finger out and pushed it back in. Emma moaned uncontrollable finally flinging her eyes open to find no one there. “You’re mine!” she had remembered hearing him say as she panted and her labial juices drained down her leg. Even as she clutched onto her throbbing pussy, she cried needing his powerful touch again.

Emma continued to stare into the mirror as she again clutched her pussy in excitement. Tightening her thighs she searched for ways to soothe her aching groin. No one had ever made her feel like this before. The feeling was unbearable and she would never have remained a virgin if this was what her lust had felt like. Against all rational thought, she needed him. And turning toward the bathroom door she decided that she would do what was necessary to have him.

As Emma threw the bathroom door open, she jumped back finding a man standing cross-armed in front of her. It was him. He had come looking for her. And now confronted by the reality of him, fear washed through her like a hot wave. Emma stumbled back into the room.

The steely eyed man approached menacingly as if stalking prey. Emma retreated like a scared white rabbit. Her heart beat rapaciously and her body tingled with excitement. Pinned against the wall she tilted her head back looking up into the man’s face. Her knees wobbled threatening to give way. And as his large hand engulfed her small waist, she shook like a rag doll in his strong grasp.

The man pulled Emma’s body against his own. Entranced by his face, she examined her body to figure out what was going on. Pressed against her stomach she found what had to be his hardened cock. It was bigger than she ever imaged a cock to be. At the thought, her breath hitched and blood rushed to her face. She felt lightheaded even as she yearned to explore his magnificent cock more.

In a daze, Emma stretched up toward his mouth. She wanted to be consumed by him and the only thing her innocent mind could think of was his mouth. Everything inside of her demanded to kiss the stranger, and sliding her body along his, she closed her eyes hoping he would lean down and meet her.

“No,” the man said in a voice that sounded airily familiar to the one in her dream.

Emma opened her eyes shocked by his reply. Quickly searching his face to see if she had displeased him, she was again swept away as his free hand pushed up her skirt and clutched her pussy.  Emma inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation.

Emma froze as electricity poured through her body. She was turning into putty in his arms, and as his finger wiggled into her slit, her body rocked back and forth in compliance. Almost disconnected from her body, she observed her moans as he worked his familiar finger into her.

‘How could I be doing this?’ she asked herself. ‘I’ve never met him before. I don’t even know his name.’  

“Aaah,” she moaned as she was again made a slave to his lusts.

With his jeans covered cock gently rubbing her stomach, she felt an explosion building within her. Wrapping her leg around his, she moaned louder. And as his hard cock violently throbbed against her stomach, an orgasm burst through her.

“Ohhh,” she yelled not caring who could hear. “Ahhhh,” she screamed unlike she had ever screamed before. “Yessss,” she moaned as her legs turned into jelly and she collapsed into his arms.

Holding onto her for only seconds more, the man removed his finger from her protruding pink petals. Rubbing her palm against her dripping flesh, he removed his hand and brought it within sight. Holding it between the two, Emma’s heart clenched as her juices were revealed to her.

Feeling immediately self-conscious, she wondered what he would do. His hand contained the unadulterated smell of her sex and her body tensed as she wondered how he would react to it. But when he closed his eyes and inhaled with delight, she relaxed becoming trapped by the gravitational force of his allure. There was now nothing she could do to escape.

“You are so tight, Emma,” he whispered slowly.

‘How does he know my name?’ she asked herself through pulses of panic. ‘Had we met in our dreams? Could my dream have been real?’

As much as Emma needed answers, she needed to be kissed more. Lifting up onto her toes she tried again. He again refused, instead just staring at her face with his lips parted in concentration.

“Please,” she quietly begged to no response.

The man peered silently into Emma’s wide eyes. To Emma, it felt like he was peering into her soul. He seemed lost in deep thought, so as much as Emma wanted to declare her unwavering devotion to him, she remained silent.

“Call me master,” he finally said in a commanding American accent.

Emma was taken aback by his request. It was then that she remembered that she was in a foreign land tens of thousands of miles from her own. It was then that she realized that this man, as alluring as he was, could be anyone. She could be in danger and she could never see any of her loved ones again.

Even with her increasing fear, she was unable to resist him. Before she could examine and stop it, her mouth opened and her reply came. “Yes, master,” she whispered.

She didn’t know why she had said it, but she had. It was as if she had already given herself to whatever fate he brought her. To Emma, it felt like her will already belonged to him.

“Your name is Emma, correct?” the man asked as if there was still a question about it.

Emma still wanted to know how he knew her name but was too scare to ask. “Yes, master,” she purred.

“I will pick you up at your hotel room at 8am tomorrow. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master,” she cooed ignoring all of the things which would have plumed like red flags any other time.

“Now, my little virgin, do you give yourself to me?”

She stayed silent, unable to process anymore. 

“Answer me!” he barked jolting her back to his command.

“Yes, master,” she breathed finally.

As the man released her and walked away, a delicious combination of fear and excitement coursed through her body. The room seemed to rock back and forth and she felt as if she had entered a dream. “Yes master,” she whispered to herself to taste the words as they danced across her lips.

Emma turned to the mirror to see how she looked as she said the words. “Yes, master,” she repeated watching her lips as they took shape.

Allowing her eyes to drift upwards, she became transfixed by her image. She looked like a wreck. Returning from her waking dream, she brushed back her hair. Next examining her blouse, she shifted it and her skirt so that everything was aligned.

Staring in the mirror, she wondered if she would be waiting for him at eight o’clock the next morning. She couldn’t imagine anything crazier. But yet, even in the shadow of her unexplainable lust, something told her she would. There was something in her core that didn’t want to, but the desire that raged through her told her that she must.

Emma again searched for herself in the image in the mirror. She wasn’t there.

Emma wasn’t sure when she had decided definitively, but by morning she knew that she would go with him. Waking early, she had only one thing on her mind, to look her best for her master. She didn’t know where he was taking her but it was early morning so she wore something casual.

Emma routinely showered and shaved her legs, all the while navigating her body which sporadically twitched in excitement. Slipping on a flowing, short blue skirt and a white blouse, her anticipation became too much for her. She couldn’t sit still. So, although it wasn’t what he had said, she decided to go to the hotel lobby and wait for him there.

As Emma opened her bedroom she yelped with surprise. There he was dressed in faded blue jeans and a white shirt. He looked like a model from a magazine.

“Hello Emma,” he said, his eyes trailing lazily from the top of her head to her silver ballet flats. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she said softly before widening her eyes in remembrance.

Without hesitation the man grabbed Emma and pushed her against the wall. His breath poured warmth against her face as he held her, almost panting.

“Master!” Emma quickly added, her body filling with the type of fear that made her pussy engorge.

She had no idea why he had this insane effect on her. There was just something about him that beckoned to her and made her want to obey him. His presence made her forget everything about who she was and turned her into someone timid and desperate.

“I will only remind you once. Next time you forget, you will be punished.”

“Punished?” Emma whispered, her legs shaking and her pussy tingling with pulsating arousal. ‘When provoked, he is even sexier than usual,’ she noted.

His hand trailed up her back towards her neck and he wrapped his fingers tightly around her nape. “Yes Emma, punished. I don’t like to be disobeyed. The next time you displease me, you will be punished until you can no longer sit down. Do you understand?”

‘Does he mean whipped? Or spanked? Is that what he’s going to do to me?’ she wondered as her skin became warm.

“Are you scared of me, Emma?” he whispered, his hand tightening around her nape.

Yes! She wanted to scream but was scared of giving the wrong answer and getting punished. She was terrified of him. His huge, dominating body was emanating masculinity and she wanted to feel it covering her body.

“No Master,” she replied softly.

He smiled for the first time flashing his teeth. They were white and perfect. “You should be!” he hissed before his parted lips touched hers.

Emma moaned, her hands clutching his shirt in a desperate bid to control her wild reaction. Her body was suddenly burning with need and her panties were soaked. His lips moved over hers, tasting the contours and leaving behind his unmistakable scent. She moved her lips against his and her fearless reaction aroused him. He grunted loudly and crushed his lower body against hers. His hardened cock pushed into her stomach and he ground his hips in circles.

Emma groaned as he slid his tongue into her mouth. He explored her mouth and their tongues tangled wildly. Suddenly pulling his mouth away, Emma moaned at the loss.

“Not now,” he said as he saw her pleading expression. “You are so responsive, Emma. Keep that up and I’ll have a gift for you; something you will cherish all your life.”

Emma allowed a hint of a smile before she remembered that she still knew nothing about him. Her cheeks burned at the realization that she had let him finger her and make out with her without even asking his name. She knew she was never this desperate for a fuck. She had always been the chaste and controlled one.

“May I ask a question, Master?”

He smiled. “You may.”

“What’s your name?” she asked timidly.

He smiled rubbing his knuckle along her jaw. “Nadeem,” he replied with a tender expression on his face.

“You’re not American?” she asked, shocked. She had been so sure he was American because his accent was perfect.

“No Emma. I’m an Arab. Dubai is my home.”

“Oh,” she breathed and her mind was suddenly in turmoil. She had been taught not to trust anybody while she was travelling.

“Does that scare you?” he asked amused.

It did, but she was too concerned about her punishment to admit it. “No, Master.”

“Good,” he said examining her face for the truth. “And if you are lucky enough to get my gift, I will see to it that you will have nothing to fear for the rest of your life!”

His tone was resolute. He meant what he said though Emma wasn’t sure how he could. And instead of thinking about it, she glued her eyes on the magnificence of his face. His jaw was clenched and he looked invincible. She wished he would kiss her again but he led her by the hand out the door and down to the lobby. A Lamborghini waited in front of the hotel for them and her eyes widened in alarm.

Getting in, her mind flooded with questions, though she was sure that Nadeem wouldn’t welcome them. Speeding away in the gorgeously luxurious car, she peeked sideways to gaze at his profile. He was as imposing as usual and she wanted to run her hand along his cheek to soften his expression.

Emma’s heart ached as she took the opportunity to examine Nadeem’s built body. The way he gripped the rumbling monster beneath them made her clench her thighs together for relief. She could feel her throbbing pussy leaking juices. She knew her panties were soaked and she prayed that it didn’t destroy the seat’s leather.

Emma willed her eyes to look away from him and instead focused on the road. They had been speeding along the highway but had now gotten off it. The hustle of the city was left behind and approaching was a gate.

As the gate opened, a private road appeared. Picking up speed, the trees lining the road whipped by.  Cutting through the curves the road straightened out and her eyes fell upon a gigantic mansion in the distance. It was then that she realized that he was planning for them to be alone.

She hadn’t planned to be alone with him. She was sure that alone she wouldn’t be able to resist him. The remnants of her reasonable side wanted her to speak up asking him to take her somewhere public, but her throbbing body willed her to keep her mouth shut.

Nadeem parked right in front of the main entrance and a group of well dressed people rushed toward the car. One man opened her door while another opened Nadeem’s. A woman in a head scarf came forward and handed Emma a glass of sparkling, champagne colored liquid. Emma took it and looked around.

Scanning the grounds, Emma’s mind was paralyzed at the level of opulence. The mansion she had seen from the distance was more like a palace. Feeling his touch, her eyes darted to Nadeem’s as he took her hand and led her up the steps.

“Where are we?” she asked, her voice trembling in trepidation.

Nadeem turned to face her while positioning himself in the center of an army of uniformed men. They entered the palace without him saying a word.

Emma looked ahead to find two curving staircases dominating the space. He casually walked her up one of them. Ascending, Emma stared at the domed ceiling illuminated by the light of the high windows in the second floor hallway. She was mesmerized by the beauty of it.

Standing on the second floor’s landing, Emma looked around. The glistening marble and gold was astounding.

Nadeem led her toward one of the massive suites as his guards peeled away. Inside Emma’s eyes were drawn to the oversized four poster bed that occupied only a fraction of the room. The gold and navy interior hinted to wealth at a level she had never before imagined.

“What is this place?” she finally asked.

“This is my home, Emma.”

“You… you live here?” she asked, her eyes wide. “Who are you?” She blurted loudly.

Nadeem bent his head as if deep in thought, “I’m Sheikh Nadeem. I am the crown prince.”

Emma froze at his words unable to catch her breath. ‘Yes, of course,’ she thought as all the pieces came together in her mind. ‘This is why he is so intimidating. He is a prince!’

Emma didn’t know much about Saudi royalty but a prince was a prince no matter where he was. And judging from his “home”, his level of wealth had to be more than she could imagine.

“What are you thinking about, Emma?” he asked, his tone almost condescending.

“Why me? Why did you bring me here?”

He smiled and got off the high-backed chair he had sat on while she had circled the room. Walking over to her he took her face in his palms and tilted her head up to look into her eyes.

“You are here because you are special. I chose you. And now that all the introductions and small-talk is out of the way, call me Master.”

Emma gasped at his sudden change. She knew that their game had begun again and the suddenness made her knees shake in fearful anticipation. She knew that he wanted to fuck her and as much as she wanted to be his sexually experienced lover, she knew she wasn’t. She was a virgin and she was terrified of disappointing him.

With her heart racing from fear and lust, another part of her fought for recognition. Her ‘good girl’ voice cried out in agony that she was giving her virginity to a man she had just met. Emma wanted to be a good girl. She had been for so long, but his strong touch, his powerful allure won.

‘Special,’ she thought. She had never been called that. Desire bubbled up from deep inside of her.

“I want to please you, Master,” she said reverently.

Nadeem smiled and pulled Emma closer. He mesmerized her. It was as if she was under a spell. She didn’t even feel like herself. The real Emma wouldn’t be in a palace with the Saudi Crown Prince calling him Master.

“I will taste every inch of your little virgin body and then I will fuck you,” he whispered like light feather strokes on her neck. “I will slide into you and I will fill you like a glove. You will feel every movement of my cock, and your loins will throb with mine.”

Lost in his vision, Emma panted, gasping for air. She filled her lungs and turned sideways offering him her mouth. He nudged her face away with his cheek and nibbled her jaw. The wet, warm feeling of his lips made her clutch him tighter, her knees shaking.