Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

Jamal fingered his clean-shaven mustache and regretted letting Roksolana get away from him. After all, he had gone through all the trouble because of her. How did she fail to see his handsome look? He wondered as he looked into the vanity resting on a table beside his bed, smiling.

She probably hadn’t noticed because she was busy trying to swallow the salty rice she had brought for him, Jamal thought smiling. He wondered if he had been too hard on her earlier, but he shook his head against it, reminding himself that he could have been crueler than that. His whole thought was already centered on her and he wondered if he would be able to get any sleep at all. Jamal’s body screamed at the feelings he was arousing in them.

Roksolana got back to the kitchen and hurriedly dropped the food into the waste bin, not wanting the kitchen head to see her. She told two maids to go and get the remaining food trays from the Sultan’s house but was surprised when they returned empty-handed. It turns out that the guards had turned them away from the house with the words that only Roksolana was permitted to get into the house without any restrictions.

She walked back to the house with the maids, not believing them. She was even more stunned when the guards let them in instantly when they saw her. Perhaps, it was because she was the Sultan’s kitchen maid, so he already gave them the order to let her in anytime she came because of his meals. Roksolana watched as the other maids each picked up a tray and she picked the last one. As they turned to leave, Jamal’s voice stopped them.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

Roksolana looked up, startled. She hadn’t expected to see the man again this night, yet, he stood by the stairways still shirtless. She watched as the two maids stared at the Sultan’s shirtless chest mesmerized and rolled her eyes.

“What are you two looking at?” Jamal shouted at the two maids, who fell out of their trance and bowed immediately.

Roksolana looked at Jamal and saw him looking at her blatantly. She tried to look away, but couldn’t bring herself to. She saw that he had shaved his beards and mustaches away and acknowledged to herself that he looked younger without all the hair. His chest however was filled with dark hair and Roksolana barely saw the two nipples peeking out from their corners. Roksolana realized that she had been staring at his chest for a little too long and lifted her eyes. Jamal’s blue eyes stared back at her as if daring her to look away and she gulped.

Jamal stared at the woman standing by his dining table, looking as if his thoughts had compelled her to come to him. He felt aroused watching Roksolana looking at his gone beard. He got even more doubly aroused when her gaze fell on his chest and remained there. He felt the tiny nipples rising along with the erratic heartbeats of his heart. When her eyes finally found their way back to his, he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

“The two of you, get lost,” Jamal commanded the maids without taking his eyes away from Roksolana.

Roksolana heard footsteps sounding somewhere in the room but didn’t look. A few seconds later, everywhere became silent. She watched as Jamal made his way down the stairs to where she was without taking his eyes away from her. She felt something like a butterfly flaunting in her stomach as he stood in front of her.

Suddenly feeling shy of him, she looked down. She realized the error of her judgment as his arousal made itself visible in the trouser he wore. Roksolana looked up, bewildered.

Jamal almost laughed at the way Roksolana’s eyes grew wide when she looked down, knowing that she must have seen his penis bulging out of his trouser. He watched as her eyes dilated and were even more aroused by the look. Knowing that he had made her feel aroused for him made him feel like a man.

Jamal moved closer to her and she moved back until she got stopped by the dining table just a few centimeters behind her. Jamal placed each of his hands on either side of her, trapping her in his arm.

“Why do you keep running from me, Dawn?” Jamal asked, his voice a low octave.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.