House of Pleasure, Deborah Court [great books of all time TXT] 📗

pressure and where to caress her so softly she trembled with desire, always wanting more.

Jane spread her arms and let them float on the surface of the water. She laid her head back with closed eyes, and her wet hair was soon covered with oriental flowers. Their luscious scent seemed to emanate pure desire now, and they made her feel like a goddess, cherished more than a precious gem.

Aamir laughed sensually, clearly enjoying himself. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured. Then he hooked his fingers upwards, giving pressure to just the right spot, a small pillow of flesh inside her depths. Jane arched her back and moaned with pleasure.

"I think you like this even more," he said. Then he lowered his mouth down to her breasts and kissed one of her already-tight nipples with his full, sensual lips. He tugged lightly on her with his teeth before she felt a soft, flexible tongue playing with her, circling and licking her, then sucking in turns.

She covered her lips with one hand and bit into her soft palm so no one would hear her outcry of pleasure. How was it possible that this slave could awaken such unknown feelings inside her? He was not a real man, capable of doing such things to her. Did the Sultan really allow him to ...

She never finished her thought because at this very moment, Aamir increased the pressure of his fingers on her willing flesh while his thumb circled her faster, his soft lips and teeth working her nipple. It was too much to endure.

Her orgasm was so pure, so exquisite that tears of joy ran down her face. It began softly and grew rapidly until she reached a crescendo that made her forget all except his hands upon her, inside her, playing her like an instrument. His manly scent, familiar and yet so new; his lips so incredibly soft; and his tongue! Oh God, his tongue! It was skilled and smooth, and he knew so well how to move it. She wondered if he could use it on ...

The world turned crystal clear and exploded in a flash of light while she was drawn over the edge by sheer ecstasy.

Afterwards, she drifted on the water's surface, unable to move. Aamir laughed once again before he took her into his strong arms and carried her out of the water. He lay her down on a large ottoman beside the pool, drying her wet body and hair with scented towels.

"You will be the Sultan's favorite once I have instructed you, My Lady," Aamir said. He left the room shortly, then returned with several jars of liquids. "I know this will cause you some pain, but I will remove all your body hair now," he told her before ordering her to spread her legs once again. Then he poured a very warm, almost hot scented wax over her nether parts and pressed a long strip of silk onto it. She moaned when the thick, hot liquid streamed down her womanhood, the slight pain so exquisite that it revived her senses, making her wet and longing for his touch again. After a few moments, he commanded her to breathe deeply. In one instant, he ripped off the cloth, taking every small hair with it.

Jane screamed when the sharp pain hit her, but it was so short-lived that it was bearable. Aamir looked down at her, smiling. "Naked as a babe," he said with a contented look on his face, while he poured some warm oil over her tormented womanhood. It felt heavenly and eased the pain at once. He also poured the oil over her upper body. It ran down over her breasts, her arms, belly, and down her thighs. Its smell was even more exotic, like night flowers mingled with honey, but there was another, deeper scent mixed in, earthy and sensual.

He sensed her curiosity and smiled. "This oil is called the Balm of Love, My Lady," he explained. "It is made to awaken the senses and prolong pleasure in both men and women." Jane could only shiver. Her skin tingled and felt hot in all the places that had been touched by the oil.

"Let's make your skin soft and smooth all over now. I will rub the oil all over your body until you glow and shine like a gemstone," Aamir said, smiling at her seductively. His sensual lips parted and showed his perfect white teeth. Jane let her gaze wander down his sculpted shoulders, chest and flat stomach, right down to his ...

She gasped with shock. Aamir’s silken trousers, still moist from the bath, revealed something very surprising to her - it was undeniably a bulge, clearly recognizable as a manhood in a state of full arousal.

"But ... that's not possible!" she whispered breathlessly. "You ... you are not a eunuch!"

Aamir threw back his head and roared with laughter before opening his belt. It fell to the floor in an instant, as did his trousers. His cock sprang from its silken prison, standing proud upright, so erect that it nearly touched his tight belly. He was larger than any man she had laid eyes upon before. His beautifully veined manhood was as hard as the marble columns that surrounded them, the thick, velvety head throbbing with desire. She couldn't help but stare at his seductive body, mesmerized. He was sheer male perfection.

"Indeed I am not, Lady Jane," he said with a roguish grin, locking his eyes with hers. For the first time, she looked into them properly and saw that they were not brown as she had expected, but a dark emerald green. Then he bowed before her, the gesture slightly mocking.

"I am Sultan Aamir. And I am most pleased to make your acquaintance." With that, he grabbed her around the waist, pulled her up against his rock-hard body, and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

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Chapter Nine

When she kissed him, she finally recognized who he was, knowing the