Bonus Scene of Charming Handsome Sheikh

Elena

“How much… longer?” I gasped, scrunching the sheets with my fingers. My knees buckled at the new sensation of being touched and—oh.

Zayed’s fingers moved inside me, teasing and twisting them as various sensations of being invaded at such a part of my body. “Shh, my little witch,” he crooned, his hot breath on my neck making me shiver. His other hand soothed the burn of his spanking on my cheeks from moments ago when he was driving inside me, shooting his load in my pussy, which I felt sliding down my inner thigh.

“You’re doing so well, my Sheikha,” he praised me, more cold lube coated over my puckered hole. “Take a deep breath.”

I did, biting my lip and gasping when he spanked me at the same time I felt the cold press of something bulbous and held my breath. Zayed hushed my whimpers, ordering me to take another deep breath and relax when he slowly pushed the small toy inside me. Perspiration formed on my brows, but I bit my lip and held it out, trembling and groaning when the widest part stretched me before settling inside me with heavy fullness.

“Fuck,” Zayed whispered, stretching my cheeks as the plug slid deeper, making me moan. “Look at you, wearing a gem for me.”

I looked over my shoulder and shivered at the piercing look on my husband’s face. His whiskey-colored eyes met mine, his hands gliding over my back and legs before stepping back. His eyes lowered to my ass, and I knew he was staring at it. The plug that felt heavy and scary and arousing at the same time.

My cheeks burned as I looked away and gathered myself. It was his idea of trying something different in the bedroom, and I was weak enough to fall into his charms and say yes to it.

“Stand up, Elena.”

Swaddling the lump in my throat, I straightened up, clenching my core as I felt the pressure and wetness forming in my pussy. I turned around, catching my sight in the mirror’s reflection.

My blond hair was mussed up from staying half a day in the bed with my husband, who had a stamina of a horse and didn’t give up on making me cum with his fingers, mouth and cock. I had hickies all over my body, from my collarbone to my heavy breasts, my stomach, inner thighs and I ached everywhere from delicious soreness that came with heavy night—or in our case, a heavy day’s exercise of tumbling in the bed.

“How does it feel?” His arms wrapped around my waist, his chin propping against my shoulder as he stared at our reflection in the mirror.

Leaning back into his warmth, I inhaled his musky, clean scent and tightened my hands on his forearms. “It feels weird. Invading, somehow.” My words wavered when his hand cupped my breast, slowly playing with my tightening nipple and other lowered between my legs. “I… I feel full even though—Zayed, I don’t know if I can do it.”

He raised his brow, stopping his hand just above my clitoris, tormenting me. “Of course, you can wear it to the dinner, Elena. It’s just a plug and your handsome, sweet husband will be with you whenever you feel uncomfortable.”

I rolled my eyes at his words and faced him. “Do I get to put a plug inside you as well?”

Zayed smirked, pushing the plug inside me as I tipped on my toes, pressing against him at the unique sensation. “Maybe one day if you behave, my little witch.”

My eyes widened. “Really?”

He tilted his head at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Why not? I’ve done all kinds of things, my love.” He kissed my forehead and said, “Keep your pussy bare for me, hm?”

I licked my lips, watching him walk towards the bathroom and admiring his perfect ass. “What if I don’t?”

Zayed looked over his shoulder, raking his eyes from my bare feet to my face. “Then I will have to punish you, my dirty witch.”

I held on to that promise and took a quick shower with him, biting my lip whenever I caught the sight of red ruby gem twinkling at the base of the plug. Of course, Zayed wouldn’t have normal sex toys like everyone. He had got a specific one made just for me with a real ruby gem. Apparently, he had a lot of contacts with a sex toy shop that shipped worldwide and sponsored their products. He was Zayed Al Fasih after all.

I wore the white gown on my own, asking Zayed to zip up the dress. He did, but not before checking if I was wearing anything underneath the dress or not. He was pleasantly surprised at my acquiesce and didn’t let us out of the room until he had made me cum in his mouth.

* * *

“Elena, I hope Sheikh Zayed is treating you well,” my mom smiled coldly at the man sitting beside me.

I stiffened, squeezing his hand underneath the low table. “My husband is treating me well, mother.” I smiled at him, peering at his sharp face when he winked at me. “Way better than I could ever imagine.”

“Of course, he is,” my father said with a grin. “I knew he would make her happy since the day I met him.”

I looked down at my plate and ate the delicious lamb steak. After making sure Imran was locked up in the island, me and Zayed had gone to meet my father. Even though mother had helped us with more guards, she didn’t approve of my relationship with Zayed because she thought I could do better. But my father, on the other hand, had been thrilled to see me with him. His treatment was working, and he had already given me the official title of Sheikha of Ali House.

Marrying Zayed also meant I was also the Sheikha of Azmia.

Others joined in, talking about the renovations, kids’ names for Khalid and Valeria’s soon-to-be-born baby along with Hayden and Zara’s. Even Nasrin was pregnant and Aya had been bugging us all to teach her everything so she could be the best elder sister to her sibling.

It was a beautiful sight to see them all laughing, joking and teasing Zayed. The grin on their faces, their happiness, meant a lot to me and I would cherish that sight forever.

The party had been moved to the library after desserts were served, and I had to squeeze Zayed’s hand. I couldn’t ignore the constant presence and tightening of the plug inside me. It reminded me where I was bent over in front of him, letting him finger me and use the plug.

“Anything wrong, my darling Elena?” Zayed teased, blinking innocently at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Ass. He knew exactly what was bothering me.

“Is something wrong?” Valeria asked with a concerned expression, looking at me and Zayed.

“I…” have a plug inside my ass and I can feel my arousal trailing down my inner thighs and I might throw Zayed over my shoulder and lock us both in a room for a few hours… or days.

“Elena is feeling a little under the weather,” Zayed said with a sweet smile, wrapping his arm around my waist. “I’ll take her to our room and play nurse with her.”

“Zayed.” I hissed at him when the other laughed, ignoring me completely when he dragged me out of the library, his steps quick as he locked us both in our room.

“You’re insatiable.” I breathed when he claimed my lips with his, groaning and cupping my face as I pressed closer to him, feeling his powerful muscles rippling underneath the thin cloth of thwab.

“So are you, my dirty witch.”

He dragged his hand from my hair to my back, lowering the zipper and planting hungry, wet kisses on my neck and collarbone, painting my skin with hickies and marking me.

I shivered when his hands touched my bare skin, the gown falling around my feet, his warm touch enticing me. After a few more kisses, he pushed me down on the massive bed, my back meeting the silken sheets. I bit my lip, watching him undress, spreading my legs and touching myself in front of him.

“Show me,” he whispered, his eyes dark and clouded with lust. “Show me the jewel lodged inside your little ass.”

Growing wetter at his deep, husky tone, I gingerly spread my legs wider until he stepped closer to the bed, inspecting me in such a lewd way, I had to bite back a moan.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he shook his head, trailing an index finger over the sensitive, slicked folds of my pussy. “Your pussy is soaking wet, my love. Do you like the plug that much, hm?”

A loud moan elicited from my lips when he pushed the jewel of the toy, the plug going deeper as I clenched my walls, getting more aroused.

“Please,” I said, looking at him through my half-lidded eyes and raising my arms over my head, just how he liked.

His pupils dilated as he crawled on the bed like a predator circling his prey and holding my thighs, he leaned down to French-kiss my pussy. I bit my lip to stifle my moans, but it was useless. His teeth, lips, fingers were everywhere. Biting, kissing, caressing every part of my body until I came apart on his mouth, his hands squeezing my breasts, fondling them. I opened my eyes when he cupped my cheek, kissing me.

“I love you, my lovely witch,” he whispered softly between the kisses. The weight of his hard body on me was a perfect fit.

“I love you too,” I smiled up at him, my first childhood love, first kiss, first heartbreak, first everything, and kissed him. “Now, can you please fuck me? I am so close to rolling you over and ride you, Zayed.”

He chuckled and kissed my forehead before pulling away, soft eyes darkening as they roved over my body, licking his lips. “As much as I’d love to see you struggle and fit me with this inside your ass,” I whimpered when he patted the jewel of the plug, “I want to pin you down and fuck you however I want.”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat, watching his thick cock twitch. I watched him settle between my legs, his tip leaking with glistening pre-cum. I wasn’t certain he would fit with…

“Look at me, Elena.”

I did, my eyes wide as I tried to close the distance between us by moving my hips. He groaned, pinching my nipple.

“Take a deep breath.”

Before I could take a full deep breath, Zayed held my hips and slowly slid his length inside me. I whimpered, my walls stretching to accommodate his girthy dick. His thumb was slowly rolling over my clitoris and I had a few seconds before I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned out his name at my release.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I am not even in yet,” Zayed grunted, my walls clamping him with my orgasm as I trembled on the bed, his hands caressing my sides.

“It feels… I feel full,” I stuttered, clenching him when he reared back and slammed in, fully settling inside me, making me see stars. “Oh…”

“Fuck.” I heard him whisper, hovering above me.

I groaned when he pulled back, thrusting inside me once again, caressing all the nerve endings inside me while playing with my clitoris and making sure I was clenching both him and the plug inside my ass. It was too much, the pressure on my lower abdomen releasing and tensing, filling me and my head with pleasure, making me hazy.

I clutched hiss arms, my moans and whimpers echoing in the room as Zayed fucked me with a toy inside my ass. I didn’t know when my orgasm started and when it ended. It was constant, leaving me breathless and shaking each time as I released and released and released.

“Oh, Zayed,” I groaned when he hit the sensitive g-spot again and again when he slammed inside me, holding me close and releasing with a sexy low groan that had my toe curling.

I welcomed his weight on top of me and none of us uttered a single word for a while. Too lost in the blissful world of pleasure and post-coital bliss as we basked in each other’s arms, sweaty and full of endorphins.

“Fuck Zayed,” I whispered when he pulled out. “I can’t move.”

He smiled at me, tucking my hair behind my ear and kissing my forehead. “It’s okay, Elena, you have me.”

I sighed and closed my eyes, wincing at the soreness down there.

“What is it?” He was back on the bed, checking my body as if I was injured. “Does it hurt?”

“Stop it.” I shied away from his touch and curled into a ball, peeking at him. “I am sore.”

Zayed frowned at me and eyed the centre between my legs with a smirk. “No need to be shy about it, love. I’ll draw you a bath and once you’re relaxed, we can remove the plug.”

I nodded, still hiding behind my hands when he pulled them away, dropping a clumsy kiss on my lips before walking to the bathroom and giving me an eyeful of his ass.

“When will I get to use it on you?” I asked him.

“Soon, my dirty witch, if you behave.”

I grinned and stretched on the bed, sighing at the muscle soreness. I couldn’t have found a better person to share the rest of my life with. Yes, he was very annoying, but I loved him anyway.

My Sheikh.

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