***
Safiya was hot, wet and confused. Her uncle had done things to her no other man had done, but she wasn’t satisfied. Instead she was aching.
She wanted to please her father and Mohammed, but she also wanted the taste of something forbidden her uncle had shown her. She twisted a nipple with her thumb and forefinger and arched her back. The juices on her cunt made her slippery and she tasted the salty dew. When she finally came loudly, fingering herself, her uncle was outside the room smiling.
***
When Mohammed returned to Arabia, he had been frantic to discover the ship that Katharine had sailed on and to bring her home quickly and safely. But days ticked by slowly and nothing turned up. Captains sailing into ports were courteous and amiable, willing to help him in any way. However, none knew of her, and she had sailed with none of them.
He questioned Abdullah again in regard to his conversation with Jean Baptiste. He went over in detail their conversation and Abdullah never changed the details. Jean Baptiste had sold her to another man, and the ship had been bound for Arabia. He knew nothing more than that.
Had Abdullah been sure the man was telling the truth? After all, he was a mercenary. Abdullah replied that he believed the man to be telling the truth.
Mohammed grew more agitated as the days turned into a week and still she had disappeared into thin air. He wondered if Abdullah had indeed received the whole story from the savage, but he shook his head. Abdullah was his trusted advisor and had no reason to deceive him.
Abdullah had even gone out of his way to comfort him and had brought a neighboring sheik to sup with him to divert his mind from the unfortunate circumstances surrounding Katharine. These things preyed on Mohammed’s mind, and Abdullah was looking out for him.
The neighboring sheik brought with him his brother and his daughter. In the gardens one night, the sheik saw the 16-year-old daughter walking there alone. She was a sweet, simple girl who spoke shyly, and her eyes dipped down in deference to him.
She was a sweet child. He had invited her to dinner as well as her uncle and father.
Afterwards, the girl had asked if the sheik if he would like a neck message to relieve his tension.
He had been touched and smiled at the young girl. He nodded.
Since he had returned to Arabia, he had not taken any of the harem girls to bed. He was wholly and completely entranced with Katharine and could bed no other woman. He had made mention of his feelings to Bashasha, who spun a tale to the harem women that the sheik ha
d returned ill and could not bed with anyone.
It was a momentary lie that would pacify the women for a time.
When the young girl offered to massage him, he was touched. She was a young child who would marry soon. He must see about finding her a good match.
Her small hands kneaded into his neck and he closed his eyes.
“Your hands are heaven, Safiya,” he said.
“Thank you, sire,” she replied. Her voice was soft and melodious.
“Your uncle and father treat you well?” he asked her. The two men had retired to another room to smoke the Sheesha.
“Yes. They are loving and caring.”
“I am glad.”
“You have many troubles, sire?”
“Yes,” he sighed heavily.
“I am truly sorry,” she whispered into his ear.
The room was silent and her little hands eased his flesh.
“Would you like me to dance for you?” she asked shyly. “I dance at home.”
He smiled kindly. She was a young girl and would make a man proud to have her as his wife. But his thoughts were consumed with his lost Katharine and their unborn child. However, he didn’t want to hurt the young girl’s feelings, so he nodded.
“Please do,” he said.