Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

As she opened her mouth to reply to him, Jamal kissed her lightly on the lips. He felt a little resistance from her and smiledText © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise. I won’t do anything you don’t like.” He told her, still kissing her lightly amidst the words.

It should be good since he had promised not to go beyond what she wanted, Roksolana thought. She was tired of fighting with her body every time she was near the man. For once, she wanted to know what she was feeling. She wanted to be able to define exactly what she was always feeling for the man. She wanted to know why she was always having the feeling only when she was with the Sultan. As Jamal kissed her lips again, she opened up to him.

Jamal relaxed instantly when Roksolana’s mouth opened up for him. He had been so worried that she might still turn him down despite the arousal he was sure she felt for him.

He took her mouth in his and took turns to suck on each lip. Releasing his hands from the table, he held her small back drawing her closer to himself. Jamal let go of her lips and trailed his lips on her neck, sucking on a spot softly. The action got a moan out of Roksolana and he swirled his tongues around the spot he had been sucking. Jamal moved his tongue down to her chest but was disturbed by her hijab. He took off the hijab and her hair fell in massive arrays.

Roksolana moaned for what she felt were the millioned time. She watched as Jamal threaded his hands through her hair before kissing her swollen lips. She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him back, savoring the taste of his lips. Her underwear was soaked wet and she felt like the kissing weren’t enough to satisfy her anymore. Taking her lips away, she told him what she was feeling.

“I want more.” She told Jamal.

Jamal did not need any more encouragement than the words Roksolana had just spoken. He undid the buttons of her gown and watched as the dress slipped down her body to the floor, leaving her only in her undergarments. He laid her down on the table as carefully as he could and waited to see if she would change her mind.

When she didn’t say anything, Jamal loosened the ropes holding the undergarments together revealing her breasts. Unable to hold on anymore, Jamal rested his chest on hers and moaned at the contact. He felt Roksolana wrapping her arms around his back and kissed her. He removed his trouser and positioned his penis at her core, noting that the only obstacle stopping him from penetrating her was her underwear. He began to move, making sure their chest collided.

Roksolana’s body grew wilder than it already was as she felt something hitting her under, right where she needed it the most. She moaned loudly, not caring who heard her voice. She moved her hands resting behind him up and down his back and that seemed to make him go faster.

Roksolana felt something building up in her and she writhed under Jamal, desperate for a release. A loud moan escaped from her mouth before she could stop it. And then, she felt something busted in her as she began to convulse against Jamal.

Jamal felt Roksolana convulsing under him and longed for a release too. He gave a long thrust against her and gave in to the feeling that came over him, moaning loudly as he felt himself released too. Not willing to let go of her just yet, Jamal remained the way he was. He felt happy when he noticed that Roksolana didn’t attempt to push him away either. He kissed her forehead lightly, then kissed her lips too before raising his head to stare at her. Her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her face.

Perhaps I should have disvirgined her. Jamal thought to himself.

“Blue looks beautiful on you,” Jamal told her, playing with her hair.

Roksolana opened her eyes and looked at Jamal. The man was smiling at her. She felt so relaxed and at peace with herself and him, so she returned his smile. She kept wondering if this was what she had been missing all the while she had avoided him. Roksolana removed her right hand from his back and placed it on his jaw, fingering the spot.

“You shaved.” She told him.

“Yes. But if you don’t like it, I won’t cut it again when it grows,” Jamal told her.

Roksolana lifted herself and kissed his jaw.

“I like it.” She told him.

Jamal looked at the woman in his arms and thought how wonderful it would be to always wake up to her like this every day. Now would be a better time to talk about making her his mistress once again. As he opened his mouth to talk, a knock sounded on the door loudly. Roksolana tried to scramble out of his arms but he held her still.