CHAPTER TWENTY - WINNER'S DESIRE

Morocco
Hotel Le Berber Palace
May 17, 2005

The Secret of a true Orgasm…

“You Cheated!” Angelina laughed, dodging Brad’s grasping arms.

“I won.” Brad answered. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, he’d finally found a woman who honestly enjoyed competing and wasn’t afraid to loose. Though she won more often then one would have thought and not because he’d let her, but because she was good.

“You cheated!” Angelina handed him her racket. Reaching down she grabbed her sports bag and his. Shelving hers on her shoulder, she waited while he stored their borrowed rackets in the equipment caddy.

“I won. You can’t cheat at tennis, when there’s no one to call score.” Brad laughed. Storing the rackets he grabbed his bag from her and took hers from her shoulder. Carrying both bags on his shoulder, he reached for her hand.

Taking his hand, she let him lead her through the court area. She didn’t bother to ask him where they were going. She learned to trust him and so far his surprises had been wonderful. He’d surprised her by taken her scuba diving. She’d been unaware that he scuba dived. He’d taken her on an elephant ride, to visit the royal palaces and to a few open air bazaars. She looked forward to his surprises. For once in her life, she didn’t mind allowing someone else to take control. “Okay fine. You won…no cheating.”

“Thank you for conceding. I thought we were going to be at this all day. Your mother is so right. You are stubborn little thing.” Brad bumped playfully into Angelina, throwing her steps off. He continued walking, dodging her attemps at reciprocation until they’d moved through the courts, past the outdoor bar and out into the back parking area. He led her to an empty parking space and stopped.

After waiting a moment in silence, Angelina felt compelled to make a comment. “I think we’ve been here before. Now maybe not this particular parking space, but yep…I’m almost certain that we’ve seen this lot before.”


Brad shook his head. Drop the bags and without warning smacked Angelina on the behind lightly. “Nobody likes a smart ass.”

“Oh…ouch!” Angelina rubbed her abused bottom. Licking her tongue out, she responded in true Angelina style. “Well I don’t know about that Bradley. You were amazed at how smart my ass was last night while you were drawing circles with your tongue on…”

“Whoa! Our ride’s here honey.” Brad stopped Angelina, watching as the black SUV he’d ordered pulled up. Opening the door, Brad helped Angelina into the truck. Tossing their bags into the truck, he followed suit.

“Monsieur Pitt!” One of the hotel’s staff members rushed towards the SUV carrying a large overnight bag. “Here you are sir. Everything is as you requested…ready and waiting.”

“Thank you Sharahn, I appreciate it. Please tell Monsieur Aswhari I said thank you.” Brad took the bag and fished out a large tip for the attendant.

“Thank you Monsieur Pitt and I will definitely let the manager know how much you appreciate his help. We are most happy to be of service. Have a good afternoon…you too Mademoiselle Jolie.” He waved as the truck moved out of the parking lot. He looked down at the tip in his hands. His eyes wide as he recognized the denomination of the bill…one hundred dollars. Monsieur Pitt had just given him one hundred dollars for helping him surprise Mademoiselle Jolie, and she was definitely in for a surprise.



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Angelina watched the city pass by the windows. She listened to Brad as he took a call. Judging by Brad’s side of the conversation, he was speaking to Alejandro. She glanced behind her at the large overnight bag. She wondered what was in it. Now she wondered where they were going. Brad was a master at keeping her guessing.

Half listening to Alejandro, Brad watched Angelina glance back at the bag, once and then twice. He knew the suspense was killing her. And he was enjoying it. Returning his attention back to Alejandro he finished his call.

Closing her eyes Angelina leaned back and enjoyed simply being with this man she loved more and more each day. His voice soothed her more than any other. His presence made her feel safe, his desire for her made her feel like as though she were the most beautiful woman in the world. So lost in thought she didn’t notice the direction they were traveling until the truck stopped on the tarmac of a private airstrip were a small private plane waited. Now she needed to know. “Brad, where are we going?”

Brad didn’t utter a single word, while he buckled her into one of the plane’s four seats. Finally kneeling down he smoothed her hair away from her face. “Winner’s Desire.”

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The Sahara Desert…

Angelina couldn’t believe that Brad had brought her to the middle of the Sahara desert. He refused to say anything other than ‘Winner’s Desire” He said nothing else and simply smiled at Angelina’s stunned expression when they finally arrived at large Berber desert village near the city of Ad Dakhla and were greeted by its leader, Sheik Hasim El Krim. A man Brad had obviously met before. Angelina noticed that the Sheik seemed to hold a great deal of respect and affection for Brad. They were introduced to the rest of his people and led to a large outdoor meal, which everyone enjoyed. Angelina had enjoyed meeting the villagers. She’d learned that they weren’t the usual Nomadic Berbers. She’d been told that due to an unresolved United Nations peace plan from the early nineties, they were only allowed to live in the desert four months out of the year. The other months they resided in different cities, depending on each family’s holdings. Angelina realized why Brad had befriended this group; they were an amazing people…strong, intelligent, giving and simply beautiful. Angelina made a mental note in her mind to research the treaty on her return home. But like Brad she wanted to keep these special people safe from the intrusion of the paparazzi and Hollywood.

Sighing as she slid deeper into the cooling bath, Angelina glanced around the large four room Berber style tent. She’d never seen such a tent. It was constructed of four rooms, varying in size. The living area, dinning area and sleeping section were the largest, leaving the smaller section for bathing and dressing. Berber and Afghan rugs covered the entire floor of the tent. She could see no sand. The ground actually seemed to be packed so that it served as a hard base for the furniture and the huge tub in which she soaked. Entering the tent, she’d caught a glimpse of the large ornate bed. It was circular and sat high on a pewter frame that rose above the bed itself in large carved posters, situated at both the head and the foot of the bed. Angelina had never seen anything like it. Everything inside the tent was simply pure decadence. No other words would apply.

Angelina had assumed that this was the Sheik’s tent, but Safreen had informed her that this tent belonged to the crowned prince of Morocco, Prince Mohammed VI. He used it on his visits to their village from time to time. Safreen had also told Angelina that the Prince himself had requested that Mr. Pitt be given the use of his tent for as long as he desired it. “Your man is very powerful. No one but Prince Mohammed uses this tent…ever. The Prince must respect and like Mr. Brad a great deal. Our leader does as well, he was very excited when Mr. Brad asked to come for a visit and bring someone special to meet us. You are very special to him. Mr. Brad has only brought one other person her…Mr. George. Other than that, he has always come alone.”

After a deep tissue Almond oil massage, Angelina had been led to an awaiting hot bath. She hadn’t seen Brad since the meal. The same young woman had let slip that Brad was enjoying much the same treatment in the Sheik’s tent. “Miss Angelina?”

Safreen’s soft voice broke into Angelina’s reverie. “Yes?”

Holding a large turquoise bath sheet, Safreen gestured at the tub. “Your bath water has gone cold. Please come. She watched Angelina stand and step from the tub. Safreen admired Angelina’s full breast and long legs but thought she was bit too thin. Safreen’s mother had told her that Westerner’s idea of beauty was different from their own. While Berber and Arabic men preferred women with lush curves and a bit more flesh on their bones, Westerners preferred thinner women. Safreen thought Angelina would have been a Berber’s choice as well. Her face was absolutely beautiful. Safreen couldn’t remember seeing a woman more magnificent. Mr. Brad was very lucky, and after getting a quick look at him in his bath, Safreen realized that Ms. Angelina was just as lucky. After their baths, the tribe’s men and women had been given strict instructions that the two were to be left alone. No one was to go near their tent. Safreen blushed at what she and the others guessed would be going on.

Angelina stepped into the towel, sitting on a chaise lounge, she allowed Safreen to dry her. She was completely unused to such treatment but couldn’t help being lulled by it. She lay on her stomach and allowed Safreen to massage more oil into her skin, before donning a deep blue and purple caftan. The feel of the cool material against her naked skin brought another sigh to her lips. “Thank you so much Safreen.”

”It was my honor to be selected to help you.” Leading Angelina to the large bedroom area Safreen gestured to the large bed that sat on an ornate pewter frame. Angelina didn’t bother to ask how such a heavy frame had been transported out here to the desert, she already knew. But at the moment she found Safreen much more interesting.

“Safreen sit with me for a moment.” Angelina patted the space next to her. When the young woman hesitated, Angelina added. “Please.” After the Safreen gave in and sat next to her, Angelina continued. “Tell me about yourself.”

“Well…I’m nineteen. I’ll be twenty on the fifteenth of next month.”

“Do you go to school?” Angelina asked. She watched Safreen’s face brighten.

“Oh yes! I’m lucky the women in this tribe are allowed to go to school and even attend University if they like. El Krim pays for our food and shelter while we are away. Some women are no so lucky, even in this day and age.” Safreen smiled. “But I have two more years to still before I can graduate and my father wants me to marry. My mother calls him all kinds of a fool. She wants me to finish school and then get married.”

“And what do you want?” Angelina watched Safreen’s expression as she answered.

Head down, Safreen’s voice dropped to a whisper. Angelina had to strain to hear her. “I want to go back to school. But I don’t want to hurt my father. He’s a good man and has already picked my future husband. If he pleads his case before Sheik El Krim, the Shiek will stand with my father. ”

“Have you tried talking to your father? Told him how you feel about school?” a thought crossed Angelina’s mind. “How do you feel about the young man he’s chosen for you? Do you love him?”

“He’s a good man. His family has large holdings and I will live comfortably.” Safreen answered quietly, her gaze downcast.

“Yes but do you love him?” Angelina asked again.

“I’ve known him all of my life. He and my brother are very good friends,” Safreen tried to describe Ahmed. “And very handsome.”

Angelina took the young woman’s hands in hers. “Yes but do you love him Safreen?”

Sighing heavily, Safreen answered. “No…but you Westerner’s don’t understand. It is not for us to decide who our future husband is. That is our father’s right. We are dutiful and respectful and believe that our father knows what is best for us. I don’t mind marrying Ahmed, I just want to finish University first.”

Angelina felt shame over her wasted education. She had all kinds of opportunities to educate herself and had never taken advantage and here Safreen was with very limited access to school and no choice as to who her husband would be. Angelina couldn’t imagine having to allow her father to choose her husband. “Is your father close to the Sheik?”

“Yes, he’s one of his advisors. When the tribe moves into the city during the later months, my father works very closely with Sheik El Krim and his brother. My father was the man sitting directly across from Mr. Brad.”


“Yes I remember him. He seems very nice.” Knowing the structure of the tribe, Angelina realized that Brad would have more success with both the Sheik and Safreen’s father, maybe he could help. She’d ask him what he thought before saying anything to Safreen, not wanting to get her hopes up.

Before Safreen could answer Brad walked into the tent. “Hello ladies,”

Safreen jumped to her feet bowing slightly in awe of tall handsome and very golden man, standing before her in a sheer white caftan embossed with gold thread. Her eyes downcast, she stared at his bare feet. He’d removed his sandals before entering the tent, observing the local custom. She noticed that her had very nice feet. “I’m so sorry Mr. Brad. I’ll get out of your way immediately.”

Catching Safreen as she stumbled slightly, “That’s okay…Safreen…right?” At her nod he continued. “You looked as though you two were having quite a conversation, he pointed to Angelina.

“Yes we were, but I have to go now. Have a nice rest.” Safreen left the two alone in the shaded tent.

Brad smiled. “I don’t think that I have ever cleared a room so quickly.”

“We were discussing education and arranged marriages. Safreen wants to finish school. She has two years left but her father wants her to marry his choice. She doesn’t mind the marriage, but she wants to finish school first.” Angelina recounted the whole conversation for Brad.

Shaking his head, “Angel, you can’t get involved. We are here as guests. Interfering in their cultural traditions can be seen as an insult.”

“I’m not saying that we should go in Angelina's say that their way is wrong. I just wonder if Safreen’s father and El Krim will listen to you. They obviously hold a great deal of respect for you. Perhaps if you mention casually that you overheard Safreen and I discussing Safreen’s wish to finish out the two years at University and then marry, they will hear you…you’re a man…a powerful one in their eyes. They will listen to you.” She could tell he was about to give in. “Please?”

Brad stared at her for a moment. “And when the next girl walks in here and starts…”

Angelina waved her hand, stopping him. “No…no, it’s not like that. Safreen just seemed so sweet and I’m the one that brought up education, not her. I promise, I won’t ask you to do this again.” She stood and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, she leaned into his warm body. He smelled so good. “Please?” she looked up at him, eyes pleading.

Brad couldn’t hold out any longer. “Alright…Just this once!” Kissing her quickly on the lips, he took her hand and led her too a small stool, that sat in the center of the bedroom

Teach U a Lesson - Robin Thicke

Angelina watched Brad pull a hairbrush and a large deep red scarf from the overnight bag, he’d brought. He dropped the scarf into her lap and began brushing her slightly damp hair.

“Mmmmm….that feels so good.” Her head tilted forward. “I can’t remember the last time someone brushed my hair.”

His strokes remained deep and long, he pulled the brush through her thick hair slowly and methodically. He watched her head fall forward. “Angel do you know what the word “Tantra” means?”

His voice was as soothing as the strokes. The combination of both seem to have a lulling affect 0n her. She answered easily and honestly. “Mmmm…yes. It means “woven together.” She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. “Are you trying to put me to sleep?”

“No sweetheart, far from it.” He pulled the brush down the side of her head. The hair was nearly dry. He knew she’d practiced yoga and other forms of meditation, but he had no idea how far she’d gone. “Do you know what the “right hand” and “left hand” are?”

Her mind began drifting. “Hmmm…they are the two paths of tantra yoga.”

“And/”

“The “right hand” is a more meditational or monogamous rite; while the “left hand” is used in groups.” Angelina's body began to slump slightly.

Brad watched her slump forward. “Angel, can you hear me.” When she nodded, he continued. “Have you every practiced either.”

“No, I’ve only read about them.” She sighed as he put the brush down and began massaging her scalp. Her eyes focused on the vibrant scarf.

His fingers began drawing deep circles over her scalp, moving from the nape to the hairline at her forehead and moving wide to her temples, circling lightly this time. “Did you know that I practiced for a while?” She shook her head. “And two years before Jennifer and I were married, I spent three and a half months in monastery studying and learning from the Tibetan Monks. While I was there I also learned other forms, Shaktiism and Shaivism.” Reaching for the scarf, he tied it snuggly around her eyes, speaking directly into her ear.

Engulfed by a sudden feeling of disorientation, Angelina pulled at the blindfold. “Brad!”

“Shhh…I’m right here.” Brad took hold of her hands and helped her stand. Moving her slowly to the bed, he spoke softly. “I want us to experience pure feeling…not so much the orgasm, but the intense feelings leading up to the orgasm. Are you open?”

Allowing his voice to calm her, Angelina couldn’t remember ever allowing someone…man or woman total control over her. Unable to find her voice, she nodded.

Pushing his hand into the deep v neck opening of her caftan, Brad cupped one of her breast, weighing the silky smooth globe in his hand. He tightened his grip almost painfully. “Do you understand what I want to do Angel? I need to hear your answer. Are you open to the experience?”

Angelina spoke softly…hesitantly as he continued to tighten his hold on her breast, pinching the sensitive nipple. “Ye…yes. I understand and I’m open!” Leaning her head back against his chest, she gave in completely. “Complete feelings.”

“Good girl.” Brad removed his hand. Smoothing her hair back, he planted a kiss on the top of her head before moving away. He circled her slowly, watching her for a moment.

Angelina reached out to find what she couldn’t see. Her voice quiet, she asked. “Where are you?”

“Close.” He stood quietly still watching her. He could tell she was feeling uncomfortable and he wanted her realize the depth of the feeling. Grasping the loose sides of Angelina's caftan he pulled it over her head, leaving her naked with only a blindfold. He watched as a bright pink flush of color spread over her chest and neck. “Are you uncomfortable?”

Angelina didn’t know what to say. So she simply remained silent.

“Answer me.” Brad moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He waited patiently for her answer.

Angelina turned her face in the direction of his voice. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Brad pushed.

“Yes, I feel uncomfortable. I can’t see you…no protection. I can’t see you…but you can see every inch of me.” Angelina breathed.

“And you feel?” Brad pushed to the answer he was looking for.

Reluctantly she answered. “I feel vulnerable”

Standing Brad moved silently, standing behind her he reached around and grasped her chin. Gently twisting her head sideways, he lowered his mouth to taste her lips, sucking the bottom slightly longer then the top. Leaving her lips he drew his tongue slowly up the delicate line of her jaw.

Angie caught her breath at the sudden sensation. Without her sight, she seemed to be sensitive to every touch and gesture. Senses on edge, trying to figure out what was coming next. “Brad…”


“Shhh…don’t speak…just feel. Don’t think…just allow. Don’t move…just experience.” Starting at the nape of her neck, Brad trailed gentle kisses down her spin. Kneeling behind her, Brad caressed and molded the smooth mounds of her buttocks, His soft caresses quickly becoming firm. Without warning his lips replaced his hands.

Angelina’s gasp was like the sound of a pin dropping in the silence. Brad quieted her once again. “No sounds Angel…not yet. Right now you need to concentrate on feeling.” At her nod, he continued his physical worship, sucking the supple skin of each buttock, leaving love marks that would last for days. Rubbing his teeth across the rosy flesh, Brad bit down slightly; causing Angelina to shiver slightly, her breathing changing from rapid to erratic. Massaging the flesh one last time, Brad gave Angelina instructions. “Slow your breathing. Breathe with me. In…out…in…out…in…out”

Once her breathing matched his; Brad continued tasting. Drawing his tongue slowly up her spine until he once again stood behind her…chest to back, groin to buttocks, lips to head and neck. Pulling her back against his chest, he swung her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. With his kneed braced on the edge of the bed, he laid her in the center. “Don’t move.” He whispered. Leaving the bed he went to the overnight bag again. Removing four large scarves and a small bottle of oil from the bag, Brad returned to the bed with his bounty.

Removing his caftan, Brad joined her on the bed. Turning her over to lie on her stomach Brad straddled her hips, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Are you open?” As he spoke, he spread her arms wide and pushed them above her head.

Angelina’s mind was on the weight of Brad sitting on her hips. She had to concentrate in order to give him one simple answer. “Yes.”

He repeated the same words he uttered two days before. “I want you tied, blind folded and face down.” As he spoke he knotted a scarf securely around each of wrist. Taking the free end of the scarves her double knotted them to hidden bars in elaborate frame. Moving down to her ankles he spread her legs wide and taking the last two scarves repeated the previous actions. Sitting back he stared at her body. Her body was left open to him. His eyes savored the delicate, pink folds of her hidden passage.

Her mind was reeling…she was wide open and vulnerable to him. Without sight, she could only imagine, wholly feel, every touch and every movement.

Lying down next to her, he watched as she tried to come to grips with her body’s bondage and her own mental and physical vulnerabilities. Using a single finger, he followed the same path his tongue had taken not long ago. Moving slowly, he traced the crease that separated her soft buttocks, watching her body shiver as his digit slipped lower still, finding the nether lips that guarded the paradise he sought. “Shhh…just feel.” He murmured as he separated the pouty lips, he uncovering the swollen quivering nub hidden there. Teasing the nub he pinched and worried it into arousal. Leaving the nub, Brad circled the lush opening before pushing a single finger into her inch by slow inch until it was completely buried inside of her.

Holding his finger there, he leaned into her ear. “Feel me, here…inside you” He pulled his finger out to the tip, adding a second as he pushed back into her dark passage. Repeating the actions in an age old rhythm, he added a third finger. Pushing in and out, he aroused her body and set her mind a flame; his own body already on edge…hard and erect. He used the same breathing technique; he’d coached to keep from spilling his seed all over them both.

She couldn’t move. Her lungs were tightening against the air moving in and out of them. Her panting came in time to the rhythm Brad’s fingers set. Whimpering was uncontrollable as her excitement grew and then suddenly his fingers stopped moving. She waited…it was all she could do. Wait and feel. She turned her thoughts inward. She concentrated on the electric thrumming of her tortured nerve endings. She could feel the muscles in her lower body clinching in aroused spasms.

“Calm your breathing. Breathe slowly. Feel my fingers, filling you…touching you. Feel them moving in, moving out.” His fingers began moving once again. “Breathe slowly. In…out…in…out.” He increased the rhythm. “Feel them moving faster…your nerves tightening. I can feel you clenching. Relax and breathe. The goal is feeling not orgasm.”

Angelina slowed her breathing and relaxed her muscles. She didn’t bother to speak. She followed his instructions and concentrated on the feeling of his fingers; on the feeling of fullness. She focused on the friction his movement caused. She bit down on the moan that fought to escape her throat. How could a man hold such sway over her mind and body?

Brad pulled his fingers free, slowly. Caressing the perfect cheeks of her buttocks, he inserted one wet finger. Pushing gently into the channel he was about to initiate. “Have you ever accepted a man here Angel?”

Pulled from her breathing task, she was startled into answering. “When I was about fifteen my boyfriend tried it, but it was too painful.” She went on. “Billy and I tried it and it wasn’t the greatest feeling, especially the next morning. I don’t think I like it.”

“You will this time. You’ll have to work past the discomfort. I’ll be here with you. Are you open? I won’t ask again.” Brad asked, his finger moving deeper. He could tell by the tensing and jerking movement, Angelina was unaccustomed to the invasion and didn’t find it pleasant. Because her senses were still so heightened, the discomfort was minor.

“Yes.” She whispered the word, her mind on the invasion.

“There is no going back Angel. I’ll try not to hurt you, but you know that there will be some pain. It is part of the goal.” Brad instructed.

“Alright”

“For a man the pain comes from the retention of our natural orgasms. That is why the man and woman must meditate as one...make their individual battles…one.” Working his finger in and out slowly Brad prepared her entrance for his erection. He’d been holding on to it since she stood naked before him. She had no idea, but his pain had already begun.

Pulling his finger free, Brad reached for a pillow and the bottle of oil he’d taken from the bag. Lifting her slightly by the waist, Brad slid the pillow underneath Angelina’s hips, using it to adjust her bottom up. Pouring a quarter size amount in his palm, he rubbed the oil over his entire erection. Coating two fingers, he teased her opening once again. He pushed his fingers deep making sure the channel was well oiled.

Angelina hadn’t expected the oil and pulled against the scarves when his fingers pushed steadily into her, working ruthlessly to widen her entry. Tightening against the invasion, she bit down against the moan that threatened to escape; loosing the battle when he mounted her from behind and carefully pushed the head of his erection into her tight passage. Pulling back, he paused a moment before pushing deeper.

Leaning over her, Brad whispered. “Don’t focus on the pain. Feel the fullness.” He repeated the movements, pushing in and pulling out carefully pass her tightening walls until he was completely embedded. Lying full length across her body, Brad let his full weight pin her down. His body still, Brad could feel her passage gripping and releasing him. His own body throbbed in a rhythm that was natural to both he and Angelina.

Angelina breathed steadily pass the burning sensation until she became accustomed to his aroused flesh. She could feel her rear channel stretching…widening to accommodate him. He seemed larger somehow. Concentrating on the strong throbbing of his erection, she relaxed and allowed her body to accept him completely. His weight, pinning her down became more of an animalistic arousal then mere male on female sexual domination. He was now so deeply inside her, their bodies throbbing in unison, that she could not tell where she ended he began. She did the only thing she could do…breath.

They lay that way…as one for what seemed to both as a small eternity; learning the feel of one another, breathing as one entity, he in…her out. It wasn’t long before Angelina realized that movement was not necessary for an all encompassing arousal.

Brad let the full onslaught of arousal, wash over him. “Do you feel them?” he whispered in her ear. “The feelings…their intensity?” She finally understood the union he’d sought; this feeling of fullness, oneness and immeasurable arousal. Always understanding pain, Angelina embraced the discomfort- now edging into pleasure- as Brad once again began to move in and out of her body.

Lifting his weight from her, he placed one hand on each side her head, his knees on the mattress and began pumping forcefully…ruthlessly. Steeped in mindless ecstasy, Brad continued his onslaught, is mind now on Angelina and her mounting arousal. He slowed his thrust, coming to a full stop. “Lesson one is complete and now for lesson two…full release. I’m going to fuck you the way I need to. The way I've been dreaming about since the moment I first met you.”

His words adding to her aroused senses, Angelina gasped out as he began thrusting again. For the first time in her life she was about to have an orgasm from anal sex. Every muscle in her body constricted as he thrust in and out of her rear passage as though it had been made solely for him. She could only feel and accept as he worked her body into a frenzy of orgasmic longing, the now dulling pain adding sharply to the pleasure. Combing his fingers through her thick hair, Brad used his leverage to press Angelina’s face into the mattress.

Accepting his domination over her again, Angelina gave into the light headedness of air deprivation. Fighting against her bonds, Angelina tried pushing her hips into his. The lack of air, the painful tug of the scarves and the constant pounding into her rear channel, was all she could take.

Lifting his hand from her head, Brad allowed Angelina to turn her face to the side for air, before returning his hold to her head. Leaning over her as he pounded into her body, his voice penetrated her hazed mind. “Let it take it. Scream your release. Give in to it completely. Scream for me.” And as the tension broke and rapture took hold of her, Angelina did just that, screaming his name as she came.

Pulling from her pulsing body, Brad rolled as quickly as his heavily aroused body would allow him. Coming to the edge of the bed, he used the clean cloth and bowl of fresh water that he’d asked Safreen to leave for him, to cleanse himself. Finishing he moved back to where Angelina lay, still captured in the throws of her orgasm, her body gyrating against her bonds. The sight almost sent him into release.

Giving her no chance to adjust Brad position himself behind her once more; rubbing his
throbbing erection against her soft, damp folds, enjoying Angelina’s attempts to push back against him. Bending forward, his lips lightly grazed the sensitive nape of her neck, then adding his weight to his movements, Brad thrust powerfully into her begging body, seating himself completely. He withdrew slowly, filled her again, thrusting in long, slow strokes, nudging deep. The largeness of him stirred the same nerve endings that were still in the throes of the previous torturous orgasm.

Barely catching her breath, Angelina’s whimpers filled the tent, which still held remnants of her past screams. Though her body was trying to calm itself, she was still so dizzyingly aroused, hot, achy and needy, and as her body fought to calm itself she felt yet another orgasm building.

He filled her almost lazily; covering the silky flesh of her neck and shoulders in tiny open mouthed kisses intermingled with love bites. Small broken sounds escaped her lips with each slow thrust of his erection. The small sounds became steady cries as his continued to thrust and withdraw, inch by excruciating inch. His weight and her bonds prevented her from changing or controlling the pace.

Unable to move more than her wrists and ankles, Angelina lay helpless as Brad slammed into her wet body, the heavy weight of his testicles slapping against her tender bottom, arousing her rear channel all over again. Suddenly images behind the blindfold filled her mind in bright color. She wanted to be filled completely…every orifice. She wanted to see him filling her…fucking her. His large hand found her face, caressing and tracing her lips before inserting a finger between them. She stroked it with her tongue, closing her lips over the firm digit and sucking it fully into her mouth.

The wet, hot suction of her mouth and the wet, hot suction of her dark passage drove him mercilessly. “You like this…me inside you like this.” He punctuated his words with thrusts. Removing his finger from her mouth, he gripped a handful of her thick dark hair.

Tied, blind folded and helpless, her body his to brutally command, she could only respond. “Ye…Yes! Please Brad…please!”

“Please what babe?” Brad tightened his hold on her hair and pushed deeply into her body…right to the hilt. It just wasn’t enough, this penetration. He wanted his balls inside her too and even that wouldn’t be enough!

“I need to come. Please let me.” She breathed, her body held on the precipice of orgasmic bliss.

“Alright babe.” Brad cupped Angelina's head and adjusted it so that he had easy access to her mouth. Capturing her lips, his tongue thrust deeply, matching the deep thrust of his hips. Plunging his thick erection deeply again, he held, grinding his hips in circles against her bottom, pumping into her. Fighting her bonds, Angelina tried again to push against him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging in tempo with his lower body, both driving into her.

The tension gripping her body suddenly exploded. Flooding her with an orgasm so intense it was more painful than pleasurable. This orgasm was deeper; it pulsed at the very core of her soul. Brad continued ramming into her his body working against the orgasmic spasms that caused the walls of her vagina to grip and milk his erection. Giving in to the sexual haze that now controlled him, Brad released his seed into her, in a forceful flood of liquid heat, sending Angelina into another round of spasms. Relaxing his weight fully upon her, Brad enjoyed the feel of her body under his, helplessly convulsing around his still semi-aroused penis.

Held down by his body, she screamed his name again as she came. Angelina realized that the process of relinquishing control and literally trusting a man blindly with your body…your safety and your very life was a soul stirring event. She knew she’d ever be the same. She given Brad something she’d never given another person…complete control. She realized she liked it.

The tent now held the sounds of the two lovers’ heavy breathing until both fell unconscious. His weight pressing her into the mattress, his body still joined to hers and her limbs still tied.


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The village was silent as Safreen made her way to the large tent. After hearing the screams, she’d been worried for Miss Angelina. The Sheik had warned them away from the tent, but Safreen couldn’t sleep without making sure that all was okay. She knew that Mr. Brad was a good man, but sometimes men…even good ones could unknowingly hurt a woman in their passions. Peeking in, she saw nothing. Moving steadily to the bedchamber of the tent, she stepped just in the door. There was a tiny lamp burning in the corner of the tent, low enough to keep her in the shadows.

Seeing the two lovers now lovingly cradled in each other’s arms, she knew all was well. Her eyes roamed the room, taking in the oil and the scarves…two still tied to the frame and one around Miss Angelina’s wrist and the other around Mr. Brad’s wrist.

Yes they were fine. Safreen left, praying her future husband would be half as satisfying as Mr. Brad was for Miss Angelina.

Smiling she left quietly, leaving the two lovers in peace.

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