The Sultan's Bride (10 page)

‘I should punish you for what
you have done
Arif
, you will have nothing more to do
with Catherine, it is forbidden.  If I ever get so much as an idea that
you have been anywhere near her I will have you whipped, do you understand?’

Arif
had never seen his father so angry.  He had
never been threatened with any punishment, let alone a whipping but he could
tell the Sultan meant it.  The Sultan led Catherine to the bed where she
sat down.  ‘
Arif
, I have already told you this
is how things will be.  Catherine is my wife, and will never be
yours.  Come, stand by the bed.’

Catherine’s eyes widened as
he instructed her to remove her clothing and lie on the bed and terrified of
what might happen she obeyed.  ‘Now
Arif
, I am
going to comfort my wife for what you have put her through and you will
watch.  This is your punishment.  Perhaps you will now understand you
can never have her.’

Tenderly he stroked
Catherine’s body before nuzzling and licking at her breasts.  His hand
moved down between her legs until it found the spot that
Arif
had so recently touched.  Tears rolled down her cheeks and he kissed them
away as her body betrayed her and gave way to the feeling that overwhelmed her.

Arif
watched as the woman he loved moved her body in
rhythm with the Sultan’s hand, the smell of her sex slowly filling the
room.  ‘My Catherine, my darling Catherine,’ the Sultan murmured, moving
between her legs and slowly impaling her on his hardness.

She couldn’t stop herself
from gasping as he pushed deep inside her, feeling every inch as her body drew
it in.  ‘Oh yes my love,’ he cried as he started to thrust.  Catherine
closed her eyes as he moved in and out of her, slowly building to reach his
climax before collapsing, spent, on top of her.

‘You may go now
Arif
,’ he said, not looking at his son but instead gazing
at his young wife, ‘I think you can see that Catherine is quite content with
me.’ 

He went back to nuzzling her
breasts, already stiffening again and Catherine met
Arif’s
eye before he turned and left.  ‘I love you’ he mouthed and the tears
started again.

Alone, the Sultan pulled
Catherine up. ‘I do not entirely believe you were innocent in all of this, you
loved
Arif
once.’  She nodded. ‘Did he touch you
at all?  Was he inside you?’  Catherine shook her head, not wanting
to make things even worse.  Try as she might though she could not stop the
tears.

‘Catherine, I do not wish to
punish you.  You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on
and the thought of you in pain upsets me but I must punish you for your part in
this whole affair.’  Her eyes widened at his words, unsure of what was
coming next.

Roughly he pulled her over
his knee, her belly resting over his cock.  He bought the palm of his hand
down hard on her backside and she gasped.  Even as a child as high
spirited as she was she had never been spanked but now her husband performed
the task.

‘You were very naughty
Catherine,’ he said as he struck another blow and then another.  She tried
hard to not try to wriggle away from him, it hurt but it was also clearly
having another effect on him.  She could feel his hardness pressing against
her belly and as she cried out at the unfamiliar touch it excited him and soon
he was ready for her.

She felt him slide his hand
between her legs, feeling for the wetness between her legs.  The sound he
made told her he liked what he had found.  ‘Catherine, even in punishment
you excite me,’ he murmured before pushing two fingers into her.

‘Oh my sweet Catherine,’ he
said, moving his fingers in and out.  It was clear this had distracted him
from the spanking he had been in the process of giving her. ‘I promise I will
be gentle my love, oh you are so tight.’

He rolled her onto her side,
facing away from him and lay behind her.  Continuing to probe her with one
finger, he reached around with the other hand and stroked her clit.  She
felt his hips move behind
her,
already in a rhythm he
would continue no doubt inside her.  ‘Make me happy my Catherine,’ he
said.

Kissing her shoulder at first
he bit her and she cried out, distracted while he pushed into her.  ‘That
feels good Catherine, you have pleased me,’ he said, thrusting in and out of
her.  Catherine clamped her mouth shut, not wanting to make any
noise.  As bitterly disappointed as she was at their failure to run away
she could not help feeling this was where she should be, with her husband.

He continued to rub her clit
while he thrust in and out until it was unbearable.  She cried out as she
climaxed, and finally he groaned and she felt the warmth on her skin as he
pulled out.

She lay still as he continued
to stroke her body and kiss her back.  ‘I will never allow you to leave,’
he said finally.  ‘You are
mine
sweet Catherine
and always will be.  Every part of you belongs to me.’

As
Arif
left the room, his mother was waiting.  ‘We must talk,’ she said
angrily. 

‘I have nothing to say, he
has taken Catherine from me.’

Taking
Arif
aside to a room where they would not be disturbed Irina slapped him. 
‘What were you thinking?’ she said, ‘You are the
heir,
I know you are upset about Catherine but kidnapping her was stupid.  Now
your father will be extra attentive to her and the poor girl has been through
enough without this.’

‘She went with me willingly,’
he cried, ‘Catherine wanted to be with me, not him.  She has no choice
mother, and you know this to be true.’ 

‘I know,’ she said through
gritted teeth, ‘It was not her choice but this is her life now, she is part of
the harem and she must be respected as such.  This could have gone very
badly for both you and her, especially her
Arif
. 
Did you not understand the danger you put her in?’

‘Father would never do
anything to her.  She is far too precious to him,’ he said
defiantly. 

‘Do not underestimate you
father
Arif
, he could have very well had her killed
as an example to the rest of the harem to ensure their obedience.  If she
went with you willingly why did you need the cloth with the drug?’

He blushed. ‘She was not
entirely willing at first, once we were away from the palace she was happy to
be with me.’ 

She stared at him, a thought
suddenly occurring. ‘
Arif
, did you touch her, were
you two intimate?’

‘A kiss or
two on the horse, and perhaps a bit more.
  It does not matter anymore.’  He kicked the wall in
frustration.  ‘All we needed was a little more time and we would have been
free.’

‘Your father would never have
let you or Catherine
go
.  He would have hunted
you down and found you wherever you went.  My son, you must let go of
her.  I know she is in your heart, she is your father’s wife now and the
guard on the harem will be tightened now.’

He sighed. ‘I hate this, I
hate him.  She is my first and only love, why did he have to take her as
his own?’

‘It is because he is the
Sultan my love.’  Wrapping her arms around him she held him close. 
‘As his only son he will never let you go, one day you will rule this land and
have your own harem, you will find another.’

‘I don’t want to find
another,’ he said, burying his face in her, ‘She was meant for me.’

‘Perhaps there is a way you
could be together,’ she said softly. 

He looked up at her.
‘How?
You said yourself that there is no way I could get her
from the harem.’

‘No but I can. 
For a week out of every month.’
His eyes widened realising
what she was saying.

Every night Catherine was
summoned to his bed.  Some nights he
was loving
and caring, other times he would be upset from the day’s events and be rough
with her.  She didn’t complain.  He could take her to the highest she
had ever felt, and also the lowest.

In between the women of the
harem were
loving
and caring and as the first month
came to an end she was almost sorry to go into seclusion when her courses
arrived, away from the harem.  When Irina told the Sultan she had been
removed from the harem to wait out her bleeding, he expressed disappointment. 
‘I had hoped she would not bleed this month,’ he said sadly, ‘I want a child
from her.’

‘I will join you in your bed
this night husband if you will it.’ She replied. 

‘I will send for one of the
harem women,’ he replied, ‘One of the younger ones, perhaps while Catherine is
away one of the others will fall pregnant.’

She was offended at the
rebuff.  ‘I had thought husband to please you, it has been a long time
since I was in your bed.’ 

He looked at her.  ‘It
has been a long time, you are older now wife, it serves no purpose for me to
have you in my bed.’

The words stung and she went
back to the harem with them ringing in her ears.  He would rue the day he
had crossed her she swore.  She would see her son take his place.

Despite being away from the
harem Catherine enjoyed having some time for herself.  Irina had supplied
her room with books for her to read and although her bleeding only lasted a few
days, Irina told the Sultan it had not stopped to give her some more time.

She looked at herself in the
mirror in the room.  Her body pleased the Sultan she thought and she’d
grown to know more about herself in the last few weeks.  How her body
responded to being touched, where she was sensitive.

Lying back on the bed she
explored her body with her own hands.  There were always willing hands to
do the work but she wanted to see what she felt like and for the first time in
a long while she had the time alone to do it.

Touching her breasts she
worked her nipples until they were rigid and made her moan before she touched
herself between her legs, feeling her clitoris and rubbing it with her fingers
until it was swollen.  ‘Would you like some help with that?’ said a voice.

Shocked she sat up, had the
Sultan learned that her bleeding was stopped?  She hadn’t heard the door
open but now it closed with a click and
Arif
was
there.  Folding her arms across her breasts she looked down, embarrassed.

‘Don’t stop on my account
beloved,’ he murmured, ‘I would rather it was
I  doing
that but I’d really like to see you continue.’

‘You should not be here,’ she
said. 

He sat on the bed beside her.
‘No, I should not be here but this time we are alone and will not be
disturbed.’

She lay back down. 
‘Now, show me,’ he said.  Spreading her legs she put her hand back and
began to rub her clit.  Her hips moved with the sensation and he watched,
fascinated as she climaxed before leaning over and licking his way up the lips
of her entrance.

‘
Arif
,’
she whispered, ‘You mustn’t’

‘No one will disturb
us,
mother has bought us some time.’  Moving between
her legs he made little sucking movements around her wetness before licking and
sucking her clit.  Moaning she put her hands into his hair and pulled him
in, her hips rising to meet his tongue.  Hungrily he licked at her, his
hands making his way up to her breasts, making circles round her nipples with
his fingers before using his thumbs to rub them.

‘Oh my love,’ she
cried.  He continued to tease her while wave after wave coursed through
her body.  As he pushed into her he groaned and the rest of the evening
became a blur as they lost themselves in each other.

By the time she returned to
the harem she was relaxed and happy.  On the first night back she was
summoned to the Sultan’s rooms and
went knowing
she
was truly loved and wanted.  Nothing would keep
Arif
from her.

Catherine’s life settled into
a new routine now, days in the harem resting with nights in the Sultans bed. 
Anxiously she would wait for the week of the month where she got one and
sometimes two nights with
Arif
.

When she did not fall
pregnant as he had hoped for, the Sultan eventually stopped sending for
her.  He had now pinned his hopes on a new wife and Catherine was
relegated to the harem which she had no complaints about

She was happy with the
monthly visits she now had with
Arif
.  As she
had not fallen pregnant by the Sultan for all these months it took her by
surprise when her courses didn’t come and instead of the joy she should have
felt she was terrified.

Irina knew the truth, knew
the child was not the Sultan’s but was indeed
Arif’s
. 
‘We must get you back into his bed,’ she said, ‘you have not been with him for
some months and he will know the child is not his.’