Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

Before he could stop himself, he was holding Roksolana in his arm, turning her every which way he could to check her for any injury. He went even as far as checking her eyeballs for any signs he could get. When he was satisfied that she hadn’t been injured, he let go of her. He saw Roksolana subtly roll her eyes.

Jamal looked at the man who had tried to injure Roksolana, unmoving form. His face was severely bruised and he had some cuts on his face. Jamal knew that the man had thought of Roksolana as a mere woman who couldn’t defend herself, hence the reason for his rash decision. Knowing that men would probably be wary of getting on the bad side of Roksolana, he felt a bit at ease. But he still felt a little uneasy knowing that her life could be in danger?

“What’re all the commotions for?” Lady Miriam asked, finally appearing with a face full of makeup.

Jamal knew that Lady Miriam was a vain woman, but he hadn’t known it was so bad until this morning when she refused to come out without her makeup on.

“Someone tried to kill your servant, but she defended herself,” Jamal explained, trying not to shake his head.

“Well, she must have pissed the man off.” Lady Miriam said without remorse.

“Whichever it was, I’ll be stationing guards here to keep patrol. So I won’t have to worry about you,” Jamal told her.

Jamal ordered the unconscious man to be taken to prison. The man wasn’t to be freed without orders from him. The Sultan asked the crowd to disperse and Jamal heard as they were muttering about a woman being able to fight. He hoped the women of his kingdom would not start thinking about learning to fight to defend themselves after seeing what happened today.

As soon as all the people were gone, Jamal held Roksolana’s hand and dragged her inside the house. He heard the faint footsteps of Miriam following after them but he didn’t care. As soon as he got to one of the rooms in the house, he shut the door, keeping Miriam and any other eavesdropper out. He let go of Roksolana’s hand, stood by the door, and locked his arm around his chest. Roksolana copied his stance andJamal found himself getting hard for her.

“Why would you bring me here? I don’t want to stay.” She told him.

“Too bad. But, you have to stay. I need to talk to you about your conduct around here,” Jamal told her.

“Okay.” She said.

“Dawn, I’m serious. How could you think beating up that man was the solution?” He asked her.

“What do you expect me to do then? Stay like that in the water until it fills my lungs?” Roksolana screamed at him.

“What really happened?” Jamal asked.

“I was sleeping when I felt myself choking. I woke up to find myself in a bucket of water unable to breathe. I knew it was either I die or act,” Roksolana answered, her voice trembling.

Jamal pulled her into his embrace before the tears could fall. It hurted him to see such a strong woman being emotionally down. He felt her shake against him and knew she was crying. He held her for as long as she cried without a word. When she was done, she pulled out of his embrace looking embarrassed. Jamal chuckled at her innocence. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply, praying she would respond. He heaved a sigh of relief as he felt her relaxed in his arms.

He cupped her left breast and squeezed them hard. He didn’t fail to feel how they fitted into his palm perfectly and how hard they were. A soft moan escaped from her mouth, which made Jamal even harder. He ground his dick at her waist and her moaning increased. Jamal felt like he was going crazy about the woman in his arms. He felt like couldn’t get enough of her, so he moved his hands to her backside to push her even closer to him. Roksolana let out a loud cry and Jamal remembered too late that she had wounds on her buttocks.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Roksolana pushed against him and he let her go.

“Be my concubine, Dawn. I promise to take care of you. I promise not to let any harm come over you if you be mine,” Jamal promised.

The only answer he got was a hard slap across his face. He looked at Roksolana as if she had grown two pairs of horns on her head. Anger filled him up and he punched the door behind him hard. He saw Roksolana flinched away from him, moving farther into the room. He looked at her from hair to toe for a minute before opening the door. He saw Miriam standing close to the door, trying to look like she wasn’t there.

“Make sure you work her doubly hard and don’t give her any food,” Jamal told Miriam, walking away. He would like to see how long she can prove stubborn without food and hard labor.