Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

As soon as Jamal saw that he was alone with Roksolana, he asked if she wanted to take her bath. He didn’t bother to wait for an answer before dragging her up the stairs. Roksolana didn’t bother to look around as they walked since she had to keep up with his pace. Which was hard to do, since the man walked like someone who was on fire only stopping when they got to a door. Jamal pushed the door opened and gently pushed Roksolana inside. She glanced at the room he had just pushed her into and saw it was a bathing room.

“Take your bath. When you are done, check in the cupboard and you’ll find clothes there. Choose the one you want,” Jamal told her, pointing at the cupboard in question.

“Do the clothes belong to your other concubines?” Rocksolana asked him. She wasn’t expecting him to answer and was surprised when he did.

“No. They belonged to my mother.”

“Okay.” She told him, feeling guilty of her words.

“I’ll wait for you downstairs. Take your time.” He told her, then promptly disappeared.

Roksolana looked into the bathing tub filled with water and smiled. She hadn’t had a good bath since her ordeal had started about a month ago. Without wasting time, she undressed quickly and slipped into the water feeling happy. She was even happier when she felt the warmness of the water encase her body. She took a soap she found and washed her hair and body in the water. By the time the water had gone cold, her body was relaxed. All the aching spots were at ease and her wounds didn’t hurt as much anymore.

Roksolana got out of the water and walked to the cupboard. Opening it, she was surprised to find clothes that didn’t looked like what the wife of a Sultan would wear. The gowns were shorter than the acceptable ones and not a single hijab could be found among the clothes. The clothes even looked strange to her. Roksolana picked out a blue dress and examined it. It was an odd dress. The front of the dress was very short, while the back was long and flowing. Flowery decorations decorated the edges of the dress. It was a v neckline and it had a very deep cut in the middle. The hands were covered with a revealing net. Roksolana decided to wear the dress. She couldn’t wait to see Jamal’s expression and how he would explain how such clothing had found its way into the wardrobe.

She put it on and loved how it looked on her, like a royal. She was glad not to be putting on a hijab as she stood in front of the vanity and combed her hair into a ponytail. When she was satisfied with her look, she walked out of the bathing room. As she found her way downstairs, she took her time to look around. She was mostly fascinated by the paintings of a woman decorating the walls. The woman looked elegant in all the paintings. Roksolana stared at the one which had Jamal and the woman together and was somehow jealous. The woman was dressed in a black dress, almost similar to the one Roksolana was putting on and Jamal dressed in his royal attire was starring at the woman lovingly. Who was the woman?

Jamal was halfway through the stairs when he recalled himself and went back to the seat. If he was counting right, this should be the tenth time he had repeated the same actions. Merely thinking about how naked Roksolana was in the water had him boiling out. He wondered if she was still bathing or if she was dressed already. Perhaps allowing her to take a bath when he was around was a mistake, he thought crossing his leg to ease his discomfort. Deciding he couldn’t take it anymore, he stood up from his seat to check on her.

He was halfway through the stairs when he spotted something blue flowing up the stairs. He traced the blue up and saw that it was a dress, with the flowing only at the back. The woman wearing it was barefooted, and her long legs traveled up along with the dress. The legs disappeared as the blue revealed itself midway through her thighs, extending itself up to her shoulders. A deep V decorated the center, revealing some amounts of breast flesh. Jamal looked further up and saw that Roksolana had tied her hair into a ponytail. Finally, he let his gaze settle on her face and saw it radiating. Jamal gulped as he felt his manhood grow thicker by another inch.

“Sorry about the clothes I chose. I just love it,” Roksolana said.

“It’s beautiful,” Jamal answered.

“Who is the woman you were with in the painting?” She asked him, crossing her arms.

Jamal laughed at the level of jealousy Roksolana radiated. He felt happy knowing she wasn’t as unaffected as she pretended to be. His wicked mind felt like tricking her some more, but he decided not to. Moving even closer to her, he pulled her into his arm. She struggled against him but he just held on the more.

“She’s my mum. And that was my father with her.” He told her.

Jamal felt her relaxed against him instantly. Moving her out of his embrace a little bit, he lifted her face up with his hands and kissed her. He felt her open up to his kiss immediately and he took it deeper. Roksolana moved her hands to pushed at his chest. He understood that she was under stress from what had happened. Moving slowly back to her, he clasped his lips over her lower lips and kissed her lightly. He was glad when Roksolana threw her hands over him and reciprocated the kiss and he felt like he was on fire. He pushed her into his embrace and deepen the kiss. A short sound escaped her mouth and Jamal felt another inch thicker.

He picked her up, still kissing her, and walked to his bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed, without letting go of her lips. Jamal cupped her left breast and saw that it fitted into his hand perfectly. He pinched her lightly and she moaned again. He ran his fingers through her hair and freed it from the rope holding it together, the hair splashed wildly on the bed. Jamal stopped the kiss and fumbled with the dress she had on, looking for ways to free the dress. When he didn’t find any, he tore it from the center. The result had her breasts on display. He heard Roksolana gasp.

“What did you just do? You ruined such a beautiful dress,” Roksolana lamented.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Jamal didn’t bother to reply to her. He was too engrossed by the sight he was seeing and the idea that kept popping up in his head. Her dark nipples kept calling out to him. Jamal had never tried what he was thinking of doing with any other women before and he had no idea if it would work. Deciding that he couldn’t hold on anymore, he lowered his head until his mouth was just a few centimeters away from her nipples. Without stopping to think about his actions and what her reactions would be like, he took one of the nipples in his mouth and sucked.

“What are you…?”

The words died in Roksolana’s throat as fresh waves of desire hit her. She let out a soft moan. Her body burned like it was on fire and desperately seeking an escape. She held the bedspread tightly and kept moaning. She never knew that breasts could make a woman feel the way she felt like right now. More, she needed more.

As if Jamal could hear her thoughts, he put his hand on her navel and played with it. Slowly, he moved the hands down until they disappeared into her dress. Roksolana felt twice hotter than she already was when she felt him playing with the curls around her virginia. Just when she thought she would die from all the things she was feeling, Jamal stopped and got up. Roksolana moaned the loss of his body heat.