Page 83 of Healing the Heart

“Allow me.”

Deftly, he twisted and clipped it in place high on her head. Now, there was nothing between her skin and his hands or his eyes, which could look their fill of her, flaws and all.

She sucked in a breath and tightened her stomach muscles, as if she could hide her overly round belly. Of course, Master Observant noticed.

“We’ll have none of that,” he scolded gently. “Every square inch of your lovely body belongs to me. Isn’t that true?”

He moved her hands to the back of her neck. She automatically laced her fingers, as she answered, “Yes, sir.”

“Yes, master,” he corrected.

He’d never insisted she call him that before, but tonight, in this exotic space that seemed worlds away from modern day LA, she would do so, and gladly.

“Yes, master. I belong completely to you,” she replied, her voice unwavering as she quickly embraced her role in his game.

“Then there will be no hiding what is mine,” he admonished more sternly. “I selected you personally because of your beauty. Are you insinuating that your master has questionable taste?”

“No, sir. I mean, master.”

“Such an insult would not be tolerated,” he warned, a stern look in his eyes. “You are worth every gold piece I parted with to have you in my harem. Your beauty is incomparable; let’s hope your submission is, too.”

Noah moved in front of her. He’d changed out of his black shirt and trousers into loose-fitting linen pants and nothing else, his muscular chest gloriously bare.

“Let’s put it to the test. It has been a trying day. I believe I’d like my slave girl to help me relax before we begin our session.” He bent, caught her chin in his hand, and held her still as his mouth covered hers. Leisurely, he explored, his tongue tasting and caressing and tracing. She craved more when he ended it and pulled away ever so slightly. “Your talented lips and tongue, and that hot mouth, have a way of helping me decompress and unwind.”

He released her, rose to his full towering height, and crossed the room to recline in a red velvet, gilded chair she hadn’t noticed until now. It was obviously a throne, and Noah looked every bit the Sultan lounging in it. The master of all he surveyed—including his supplicating concubine. As she watched, he dipped his hand into his pants and freed his very large, very hard erection. While he stroked it, his gaze on her, he arched a brow as if to say, “It’s your move.”

“It will be my pleasure to take care of that for you, master,” she said sincerely, her smile genuine.

Noah’s cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. She enjoyed holding the weight of him in her hand, stroking and squeezing. She found pleasure in pleasing him when she licked slowly up his length, closed her lips around the head, and took him as deep as she could, toward the back of her throat. With so much of him, it certainly was a challenge. Best of all, when his breathing turned heavy, and husky groans arose from his throat and chest, and his fingers sank into her hair as he fucked her mouth, she reveled in the shift of power to her for a time as he lost control because of her.

Fiona rose to go to him.

“Uh, uh, uh. A slave does not stand while her master is seated.”

She hesitated. Was he suggesting she crawl? She’d never done that before.

With her surroundings in mind and the character she was being asked to embody, she couldn’t help thinking,when in Rome...Or in this case,when in Constantinople.

Watching him watch her, she dropped to her hands and knees on the floor—thankful once again for the rug—then, on all fours, she moved toward him. The way his lips parted, and his blue eyes flashed with fire, and the tightening of his grip on his cock told her he was very pleased with her efforts.

When she reached him and knelt between his legs, she placed her hands on his knees and glided them up his thighs, eager to touch him. But more so, she wanted to taste him.

He bent forward, stopping her as his hands framed her face and tilted it to his. “Good girl! You didn’t let self-doubts stop you. You crawled over here without hesitation to claim what you wanted. I’m proud of you, kitten.”

No longer in the role of the powerful sultan, he became the man who’d been diligent in beating back a lifetime of criticism, self-doubt, and recriminations about her size, weight, curves, and jiggles, all of which he claimed to adore. And he kissed her tenderly, with a wealth of feeling that made her melt into a puddle of goo. Already at his feet, she didn’t have far to go.

When it ended, and he leaned back to resume their scene, she couldn’t hold back her overflowing emotions.

“How could I ever have thought you capable of saying such cruel words?” she asked, her voice cracking on a sob of regret. “I owe you a dozen apologies every day to make up for that.”

“It was an understandable mistake, for which I forgave you weeks ago. Think no more of it.”

“That’s easier said than done, master.”

“I won’t accept endless apologies. Make it up to me by being as confident every day as you were when you crawled to me naked. Can you do that?”

She nodded. “I’ll try, but I might need some reminders, and a lot of patience. Can you do that for me?”

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