"Soon, you could be the most powerful woman of the harem, if you listen to my advice and play your cards well. But beware and do not trust anybody but me. There will be others who will be jealous of you and may try to take your life. Know, My Lady, that I will protect you with my own life if necessary. Now come, let’s hurry. Night falls early here, and we will have to prepare you for your first night with the Sultan.”
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Night fell quickly in the Sultan's realm. One minute the sunlight had warmed the room, bathing it in a golden glow, the next it seemed to grow darker rapidly while the muezzin sang the evening prayer, his beautiful voice creating a magical atmosphere. When he finished, the city seemed to fall into a deep slumber, all the noise and shouting from the streets and the bazaar gone. Only the night birds sang their sweet, seductive songs from a branch near the open windows.
Jane followed Aamir the chief eunuch to the huge bathing pool on the other side of the chamber, secretly admiring his broad back and sculptured muscles while he lit the candles. He had discarded his turban and revealed long, dark hair that reached over his shoulders; she had the inexplicable wish to entwine her fingers in the glossy waves. Jane couldn't believe that he was not a real man anymore. His deep voice and the unveiled desire in his eyes clearly spoke against it, although this only occurred when he thought she was not looking at him.
The slave led her to the marble steps leading into the water and told her to undress. Jane looked around, but there was nothing with which to shield her body from Aamir's eyes. She shrugged, quickly removed her clothing and stood naked before him. Her body was fully exposed to his sight and although he stood behind her, she felt his eyes examining her body, doubtless deciding if she was beautiful enough to please the Sultan.
"I will bathe you now," she heard his deep voice before he took her hand and led her deeper into the warm water. The flowers on its surface made her dizzy with their exotic perfume. Then, his large hands were all over her body, washing her with a soap that was scented like orchids and something earthy, ambra perhaps. It made her skin tingle and left it soft like velvet. He washed her hair, neck and back, moving his hands in circles until he reached her breasts. Jane gasped, but he continued mercilessly, gently kneading her and rubbing her sensitive peaks with his palms until they stood upright. Aamir laughed, a pleased look on his proud, handsome face. It was the face of a noble prince, not a slave, she thought.
"Oh yes, you will be well-prepared for the Sultan once I am finished with you," he said. "The Sultan likes his concubines ready and willing once he visits them in the harem. He is not a very patient man, I have to admit. When he joins your bed and takes you, he'll expect you to be aroused and wet for him. If you are not to his liking, he'll punish me severely. So relax, My Lady. I know that although I'm not a whole man, women usually like my touch for I'm not unpleasant to their eyes - at least this is what I have been told. If you let me do my work it will be better for both of us, I promise. Just let it happen."
Jane still thought about a possible answer but cried out with surprise when he sat her down on a low marble column that rose slightly out of the water, then parted her quivering thighs with his strong hands. She felt heat rising inside her while she watched this beautiful man staring at her most intimate places. He seemed to savor the sight. Her light skin must be as exotic to him as his olive complexion to her, but also seductive, awakening curiosity and the desire to touch, to taste. He started to wash her there, too, his fingers gently parting her swollen nether lips. "Your womanly orchid is a lovely sight to behold, My Lady," he said while lathering her womanhood with the foamy soap. "But my master likes his women smooth and soft, so we'll have to remove all your body hair so you will gain his favor."
Jane gulped, closing her eyes and surrendering to his skillful hands. His fingertips moved up and down between her opened folds, rubbing over her pulsating little nub, circling there shortly until probing deeper. She covered her mouth with one hand, biting into her soft palm when she felt his strong, sensitive fingers entering her, a single one first, then more, washing her slick channel that was made for love. Suddenly, her whole being was reduced to feeling pleasure. It was all she was, all she needed.
Sighing, she leaned back on the cool, hard marble until her back touched the water. Aamir slung one arm around her waist while he kept moving his fingers inside her, turning and widening, exploring her womanly core. At the same time, his thumb touched her aching nub, rubbing it carefully to heighten her pleasure. His hand worked her gently, but with the loving, masterful touch of an artist sculpting a statue. In and out, deeper and deeper, adding more fingers until it felt as if it was a long, hard manhood penetrating her, not his hand. And he knew all the right spots, where to use
