Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

WARNING, MATRURE CONTENT AHEAD!

Roksolana looked as Jamal watched her with an angry face, and began to think if she hadn’t made a mistake in coming over to warn him about the danger to his life. His expression was that of someone who was capable of killing a man if he was given the chance. Why had she thought he would believe her in the first place? She hadn’t believed her then about Lady Miriam’s pregnancy, so it was less likely he would believe her now, especially when she had been treated unjustly just hours ago.

Roksolana saw him look at her in disdain and bit her lower lip in indecision. For some reason, she felt afraid of him and she began to breathe anxiously. Perhaps, she should go away from here before he decided that she was good as an experiment in practicing killing. She turned around and made for the door.

“Stop right there,” Jamal ordered.

Roksolana stopped dead in her tracks and watched as Jamal walked up to her. She was mesmerized by his face, as they seemed to glow as he walked. No matter how much she tried to move, her feet stayed rooted at the same spot. When Jamal got to her, he stared hard at her in the face.

“I want you right now. And no, you don’t get to dictate whether you would like to or not.” He told her.

Roksolana stared at him to determine whether he was serious or not. When she saw how serious he was, she gulped loudly and tried to run out of the door. She felt Jamal’s hand on her dress and turned. As she tried to shake his hand off her, she heard the sound of a tear and saw that the sleeve of her dress was open from the top to the middle like a pattern.

Jamal cocked his brows at her before throwing the pieces of clothing away. Roksolana didn’t bother to say anything and simply placed her hands on the doorknob to leave. Roksolana felt herself gasp for a gust of air as she felt her legs being lifted from the ground and realized that Jamal had lifted her. She slapped at his arm several times but that didn’t shake the man. Roksolana bit his arm and he lets go of her, dumping her on the floor not so gently.

Jamal watched as Roksolana made for the door. His anger sparkled some more. Why was she resisting him? Jamal was sure she wouldn’t have resisted if she was with her lover. Why was she trying to run away from him then? He doesn’t want to know and whatever her reasons were, it doesn’t matter to him. All he knew was that he wasn’t letting her go out of his house without fulfilling his wish. He ran after her and grabbed the back of her dress. The dress gave way, tearing until it got to her hips.

Without waiting for her to run away from him again, he placed his hands between the ripped space and dragged the fabric apart. The sound of the dress ripping off made him harder again. He picked her up again, not minding her protests in his arm. This time, he dumped her on his dining table, bracing either of his arms at her side so she wouldn’t escape.

Roksolana closed her eyes shut at the closeness of the Sultan. She was afraid of the monster he had become in the moment. It felt like some wool had been pulled over his face and he doesn’t realize what he was doing at all. When his lips came down on hers roughly, Roksolana closed her mouth tightly, not allowing his penetration. She was terrified of Jamal. When she tried to shake his mouth away, he grabbed her arm in a firm grip, and Roksolana winced as his nails bit into her skin.

She opened her eyes and saw hatred reflecting deeply in his eyes. What had she done to deserve that? Had she been wrong in warning him about the impending danger to his life? She had a feeling that he could kill someone with the rage he was feeling and not realize what he had done. Roksolana gathered her strength together and pushed at his chest hard. She made a pained sound as his teeth bit her lower lips out of surprise before he moved away.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jamal felt hatred blazing inside him. Hatred for Roksolana for rejecting him simply because of her lover. What does the man have that he as a Sultan doesn’t? There was a time she would burn under his touches. Why was it different now? Because of her lover? Jamal blamed himself for his patience with her. He hadn’t tried to force himself on her because he thought that she was a virgin, and he wanted her to give that gift to him herself. He was sure she had given it to the other man. The hatred doubled as he saw Roksolana bolt from the room to the door, holding the front of her dress with her left hand.

He took three long strides towards her and carried her on his shoulder. Roksolana screamed into his ears and he smacked her backside. That earned him some quietness. He took her back to the table and dropped her, this time he held her two hands with one of his own. He pulled down her clothes and watched as her breasts showed themselves on full display for his sight. He dragged the dress down the rest of the way, ignoring her scream. His guards would never come in and neither would any of the people on his sultanate, so her screams were just a waste of time. He pulled down her underwear. Tiny curls forming a little forest greeted him and he gulped at the sight. He couldn’t control himself anymore and pushed her up the table. He loosened the ropes holding his trouser in one swift motion. Positioning himself better, he entered her in one push.

Roksolana screamed in pain as she felt something invade her. She stopped struggling and stilled immediately. A single tear found its way to her cheeks. Her lower body was on fire and she was restless. She felt something fill her virginal up. Her heart thudded loudly. The single tear turned into a pool of water in her eyes and they began to fall freely. She was in so much pain. Pains that didn’t seem like it would stop. She bit Jamal on the shoulder hoping that would move him, but he didn’t budge. She knew that she had just lost her virginity to the Sultan. And although the women from her clan had explained the pain to her, she hadn’t known it would be this worse.

Jamal freed Roksolana’s hands from his hand and promptly held them back with his two hands. He began to move in her. He jerked his hips in and out of her with rapid motions. His moaning grew loud with each stroke he made. Somewhere in his fogged mind, his body appreciated the tightness of her virginal but his anger didn’t make him stop to think about what that meant. He went faster in her, his body screaming for relief.

Roksolana began to relax after some minutes. The pain she felt began to subside and instead, pleasure began to build up in her. She stiffened a moan that tried to escape from her throat. The Sultan had taken her pride away from her without permission, so she would not allow herself to enjoy whatever he was doing to her and her treacherous body. How could it think about enjoying the assault being wrecked on her? But the tension began to build up more as the friction between her laps increased. She felt like she was on a high cloud and only touching the rainbow can give her the relief she desperately needed. A moan escaped from her mouth before she could stop it.

Jamal heard Roksolana moan somewhere in his mind and thought that he must have imagined it. Nevertheless, that made him grow a little thicker. He pushed harder in her, increasing the tempo. And then, he lost total control of himself. As he gave one final stroke, his body spasmed and began to jerk and he moaned even more loudly. He felt his manhood relaxed and soft in Roksolana after a minute.

Almost there, Roksolana thought as the pleasure accumulated in her body some more. Her mind pictured the imaginary image of her on a cloud and the rainbow she was trying to reach. She was just about to touch it when her body registered to the fact that Jamal wasn’t moving in her anymore. After about a minute, she felt him pull out of her. Her body moaned the loss down there. Anger took hold of her body and she allowed it to rule her. With anger, she pushed Jamal away from her and watched as the man staggered over looking at her apologetically.

Jamal looked at the state Roksolana was and he felt remorseful for his action. With the release of his steam, the scale covering his eyes had fallen off. He had realized that Roksolana was a virgin and he had forced his way into her. He looked at the hasty way she tried to dress up and tried to think about what to say. By the time she was holding the front of her dress together and walked to the door like she was in pain, Jamal still didn’t know what to say to ease her hurt. But he knew that he had to still try and run after her.

“Dawn, I’m sorry. I was just…” Jamal tried to explain to her, but Roksolana cut him off.

“Don’t you ever call me that again.” She yelled at him, then walked on.

Jamal held her left arm to stop her. Roksolana let go of her dress and slapped him hard across the face. She picked up her dress, held it tightly again, and walked away from him. Roksolana watched as the guards tried their best not to stare at her, and was at least grateful for the respect they tried to give her. She was also thankful for the night they were already in as she disappeared into the cover of the shadow of the night.

Jamal watched as Roksolana walked away and let her go. Now was not the time to explain anything to her. She was simply too angry at him at the moment. He walked to one of the chairs in the room and sat down. He placed his head between the palms of his hands which were rested on his knees.

“What have I done?” He asked himself loudly, regretting every of his action.