Captured For The Sultan’s Pleasure

Roksolana felt like she was drowning in a pool of water. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t break free. It was when she started gasping to breathe that she realized someone was trying to drown her. Apprehensive, she opened her eyes and found her head immersed in a bucket full of water. Struggling to breathe, she grabbed the hand of whoever was holding her and flipped the person forward. The culprit let out a loud grunt. Roksolana coughed until she felt her lung was cleared. She cleared her eyes and looked at the person who had just tried to kill her. She was surprised to see a man who looked like a guard on the floor.

Anger filled Roksolana up as the man tried to escape. She doesn’t even know the man or did anything wrong to him. Yet, he had just tried to take her life. Roksolana held the man by his collar as he tried to run away. The man tried to loosen her hold on him but she held on firmly. Roksolana felt a blow on her face and let go of the man immediately. As soon as her hands were off the man fled from her. Without thinking, Roksolana followed after him, running as fast as she could. She caught up with him just as he was about to climb the wooden fence to the next compound. She flung him down the wall and punched him right back in the face.

All of the anger she had tried to suppress showed itself at that moment and she took it out on the man. She kept hitting the man, over and over again. Soon people were gathered around her and the man watching the scene unfold.

“Why do you want to kill me?” Roksolana asked while punching the man hard.

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Jamal looked at the woman sleeping peacefully with her head lying on his chest and thought of ways he could get up without waking her up. Miriam had always been his favorite mistress, and he had never gotten any trouble getting aroused by her. Until last night. He had tried everything he could, but the only person that occupied his thoughts was the dark-haired woman who had refused to have anything to do with him. He had never come across anyone like her before. Despite all her suffering, she hadn’t even accepted the way out of it. Jamal pinched himself when he realized that he was thinking about her again.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Jamal took Miriam’s head off his chest as gently as he could, using a pillow as a support for her instead. He got up from the bed quietly and made for the door. He was halfway through the room when Miriam cleared her throat. He turned back and saw her sitting seductively on the bed without a single piece of clothing covering her upper body.

“Where are you going? Don’t you want to have a taste of this?” She asked, shaking her breasts.

Jamal nearly answered no, but caught himself in time. He had to at least try again this morning. It could be that he didn’t get his arousal last night because he had seen Roksolana. Moving back to the bed he had just moved from, he sat down close to Miriam. Tilting her head to his face, he kissed her lips. He felt her respond immediately. This was why he liked her, she always responded to his touch. He felt her take his hand and placed it on her breast. Taking the expo she had just given him, he cupped the breast his hand was on, kneading it softly. He heard Miriam release a long sigh.

He laid her down on the bed gently and continued kissing her. He took her nipple in his fingers and rolled it around. As he watched her facial expression, it was of pure bliss. Jamal took off his upper clothing and sighed. He watched as Miriam played with the hair on his chest, smiling seductively. But his mind wasn’t in the game, he couldn’t even bring his manhood to rise for her despite all she was doing. He stood up from the bed and put his clothes back on.

“What happened? Still can’t get in the mood?” Miriam asked.

“Must be the traveling that messed up with my body,” Jamal said as a way of explanation.

“Let’s try some more. I’m sure I can get you in the mood.” She told him.

Jamal was about to answer her when a loud commotion sounded just from outside. Judging by how loud the voices were, he could tell they were closed by. Jamal wondered what they were all shouting for, knowing that this was his harem. With his current mood this morning, he was sure to order someone’s death if the noise continued.

Jamal ran out of the house immediately he heard Roksolana’s voice. He didn’t even wait to hear Miriam’s explanation that she would be out when she was done with her makeup. Rushing to where the voices had been coming from, Jamal stopped short when he took in the scene before him. Roksolana was crouching on top of a man who looked unconscious and she was punching him mercilessly. Jamal watched as the men standing by pushed each other forward to separate them, but none of them did.

She’s going to kill the man. Jamal thought to himself, rushing forward to her. As soon as he got a chance, he held her hand to prevent her from throwing another punch.

Roksolana felt a hand grabbing hers from behind. She grabbed the hand and twisted it. She was surprised when she heard Jamal’s grunts of pain. She let go immediately and turned around.

“For Allah’s sake woman. You need to learn how to control your anger,” Jamal told her, holding his hand tenderly.

“You shouldn’t have grabbed me like that. You frightened me,” Roksolana accused him.

“Don’t talk to me rudely, woman, unless you don’t mind getting beaten up again. By the way, you have to explain why you beat one of my men to a pulp,” Jamal told her.

“Before I explain, you have to ask him why he was trying to kill me by drowning me in a bucket full of water,” Roksolana told the sultan.

“What? He tried to kill you?” Jamal asked.