The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He heard her voice, but didn't reply. One step forward. Slowly. Then he felt her soft hands against his muscles as she moved closer to him. He looked up towards the ceiling and closed his eyes for a second before opening them and lowering his head. Of course she noticed something was wrong with him. He didn't expect anything less from her. He wasn't in the mood however to discuss at the moment. Malik glanced at the bed once. The same bed on which he had slept with her several times. Wrecked her lithe body to his liking. Shoved his needy, arrogant prick down her throat. Between her thighs. Inside her. Then his eyes met hers, but only briefly before he lowered them and looked away. He couldn't look directly at her. Not yet.

There was still anger inside him. But he was not about to take it out on her. Partly because he had experienced something close, although not the exact same thing, to what the women in the brothels experienced every night. Including Amaya. Some of them didn't even mind being in the profession. Of course they got paid for it, unlike him. He had been used for free. Not that he needed the money. But it was the feeling of being utterly humiliated that was eating him inside. He had gotten past the anger once she had lowered herself down onto his aroused prick. He had even begun to enjoy himself until...until the heartless bitch, after being satisfied, had knocked him unconscious and ran away. Coward! He thought. Although he couldn't even call her that, knowing she was probably a real warrior, and hadn't just donned the suit for fun and games. Even then, she had left him with a broken ego. For some strange reason, he wanted her back. He wanted to finish what she had started.

Malik's free hand grabbed Amaya's wrist as he placed the dagger between her gentle fingers. He didn't really expect her to use it. But he didn't want it in his hands at that moment. His eyes still didn't meet hers. Then, four pieces of rope were pulled out from the pockets of his pants. An oblong piece of red silk cloth followed. Stepping towards the bed, he unbuckled his pants and slid them, as well as his underwear halfway down to his thighs before lowering his large frame onto the bed, sitting on the edge. The rope pieces were placed at the foot of the bed. His face was expressionless. His eyes however told a different story.

"The rope is for my wrists and ankles. The red cloth goes over my eyes. I will save you the trouble for that though. You...just..." his eyes glanced towards her, then to his erect manhood that was peeking out from between his thighs and back to her once, "...do not face me."

Malik then wrapped the blindfold over his eyes, lying back onto the bed and raised his arms above his head.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Amaya’s fingers unerringly closed around the hilt of the dagger. Her eyes went from it and followed him as he trod over to the bed. Her mind was in a state of confusion, momentarily overwhelmed with the current state of affairs. Something had happened to Malik.

She crossed the room, opening a drawer in her dresser and gingerly put the dagger in it before closing it. When she turned around again, facing the bed, she saw him sitting on the edge of it. Her eyes went from him to the four pieces of rope.

He wanted her to….

Damn. She watched silently as he tied the red cloth around his eyes and laid back on the bed. She kept her thoughts to herself as she approached the bed, taking up one of the pieces of rope. Amaya deftly tied one end around his ankle before wrapping the other end to one of the posters at the end of the bed. She gave it a sharp tug before tying it off. She repeated the process with his other ankle, all the while, shooting him glances as he laid on her bed. He didn’t move, didn’t respond. She moved to the top of the bed, securing his wrists in much the same manner as she had done with his ankles.

Her poor Malik. Something was eating at his soul. She wished she knew what it was. In that aspect, she was helpless. All she could do was follow his requests. Climbing up on the bed, she straddled him. Her back to his front. Her knees were on either sides of his hips as she rested lightly just above his erection, her shift riding up her thighs.

Amaya hesitated. Her fingers grasped the bottom of her shift and slowly pulled it over her head. Her mind was whirling. Her emotions were launched into a tailspin. They had never done anything like this. He always took control. He always…. The shift pulled over her face and she dropped it over the side of the bed. The tip of her forefinger came out and trailed up the underside of his erection. Again, a small hesitation before she lifted her frame, grasping him around the base to guide him into her even as she shifted forward to receive him.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He lay there motionless on the bed. She obeyed him as usual. Without question. Even while he was giving her the control. In a way, he trusted her. Trusted her more than he trusted himself at times. He needed this. She was his chalice. She would give him whatever he needed. That was the contract. His guilt ridden mind was conflicting with the highly aroused state the Warrioress had left him in. He was not able to get her out of his head. Even though now she was gone and he was with Amaya.

Malik felt his wrists and ankles being secured using the rope as she tied him to the bed before climbing up on it. There was a pause as he felt her bare thighs and bent knees brush against his hips. Then she touched him. He twitched against her finger before the other fingers joined it and wrapped around his hard, throbbing shaft. The tight wet warmth of her vagina followed as it cushioned him once again, sliding down over his prick.

The softness of her buttocks pressed down on his pelvis. His body arched once again, in the same manner it had a while back. The only difference was, it was on a different bed. With a different woman. And he was more than ready to be fucked. No struggle. No unnecessary tugging. No cursing under his breath. Malik's head dipped back slightly as Amaya lowered herself onto him. His thoughts shot back to the Warrioress again as that familiar feeling of his cock being engulfed inside her grinding cunt swept over him. The guilt could go jump in a lake. He was going to enjoy this and see it to completion. Even if it meant his thoughts were somewhere else and not on the woman who was on top of him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

As the engorged head of his cock slipped between her folds, pushing inward as she slowly impaled herself upon him, Amaya moaned softly. It was a slight sound, one of pleasure. While the pleasure was a physical one, she couldn’t deny the headiness of being in control. It was exhilarating in its own way.

Her hands pressed against his legs, just above the knees as she leaned over him, her hips bobbing up and down, taking a little more of his length inside her until with a final down stroke, she had him fully encased inside her. Her movements ceased. Her inner muscles contracted around him. Her hair swung over her shoulder as she glanced back at him.

What was he thinking? What was he feeling, other than aroused?

Facing forward she rocked her hips against him, feeling him hit the entrance to her womb, making her wince as pain shot through her. Yet, it wasn’t a bad pain exactly. There was something to be said for Malik’s cock head knocking against the entrance there. She had heard it was possible for a man to even enter her womb if she was dilated enough. Amaya wondered, briefly, what that would feel like.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He started moaning softly as her muscles began milking his cock slowly. Her hips moved over him in a rhythmic fashion, up and down, back and forth, as she took him inside her, inch by inch, until the entire length of his shaft disappeared. His thighs felt her hands using them as support while her body slowly began to rock on top of him. It made his upper body arch on the bed. He thrust his own hips upwards, filling her up completely, stretching her apart with each stroke, trying to match her movements.

His hands tugged at the restraints. His body shifted on the bed. He was squirming underneath her. Moaning, as she slowly fucked his manhood, burying him inside her. He was her captive. But god it felt so good. She was obviously an expert at this. Not just the teasing. Or using him to satisfy her. But also in making the dragon purr in pleasure. He needed her to continue. To offer him that sweet release. Her lips encased him snugly as she slid up and down over his thickness. They squeezed him just enough to make him want more of her. Yes. More.

The sound of her moans brought Malik back to reality. It wasn't the Warrioress that was fucking him. It was his angel. It was Amaya. Fuck. He almost cursed under his breath even as his arousal was on the way to it's peak. Of course it was. Amaya was just as good, if not better, than the Warrioress, he thought. No! Damn it, Malik! Don't compare them! He let his head rest back against the pillow and relaxed, as much as he could, while the air inside the room grew warmer and warmer.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Caught up in the moment, lost in the haze of desire and wanting. Amaya became his wanton once more. Her hips rolled, undulated, against him like a belly dancer. Her hands caught her hair and lifted it to the top of her head as her spine straightened and her back arched. There was grace in the way her body moved on his. She forgot reality. She forgot where they were. What she was. This was Malik and she wanted to please him. Somewhere inside her, she wanted to please herself as well. She could too. He was tied to her bed. He couldn’t force the issue.

What made her hesitate was the feeling that something more was going on here. It wasn’t anything tangible. It was more of a gut feeling. It confused her. But the feeling of him inside her, pressing against her walls, moving in her body, made her hungry. Made her body hungry. She’d think about it later.

Her hair slipped through her fingers as her hands moved downward, fingertips brushing over her breasts, scraping against her stiffened nipples before fluttering over her abdomen. She leaned back slightly. One hand resting on the outside of his contours, the other flickering lower, over the hood that guarded the sensitive jewel under it. Her hips kept up their movement, rocking forward and back, against him, against her hand.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

"More."

It was a soft moan. Almost a guttural sound. A plea that escaped his lips as he writhed on the bed underneath her strokes. Those hips that he had held in his giant sized palms so many times were slowly but surely milking him towards an orgasm. An orgasm he had been denied earlier. He knew only Amaya could give him what he needed. He was so glad she had been there tonight when he needed her the most. Even more than when he had first entered the Abode earlier that evening. Little did he know his need was only going to increase ten fold, a few hours later.

"Harder."

Another plea. A low growl this time as Malik's hips thrust upwards, his body curving on the bed, arms and legs struggling against the restraints as his whore continued the gentle assault on his cock. Her walls crushed his shaft expertly, making sure the pleasure surged throughout his body. He felt her fingers slid over him as she leaned back, moving back and forth slowly. He knew what she was doing. Pleasuring herself. He didn't care. He was here for him. Not her. And he was going to get it. Tied up or not. His wrists tugged hard against the ropes as he felt as if she wasn't listening to his voice. He growled louder this time. Pushing upwards with force.

"Faster! Fuck. Me. Faster."

A man tied to the bed, blindfolded, and in a highly aroused state of mind and body, was ordering the woman riding his cock to follow his commands. Someone looking from the outside might have found that very, very amusing. But he hadn't given her all that gold for disobeying him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Leaning back, a hand on each side of him now, she used them as leverage to move her body back and forth along his cock. Some of the movement was light, sometimes she slammed her body against the base of his shaft, feeling the sharp tingle of pain as his head slammed against her back wall.

With his words ringing in her ears, her body throbbing mercilessly, she moved her body faster on his, rotating her hips periodically. She could feel the greedy need of her body pulling at him. Her legs, extended forward, bent at the knees, feet flat on the bed, took some of the stress off her extended arms that were pushing against the bed as she fucked him harder and faster.

She needed him to cum inside her. She wanted to feel his molten seed spray the walls of her womanhood, drenching them until it had no other place to go but to seep out of her like a river. Once again she shifted her body, changing the angle of which his cock fucked into her. Her legs refolded on either side of his hips. Her knees squeezed them as she leaned forward, over his buried shaft. The palms of her hands finding a place between his spread thighs. Her hips lifted and slammed down on the hard length of him over and over again. Her knees splayed out from his body, spreading her wider, making muscles, ligaments and tendons, protest as they stretched. She wasn’t thinking about his release, his needs or wants. She was lost in her own and so she fucked him. Rode him hard. Rode him deep. Intent on sending them both spinning off into space where there was no sound, no movement for infinite ticks of some internal clock. Then find themselves in a spinning, writhing, spasming heap.

Die for me, Malik. Die for me as you pour yourself into me.

Her words were not voiced aloud. Not this time.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

She obeyed him. Whatever the reason. She obeyed him. Her body began to move faster over his throbbing manhood as it rammed up against her walls with each thrust that went deep, his engorged head sliding from between her lips towards her womb, splitting her into two pieces as if a piece of tender wood was being repeatedly slammed over a stationary axe. Malik could hardly move his limbs. All he was able to do was control the movement of his hips to a certain degree. She was the one in control of the flesh. The mind however was a different thing all together.

It was not necessary to speak after that. His head was being repeatedly thrown back, wrists tugged at the ropes, back arched off the bed, as Amaya fucked her Master harder. She expertly changed angles over his prick to drive it inside her wanton, needy cunt. He didn't mind. As long as she was offering him what he needed without resistance. Then, he felt her knees part away from his flesh and the wonderfully thin layer of sweat that formed between their bodies was separated as well. She clamped down hard on him.

It was a blessing for both of them that his hands were tied at that moment. He could have really wrecked the poor girl otherwise. He was in a ferocious mood. The Warrioress hadn't left his head completely, even though he was now on the verge of going over the peak and fully enjoying the experience of being fucked by his whore. Beads of sweat formed over his face and chest. He was positive she was sweating as well. And not just between her knees.

Malik groaned for Amaya. He moaned for his angel. She was driving him towards the edge. And soon he was going to be pushed over it. And onto the other side. He felt the cum inside his jewels ready to rush through his shaft and erupt inside her molten heat any moment now. He could feel her own wetness dripping onto his thighs and his pelvic area. Wrists tugged. Ropes slowly cut against tough flesh. Bodies rocked. Throats whimpered. Minds screamed in silence as they fucked each other into oblivion.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her body kept moving over him. She couldn’t stop it if she tried. Amaya could feel his body jerking against the bindings he was held captive in. He was like a wild caged beast. Restless. Driven.

“Malik.” Her voice was hoarse.

“Now.”

That was all she could manage as she slammed her hips down upon him one last time for herself, forcing her body to accept the ramrod strength of him deeply inside her, capturing it there as she clenched around him, extracting from him every last drop he could produce. Then she simply collapsed over him. She was drained. Tendrils of hair stuck to her face and neck, drenched in sweat. Her body became lethargic. Her mind was emptied. Her muscles went weak.

She was done.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He barely heard her soft voice. She called out his name. He was ready. Ready to fill her with his seed and plant it deep inside her womb as his manhood plunged deeper and faster into her smoldering sex. Waves of pleasure swept over his entire body as his muscles contracted. Throbbing. Hard. Against her tightness. Then she squeezed again. And again. And again. Until all the juice from within him was drained and squirted into her eagerness.

His hands and legs went limp. His back that was arched up pushed flat down against the bed. Malik was panting. His body suddenly became weak for a moment. Breathing fumes. They were not of anger this time. But rather of satisfaction. Derived from the pleasure she had just given him. He was still buried, cushioned agains her walls. He felt the wetness between them as she collapsed over him. It was a mixture of passion, lust, and hunger. As always. Only this time, she had no idea what he had been really thinking while she fucked him senseless. She did not know what was really going through his mind. How utterly confused he had been. And probably still was.

Malik had just used his chalice like he usually did. But there was a difference. A certain Warrioress had never been inside his head, eating away at his brain, while his prick was inserted between Amaya's thighs. He knew this would be an issue at some point in the future. If not for anyone else, for him. But for now, all he felt like doing was just lay there. As if he was dead.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

How quickly it set in. The coldness. How swiftly reality asserted itself. She eased herself off of him, without a sound, without a look. Amaya untied him, avoiding his eyes. She picked up her shift from the floor and tossed it negligently over her arm. With careful, deliberate movements, her hand placed the shift over the back of a chair before she poured water into the basin on the little stand by the dresser, cleaning herself. She kept her back toward the bed as she drew the shift over her head when she was done.

She knew. Deep down inside of herself, she knew. Call it a woman’s intuition. Call it a gut feeling. Call it whatever. The bottom line was, she knew. She moved back to the window and her contemplation outside. He broke her heart. But she didn’t expect him to know it. She didn’t expect a thing from him. Gold. That’s all that lay between them, wasn’t it? He never saw the woman. Never wanted to. She was his whore. There for his use. And he used her like one, but never like this. Never with someone else in his mind.

She felt dead inside. She had wrought this. Now, she silently paid for it. Her forehead rested against the pane of glass again, her eyes closing.

But not before silent tears fell.

Nothing would ever be the same between them again or perhaps she should have thought, they would always remain the same.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Silence. He would have opened his eyes and tried to look at her, except he was still blindfolded. Malik felt her fingers brush against his skin as she removed the ropes from around his wrists and ankles after lifting her body off of his. His arms were free. It was over. He heard the sound of water being poured and a shiver ran down his spine. The Warrioress! No, No, No. Malik! Get a hold of yourself. It's over. She's not here.

He slowly pulled the red silk cloth that covered his eyes back over his head and out. His eyes fluttered, opened as his body stretched before he sat up and on the edge of the bed, throwing his legs down. She was there. Standing near the window. She had already pulled the shift back over her body. Malik rose and pulled his pants up once again, buckling them. Then, he slowly walked over to the window and placed a hand over her shoulder gently. His tone was soft, almost apologetic.

"Amaya..."

He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say. Few words were exchanged between them whenever he visited her. But right now, he was once more filled with emotions he had never felt before. And even those few words were trying really hard to escape his lips.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

“Don’t.”

Her voice was a ragged whisper. She squeezed her eyes closed. Slender fingertips brushed away the tears that fell. Her shoulders stiffened at his touch. She endured his touch because she had to. Because…. she wanted to. She knew the moment he was back with her. Amaya. His cunt. His whore. It set them miles apart.

She would have laughed at the irony of the universe if she could. Right now, she didn’t have it in her. She lifted her head, eyes opening, staring out the window blindly.

“You have always treated me for what I am. But right now….”

Her voice choked.

“Right now…. I feel lower than even that. If you’re done with me, please go.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Malik withdrew his hand from her shoulder and just stood there for a while, listening to her as she requested him to go away. He knew she was not an idiot to think something wasn't very wrong with him tonight. She was even smart enough to figure out she was not the one he was thinking about while he was fucking her...or rather..while he commanded her to satisfy him. It was the lowest thing a woman could feel, when a man had some other woman on his mind while he engaged with her. But...but she was a prostitute for christ's sake! Damn it! Why was he concerned so much? Their feelings didn't matter, did they? It was a game of sex and money for them. There was a sad undertone to his voice as he spoke softly.

"I'm not...done...with you, Amaya. But, I will leave if you want me to."

His heart ached. His head was spinning once again with the thoughts of his angel and the warrioress making a mess inside his brain. He wished he could just forget everything and go back in time. But that was impossible. Fate had played a dirty trick on him. But he had himself to blame, at least partly.

"I know there is nothing I can say or do that would make you feel better right now."

His tone was not as forceful and confident as usual. He felt mentally anguished. The guilt came back and was crawling over his brain. And his heart. He had always tried hard not to let emotions get the better of him while visiting brothels. Tonight had been an exception. He needed to try harder. Malik turned around and began the slow walk towards the door, even though it was only a few paces away. A single gold dinar was placed on the table, as always.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It was a whisper of a sound, but her ears caught it.

“Do you know what I do with every single dinar you leave me, Malik?”

At first, it was just the sound of her voice but then she turned, remaining by the window and lifted her tear tracked head to look at him.

“Do you even care? By all that’s holy, do you care about anything?”

Her voice was trembling so she clamped her lips shut a moment, but some devil inside her made her keep speaking.

“I was going to add, am I even human to you? But we both know I am. To some point, aren’t I? But because I live in this place, I live for money and for spreading my legs wide for you.

You have never once…”

She finally strode across the room to stand in front of him, her hands balled into fists at her sides. But her voice remained softly spoken. Tears threatened again, but she wasn’t going to let them fall.

“You have never once come to me with another in your head and tonight, there was another, wasn’t there? No matter what we have done together, no matter what you’ve had me do, I never felt cheap…. until tonight.

No, of course you’re not done with me, Malik. You haven’t used up all that money you spent on me yet and I’ll continue to bend over, spread my legs or get on my knees for you until you do.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He stopped in his tracks. His fingers left the door, withdrawing as he heard her voice in the background. Malik turned to see her staring at him, teary eyed. Her voice was shaking. She was obviously hurt. And angry. He just stood there in shock, her lips pursing for a moment before she continued to speak, approaching him. His eyes were having a difficult time meeting hers. But he did. This time, he didn't look away in shame, even though it was all over him. His facial features had softened. He could see she could have broken down any second. But he knew she was a strong woman. She had to be, living in this place for so long.

"Yes. There was."

Then his eyes lowered. Her words started hitting him like bullets. One after another. They stung at his already confused and shattered existence. But he couldn't complain. She had every right to speak this way. He had made her feel cheap. No matter what her place was in the Abode. He had made his angel feel like a worthless piece of flesh.

Malik wanted to tell her what happened. He wanted to tell her about the Warrioress. And what she had done to him. He was not sure if it was the appropriate moment, however. Maybe there never would be. Why would she want to hear details about his escapades with another woman. After all, he had followed her into that room. He could never deny he had felt attracted. But that was not what Amaya was angry about.

He stepped away from her, to the side and walked slowly towards the bed, sitting down on the edge, his face buried in his palms. He was exhausted. Mentally. And somewhat physically as well. Being tied up in that position for so many hours and the stress that the two women had inflicted upon him hadn't helped. He pulled his hands away from his face, still staring down at the floor.

"I...I followed her. She...she," his mouth went dry, "forcibly tied me to the bed and before I could..." the rage inside him slowly tried to surface, but he contained it, "...she knocked me unconscious and just left me there."

His heart was beating faster than it ever had before. His head turned as he tried to look into Amaya's eyes.

"Please forgive me. I never meant to...make you feel like that."

Malik could not believe he had just said all that.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Her eyes tracked him to the bed. She sensed and saw the turmoil roiling inside him. As he sat on the edge of the bed, his hands covering his face, her heart lost its cause. Her eyes softened as she moved across the floor to stand in front of him, slipping between his legs. She drew his head to her breasts. Her hands running over the back of his head. She rested her chin on the top of his head as she spoke.

“There’s always a storm that rages inside you Malik, when you come to me. Even tonight, when another was in your mind, I still found pleasure. Sometimes, I wonder at human nature.”

She tipped her head, kissing the top of his.

“I know you didn’t mean to make me feel that way. I am your vessel, Malik but I do have feelings. There are many women here that no longer do. They are dead inside. They no longer care. About themselves or others. I don’t want to become one of them.

You have no idea what it feels like to be someone’s whore.”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He felt like he could just cry right now. Let the tears flow. They didn't. He was aching inside. His heart wrenched. He felt brain dead. Her touch was as soft and gentle as ever. His head remained pressed against her chest. Her hands soothed his soul as they ran over the back of his head. As she kissed the top of his head, his own hands went around her hips and just held her, listening to her speak.

"I know you have feelings, Amaya. You're not just someone's..."

He halted. She was right. He had no idea what it felt like to be someone's whore. But tonight, he had come somewhat closer to understanding it. Just, somewhat. His temple brushed against her breasts before he leaned back just slightly to tip his head back and look up at her. His eyes found her throat as the top of his head slid against her chin. He breathed against her neck, his voice slightly calmer than before.

"Why do you think I spent all that money...just on you..."

It was not a question. Not one that he demanded an answer for anyway. It was not the time to make any demands at the moment and expect them to be fulfilled.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“I don’t know. Maybe you are the type of man that doesn’t like the idea of sharing or the thought of some other man filling up the woman of your choice with their seed. I never questioned why, Malik. I simply considered myself fortunate that you took a liking to me. I don’t have to worry about some stranger beating me near to death or trying to twist my arm off or pounding into me, bruising my insides, because he has had a terrible day or got into a fight with his wife.”

Her hands slid from the back of his head and came to rest on his shoulders. There were a lot of things she wished for. Most of them impossible. But one of these days she would be free of this place. She would buy her freedom back and bask in its sweetness. Until then, she would remain his whore.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He could spend all the money he had on her. Until he was left with nothing. She was not just his whore. She was his...his. But things weren't always that easy. She belonged to the brothel and he knew no matter how much gold he put in, he could never own her completely. He was not, that wealthy.

"It's because you are extremely precious...to me. I could never see you...get hurt, Amaya. Not by the men that come in here. Not by anyone else."

Malik felt her arms move from around his head as her hands rested on his shoulders. He looked up into her eyes. He knew he couldn't fight everyone in the world to save her. They were only together for a limited amount of time. If only, things were different. But he was doing the best he could, to keep her away from all the dirty hands in the Abode.

"So, tell me. What do you do with every single dinar that I leave you?"

He did care. He never showed it. Neither to the world, nor to her. But she knew. She hadn't meant them when the words came out of her mouth earlier. At least he hoped she hadn't. She recognized him better than that. Maybe.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Amaya’s hands lifted to cup his face and as he looked up at her, her face lowered and she did something she swore she’d never do, her lips touched his, briefly. Here was a moment that would never come again. Why he was the way he was, she didn’t know. He didn’t share. He wasn’t the type of person that opened up easily, if at all.

It warmed her, to hear his words. It changed little in the reality of things. But it mattered. Her lips left his and her eyes locked on his once more. Her answer was very simple. It was far more simple and uncomplicated than she was. Oh, the secrets she held.

“I give them to the church.”

She didn’t explain herself further. She didn’t want to risk throwing his mind into more of a turmoil with explanations. She wasn’t sure if he’d understand.

“Why do you leave me one every time?”

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

She didn't! Malik couldn't believe his lips as they touched hers, even though for a brief moment. She had never kissed him before. It was not in their contract. It was one thing she had never agreed to do. He closed his eyes as the softness of her mouth brushed against his. Her tender fingers were cupping his face. His hands and his body froze for a second as Amaya kissed him. His lips started to part. Then, a wonderfully warm feeling surged through him. When she leaned back and withdrew her lips, he just stared up at her in amazement, his mouth slightly open, until she spoke.

Church. She gave them to the church. Fine, he thought. He didn't want to dig deeper and ask her what she wasn't ready to tell him on her own. She would when she wanted to. But maybe she did give them to the church. Her next question brought him to attention. Malik brought his arm up and took her hand into his, squeezing it gently, his eyes scanning her face. Those cheeks, lips, that nose, and her beautiful eyes....those eyes! He gasped and gazed deeply into them for a moment. They held so much back than they revealed. Malik felt his head spin. What was happening? He wasn't sure. Maybe he was just tired. Her eyes always did mesmerize him. He looked away towards the window, closed his eyes and then opened them, smiling up at her once again.

"Why do I leave you one every time?" He shrugged. "I don't know, Amaya. Maybe so that you can give it to the church, I guess. Because I never set my foot in one. That's for sure."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She smiled. He wasn't ready to tell her why or maybe he truly didn't know why he did it. But they couldn't keep running like this. From themselves, from each other.

"Malik..."

She squeezed his hand. Her voice was gentle. This was odd for them. This tenderness and she had kissed him. She kissed him! She was shocked at herself. It told her more about her feelings where he was concerned than she wanted to examine at the moment.

"We can't keep doing this. Something's changed. I don't understand it. You paid out a lot of money to have me to youself. You make sure that I am taken care of. But every time you leave here, you leave that single dinar and I always wonder why. Do you know why I give it away, Malik? It makes me feel a little less like a kept whore. "

She wasn't sure how he'd take that, but it was the truth. She could have saved them up and used them toward buying her freedom, but that hadn't felt right either. Then again, some part of her wanted his money to go for a good cause. A humane one.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He continued to gaze up into her eyes as she squeezed his hand. She looked as beautiful as ever, if not more. He also knew she was right. There was no point in playing hide and seek. Things had definitely changed between them. But he still trusted her. His eyed held a curious look as she spoke. Then, a sadness swept over him as he managed a weak smile before even that disappeared.

"I...I don't leave the dinar to make you feel like a whore."

Malik's other hand reached up to grab hers as he tugged gently to pull her closer next to him.

"I leave it as a token of my," Malik's voice almost choked before he could continue to speak, "as a token of my...affection for you."

He didn't want to say love. It was a very strong word. People interpreted love in different ways. He wasn't sure how she would take it. It was better to be safe than sorry. He didn't stop there however. The words kept flowing out of his mouth.

"My parents died when I was a teenager. But I still remember, my father used to give a single gold dinar to my mother every chance he got, until they passed away. She was a...she worked here." Malik looked away from her at that moment. "My father got her out eventually and married her. But never stopped giving her the little token. I was born 6 months after the wedlock. They left me with all those dinars. I...I never knew what to do with them until...until I met you."

Malik's head turned as his eyes looked into hers. For some odd reason, he had just revealed to her, what he thought he would never be able to in a million years. He didn't know if it would make sense to her. If it would make sense to anybody really. How she would feel about it. But it was the truth.