desert nights (closed)

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The sultan’s home (even though it was a palace he insisted every one called it a home) was alive with energy and people. The dessert sun had just begun to set over the sand dunes leading to a wonderful and breathtaking sunset that mixed with the roasting yellow sands and dusty scattered rocks. The sky was painted with wonderful hues of striking violets, blues, and a bright orange. Free of civilization the stars lit up ad sparkled with intensity across the sky twinkling down at the many camels and travelers returning to the village or heading to the party. Those who were not rich or important enough to get in starred at envy at the beginnings of the oasis that the sultans house had been built on. If it weren’t for him being such a kind hearted and good sultan some might have even taken up arms and rebelled but he was and it was only because of his mercy that the village had thrived so well. So instead they turned ignoring the opulent gate or the loud sound of partying emanating from the smooth sprawling house.

Abbas Amari the dessert sultan watched from his balcony as the belly dancers moved and danced through the crowd. He was still in his bedroom his clothes laid out for him on the bed as well as his jewelry and ceremonial sword. He felt the part of him that hated attending such trivial parties fighting with the side of him that enjoyed the parties for the fun. Of course for a man with such wealth as he had he could afford to throw a party every night if he wanted to. Even though he was sure some expected him to of late he had found himself enjoying the peace and solidarity his little paradise in the sands offered him. He felt himself longing to tell every one to go home slip his pajamas out side and have…. Her come sit in his lap and watch the sun setting against the sand dunes together.

“The negotiators from Cairo are here my sultan” A man said his clipped English accent giving him a air of superiority as he came in without knocking (only he and her were allowed to do so besides the servants) “You must get dressed and move to meet them”

“Of course you would say that” Abbas grumbled turning to him and closing the doors to his balcony not caring that his advisor Mr. Statham saw him clad only in black boxer briefs. He ignored his clothes for now and folded his arms smiling at his friend.

“I am the sultan I do not wish to go to a party” Abbas said using his best commanding voice “so why is my best friend trying to force me to go when I can have his hands cut off for insisting I do some thing!”

“Because your best friend knows your duties to your people come before your wants” Mr. Statham said dryly making no move to rise to Abass's bait “now get dressed and come down I expect to see you in twenty minutes” he said matter of factly before turning on his heels and leaving the sultan alone in his room.

Abbas grumbled and turned his nimble fingers dancing over the silk of his clothing. The thought of getting dressed and rubbing shoulders with every one made his shiver so instead he turned starring at himself in the large mirror that dominated onside of the wall. His 39th birthday was only a few days away and he was happy to see that his efforts to be healthy and fit hadn’t been in vain. His skin was deep and dark tan from the years being out in the desert, his body was muscular and fit as healthy as one could hope to look at his age, his face hadn’t lost any of its striking defined features and he scratched the light stubble on his cut chin for a few seconds as he studied himself in the mirror, his hair was the only part of him that had begun to give away his age it was still black as midnight but a few grey pieces had managed to sneak up on him.

Maybe she would think it made him look distinguished

He continued to stare at himself in the mirror getting lost in his thoughts oblivious to the world and his room

 

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If one wishes to simply define, a harem is the area of the household where the women of the family lived within the palace. It was always viewed as a romantic lavishing and extravagant lifestyle if one was chosen to live it. You ate delicious foods, wore silken clothing, lived in beautiful surroundings and made passionate love to a handsome Sultan at night. As odd as it was even the mother of the Sultan was a harem woman, all women from her to the lowest kitchen maid were technically slaves, yet they were not of the same rank, and within the harem rank caused jealousy which was something Jasmine found out quickly when she was brought from the orphanage to the palace by the Sultan himself at a very young age.

She was just thirteen when he came to the orphanage and chose young females to serve him for various duties. jasmine never had a real name till he brought her home and cleaned her up, giving her silks and as he stood there walking around her he decided upon Jasmine. She had found out that her name Jasmine came from a climbing plant with fragrant flowers which were used for a wonderful scented perfume. That thought had always made her smile, it made her feel special as she was always told by the Sultan she was. She was his beautiful aromatic growing flower of beauty.

All of the female in the harem were under supervision by one woman, she was slightly on the wealthier side mainly from bribes but she wielded much power. She was the official who had the power to execute a woman if she displeased the Sultan. Most of the women were called odalesques. Depending upon their beauty and skills, they were concubines, entertainers, or general servants. Some odalesques were given by the Sultan as wives to territorial governors, a mark of favor on his part and an honor to the odalesque.

Jasmine was hand picked by the Sultan himself, she was considered a 'jewel' which caused much jealousy among the others. The Sultan was more like her father than the king of his lands. As she grew older, each year she grew more beautiful, more educated and was taught to dance which she excelled at each and all categories. Jasmine rose to the top very fast, which once again created jealousy. She was permitted to enter the Sultan's bedroom without knocking, which was only permitted usually by the Sultan's Main man, his friend, assistant who catered to him in all needs.

Life was far from easy for Jasmine, she mainly spent her time alone so she read everything she could get her hands on, she watched silently as girls were taught skills from being taste-testers to bath girls to sitting in the kitchen and watching the cooks prepare feasts for the Sultan and events. When jasmine entered a room, all turned heads and stared at her as she walked with confidence. One could not miss her, her eyes were bright blue like the clearest waters, and her hair was long, soft and always neatly braided.

She wasn't perfect, she was also very head strong, and with a look she could seduce a man and didn't even know she was doing it. Dance classes were closed off from others, the younger males would sneak in and watch as she performed and all knew the Sultan would not appreciate her being oogled in such a way unless it was done by him and him alone.

The sultan spent much time with her, he told her stories about distant lands other than their own. He kept her on her toes when she sat wrong or didn't something that was not very lady-like and sometimes she would rebel and other times he would laugh and hold her close to him. jasmine loved when he doted over her, and he had no idea that what he was creating was a strong bind of love. One that confused her, she sees him as a father and yet she sees him to one day be her husband, and she his Queen. jasmine knew she would be able to conquer anything that was given to her, anything that got in her way, she was smart and thought things out well yet deep inside there was still this little girl inside an eighteen year old girls body.

It had been two days since her eighteenth birthday. She was no longer that little girl that jumped and played, made fun of the dancers when she had first came to the palace. Jasmine had always told the Sultan when something was wrong, or if she heard something through gossip letting him know far in advance, she was loyal to him and very, very devoted.

She sat upon the satin vanity chair and watched all the other girls getting ready for the party, to entertain and use their skills that they had. She felt envious as they flaunted it before her as she sat there braiding her long dark tress looking into the mirror as the others left as the music sounded out from below the high windows of the palace. The other's had always told her she was nothing but a harem girl no matter how special she was treated by the Sultan, she was told that one day she would be given to another and she had often wondered if that was a truth or a false tale out said from jealousy.

Jasmine often wondered why she was chosen, why she was taught to be well educated in all areas. her favorite was music and literature. She was sophisticated, yet was she just a giver of simple bodily pleasures like some, was she a 'fallen' girl who would be nothing but a blamed whore who sinned to entertain men and then to take leave perhaps with a bauble or a trinket that was given to them in payment? Would this man who treated her like a daughter do that to her? Would he break her heart one day before she had a chance to prove her loyalty and pure love she had for him?

She scoffed and stood up, she dressed in her best dance silks, teal decorated with gold, sequins and Rhine stones. It was two pieces, the top was a bra top decorated to the max and when light hit it her whole breast area shimmered. The skirt was to her ankles, made of sheer material which shown her long toned legs, yet there was a panty that covered her private area and half of her rounded firm ass cheeks. it hung low on her hips, a golden decorated belt hung over top of it showing off her slender form. She placed her beaded veil of jewels and gold upon her head and looked into the mirror seeing how they hung over her forehead and eyes. Then she added the teal matching veil that went around her face from her nose down, it was sheer and clipped with gold clips and she stood looking herself over. next she added golden bands upon her upper arms and around her ankles with bells that softly jingled when she walked.


Jasmine danced about the room, alone and a feeling of being defiant raged within her body and she quietly left the room and snuck down the back marble stairwell and peeked about corners and watched from an opened door at the party going on outside. The sky was beautiful as she looked at the purple and blur hues melded with reds, oranges and yellows. She could smell the camels as villagers walked them through and some were being ridden and wrinkled her nose at the smell.

Quietly she slipped out with a group of others and walked among them hiding herself from those in which she lived with. Making her way through the rowdy crowd she slowly began to move her body and dance letting herself get lost in the flow of the music surrounding her forgetting who she was. men watched her body move perfectly like a snake, her arms waved above and out at her sides as she tossed her head around. The thin fabric flowed, moving with her in the breeze, showing her shapely legs, which were toned and ones any young woman would wish for.

Jasmine twirled around, her silks flying up in the air as she grabbed the corners of the skirt between her fingers and thumbs and laughed out in fun, something she was needing in her life as she was lonely feeling and those ugly questions were pushed from her head as her body moved and charmed not only men of all ages but women as well.

 

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It was only when Mr. Statham knocked on his wood paneled door again that Abbas sighed and quickly pulled on his clothing. He felt the fine rich silk and lace caress his body but ignored it to grumpy about the party to really care about his wealth. Abbas didn’t put much stock in his wealth to begin with he freely gave it to the people in need knowing that he would never run out of it. He was the leader of the country a benevolent leader who his people showered with love and adoration and even money. His peace and negotiation talks with the U.N meant that he would remain a wealthy man and the ruler of the country for a very long time. He supposed he should have been happy with his “win” and his countries safety but of late he had found himself drifting more and more form his duties. Of course he still performed them but it had been a long time since he had actually really cared about it as long as the country wasn’t invaded or set on fire he could spend his time focused on the other thing on his mind…….

His jewel Jasmine had just had her eighteenth birthday and was now by rights a legal woman. He had spoken with the Madame in charge of training all the girls staying at the palace and was pleasantly happy to learn her training had not only been completed but she was on top of her class. He expected nothing else from his Jasmine she was smart as she was resourceful a trait she had developed out of need at that horrible orphanage he found her in. His blood still boiled at the acts committed in his nation and still remembered watching as they were executed and beheaded with out mercy. It was a war he had waged in secret tracking down every one responsible as he had done so long ago in his military days and making sure they were each taught the full insolence of there action. He still remembered coming home tiredly each night only to see his Jasmine running and holding some book and demanding he read it. How many nights had they spent curled up in the chair reading and him teaching her every thing he knew.

And now she was legally a woman

Which of course meant now it was time for him to make his final decision

He scoffed buckling his belt on and turning to adjust it in the mirror. The decision? Ha it had been made a long time ago when he couldn’t remember but made all the same. He had meant to tell her on her eighteenth birthday officially but sudden business had taken him away from her. He knew he had missed her birthday and hadn’t seen her since he was back which probably explained why he didn’t want to go to this party. He was protective of her (over protective according to Mr. Statham) and she wasn’t allowed to attend in fear some thing would happen to her. He supposed he could give her some more freedom but the thought of another man dancing with her or ogling her made his blood boil.

Oh yeah he was protective

“I’m coming” Abbas growled pushing himself away form the mirror and throwing open the door. He ignored Mr. Statham’s amused glance and stomped down the halls watching as his servants scurried out of sight. They knew his tempter was mostly harmless but also knew him well enough to get out of his way as fast as he could. He was loved even in the palace and all his servants and “slaves” knew they were like family to him. Every one worked hard and pulled their weight happy for the things he offered them and gave them freely.

He reached the doors and burst through them waving off the man meant to herald his presence. He wasn’t interested in the fanfare tonight when all he wanted was to get this over as soon as possible and give Jasmine her birthday gift. If it weren’t for the negotiators he would have ignored the party all together but alas he couldn’t. Instead he would go straight to them and with any luck be done in an hour and go seek out Jasmine she was usually in the garden or in her room and would be easy to seek out if she knew he was looking for her.

He found the negotiators easy enough of course they were situated right by the dancing girls. They were from Cairo and seemed just as eager to complete the negotiations as he was. He had no doubt one of the country’s famous harem girls were waiting for the two of them ready to pleasure them all night. He wondered if Jasmine would…….

He pushed the thought away and focused on the business making sure it was all handled smoothly and his country was not getting screwed. The negotiators responded in kind and after a few back and forth dealings and some angry shouting they both nodded pleased at the outcome. Abbas was pleased as well so they quickly shook on it as Mr. Statham hurried them off to go sign the papers. He caught his advisors and best friends eye and mouthed thank you knowing he knew he was eager to get back to his jewel. His business had been concluded at the party, which meant he was free to go and find her and talk to her. He felt his heart longing for her and turned getting ready to leave before some thing caught his eye.

Was that?

Abbas stepped forward narrowing his eyes as he realized one of the girls dancing was Jasmine. What was she doing out here?! She knew she wasn’t allowed out during the party! He watched her moving and felt his anger boiling over stomping over just as he saw a man going to talk to her. He quickly cut across him causing him to stumble and stop before he stepped into the dance floor. He didn’t even bothering shooting Jasmine a glare. Instead he stomped forward until he was directly in front of her and grabbed her arm all but dragging her off the dance floor. He saw a few party goers glancing at him curiously and fearfully but he ignored them instead dragging her across the grounds and the entrance way to his palace. Once inside he turned giving the guards a look that clearly said I AM NOT TO BE DISTURBED. Each of them visibly paled but nodded quickly going to make sure the angry sultans word was done.

Abbas didn’t say any thing instead continuing to drag her down until they made it back to his bedroom. He led her inside and released her hand turning and closing the door before locking it. He angrily slammed it shut and then turned folding his arms and glaring at her. His jaw working up and down as he regarded her as if he was at a loss for words or to angry to speak. Even though he was angry his eyes couldn’t help but soften as he took in her outfit and her face. It had been so long since he had seen her last that he had to fight the urge to throw his arms around her and wrap her in a hug. He loved her so much and even though he was angry he couldn’t help but smile softly a little at her happy to be around her again. He felt the weight of the box in his pocket that contained her gift but ignored it instead sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. A act he did when he was frustrated or disappointed and never one he did with her.

“Jasmine my jewel” He finally said moving past her and going to sit on the edge of his bed “you know the rules you know you are not allowed to leave the palace during a party and you are not to go to one it is dangerous there are lots of men and woman out there who might try and take advantage of you or think you are some one they can buy I keep you in here so you can be protected and because I would be lost if some thing happened to you you know better than this we have had this talk many times and you have always told me you understood…” Abbas trailed off looking at her not really sure what else to say. Should he tell her now? Should he explain her importance to him? Of course he always had but maybe she hadn’t heard it in so long she was starting to doubt it?

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Jasmine moved her ass as she danced, her hips flowed, the dance was more about the emphasis on the hip action, and less about flying arms through the air which as she looked around many of the other dancer did. It was about the correct posture and muscle control like any dance, which if a dancer had those under control her hips would move freely whilst avoiding back pain or any injuries and Jasmine mastered it.

Her body moved with the beat of the music, she showed hip drops, vertical hip rocks, how to properly lift and twist them to draw attention to herself and any eyes around. Her stomach was tight and toned, her feet and toes moved beautifully as she pointed them perfectly. She knew how to move slow, fast and how continuous movements of her hips or ribcage created an impression of texture or depth. What more so caught the attention of other high powered men were her shimmies and body rolls as she danced without notice of eyes upon her, her own little world, a bubble she felt could not be popped.

The outfit she wore, she knew was one to showed her leverage in the harem, it was more beautiful and dazzling than the others. it should have turned away men who knew the meaning behind it but instead it seemed to draw them in. The sun dropped and as it did the light caused her jeweled bra top to glisten and almost blinding.

Jasmine closed her eyes as her body swayed and her hips moved in a circular motion, her ribs showed against her soft tanned flesh. She never saw the young male coming towards her as she twirled and out of nowhere she felt her arm grabbed as she was brought back into the present and stood there stunned as she looked at the Sultan for a brief moment not even catching his face as his head turned quickly and she felt him drag her off the dance floor before everyone.

She knew she was in trouble for her rebellion, her defiance of the Sultans words she did not listen to. jasmine was dragging behind him as he walked so fast, her feet felt like they barely even touched the ground. She watched as the guards nodded at the Sultan as they swiftly moved along the halls towards his bedroom.

Once inside the room that she once thought was magical and still did she felt his firm grasp release and as she turned to him, his back was to her as he slammed the door harder than he had ever before. Jasmine heard the lock click and she stood there with her feet together shuffling them back and forth like a child would who was in trouble. She placed her hands upon each other locking her fingers as she dropped her head and then tilted it to the side and gave the Sultan her big blue eyes as he turned to look at her as she could see his clenched jaw moving and knew he was at a level of anger with her that she'd never seen before.

Slowly she watched as his facial expressions changed, his eyes were no longer showing anger, they softened like the rest of his face and he was emotionally coming down to a normal level of disappointment. Jasmine knew that if it had been any other harem girl she could have been punished in different ways, maybe banishment, or even perhaps death because of displeasing the Sultan. had she pushed her limits with him? Will what the other's say happen finally happen now since she is of age? Will he trade her, send her away? As all these thoughts went through her head tears filled within her eyes and when she closed them the tears flowed slowly down her cheeks racing as each droplet fell to her upper chest and down into her fancy jeweled bra top.

Jasmine loved this man like her own father, she loved him like a woman should love a man but he was The Sultan. She knew she could be his everything, she could please him in every way except for one which she had no idea about and that was sexually. Within the harem masturbation was seen as bad behavior and yet if girls were not picked to have sex with the Sultan or another man she would see them doing things with each other causing her body to react yet she refrained from touching herself.

The room remained silent except for the sounds of laughter and music from below. She watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose and stepped one step closer to him and as she was about to apologize he spoke in a calming voice, one she had not expected but heard so many times when he held her or sat within his lap as he read to her and spoke to her.

“Jasmine my jewel,” he said as he stepped past her and sat on the edge of his huge beyond king-sized bed that could sleep ten if he wanted that to happen and looked her over as he spoke.“you know the rules you know you are not allowed to leave the palace during a party and you are not to go to one it is dangerous there are lots of men and woman out there who might try and take advantage of you or think you are some one they can buy I keep you in here so you can be protected and because I would be lost if some thing happened to you, you know better than this we have had this talk many times and you have always told me you understood…” he said as his voice trailed off.

"My Sultan this one apologizes with all her heart." Jasmine said as she moved to him and stepped between his knees widening them a little bit more looking into his eyes. "I know you have warned me of dangers outside these walls, and I should have listened and I know this one should be punished...but..." She sniffled and shifted back and forth standing there. Was it now she told him what other's have said? Is it now she tells him how confused she fells within about her place with him? Jasmine has no reason to be afraid of this man. he had raised her and protected her, he had loved her when another tossed her away as a child. What if she did not please him in bed, would she even sleep with him that way? It was all to frustrating to her.

"My Sultan, I hear things other girls say, things they tell me, things I over hear and I am not sure where my place is within these walls with you my King." it was then and there she could no longer hold back the tears and fell into his lap and held him close. A young woman she was but at that moment she was a child needing answers, needing to hear where her place is within the palace and with him. Was she just there to breed the next heir like many of the harem girls were, the concubines? Jasmine knew is a son was not produced, she had heard that when older and no heir was produced harem women were tossed into secondary palaces where they stayed, ignored and left to survive however they could and to be an older slave was to be lucky.

 

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“Here things the girls tell you…” Abbas murmured looking at her in confusion. He felt her falling into his lap and his hands shot out immediately pulling her and manipulating her so she was sitting in his lap and pressed against his chest. His strong arms quickly wrapped around her pulling her deep into his chest and his scent letting it envelop and calm her as he gently smoothed her hair. He had never been able to say no to her never able to see her crying or upset. She was his flower his jewel she deserved to always be happy always smiling and never upset. It was almost scary some times to the slightly young sultan at the depths of his feelings for her. He wanted so many things from her A daughter, A friend, and even more so a lover. Of course ever since she came to the palace he had two of those as his daughter she was the life of the palace running around and causing a small ruckus wherever she went. Back then they were thick as thieves always seeking out the other and spending as much time as possible together. He still remembered the long nights they would spend curled up in his favorite chair where he would regale her with stories of the world. She always listened with rapt attention some times asking questions and some times just letting him speak. He only found out when she got older that she sat there because his voice calmed her.

Yet here she was crying and distraught on his lap talking about the other girls being trained in the castle. Abbas frowned deepened feeling like he was missing some thing going on in his own home (a thought that sickened him). When he talked to the Madame she assured him every one was getting along and that there were no issues. Yet his jewel would not bring this up if there wasn’t some thing wrong and she would never lie to him. Then here other words sank in and his eyes widened.

She was confused about her place in the castle? Abbas couldn’t believe she would be confused about that particular subject. Even when she was little he made sure that the Madame and her other teachers told her exactly what she was being prepared for. He wasn’t the kind of man to beat around the bush and even though she was young she deserved to know her place. Abbas was pleasantly surprised when the information only made her work harder and faster. She surpassed every one else training for their various jobs quickly becoming top of the class and the other girls……

Abbas eyes widened realizing what she was getting at. Every one knew he favorited her every one knew she could do no wrong. The other girls probably grew jealous of her and their relationship and started being mean to her. Not it seemed they were making her doubt their relationship or her place by his side. They probably were over there filling her head with all sorts of nasty rumors about him and what was going to happen to her. The thought made him sick and he gave a soft growl his eyes flashing with dangerous anger before the fear and concern for her was back.

“My sweet jewel” He murmured stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head “the girls have been filling your head with sheer nonsense they are jealous of our special relationship and wish to give you cause to doubt it you should have come and talked to me told me what was going on I would have spoken to the Madame and the girls would have been punished” He said shaking his head in disgust at what they had been doing to his Jewel.

“As for your place in these walls” He said kissing her tears away gently with a small smile “It is the same as it always had been when you come of age you are to become my concubine and share my bed with me your training will have been completed and you will be ready to join me and receive your reward I was busy and so I missed your birthday and I’m sorry for that but you are now a woman a young beautiful woman and it is time for you to take your place in my bed” He explain using the sleeve of his shirt to dry her remaining tears before wrapping her in another warm hug.

“My sweet Jewel” He cooed softly “how could you ever doubt your place in these walls you are my Jasmine my flower you are my most precious gift no matter what those girls say that will always be the case you are loved by me and you have more than earned the chance to share my bed and my heart”

 

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Jasmine heard him mumble under his breath, she could tell he was displeased with what she had told him but she knew Sultan was not mad at her which in turned made things seem much better for the day he would become truly angry with her would be a day she feared for her own safety, perhaps her own life.

His hands reached for her as she fell to him, he wrapped them around her and she, Jasmine felt something she never felt unless with him so close and that was 'home'. The Sultan's arms to her have always represented what home was to her. it was not the palace, or one of the 300 rooms within it but it was with him. The Sultan has given her a lavished lifestyle, one that for some reason she had been a chosen one, picked by him for a reason which she never understood.

He had no idea she would be beautiful, or easy to educate to become smart, to dance better than most who had been dancing for half their lives. Those were the things that made her feel he her father-like Sultan was magical. Childish thoughts always filled her head when it came to him, but those were what made her study harder and to want to excel in all areas. Jasmine was his jewel, she knew it in her head and heart but it seemed to be locked away in a dark area right new due to other interfering with her thoughts.

Jasmine wrapped around him, she listened to his breathing, she felt his hands caress her soothing her as her salted tears fell upon her cheeks. Jasmine held so much back that the Sultan had no idea about nor did the Madam of the harem quarters, and if she did she never spoke up but Jasmine knew about the bribes the madam took from others for certain favors.

The valide looked over the Madam, she was actually the Sultan's mother. She was the one that actually had the choice to pick girls for her son. The madam stepped in to take over the Valide's duties when she felt it was time to take a step back and trust another to stand in her place. The girls were told their goals were to attract the Sultan's eye, to get him into bed and to have them get impregnated to see who would have a male son. To raise that son to be the strongest, and to become the valide when her son becomes the Sultan. The valide held so much power for that time her son served as the Sultan.

Jasmine was specifically for him, hand picked, and told she was his for so many things. A child of that age understood childish things not sex, other's were told to keep it hushed around her, to not spoil her mind in ways she not need to know about. Unlike the other's she never had to compete, she never cared about the gossip, but she was always worried about the girls resorting to poisoning her food which was why she got food from the kitchen for every meal unless she spent it with the Sultan. In her eyes these girls she thought of harem girls/women not as sex toys but as ambitious cut-throats surviving by their wit. It was better and safer for jasmine to keep quiet than to say anything. Her life was in danger if she stepped out of the palace just as much as she was within its walls.

Her head lay upon him, she listened to the beat of his heart and then heard the growl as she squeezed him tighter letting him know she was there for him as she always had been. "My sweet jewel," he said as he stroked her long locks nd placed the kiss to the top of her head. That kiss was the one she fell asleep by every night the Sultan was around. When other's said they got one she knew better, she would feel angry yet not act out upon it instead she would sit within the gardens and read, write and dream, but she was not of age then and now she was.

“The girls have been filling your head with sheer nonsense they are jealous of our special relationship and wish to give you cause to doubt it you should have come and talked to me told me what was going on I would have spoken to the Madame and the girls would have been punished." he said as she lifted her head to look into his eyes.

"No My Sultan that would have only made it worse." Jasmine replied as he shook his head in disgust.

He kissed her tears away as she listened to him speak, that little young almost brat like little girl taking his lap awaiting a story was now a grow young lady. he would not talk about stories that would entertain that little girl but talk about what her place is as an woman of age. That was just what he did he reassured her that her place was with him, in his bed. He used his silk shirt sleeve and wiped her tears away, she opened her eyes and looked into his feeling him hold her tighter.

“My sweet Jewel” He cooed softly “how could you ever doubt your place in these walls you are my Jasmine my flower you are my most precious gift no matter what those girls say that will always be the case you are loved by me and you have more than earned the chance to share my bed and my heart.”

It was those words he had just spoke that changed her in many ways. it was then she realized he had kept his word to her, though he had never broke one. it was then her feelings of a father moved aside and the ones for a man, a lover took over. Jasmine stood removing herself from his lap and looked into his eyes, her body slender and tones, scantly dressed and she admitted she was ready. "My Sultan, This one is ready." Was she? jasmine had no clue but she was going to try her best to please him, to listen as he spoke and trained her to do her duties to please him as asked.

 

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She stood there before him ready or at least claiming to be. How could one be ready though? He was asking her to go from father and daughter to lovers and share a bed with him. Of course she had been trained in the ways of pleasure for a long time she knew how to do it. Of course knowing how to do it and actually doing it for the first time were to distinct separate things. Not for the first time Abbas felt unsure of what he was asking her or what he was about to put her through. His lust was building more and more and he wanted her more now that he knew he could have her. Yet the father in him hesitated as if telling him to be cautious and remember that she would always be his Jewel……

His baby girl

“You will always be my baby girl” Abbas said clearing his throat and reaching up to cup her cheek “you will always be my jewel and my flower I will always remember those nights we spent curled up together reading and learning I will always remember watching you run around the palace causing trouble with a sly smile on your face I want you to know that moving forward” He said speaking to her seriously as if she wasn’t his daughter but an adult. In truth she was an adult now a adult he was about to bed for the first time.

She needed to know that

He took her hand “time for your present” He whispered going over to the side of the room. He reached for a hidden panel and pressed down watching as a section of the wall click and swung open revealing a private room. He helped her step in and gently released her hand letting her look around. The room was specially made for her containing all her things. It was covered in jewels and Jasmine mixing with her favorite colors and patterns. There was a balcony over looking the gardens and a larger room featuring a huge tube that sunk into the ground and a large walk in closet.

“This is yours” He explained moving into the center of the room and stroking the large bed “You will spend all of your nights with me but it is tradition for you to have your own room connected to mine” He explained going over to a small table and pouring some wine for them both “as you know from your training you will be my harem girl from this point forward ready to serve me and fulfill my desires give me heirs if you wish maybe even marry me if you earn that right I will have no other girls and you and I will couple every night or whenever I want it” He explained bringing over the wine and gently handing it to her.

“You will do good” He said nodding at her “do not be nervous I know you have been… Waiting for this step for as long as I have together we will move forward and every thing will click” he brought her hand up and gently kissed her knuckles before sipping on his wine.

 

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Jasmine stood there looking to the Sultan, her eyes within his, hers red from her tears and her cheeks streaked but she knew this was part of what she was taken from the orphanage for, to have the Father-like man, the man that raised her to take her and show her what to do. To bring her teachings to life. She wasn't sure if she was truly ready but she was of age and she was raised for this. Was she doing this out of rebellion as well, forcing herself to have him make a move to show her that his words were true all along?

Her heart was pounding inside her chest, she knew as a harem girl she was to enter naked and crawl under the covers at the bottom of the bed, naked with only a flower in her hair. Was she doing this all wrong and embarrassing her self before the Sultan? Did he not really want her as a concubine? Was she not good enough to take to his bed? Was she not that special flower? Jasmine wanted to turn and run from the man who meant more than the world to her. he was the only father she ever knew, she had a love for him so deep that she would give her own life for him and she had a feeling he either had never had that other than food tasters and his mother.

She had seen women come and go from his bedroom as a child and knew for one day it would be her. She was offering her self to him and he was not taking it, she swallowed hard and tried to hold back those tears as they looked into each others eyes. She heard his words as he broke the silence, "You will always be my baby girl." he said and she smiled as her stomach twisted into knots.

"Always My Sultan," she said softly as he cleared his throat and he continued to speak of times they shared, as she watched her growing, playing, being a little girl that wanted nothing more than to be with him, to appease him all her life since he saved her from a life that could have been so much worse then where she is now. Jasmine respected that, there was no way she could ever pay him back for what the Sultan has given her which is why she would lay her life on the line for him if need be.

She moved as he stood and took her hand within his and held it tightly as he walked her, leading her across the large master bedroom of his and letting her know it was time for her present. jasmine looked to him and then watched what he was doing as he touched a panel and the wall opened, a hidden room that she never knew about. She thought she knew every part of this palace and she chuckled because he kept this part hidden from her.

He guided her in, helping her take that step up and walking into the room. It was beautifully decorated in deep red, dark greens and gold with garnets, emeralds and diamonds. She could see beyond and into another room, and could see the balcony and her heart beat quickly for another reason this time, it wasn't fear but happiness.

The Sultan explained that this was her room, and even though she would spend all her nights with him, that she needed to have her own room connected to his. She would now take the title as a true harem girl, HIS, the Sultan's to serve his every wish, to fulfill his desires and fantasies. Then she heard it, the word, 'marry' and that perked her up followed by her being the only girl he would be with. Jasmine wasn't sure about that part, she knew men from talk from the girls, she watched as a little girl around corners and peeking into rooms seeing girls doing things to men who had wives. She pushed the thought from her head and looked to him.

"Yes, My Sultan."

“You will do good. Do not be nervous I know you have been… Waiting for this step for as long as I have together we will move forward and every thing will click." he said as he took her hand and placed a kiss upon it. part of her wanted to be that little girl again he teased and talked with and then part of her wanted to be that woman that pleased him, and she hoped she could. Jasmine excelled at everything, was this the one thing that she wouldn't?

 

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The sultan had done many things in his life. He traveled the world many times, he wined and dined at the most exclusive restaurants in the world, he shook hands with the rich and the famous, and he had done so many things that no one else would ever get to do. The sultan had a blessed life one of loneness before her but a blessed one none the same. He was loved by his people and his country and because of that love and support they were no longer a third world country but a thriving vibrant country gaining more and more respect in the world. In the span of a second he remembered all the achievements both big and small

They all paled however in comparison to what he was about to partake in. This journey that he was about to embark on. Here his little girl stood waiting and ready to please him and give her self to him. A thousand thoughts flashed into his mind a thousand things he could say to her. He wanted to tell her she was his every thing so much more than she could ever think of. He knew she knew or well at least he hoped she knew.

It was time

He stood in front of her and gently ran his fingers through her hair for a few seconds feeling the strands part at his curious fingers. He finally moved his hands to her cheek and cupped it lifting it up and bringing her eyes to look at his. He starred into hers for several long seconds before he slowly leaned in until there noses were touching.

“Mine” He whispered before he gently kissed her. His full rough lips pushing against hers tenderly. It was the kiss of sweethearts the one that spoke of new beginnings and what was to come. He moved away and kissed her again this time more deeply and passionately hoping to stroke the fire inside of her. His hands moving forward gently running up and down her arms before he brought her close and continued to kiss her with passion and more importantly need. He moved her dancing her around the room before he picked her up and threw her onto the bed gently.

“I love you Jasmine” he whispered pulling his shirt off revealing his long muscular tan body “you are my flower” he said his voice thick with sexual desire.

 

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Jasmine watched him she wondered what had been going through his mind as he looked at her, was it the little girl he still saw that ran through the palace creating havoc, or was it the young educated girl who as he watched excel in everything she touched, or was it the girl who was down there dancing with the rest of the harem girls who men's eyes were watching, taking every bit of her in drinking in the young beauty's curves and motions like a fine aged wine?

If so he needed to choose the one that he could see with him, he had to choose to view her as the child, or the smart girl that talked politics with her and listened to what was on his mind as well as the stories of life or the sexy seductive young woman who was now showing signs she was ready for all she was told and prepared for. Jasmine was ready she thought, if it was to make him happy and to keep her at his side, to one day make her his queen she would do anything, anything to please.

Jasmine was in the pleasure of the Sultan one she called hers, she was told she was for him . She removed her veils in the privacy of the bedroom and he stood before her and she felt his fingers tease through her long locks not saying nothing as they stood there looking to each other in silence. His touch always sent a shiver through her spine even as a child, she dismissed it as a feeling of happiness and now as a young woman it was quite a different happiness within her gut.

The sounds around them slowly started to fade, the music wasn't as loud anymore nor was the laughter and singing. She couldn't see outside but she knew those left out there drank and enjoyed themselves a bit too much. She knew some harem girls were gifts given to the Sultan's men who visited earlier for the night to use as they saw fit but that was not her concern, hers was the man before her.

His larger hand felt rough against her cheek as he cupped it, she nuzzled into it as she closed her eyes for a brief second and then as she opened them their eyes connected as he lifted her chin holding the eye contact and said one word to her, he called her his...he said 'mine.' And he was right she was his , only his with every bit of her being.

The Sultan leaned in and placed his lips upon hers, this kiss wasn't the kisses like her used to give her when he retuned home from travels or when he tucked her in goodnight. It as a lovers kiss, one that was filled with passion and love for her as she closed her eyes and breathed him in, her Sultan, much older, much wiser and so handsome. he was the most handsome man in the world if anyone were to ask her. There was no one in the palace or surrounding lands that even compared to him.

The kiss broke as she opened her eyes and tasted him from her, she gasped a breath and smiled to him. He leaned in again and this time the kiss had more heat, more passion as she released a little sound to his mouth. One that came out of nowhere from deep within her feeling her body react to it as she felt his hands come up and move along her as he pulled her into him letting one kiss deepen and just break enough for another to take its place.

The kiss broke as he kept his beautiful flower close to him, he moved her around the room in a dance, she wondered if this was all part of it or just something he wanted to do but it didn't matter she was pleased to be with her Sultan. He gently picked her up and placed her on the bed as she bounced once and laid flat on her back looking to him. Her long hair was flared out around her head looking like a shiny , silky soft mane.

“I love you Jasmine” he said looking to his flower who he was about to defile. he was about to take another conquest, the difference was this one was like his daughter, none were every that from the harem. She was his special one, hand picked by him and him alone. Jasmine had seen him so many times without his clothing, mainly in his silk pants or the undergarment under them, but this was different. She watched not like a daughter this was through the eyes if an wanton lover, one that was filled with love and yet trembled inside hoping she could fulfill his needs. She would lie if he asked her if she was scared and she said no. Was easy to prepare through words and pictures but when it comes down to the actual act, she breathed heavier, her young firm breasts rose high and fell hard under the sequenced and jeweled bra top.

 

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He watched her his eyes dark and smoldering in the moonlight. He heard the party drifting out from her balcony as well as the moonlight. It was romantic in a way the moon light in her hair the party serving as a background for their lovemaking. He had meant to make it more romantic on her birthday have her join him for dinner shower her with some presents before bringing her into her new room. There argument and his absence had killed that plan but he resolved to have a private dinner with him tomorrow. She deserved a good birthday dinner…… He internally snorted realizing what he was doing he was about to make love to his daughter his Jasmine and here he was thinking about having a private dinner with her. He realized he was still sliding into the traditional roles they had before hand and carefully pushed that away.

He supposed he would always see her as his daughter in a way. She would always have that special place in her heart as well as the other. They had too much history and to much time together for it to ever go away. Even as lovers he would probably still consider her his little girl now just his little woman. A part of him liked that and a part of him was worried that it would prevent them from becoming lovers and she his Queen.

But he couldn’t see it any other way

He slid his pants down letting them drop and pool at the floor. He stepped out watching as his hard cock bobbed in front of him. The thick-coiled snake that was his cock bobbed in front of her hard already and shooting straight out. It bobbed in the moon light tan thick rigid with viens a light jungle of hair gracing his mound a pair of heavy balls swinging beneath the monster. He let her get a good long look at it before he crawled onto the bed moving towards her slowly and carefully to give her time to prepare.

He stopped in front of her kneeling on the bed and watching her hungrily “undress Jasmine” He said firmly his voice gentle but without any room for questioning “undress please my flower”

 

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Jasmine watched the Sultan, she could see within his eyes he was not there with her fully. He was somewhere lost within his mind as she knows she has seen this with him many of times especially when he sat in his favorite chair and just starred out as his moved his fingers against his chin and just seemed to be a shell of a great man.

She wondered if she was not what he wanted, perhaps there was another to take her place after all she had done, or maybe he was just not ready ...or maybe he changed his mind thinking she wasn't? As much as she loved him, worked hard for him there was always a chance that he could offer her to another Sultan of his choice, maybe that was what he was thinking? he made a wrong choice and now was taking it back?

Jasmine had seen him in many different forms of dressed and undressed, none of this was new to her until she watched as his manhood popped out before her and she blinked seeing it for the very first time in person, not in her head as described by others or pictures in a book. This was real, as she starred at it for a few moments watching it bob and sway like a toys she had as a child it almost made her giggle out but she stopped herself from doing so.

She noticed it was tan like him, the head was rounded and smooth and the rest of his manhood was thick like a tree with veins pressing hard against the flesh. She was in awe. As he moved around she could se his sac dangling and that made her even more inquisitive, thinking they had not prepared her for everything.

He knelt upon the bed, his body fully naked as she looked to him giving him her full attention and not to what was before her looking like a one-eyed desert snake. He had asked her to undress, first using her name and then again as he called her his desert flower. "Yes my Sultan," she responded as she moved and reached back undoing the clasp freeing her breasts from the bra top of her outfit and sliding it from her arms, her hands allowing her breasts, small and perky to move freely upon her chest as her nipples so pink and juicy looking setting on a dark brown ring.

Jasmine placed it aside on a chair and then reached back undoing the pants as she dropped them leaving her bare beneath but a small pair of panty type clothing as the sheer fell to the floor and she bent over, her breasts hanging from her chest like two fresh droplets of dew in the morning.

Standing up she slipped her thumbs in the last bit of material that kept her from fully being naked as she worked them down her toned tanned hips and legs. She bent and again her breasts swayed about as she stepped from the panty type clothing and places it neatly aside. There she was, naked as the day she was born. her hands to her sides as she looked to him, the mound covered by a soft patch of brown hair matching that upon her head.

 

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He watched her undress his body over charged with lust. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip wanting so badly to lean in and take her. More and more of her body became exposed to him causing him to pant slightly as the cool dessert air hit his sweaty lust filled body. He wanted her wanted her badly and with every fiber of his being. He would take her tonight and make her his make her a woman fit to be a Queen and fit to be his.

“You are beautiful my flower” Abbas breathed crawling forward and cupping her face gently stroking it with his thumb “the most beautiful woman in the world” He murmured before closing the distance and kissing her again deeply. He slid his tongue into her throat gently massaging and moving it with hers. He used his feet to kick her clothes off the bed and onto the floor giving them complete access to her large luxury bed.

He pulled away smiling at her and touching foreheads. It was a simple gesture but one he had done for so long with her ever since she was a child. Whenever she was hurt upset or he had been gone for a long time he would do it. Conveying to her she was home and there was nothing to worry about. He did it now even as they laid in bed naked and about to be lovers showing her that no matter what he was still her home.

He pulled away and ran his hands down her body stopping at her hips he gently tugged moving her so she was laying on her back on the bed. He towered over her before leaning down kissing her belly and moving towards her thighs. He wanted to make her feel good first and show her what making love and sex was all about. He loved giving oral and decided to move to that first gently prying open her legs and exposing her flower.

“Exquisite” Abbas breathed dipping his head in he felt her hair tickling his nose and he smiled his tongue flicking out and gently teasing her swollen pink folds. He grew a little more eager pushing his tongue against her lips and rubbing and teasing them gently. He moaned against her cunt before licking more and more growing more and more hungry as he went.

 

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“You are beautiful my flower...the most beautiful woman in the world." He said to Jasmine as she was there before him for the first time fully naked as an adult woman ready to be taken from him, so she thought. He cupped her face in his hands as he spoke, gently he stroked it with his thumbs while she looked to his eyes as he moved closer and kissed her.

She felt his tongue dart towards her lips, wanting entrance as she parted hers and felt his slide over her bottom lip into her mouth as he sought hers back to dance with it and she moaned to his mouth, her body reacting to a male touch, her Sultan's touch for the first time in a sexual and passionate way.

Jasmine felt his weight shift on the bed, her special dance outfit fell to the floor as she could hear the weight of the jewels and gold thud upon the carpet as his tongue teased and danced with her own in such a way she wasn't used to but she tried to give back to him. His kisses were always of one given to a child, a daughter and she was never permitted to be with another male ever, under what so ever reason unless permitted by the Sultan and that was never. he never allowed her alone with any male other than him, not even his closest friend, it was still NO.

She felt his tongue pull back and move across her own and her bottom lip as the kiss broke. He placed his forehead against her own and she could sense he was having issues with her being the little girl and the grown young lady groomed just for him. It was so easy to read as that gesture was one done when he wanted to reassure her of something when she was growing up, they had their own language between them, so many gestures for different things, praise, as well as disappointment which she saw only every now and then, each extremely emotional.

Jasmine watched as her Sultan moved back from her, he knelt there and ran her hands down her slender soft subtle flesh feeling it under her hands as he stopped at her hips as she bit her bottom lips. His touch causing those nipples of pink flesh to grow so hard as she felt a new feeling, a tingle within her as he pulled her down as her eyes dropped to his bobbing cock between his thighs.

The Sultan kissed her flat stomach, as Jasmine watched him and his cock, his weighted balls that moved with his motions. She was always curious and now even more so. His hands parted her thighs, she could feel his heated breath as kisses were placed on her skin a trail lowering down...down...and down till she could feel her nether-lips part, spreading open as she could feel her juices seeping from her slit.

“Exquisite”Was all he said before he heard her cry out in passion for the first time as she felt his tongue lick along her swollen petals tasting her as she gasped and her body writhed upon her new big bed.

Jasmine closed her eyes, her mind was spinning so fast, her body reacting to her Sultan's tongue and heated breath between her legs as she grabbed her satin/ silk covers and let out moan after moan as her body wouldn't hold still. This feeling within her she couldn't deny such a pleasure he was bringing to her as her hips danced against his face.