Kidnapped by the Arab

“My sister will help you as much as possible; she’ll explain some rules of coexistence, but I’ll explain a little now. By marrying me, you’ll gain rights; you can vote and drive. You’ll also have some public obligations as my wife; it will be mandatory to learn horse riding as there will be continuous events that require it.

You can finish your studies if you wish, or you could study another career you can pursue in the country. You can own and inherit property; my father accepted gender equality in the country, although some things remain on paper and haven’t been put into practice.

There are people who insist on preserving some traditions that strongly discriminate against women’s rights. My mother is one of those people who supports these traditions even though she’s a woman herself.

As for my father, although it’s allowed to celebrate events with the whole family together, he established that some celebrations must continue separately, women in one hall, and men in another.

After formally celebrating the engagement, you’ll have to accept your conversion to Islam, and you’ll need to reside officially in the country. Since you don’t have any close male relatives who can give consent for the marriage to take place, the Sheikh’s ecclesiastic will have to do so.

There’s something you may not agree with: you’ll have to change your name after converting to Islam.”

At that moment, Mía understood why Ahmed chose to inform her of these things in writing. She stormed angrily towards the Arab’s office.

She found him standing by the door, seemingly waiting for her.

“I knew you’d come. Please come in,” he said, noticing she was visibly upset.

“Your Highness, any other requirements for this humble servant to become your wife?”

“I’m sorry; I know it’s too much. Maybe I’m not worth accepting all this,” he said with a forced smile.

Mía stared at Ahmed, and he seemed genuinely embarrassed. For a moment, her anger subsided as she found it somewhat amusing to see a man of Ahmed’s stature and presence looking so embarrassed.

“What am I supposed to be called?”

“You’ll be called Aisha.”

“Who chose that name?”

“I did. It was either that or let my mother choose it. Aisha means a woman full of vitality.”

“I like my name better, but I suppose it’s acceptable.”

Despite her deep displeasure, Mía noticed she was starting to see Ahmed in a different light. He was a man forced into a position he didn’t want and had to respect traditions he disagreed with.

Ahmed noticed the way she was looking at him and felt nervous.

“Is something wrong?”

“Everything and nothing at the same time. It’s just that…”

Básima burst into the office abruptly.

“Is something the matter, mother?”

“The matter is that you know perfectly well you can’t be alone with this woman yet. You’re not married yet. After the engagement is formally announced, you’ll return to the Sheikh’s palace, and this woman must stay here. Our tradition doesn’t allow them to stay under the same roof.”

“You said it, mother. That will be after the engagement is announced formally. So, if you’ll excuse us, we’re dealing with an important matter.”

Básima left angrily, as she always did whenever she saw Mía. She considered Mía inferior to her son and disliked her greatly.

Mía felt ashamed of herself; what would Amira think of her now, especially since she had immediately reciprocated when Ahmed approached her?

“Mía, hey.”

“Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts.”

Ahmed had to attend to some people, so the girls said their goodbyes and left the office.

“Will you sign agreeing that Ahmed can have multiple wives?”

“I haven’t thought about it.”

“Well, you better hurry and think about it. You’ll have to accept or reject it at the signing of the marriage agreement before the ceremony.”

“It’s too much to process.”

“I know. You still have time to back out. Just think if my brother is worth all this for you to forget your previous way of life.”

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She became excited when she could see the baby’s face in the 4D ultrasound. Cambell turned to her, liking her reactions, especially when she got emotional hearing the baby’s heartbeat. They left the clinic holding hands and later went to a nice restaurant for dinner. Thara wore a black dress with a deep neckline that showcased her well-defined back.

“You look beautiful,” Cambell complimented.

“Thank you, sir. You look very handsome too,” Thara replied.

“I’m counting the time.”

“The time? For what?” Thara was puzzled by his response.

“The time it will take to take off that lovely dress,” he said with a mischievous grin.

“Hahaha,” Thara laughed. She took off her shoe and extended her foot, touching Cambell’s leg, slowly moving it up in small circles. Cambell started sweating when she got close to his crotch, and Thara smiled, enjoying seeing him blush.

“You’ve stopped eating. Didn’t you like it?”

“On the contrary, I liked it very much. I’ll ask for the check so we can leave immediately.”

At that moment, his mind became creative, and he decided to make Thara pay dearly for her boldness. He hurried to pay and leave the place.

Back at their apartment, he looked at her again and gave her a flirtatious smile.

“Now, little Cuban, what were you doing?”

Thara smiled and ran away, with Cambell chasing after her. They reached the bedroom, and Thara sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’ll give you a surprise if you manage to take off my stockings with your mouth.”

“Mmm, it’s a tempting challenge. So, here we go,” Cambell said.

He lifted her dress and gently took the stocking between his teeth, slowly pulling it down. When he managed to remove it, he did the same with the other one.

“Well, Mr. Cambell, you are very skillful with your mouth,” Thara complimented.

“You haven’t seen everything I can do with it,” Cambell said with a mischievous smile.

“It would be better if you showed me. I don’t just want to imagine it,” Thara replied, giving him a flirtatious look.

“Hahaha, that’s cheating! If I had removed the stockings, the prize would be mine.”

Thara opened her legs, and Cambell sat on the floor, gently removing the garment that obstructed his mouth from touching her most intimate part.

He skillfully moved his tongue, and Thara trembled with pleasure from his actions. After a while, she experienced the best orgasm of her life.

“Wow, Mr. Cambell, you were right. Removing my stockings with your mouth wasn’t the best part. Let’s find out if my mouth can be just as agile.”

She took off her dress, and they undressed each other. Slowly, she kissed his neck, sliding her mouth down to his abdomen and continued until she reached her target. She started moving slowly, exploring him from top to bottom. After a few minutes, she sucked every drop of his essence, lying down beside him.

Cambell positioned himself between her legs. The night was going to be long, and he intended to make the most of it. Thara had turned out to be more than he could have imagined. She was a whirlwind, and her zest for life was contagious. He realized he couldn’t live without her.