Slave to the Sheikh: Read Free

her.
                  No, he didn’t feel sorry for her in the least, not when she’d been teasing and tempting him, taunting and haunting him with her very presence from the moment they’d met. He looked down at the items on his desk.  And now this stunt? Just a quick glance at the objects caused his dick to jerk in his pants. 
                  “What did you expect would happen when these things passed through the detectors?” He lifted the bright pink dildo, then a small silver vibrator, shaped like an egg, that looked like it could double as a key chain.  His favorite had to be the set of hot pink rubber nipple suckers, and he couldn’t help but grin as he lifted the unopened package.  The picture of a woman, her bare breasts capped with two pink nubs, said it all.  Amir let his gaze stroke her tits, instantly noting her large nipples were now hard and pointing straight at him.
                  “Now these look fun, but I don’t think they will fit those nipples of yours.” He didn’t have to look at her to know the chocolate orbs of her eyes were probably shooting tiny fires his way.  Amir ignored her as he tossed the nipple suckers aside.
                  The last two items were DVDs.  He held one in each hand so she could clearly see the nude bodies of the actors and the titles of the pornos, although it was obviously unnecessary since she’d been the one to order them.
                  “Now I watched them both, and they were pretty decent but I must say, I much preferred Slave to the Sultan over The Sheikh and His Concubine .”  He looked at her then.  “What do you think?”
                  “I think you’re an asshole.”
                  “I meant, what do you think about which DVD you might like to watch first?” She glared at him with disbelief and outright rage brimming in her eyes.
                  “No?” Amir’s lips quirked into a smug grin.  He was mocking her, toying with her and she was hating every minute of it. Tossing the videos aside, he picked up a remote from the corner of his desk and pointed it at the flat screen behind her head.  “Yeah I’m not too fond of porn stars faking it either, I much prefer the real thing.”
                  He pressed the remote twice.  Daniella spun around, but not before he glimpsed the horrified expression marring her beautiful features.
                  Amir didn’t look at the screen, he’d probably watched the video a hundred times, the images forever imprinted in his memory.  Had he muted the sound, he still would have been able to recall every detail flickering across the screen, but he hadn’t muted it, instead, he’d turned it all the way up. 
                  The film was of her, from Monday, just after their last meeting.  She’d asked if she could use his private bathroom before she headed into the field. He’d agreed, thinking nothing of it, until the little care package she’d ordered off line had arrived with all her naughty little toys. 
    Khalil, his younger cousin, was a Lt. Colonel in Sharjah’s version of the U.S. Marines; he was also head of national security, which included securing the royal estate and its leader.  Khalil had brought the package and video clip to him two days ago wearing a wide grin.
    “This package caught my attention when it went through the detector. I brought in the dogs and it checked out. No terrorist or drug stuff, but I still wanted to scan through some of the video footage on our security cams before I opened it, just to be sure we weren’t dealing with a relic thief either.” He chuckled.  “Had I just opened the box, I never would have found the video clip.  You can thank me later.” He dropped the package onto Amir’s desk. “You’re lucky that I got to this first, or you’d have a bunch of horny soldiers lusting after your