Sheikh's Unlikely Desire by Sophia Lynn Page A

it was inherently a subservient one.
    With Zayn, however, it was nothing short of lordly. He was still very much the one in control, and he was very much the one who was doing what he wished. Leah moaned softly as he ran his tongue along her slit, tasting her with a soft sound of satisfaction. She could feel herself grow even wetter as his saliva joined with her own natural dampness. She was already shivering when he started to lap along her slit, but then he raised himself to nuzzle against her aching clit. It felt as if she had been waiting for his touch forever.
    Her hands landed on his shoulders when the tremors started to shake her, and when they became more intense, she couldn't help herself. She shoved him away, unable to bear the intensity of the sensations. The moment that she realized what she had done, she looked down at him, horrified.
    “I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I'm so sorry, I didn't want to push you away.”
    Instead of being angry with her, Zayn was smiling, that same white sharp smile that made her feel so soft and needy, and she could see that for him, she had done nothing wrong.
    “You're unbelievably sensual and receptive,” he purred. “I have mares much like you in the stable.”
    “M-Mares?”
    “Yes. They're fidgety. They're temperamental and nervous, and a touch that they are not used to can send them halfway across Almira before I've picked myself out of the dirt.”
    “What do you do with them, then?” Leah asked, swallowing hard.
    Zayn knelt up. This close, she could smell her own scent on his face and his short beard. It aroused her even more, and she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
    “I bind them,” he said hoarsely. “I bind them tight, and then as they are restrained, they become aware of my touch. They realize it brings them good things, not bad, and after that, they are willing and loving as can be.”
    The whole time that Zayn was talking, Leah was aware of his hand rustling along her inner thigh. The skin there was sensitive, but he kept his touch light, just short of ticklish.
    “You're getting me used to your touch right now,” she whispered.
    Zayn nodded. “I am... but there is another part to it. Now I want you to lie flat on your back on the bed.”
    He turned from her as if he were that certain that she would do as she was told. He was right, because the moment he rose, she put herself into the position that he had indicated. He was looking around her room, as comfortable as he was in his own hotel room or his own house. There was something shockingly erotic about seeing this man that she desired so much in her own space.
    “Ah yes, these will do nicely.”
    She had a number of multicolored scarves hanging from a rack on her closet door. She had used them for years to bring just a little bit of color to the darkness of her clothing. She had never thought of what they would look like being dragged through Zayn's hands.
    “Silk,” he murmured. “Excellent. It is exceedingly strong, and the more you struggle, the tighter your bonds will get.”
    She whimpered a little when he took her right hand and stretched out toward the corner of her bed. He knotted the scarf around her wrist, and then he lashed the other end to her bed post.
    When she made that soft noise, he bent to kiss her, a gesture that was more sweetly reassuring than arousing. “Be calm, beauty. Be calm, and I will never hurt you. You will never come to harm in my care.”
    She watched, craning her head as much as she could, while he tied her other hand and her two feet. She was spread out like a sacrifice, naked as the day she was born, and he was still entirely clothed. He looked like a lord, and she felt like a naked slave.
    “There, now,” he said approvingly. “Now you will see what I have wanted to do with you since the moment I lay eyes on you. There is such a fire inside you, and now I will show you what I want to do with it.”
     He stripped himself with