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did.
    Mohammed watched her face so intently as she touched his
body and saw her blush pink, which spread across her cheeks. She pulled her
hair back and leaned across to sponge the front of his arms, forearms, wrists
and hands.
    She looked up at him expectantly and asked, “ What else do I wash? ”
    “ All
of me, princess, ” he
answered.
    Katharine blushed again at his pet name and knew he knew she
hated it. Then, she sponged his strong muscled legs and feet submerged under
the water, while looking away from him.
    He watched her eyes dart around, trying not to look at him,
and he smiled. The tips of her hair had fallen into the water as she bent over
to sponge his legs and feet. He picked a lock of her blonde hair and brought it
to his nose. It smelled of vanilla.
    “ Stop, ” she breathed out quietly
and tried to straighten up. She didn ’ t
want to be alone with him. She felt weak and anxious. She was touching him in
places she should not and knew that he relished every moment.
    “ I ’ m not fully bathed yet, ” he sighed into her ear
as he held her slim wrists to him. They both knew only his cock remained
unwashed.
    “ Yes,
you are, ” she
argued.
    “ Do
you want the sponge or your mouth to finish the last part of me? ” he asked softly.
    She blushed deeply and her blue eyes met his brown ones.
    “ That
is a whore ’ s trick.
Send for one of them, ” she said. She tried not to look at his large cock underneath the water.
    “ I
want you, ” he spoke
lowly in her ear. She tried to escape his grasp.
    His face was so handsome, she thought. Bronzed and
beautiful, with cutting cheekbones and his facial hair seemed more suited for a
pirate than a sheik.
    “ Please, ” she breathed out.
    It suddenly occurred to him that she never called him
anything. She never spoke to him. She had never called him sir, or sheik, and
certainly never Mohammed, because no woman did. He suddenly wanted desperately
to hear his name on her little rosebud lips. He ached to hear her call his
name, just as she would one day in the midst of her orgasm when his cock filled
her tight pussy.
    “ I
will give you leave today, in return for a favor, ” he told her.
    Katharine almost felt elated and then shuddered, wondering
what he would ask of her. “ Yes? ” she replied.
    “ I
would hear you speak my name, ” he said. His heartbeat felt heavy.
    “ I ’ m sorry? ” she asked. Katharine
didn ’ t understand.
    “ My
name. I would hear it on your lips in lieu of no more washing. ”
    Katharine could feel his large hands still encircling her
slim wrists and the sponge beneath her right hand. Her hands had been resting
on his thighs as he held her close to him. He sat reclining on the small bench
underneath the water while she stood in the water before him.
    “ Y-your
name? ” she
stuttered.
    “ Yes,
princess. My name on your lips. That ’ s
all I require for today. In fact, I will even bathe myself the rest of the day
so that you may enquire upon some better skills as a bather from Bashasha, ” he spoke sarcastically
as she looked into his eyes.
    Her eyes were so blue, and he found himself wanting to drown
in them.
    “ But
why? ” she asked him,
unsure. Why did it matter? Why should she say his name? She was nothing to him.
    “ I
would hear it, little falcon, ” he replied. He remained in the water, but his cock had grown and hardened. He
wanted her. He ached to break apart her slim hymen and watch as she turned
dusky pink from their lovemaking.
    He released her wrists from under the water and she suddenly
turned away from him. As she turned away from him, he reached under the water
and stroked his cock. Oh, what a mistake! It hardened and lengthened, readying
itself for the pussy it wanted. He wanted no other woman than the little virgin
who stood before him.
    Her hair cascaded down her back and he wanted to tie it
around his fist and bend her over the bath ’ s
walls and pound into her. She would cry and beg him for more