House of Pleasure by Deborah Court (good books to read in english .TXT) 📕

slowly. It was well-lubricated by the balm, but she felt every inch of it, the polished gemstones rubbing her insides in a most pleasurably way while she widened more and more.

When Luke was all the way out, he let her take a deep breath before he thrust the dildo into her again, but this time faster and harder, pulling back, pushing again. The walls of her vagina gave way, and she relaxed while she allowed the giant cock to fuck her. It was hard and cold first, but it soon took her temperature until she could have sworn it pulsated inside her like a real man. Luke fucked her with the dildo, harder and deeper with every stroke. It took just a few times more and she came like she had never come before; her screams echoing from the old walls of the house.

Sean, who had been waiting for his Mistress in the corridor, threw open the door and stormed inside to save her, freezing before the bed when he saw that it was pleasure that had made her scream. He moaned when he saw her lying wide open, her shivering flesh ravished by a huge ivory dildo, some exotic-smelling ointment running down between her legs with every hard thrust while her whole body shook with the force of the climax. Finally, she lay still, tears of joy streaming down her face. Luke let the dildo slide in and out a few more times, gently, then he pulled it out and placed it onto the bed beside her. He lay down at her side and took her into his arms, placing kisses on her flushed skin and whispering endearments.

"Beloved Mistress," Sean breathed, his eyes filling with tears of love and sorrow. "What have they done to you?"

"I feel better than ever before, Sean," Jane answered, her voice muffled by the silken cushion. "I really need some rest now. Afterwards, I think I'll be ready to meet the Sultan."

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Chapter Eight

For a long time, the house had given Jane all the pleasure she craved, and men who served her in order to fulfill all her wishes. Now, it was her desire to serve. The whole essence of her existence was now to love, honor and pleasure the Sultan, a man she did not even know. But she couldn’t deny that she was excited about meeting him. She wondered what kind of man he would be and hoped that he'd treat her gently.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes and stepped through the high, golden-framed mirror the house had provided her as the entrance to the Sultan's realm. Before she reopened them, she realized that the scents around her had changed, the aromas that tickled her nose were … sweet, flowery, musky and sensual. She thought she smelled exotic flowers and sandalwood; she couldn't be certain of the blends but they made her nerves tingle and her senses awaken.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in the most luxurious place she had ever seen: a vast chamber with gold-plated walls and high, arched windows that held no glass but were covered with skillfully-crafted metal grates revealing trees, flowers and foliage.

The grating was not prison-like; you could see through it to the rounded towers and buildings of an old oriental town that nestled in the golden, already fading sunlight. A very petite woman who wanted to escape might manage to press herself between the metal bars, but a man could never fit through, even if he managed to climb the high, guarded walls of the Sultan’s palace. She heard the faint song of the muezzin in the distance, calling the faithful to prayer; and the chirping and piping of exotic birds.

She was at one end of the long chamber.  A high mirror – the one she had stepped right through – hung behind her on the wall. The floor was made of white marble and was covered everywhere with luxurious Turkish rugs and large cushions made of the softest silken fabrics. Several ottomans were lined up along the walls for the purpose of relaxing in the cool air coming in through the windows when evening came. Large water-pipes stood beside them.

On the other side, a large bathing pool was set into the floor; it seemed to be filled with fresh water. Its surface was completely covered with floating fresh rose and orchid petals. Around its sides were teak tables bearing an assortment of soaps, cheek and lip colors, balms, lotions and thick soft towels. Silver brushes, combs and hand mirrors were set beside them. Several doorways in the walls led to smaller chambers, doubtless dressing rooms and private bathroom.

But the most remarkable piece of furniture was a huge wooden bed that dominated the room. It was so large that six or eight people could have slept in it comfortably.  It was covered with a rich dark red brocade, silken sheets and soft cushions. A thin white curtain hung down from a golden canopy and shielded the sleeper from insects, but it gave no privacy for it was almost transparent. Janefound herself staring at the bed, realizing that it was made for a single purpose – making love. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine, and her heartbeat quickened.

“Welcome, My Lady.”

She winced when she heard a male voice behind her, for the stranger had entered so quietly that she had not heard him. When she whirled around, she stood before the most perfect man she had ever seen. His skin looked deeply tanned and flawless, and his upper body was naked, showing off his bulging muscles. He wore only a turban and wide silken trousers; a dagger peeped out from under his wide belt. She had to admit that he was attractive, with the noble features and regal posture of a prince, although he bowed deeply before her.

“I am Aamir, the chief eunuch,” he said. “I have been expecting you, Lady Jane. You came to this harem willingly, but