Chapter 19 - Nora
I had a feeling deep down that he was more than just a powerful businessman. Sayid is too polished, too controlled—not just in business, but in every aspect of his life. Every move he makes is deliberate, calculated. A man who couldn’t indulge in the true pleasures he desired, needed. There is something larger guiding him.
I am not shocked. Maybe I should have been. But something inside me has known. The pieces have been there all along. I just didn’t put them together fast enough. I take a slow breath, my fingers still tangled with his.
“Well Mr. Hassan… I had a feeling you were more than just an impressive businessman. You don’t act on impulse—you calculate. You see the bigger picture, because you were raised to.” I exhale softly, shaking my head, clearing off any disbelief.
“I have a pretty good understanding of the politics of your country, so I assume your family is more of a figurehead for tradition. But even so, this is a lot.” His grip on my hand remains steady. Solid. “A lot on top of the weight your own business brings.”
He takes a sharp breath in, and I squeeze his hands. “But you’re also everything I have ever wanted.” I inhale shakily. “I love you, Sayid. That’s never going to change. My feelings for you are already rooted deep. No matter what, I want to be yours.” He lets out an audible exhale, having held his breath for way too long. I give him a reassuring smile as I continue.
“My only hesitation of joining you in your world… my only fear… is whether your family, and your culture, will accept me by your side.” I held his gaze, unflinching. “Because I don’t want to be hidden away. I want to be by your side, and I want everyone to know I am yours, and you are mine. Always.” His jaw clenches, his entire body going still.
Then I smirk slightly, needing to break the intensity just a little. “Also… when you say children, exactly how many are we talking about?” Sayid lets out a rough, startled laugh, and I know—deep in my soul—that no matter what comes next, we will face it together.
“Hayati, how you continue to amaze me.” He leans in and presses a kiss to the back of my hand. “My family will accept you as their own. In fact they will all be overwhelmed with joy that I have found someone to share my life with.”
“As far as anyone else is concerned, I have no doubt that everyone who comes in contact with you will feel the same. For the most part, my country will be happy to see me find someone to carry on tradition. Of course, there will always be those who do not fully agree with any choice I make, but not enough to cause harm. I would not risk having you by my side if that were the case.”
I nod, still filled with curiosity. A playful smirk tugs at his lips. “As for our children,” he continues, letting his voice drop lower, more intimate, “that is negotiable.” He runs his thumb along the delicate bone of my wrist. “But once I fill you with my seed, see your belly swollen, carrying our child, I don’t think I’ll want to stop at just one or two.”
“If I had my way, I would breed you, and claim you indefinitely.” My breath hitches, cheeks flush, and I clench my thighs, wetness building at his response. “The thought of you being mine in every way, bearing my children, being the mother of my legacy, our legacy…”
I can tell his desires run deep. I am more than just turned on by his words, I want to fulfil his desires more than anything. And I want him to fill me.
“My primal desires aside, I will always respect the boundaries you set for your body. You will always be in control. I will want you, and worship you no matter what you choose.” I shift in my chair as he smirks at me. “Speaking of which, are you on birth control?”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me as I blink across the table at him. “I have an IUD.”
He smiles playfully, tracing his fingers up my forearm. “That’s fine for now, Habibti,” he teases. “But eventually… it will have to come out.” His smirk deepens. “The sooner, the better.” I have the feeling he isn’t joking one bit, and I am perfectly alright with that.
I smile back at him. Completely content with being his in every way imaginable. Eager to be a part of his world, and to help build his legacy, our legacy.
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From the moment we step back inside the penthouse, the air between us is changed. We enjoyed our meal together, not only celebrating the accomplishment of completing my exam, but deepening our bond with each other by sharing stories from our childhood. Sayid told me so many stories, that I was already picturing what it would be like to raise our children in his world. Our world.
Sayid’s jacket is barely off before his hands are on me, pulling me firmly against him. My pulse hums in my throat, anticipation that has been building all day. I want him more than anything. Completely. I need to feel him inside of me.
His lips brush against my temple, then my cheek, before his voice rumbles low in my ear. “Are you sure, Hayati ?”
I meet his gaze, my breath catching at the raw intensity in his dark eyes. This wonderful, thoughtful man is still giving me one last choice. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Stop asking, and take me already, Mr. Hassan—” As I release my control to him, I feel his restraint snap.
He lets out a low growl, as he sweeps me up into his arms. “Mine.” His voice is deep and heavy with the weight of possession. He carries me into the bedroom, wasting no time, as he sets me down on the edge of the bed as if I am something precious, something fragile—when we both know I am anything but.
His hands frame my face, his forehead pressing to mine, our breath mingling as he whispers, “You are mine, Nora. My first, my last, and my only love. And I will spend forever proving it to you.”
His fingers brush over my lips before trailing lower, slowly, reverently. “You are by far the most beautiful thing I have ever touched,” he murmurs, his hands moving to the zipper of my dress. He drags it down torturously slow, exposing inch after inch of my skin. “And soon, you will be the most beautiful thing I have ever ruined.”
A shiver runs through me as he pushes the fabric off my shoulders. I know exactly what his words mean. I saw the enormity of his cock earlier. I have no clue how I am going to take his width into me, but for him I will do anything.
His touch is worshipful, lingering, setting my skin ablaze with every stroke of his fingers. His knuckles graze my collarbones, then lower, following the curve of my body as if memorizing every inch. “I swear to you, Hayati , I will worship you with every breath I take. Every inch of you will know my name. Every part of you will belong to me, as I belong to you.” He straightens, tugging his undershirt over his head in one smooth motion.
The soft glow of the city lights filtering through the window cast shadows over his sculpted body—hard muscle, olive skin, a man built to conquer. But here, now, his only conquest is me. He leans back over me, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I will never let you go,” he vows. “Not in this life, and certainly not in the next.”
His hands continue their exploration, mapping out every dip, every curve. “No man will ever touch you but me. No one will ever know you the way I will.” I tremble beneath him, my body burning with need. His mouth finds my throat, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses as he murmurs against my skin. He traces the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, his hands mapping me like a man starved for something he could finally devour.
“I will be the only one to hear your moans, your cries, and your pleas, as you break apart in my arms.” His fingers trace lower, teasing, exploring. “Do you feel that, Hayati?” he whispers as he presses his palm against my stomach. “This is where I will claim you, where I will make you mine in the deepest way possible. And when the time comes… this is where our children will grow. Where our family begins.”
A desperate sound escapes me, half gasp, half plea. Sayid pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his expression dark with promise. “But tonight, I will take my time.” His lips curl in a wicked smirk. “Tonight, I will make you feel what it means to be mine.” And as his hands roam lower, stripping me bare as he follows with his mouth, I know—there is no coming back from this. I have been claimed. Completely.
He settles on his knees, between my legs, and bows down to me. And as his mouth meets my hungry heat. His tongue parts my slit and immediately finds my clit. He is so eager to taste me again.
I arch up against him, and his hands move to my hips pinning me under his mouth. He continues his relentless devouring of my throbbing sex, and emits hungry growls of his own contentment. He works a finger inside of me, I gasp. He’s not claiming, not taking, but offering. Always offering. And I can already feel my climax building.
He pauses, denying me a release, and I whimper at the loss of his mouth on my clit. “You think I control you,” he says, his voice a low rasp as his hands slide over my ribs, caressing every inch of me with purpose. “You think I own you here.” He thrusts another finger inside of me, his gaze searing down into me.
“But the truth is, I only control one thing.” His pulls to a slight smile, his gaze locking onto mine, devastatingly intense. “Your safety.” A shudder rolls through me, the weight of his words pressing against something deep inside me, and his fingers hook deeper in me. “You decide everything else,” he continues, making my breath catch.
“You control your pleasure, you only share that control with me when you choose to. And when I receive that control, I promise you, you will beg me for your release—for more.” He has me completely hanging onto the edge, I am about ready to come undone.
“If you want soft, I’ll be gentle.” He presses a slow circle against my clit with his thumb, his voice dropping even lower. “When you’re ready for rough, I’ll give you that too. And when you want to let go of everything, I will gladly take it all from you.” His circling thumb picks up pace, fingers now pumping in and out of me again. “Whatever you need, whatever you crave—it’s yours.”
“Come now, Habibti. Let go.” His mouth returns to me with a renewed frenzy. With only the slightest suck of my clit, I erupt. He holds me under him, and doesn’t stop his sucking, licking and fingering for one second. It is so intense, I practically roll right into a second orgasm, not able to stop myself.
At this point, my moans are turning to screams. “Sayid…” I can barely say his name. He finally stills, and trails kisses up my thigh, stomach, and to my breasts. “Good girl,” he groans as his hard cock digs straight into my thigh as he moves over me.
“I will never push you,” he says, his voice like a vow against my skin. My breathing still ragged underneath him. “I will never demand for my own pleasure. I will never take what is not freely given.” He kisses his way back up, hovering over me once more, his forehead resting against mine. “I only worship.”
Something inside me breaks. Some deep, aching part of me that has never been allowed to want without fear. This man—this powerful, dominant, utterly consuming man—is giving me control. He is putting himself in my hands, his needs secondary to mine. His pleasure is in my pleasure.
Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I refuse to let them fall. “You’re shaking,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my cheek as if he can smooth away the storm inside me. “Tell me what you need, Qamari.”
I swallow hard, my hands finding his shoulders, gripping him, grounding myself in the feel of his solid warmth. “I need you, Shamsi,” I whisper. “Just you. Inside of me, now.” I try to keep my voice even, but it’s definitely coming out like a desperate beg.
His lips part, his breath coming heavier, and for the first time, I see the depth of his own surrender. “Then guide me into you,” he whispers, pressing himself against me, letting me feel his hardness pressing against my clit. “I am yours to command.”
Sayid’s body trembles above mine, every thick muscle coiled with restraint. I can feel it in the way he holds me, in the way his fingers grip my thighs but never tightening, in the way his breath shudders against my skin as he keeps himself in check.
He is waiting for me. For my permission to unleash everything I can feel simmering just beneath his surface. I guide my hand down, reaching between us, gripping his thick solid cock. He lets a low moan escape him. I rest his tip in my wet slit, and wait for him.
For all the power this man carries, for all the dominance he exudes—Sayid Hassan has only ever truly wanted to belong to me. And now, he does. Completely. Utterly. Forever.
His lips hover just above mine, his voice a raw whisper. “I will wait for you, Qamari.” His fingers trace up my sides, slow and deliberate, his control unwavering. “I will wait until you tell me I can have you. Until you tell me I can take what is mine.”
His body aches for me—I can feel it. The tension in his muscles, the barely contained hunger in his eyes, the way his cock strains in my grasp. He is holding himself back with an iron will, but I can sense how close he is to breaking, and I want him to break.
I arch into him, my breath hoarse as I whisper my plea, “Please…” His jaw clenches. His hands flex their grip on my waist, as if fighting the last primal urge inside him. I cup his face, forcing him to look at me, to see that I am not afraid. That I want this—I want him. I need him to stop holding back. “I want you,” I say, voice shaking with the force of my own desire. “Don’t hold back.” Another beg.
His entire body stills. For a breath, a single heartbeat, it feels as if the world itself paused for us. Then, everything changes. A low growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating through me as his hands finally— finally —grip me the way he has been aching to. The way I have been wanting him to. His restraint shatters in an instant, the predator inside him lets loose, and before I can take my next breath, he has my arms moved above my head, pressing my wrists into the mattress.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Habibti, ” he rasps, his voice thick with hunger, his lips dragging over my throat. “Once I start, I won’t stop. I won’t hold back . ”
“Good,” I gasp, arching into him, a desperate plea escaping me. “I don’t want you to.” A curse slips from his lips, and then he is gone. Gone is the control, gone is the carefully measured restraint. He takes. N ot because he is claiming, not because he is entitled—but because I gave him permission .
His cock slowly presses into me. The fingers he used earlier have absolutely no comparison to what I feel now. I am stretching wide around him. It is uncomfortable at first, but soon it is as if he is filling the very hole I have been keeping in my soul.
He continues to slowly inching into me, while circling his hips, stretching me to help accommodate his width. As he works into me, his eyes do not leave mine. The man who has been so patient, so careful, is gone. In his place is a man who has been starving for me. Who has been waiting for the moment I gave him permission to let go. And he does.
With one final push, he is all the way inside of me, and I cry out. I grip his shoulders, savoring the sensation of being completely filled by him. He stills for a brief moment, pressing his forehead against mine. “You’re perfect,” he whispers.
Then he begins a steady pace. He thrusts slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation of him being inside of me. The deep thrusts are worshiping, and as much as I am enjoying them. I want more. I want to know exactly what his unyielding pleasure feels like.
“You’re holding back,” I whisper. “I need to know what it feels like when you use me completely.” His eyes grow wider, and something darker battles within. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth as he continues his slow calculated rhythm.
“Qamari, I don’t want—”
I stop his hesitation immediately. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you. Show me Mr. Hassan, exactly how you like to lose control.” And with that shift, he pulls out from me completely. I whimper at the loss of him inside of me. He slides off the bed, standing at the edge. Then drags me to him, sitting me up.
He grips the back of my head firmly with one hand, stroking his wet cock with the other. “I have been thinking about what you said earlier this evening, time to be a good girl and show me what that dirty little mouth of yours can do.”
I practically come from his words alone. I silence him as I party my lips and take him into my mouth. My small hands replace his, and I work his shaft up and down. Even with my jaw open wide, his width is a lot to take. But I am enjoying every inch I take into my mouth.
I savor his taste as I work him with my tongue, slowly, deliberately taking him in, inch by thick inch. His head tips back, and a low moan escapes him. Then a sharp curse tears from his lips, his eyes practically rolling back, fingers tightening in my hair. “ Fuck… ” he groans, his voice wrecked. “Look at you.”
I meet his gaze from beneath my lashes, reveling in the way his expression twists. I am causing him to use such profanity, his body trembling at my touch, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Such a good girl, my good girl,” he whispers, his voice thick with pleasure. His fingers brush over my cheek, gentle despite the fire raging in his eyes. “So fucking perfect. So beautiful taking me like this.” I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, and he snaps.
A growl rumbles through him, and then his hips flex, pushing further into my mouth, his grip in my hair tightening. Not enough to hurt—never enough to hurt. Just enough to make sure I knew he needed
this, just like I do.
“That’s it,” he praises, his voice rough, his breathing uneven. “Take my cock Nora. Let me feel you. Let me use you the way I’ve been dying to.” I moan around him, and the sound unleashes him.
He starts his own rhythm thrusting deeper, his fingers caressing my jaw as he feeds himself to me, taking exactly what I had given him permission to take. He is using my mouth, thrusting deep back into my throat now. He isn’t holding back. And my body is trembling in complete pleasure.
I hold his hips, anchoring him to me, letting him know I don’t want him to stop pounding my throat. And he doesn’t. I gag, he pulls out enough for me to take a deep breath, and then he continues. Every gag causes moisture to gush from between my legs. Tears are now clouding my vision, but he doesn't stop, and I don't want him to.
The words pour from him between ragged breaths, between the sharp pull of my hair and the soft brush of his thumb against my lips. “My perfect girl.” Thrust. “My beautiful girl.” Thrust. “My princess.” Thrust. “My everything.” Thrust. I feel him tense, he is close to his release. Then he stills, pulling his cock out of my mouth sharply.
He pulls me to my feet, turns me around, and then pushes me down onto the bed. “Up on your knees.” I follow his every command without question. He reaches around feeling my wetness before circling my clit with his fingers. “So wet, so perfect, Qamari.”
Then he thrusts into me, spreading me wide again as he fills me. I cry out, “Sayid…”. He doesn’t stop. He’s circling my clit with the same intensity of his claiming thrusts into me from behind. His grunting matches my moaning. I take all of him.
He chases his pleasure with me. I let him fill me the way he needs, let him have me in a way he has never let himself before. “You are my only desire.” Thrust. “Mine to please.” Thrust. “Mine to love." Thrust. "Mine to use." Thrust. And with that I begin to explode. The most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. His name leaves my lips as a scream as he continues to thrust into me chasing his own release.
"That's it, Nora, take my cock deep like a good girl." His thrusts continue, and after a moment he finds his release. "Fuck," he roars loudly, exploding deep inside of me. I can feel the pulse of his cock as he shoots his seed deep within me. His voice is raw, moaning my name like a prayer as I milk every drop. I want this, I want him, in every way.
He lays his head against my back, and kisses me gently. Then he pulls out, leaving me breathless, lips swollen, and empty. He turns me towards him, eyeing me like something absolutely divine. Sayid drops to his knees, resting his head against my chest.
“You are my world,” he whispers. “And I will spend forever worshipping you.” And then he kisses me—deep, consuming, his. Just as I have always meant to be. And I never want to stop being his.