After the master left, – his name is Jared Harrington. I saw it on his driver’s license when I hid inside his car during the night when he was in the middle of an orgy with three girls. He was thirty, just as he appeared – leaving me alone in the apartment, I didn’t call the lobby as I should have done. Instead, I explored his apartment. It was an incredible place. The rooms were large and the decor was very sophisticated. There were two rooms in the first floor, the library and the kitchen. Upstairs, there were three bedrooms and an office. However, I was fascinated by the height of the building and the incredible view we had from downtown.
The terrace was dreamlike. It had a heated swimming pool, real coconut-trees and sun loungers. This place was my dream house. It was as if I projected it from my most deep desires. I doubted anyone who lived in such a place could ever be sad, but unfortunately Jared seemed to be. What happened in the parking lot wasn’t faked, he really had a serious condition, but he obviously didn’t want to tell me about it.
After I explored the entire place, I used his computer to talk with my uncle, Jamal, on the webcam. He was surprised to see me without the hijab and using the internet in a sophisticated place like this. He was even more surprised when I told him everything that was happening. I told him about how the owner’s brother harassed me, the fake passing out, the pregnancy I made up to keep him away, the fact that he didn’t buy us, but the harem was presented by the Prime Minister, the brother of the man who made me flee Morocco to escape marrying him. I told him about my attempt to escape. I told him how I missed my family.
I didn’t talk about how attracted I was to the harem’s Master, attracted as I never been to a man before. I was so bewitched by him that, even though I could flee his apartment without difficulty, I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay and make sure I’d see him again. His smell enveloped me and the strange sensations coursed through my body when he grabbed me in the parking lot, rubbing his body against mine, were still very vivid. It made me want to experiment with it again, like a drug or something I didn’t understand.
My uncle told me never to talk about my former fiancé again, not even with the girls in the harem. If something went wrong and the American found out I wasn’t the right girl, the information could reach him and everyone would be screwed. He was a powerful in our country and he wouldn’t let such an insult to pass. He had the power to punish us in any way he wanted to.
I freaked out when Jamal said that.
He also said that my family and my rejected fiancé were desperately searching for me. He said that after some time had passed, and things had calmed down, I should call my parents from a public telephone, in case someone tried to trace the call.
We talked for a long time and that eased my heart ache and how much I missed him.
After a long chat, I went to the terrace. By the gigantic pool, I felt an absurd desire to dive into the warm water, just to know what it felt like. I bet the Master wouldn’t come home for some time. I checked the walls and to make sure there were no cameras there. I surrendered to the temptation, taking off my clothes and diving fully naked in the water. It was awesome! Not only the sensation of the warm water relaxing my body, but the freedom that I felt swimming naked was exhilarating. I never experienced anything like that before.
I swam across the pool several times. After that, I lay in the shallow part, with my face the only part of my body out of the water. I closed my eyes and just relaxed. My mind drifted to when Jared grabbed me in the parking lot, and the delicious sensations I felt in that moment. I wanted to revive that someday. My breasts were hurting. I wasn’t so innocent that I didn’t know I was turned on, my body begged for relief. I had learned there were ways to relieve the tension on the internet and in books, but I never learned how to do it by myself. Following my instincts, I crossed my legs and pressed, but it didn’t work. It just made me more and more excited, and the absence of relief frustrated me.
I just left the water, getting on my feet by the pool edge and I saw the man standing by the door, observing me.
I was so shocked I screamed and ran to my clothes on the sun lounger. I was ashamed, very conscious of my nudity.
“I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said in a rough voice. He was breathless.
My face burned in shame, and it got worse when I remembered what I was thinking about in the pool. I’m glad the humans can’t read thoughts.
“How long are you there?” I asked, wishing a hole would open under my feet and swallow me.
“Not long.”
I was so embarrassed I put my dress on as fast as possible and didn’t really care about how it looked. I put my panties after that, and I wondered if he could tell I was excited in the water.
“I…I just wanted t…to try on the w…warm water.” I stuttered, ashamed.
“You don’t need to explain.” He came closer and looked at my face. I could notice his eyes were darker than usual.
“I didn’t think you would be home this early.” I said.
At that moment, his brother, Jeffrey, entered the terrace and I got a thousand times more nervous. I was so ashamed by his presence I instinctively crossed my arms in front of my breasts. I felt more naked than I had felt before I put on my clothes.
“I heard a scream. Did something happen?” Jeffrey asked, looking between Jared and me.
What was he doing here? I felt more safe and comfortable with the Master than I did with him.
“Nothing. Inaya was swimming and I surprised her.” Jared told and Jeffrey looked at my dry dress, concluding I was swimming naked. As if I hadn’t been embarrassed enough.
“What a shame I didn’t look for you first.” He smiled and I looked down, my face was burning.
If something like that happened in my country, I would be hard whipped.
“Jeffrey will take you back to the country house,” Jared said, to my great disappointment. “I told him about your pregnancy, and he will take good care of you.”
‘I don’t need anyone’s care, and if I did, I wanted it to be you, not this jerk!’ I mentally shouted.
I thought about insisting in being his housekeeper, but I refused to humiliate myself.
“All right. I’ll just put on my tunic and the hijab.”
I left the terrace, passing between them, my arms still crossed in front of my chest.
Discouragement overtook me when I left the apartment in Jeffrey’s luxurious car. I sat beside him as he drove. I wished Jared were in his place, because being close to that man made me feel alive, and brave enough to show my real self. Jared was as interesting as Jeffrey was boring.
Again, it started to drizzle. With the low temperature, a thick layer of clouds covered the sky, giving it a melancholy appearance.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you are pregnant instead of faking a fainting spell?” Jeffrey asked while weaving through the crowded, wet streets of Seattle. “I’d have understood and wouldn’t have forced you to do anything.”
‘I didn’t tell you because I hadn’t thought about it then, asshole. I didn’t know you were so stupid to believe that a man who uses a harem’s woman would believe she had access to the internet for any purpose, especially to learn a new language.’ I thought. Instead, I said, “Sorry, sir. I thought you wouldn’t understand.”
“You have a beautiful accent, you know that? You could have told me you speak English, too.”
“I didn’t want to lie. I was just scared I’d be returned or exiled. In our culture, different people are not acceptable.”
In ours, it wouldn’t happen. If I thought you were special before, now I think you’re even more so because you put in a lot of effort to learn a new language even despite your circumstance. It must have been especially difficult to love a man who abused you.
Oh! So, did he see that as abusing someone? I was shocked. If he viewed it that way, why did he try to treat me the same way?
“I think this is abusive, too.” I said.
He finally understood the contradiction between his acts and words and stared at me, in shock.
“What happened between me and the girls wasn’t abuse. I treated them very well and they liked what we did. Did they complain about something?
“In their training, pretending convincingly is the final test.”
“Not bragging, but I know how to identify whether a woman is lying or not.”
I didn’t want to talk about it anymore, because if someone didn’t know about this art, it was me.
We soon changed subjects and talked until we got to the country house.
Jeffrey wasn’t unbearable at all when we talked at length. The conversation was interesting, although I knew he would have preferred to have sex rather than talk to me.
When we parked in front of the house, he let me know he didn’t want to go inside. Instead, he took my hands, looked deep inside my eyes and spoke. “Inaya, I want to apologize if I was disrespectful enough to make you want to flee because of my actions. That was not my intention. I didn’t understand it until we talked. From my point of view, you girls were all the same. I thought you were heartless, and you only had your body to offer, but I see you’re different and that makes me happy.” He paused, and it seemed he was looking for the right words. “I want you to know you’re very special to me, especially now. I’m happy to wait for your son to be born, so we can be together. Until then, I hope we can be friends.”
His words touched me. I never thought a man as impatient as Jeffrey would be eager to wait for my false pregnancy to be over, something that would take months had it been true. Only then, he promised, would he take me to bed.
Unfortunately for him, I planned to run away from that house before anyone noticed that my belly wasn’t growing. I wished it had been his brother who said those words.
“Of course. Friends,” I said and pretended to be sweet as an odalisque should be, even though it wasn’t my nature. “Thank you for your understanding.”
Before anything else was said, I left the car.
It was very cold outside and my body felt it. It was intensified by the drizzle and it made me run to the entrance.
As I felt the heat of the house envelop me, I saw all the girls and Samir sitting in armchairs in the living room, by the tapestry near the fireplace. They looked like wet chickens on a rainy day.
When they saw me, they got up to meet me and looked at me with inquisitive and curious eyes.
“Where were you, creature?” Samir was the first to ask.
“I ran away.” I took off the hijab and the tunic and sat near the fireplace, relaxing my body in the nice heat of the fire. They sat around me, waiting to hear what I had to say.
Samira was the only one to keep distance, sulky as usual. She was the only one I with whom I couldn’t be friends, the only one who didn’t like me. According to all the girls, she had been the King’s favorite in Morocco because she was the most beautiful of us all and she didn’t like the fact that the Master of our harem, and his brother, were interested in me first.
“What do you mean, you ran away?” One of the girls asked.
“I sneaked into the master’s car while he was inside with the others and went to the city, hiding in the back seat.”
I told them everything in detail. I told them about the faked pregnancy and the majesty of the master’s apartment, his warm pool and his collapse in the parking lot. Of course, I didn’t tell them he saw me swimming naked. That had been enough embarrassment for a day.
They were all speechless when I finished my narration.
“You’re very lucky they are good men.” Afaf, the girl I was closest to, said. “At least they will leave you alone now.”
“This pregnancy story won’t work.” Samira said, harshly. “If the master wanted to call a doctor because of your fainting, imagine the pregnancy. The doctor will find out the truth, and when they realize you aren’t supposed to be here, we’ll be returned and tortured for covering your lies.”
“I’ll be gone before that happens. If no one says anything, it will work.” I raged, but I had to admit she was right. If at any moment they brought an obstetrician to check on my gestation it would all be over.
“Where will you go, woman?” another girl asked me.
“Anywhere. I can take care of myself and get a job. I’ll clean floors and wait tables if necessary.”
“How can you give up this luxury, and a place where they treat us so well and serve us, a place where we have others to clean our floors?” another girl argued and then they kept silent for some time, concluding, I’m sure, that I was a fool for trading this for a life as a servant.
“She’s right, Inaya.” Afaf said. “Why don’t you have sex with them and finish all this? The master and his brother are gentle and gorgeous, and they will treat you well in bed. It’s not like marrying a big-bellied, ugly man.
“She’s right.” another girl chimed. “They are very good in bed. You will like it.”
“I don’t like his brother very much, he’s a little rough.” yet another girl said. “On the other hand, the master… what is this man! He has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen and when he finished coming, he was hard again! Also, he really knows how to give an oral.” She rolled her eyes and shook her hands.
“It’s true. That man is crazy! He made me cum three times, and I’m don’t come easily.” one of the girls who was with him that night sighed.
By now, I was used to hearing them talk about sex so naturally, and what had terrified me at first, soon didn’t matter. However, to hear them talking that intimately about Jared bothered me, and I didn’t know why. I simply got up and left the room, going to my bedroom upstairs, hoping they weren’t right about giving myself to Jeffrey and moving on with my life.
I concluded it was too late for that, because I already told too many lies. Besides, I knew we had everything in that house but freedom.
Almost a month passed and I couldn’t see Jared or keep him out my head. The sensations he made me feel in the parking lot had awakened an unknown part of me, and sometimes I wondered if I’d feel the same when another man touched me. Sometimes I wanted to try it with Jeffrey just to test it, but something inside me said I would regret it.
Jeffrey, on the other hand, came to the house almost every day. He brought me presents, flowers, or a box of candy. Other times, he bought expensive jewelry for me. He stopped trying to take me to bed and stopped going to bed with other girls at first, but that didn’t last long. In a short time, he was having his orgies again and acting like it was normal. Maybe it was, and I was just too old fashioned.