Rule My Heart

“The Sultana says she needs you and that it is urgent!”  One of Sultan Yussef’s staff burst into the room without knocking.
He looked up and concern creased his features, and a quick flash of anger- had his brothers sent someone after his wife or son?
“What did she say?” He demanded information.
“Nothing- only that she needed you in your chambers now.” The aide simply relayed the message he was given.

He swept aside his papers, buckling on his sword as he left his study, calling guards as he went.  They stormed through the halls almost on a dead run and he wondered what was happening, fear, rage and hopelessness all fought for a place in his mind.   He slowed as he approached the doors, the guards flanked him as he drew his blade and entered.

His concerns and fears were all unfounded.  He quickly waved his guards away when he saw his wife sitting on a rug in the center of the room, kneeling, head down, eyes pointed to the floor a cloak covering all but her face.  He saw thick curtains on the far side of the room and music was already wafting gently to his ears.

“You said this was urgent Ahu what is it, where is our son?”   He was in no mood to appreciate or understand.  The stress of ruling an empire was making him slowly lose his mind.
“Safe, with the servants. For the time being I am your only concern.” She almost purred.
He wondered what sort of game she was playing, and what was really going on- had something happened to their son? had she lost her mind because of it? This was unlike her.
“When my lord, was the last time you relaxed?” She asked. “When was the last time you thought about your needs and not those of the Empire?”

“Ahu?” She had called him “my lord” or “master” in her days as a slave- they were married now, they had been for years. Why was she…?
She slowly stood, and when she was at her full height, dropped the cloak revealing the dancer’s costume he remembered from all those years ago. “You need to rest and relax Yussef.  For as long as you wish me to be so I am your slave again and you my master, use me as you will my lord.”

She kneeled again, the long slits in the skirt sent it forward to pool around her knees. She grew bolder- she knew she was safe and that her husband would never hurt her. She walked toward him, swaying her hips. He quickly reached for a chair and sat leaving his sword on the floor. She sat on his lap, holding her muscled arms around his tensed up shoulders while he held his around her bare waist. Her legs dangled down and she ran her bare feet down his.

So that was the game she was playing, he wasn’t about to let the moment pass. “Dance for me Albi.” He savagely whispered in her ear, “Make me want you!”  

He did like to see her dance, he did need the break.  He knew every inch of her body already, in and out of armor or civilian dress, her arms had carried a bow for many years, he knew her strength and wisdom but this time his eyes saw only one thing and reflected on how the years had only made her more beautiful to him.

Ahu Durquba smiled, she loved him dearly, what kind of wife would she be if she would not aid her husband in a time of need?
“As the Sultan commands…” She whispered back, sliding off his lap and back onto the rug.
He felt his tension and stress melt away as he watched her shake her hips, darting in and out of reach, but never letting him touch her. He saw her long legs in motion, her hair whipping around her, her eyes and jewelry sparkling.  

She arched her back, bending almost to the floor and then came back up.  Yussef ginned like a love-struck teenager.  He had always been impressed she could do that.  She crossed one leg in front of the other as she slowly walked toward him. He reached out to touch her, placing his hands on her still rolling hips and then running them down her legs.
“Ana bahebak Ahu Durquba.” He whispered in her ear.

“Oriido an akoona ma'aki ila al-abad” She whispered back to him with a catch in her voice as his hands found the small of her back.  She gave him one last slow hip shake, a final belly roll and reached out with her bare foot to stroke his leg. She inched closer and closer, slowly sliding back on to his lap.  He was still grinning, she knew him so well. He needed to be a man and not a Sultan for a few moments and his wife had given him that.

“Thank you Ahu. I needed that.”  His stress he was carrying left him with a deep sigh.
“I know.” She calmly stated and then tilted backward, showing off her long lean muscles. She snapped back into place and then stretched out her legs.  
She played the submissive slave girl again. “Is there anything else my master requires?” She asked in a rather suggestive but half joking tone.

“I need to return to work.”  He sighed.  She stood and he kissed her hand before turning away.
“I rule an Empire but you my love, will always rule my heart.”