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I couldn’t breathe, could only look down at the table as the sheikh started stroking a tiny nub of flesh between my legs. I knew about it, of course, but I had never tried to touch it, hadn’t even known how sensitive it was until now, with the sheikh making me want to scream at each tortuous stroke.
God, I hated that he was so good at this.
“Lady Ella?” It was one of the attendants, and I realized she was unable to serve me the third course until I leaned back on my chair.
The sheikh’s thumb started moving faster.
Oh, oh, oh—-
It was all I could do not to shudder as I forced myself to lean back against my chair. The position had my legs parting wider, making me more exposed to the sheikh’s touch.
The attendant bent forward—-
The sheikh slid the smallest tip of his finger inside of me.
I gasped.
The attendant froze.
Oh dear God, please go away!