[S] Savor her

You continue without speaking, raising her up to stand before you. She only meets your eyes when you make her do so with a grip on her chin. You taste her like sampling a fruit, pressing your lips to hers and dancing your tongue against hers. She tastes of oils and plain breads. You let your hands explore her body more thoroughly. Roughly feeling the weight of her chest in the palm of your hand and even drifting your hand to her womanhood. Fadia takes this passively. This sparks something in you. Not anger, something closer to a challenge, something closer to a curiosity. How far would she go? What positions and discomforts would she take for your pleasure?
First you bring out the oils, to lubricate her. Next you command she spread her legs far apart, but keep them straight, and lean over, supporting herself with her hands. Revealing the entirety of her quim and arse to your inspection. She complies, immediately understanding what you want. You admire her like that for a moment. Her breasts hanging like a beast's for you to take in. Her muscled legs giving her body substance to grip to, and her womanhood slightly opened from the position. Gently you take a position behind her, and oil her hole, she takes this passively, shivering once from the cold of the oil. This too was no embarrassment or difficulty to her. You would almost think she was smug if she was not so clearly terrified of your or the sultan's anger. You rub your manhood against her entrance, not quite hard enough to penetrate, but aroused nonetheless enough to derive pleasure from the warmth of her flesh and begin to blur the lines of foreplay and sex.
Your second pose is to have her kneel below you and take your balls into your mouth while you work yourself to fullness. She shuts her eyes, but complies. Her work is mechanical. No daring in her action, repetitive and consistent. As you feel her tongue and lips upon you, you feel your balls seize with pleasure, flooding your mind with lust. You quickly harden and choose to take her.
First you pin her to the floor and bend her legs back towards her. She demonstrated the same dull willingness, and let you push her to not-quite painful stretching before she let it show on her expression. Not even hiding her comfort from those who might revel in it. Even her pain was freely given.
Second you shift her, so she must hold her upper body, and you might drive deeper into her hips as you hold her legs. And again, she receives your vigor without complaint. You find you rather like the pose, but soon her arms start to give out.
For your final position, you forget your pretense, and take her like a dog. You hear her begin to moan with real pleasure, and the beginnings of actual pleasure begin to wet her, but you are too far along. Mercilessly, you drive your shaft into her and expend yourself. Fadia makes no noise of complaint or moves her hips to drive your pleasure deeper. So you satisfy yourself with a tight squeeze of her buttocks as the last of your orgasm pumps through you. You slip out of her. And demand one last cruelty upon her, as you pull her mouth to clean your manhood of your coupling. She gags slightly, but complies. You shiver in the post-orgasm, as the heat of her mouth and the drag of her lips cleans you. You pat her head affectionately. Or perhaps like one might a pet. You dismiss her, and she quietly regathers her clothes and leaves.
You revel in the clarity afterwards and think upon her. Fadia is indeed extremely docile. Her beauty was common. She was far from any noble birth. But there was no humiliation or discomfort she would not comply to. No sign of resentment shown in her eyes. This docility is her greatest weapon in the court. Beauty, status, and favor can all be envied. Can all be admired, and stripped away. Fadia's total docility served to let her escape the Sultan's full attention. And in the shadow, she could survive. You do not envy her fate. But you're left with a lingering awe, that such depths would exist in the life. You dismiss the lingering guilt of your part in the cruelty, and find your bed to fall into a black dreamless sleep.
Your wife does not join you until breakfast the next morning. To her word, she is displeased, but not upset. Acceptable.