Indulge her

“Do you like that, Master?” Alison asks when she pulls off my cock again. Her small hand continues to caress the shaft slowly, but now that her lips are no longer wrapped me, I can think fairly clearly again. “Do you like having this proud daughter of a plantation family servicing you like dark-skinned ****?”

“Well, it looks like you got me good and hard again, so it would be hard to deny it.”

“In school, Mr. P, we learned how young Christian women like us were taken by Barbary pirates and sold into harems.” I nodded silently, I probably know more than is healthy about how raiders from the North African shores sailed the coasts of Europe plundering villages and even small town as well as boarding merchant ships making their way through the Mediterranean. More than once I've jacked off to pictures of half-naked European women being auctioned off as sex slaves in North Africa.

“If that Southern Belle was traveling to Europe on her father's merchant ship, she could easily fall into the hands of the Barbary Pirates. Her blonde hair and pale skin would make her highly valued by those awful men.” It isn't hard to picture Alison as one of those unfortunate young women.

Her voice drops as if she's sharing an embarrassing secret. “Especially if she was still a virgin...” With her hand still wrapped around my cock, there is no way she could have missed the twitch it gave and Alison smiles in triumph. “You could be one of those swarthy Moors who delights in defiling his hated Christian foes by despoiling a beautiful captive that falls into his hands. You could make me dance for you dressed only in these flimsy scarves.”

“You'd do a belly-dance for me?”

“If you want. Would you like to see this proud antebellum debutant dance for you, trying desperately to please you enough that you will redeem her for a ransom instead of taking her to your bed?”

“But if you dance too well, won't that just make me want to fuck you?” This time it's Alison's turn to nod silently with a silly grin on her face.

“That's right. Our heroine is in a lose-lose situation, but she still has to try.” Less than a minute later my sexy young tenant is standing in front of me with a veil modestly covering her face and another hiding her blonde hair. I had used the time to find the right music. Because of the nature of the establishment, I had a couple different Middle Eastern music streaming services to pick from and I chose the one that felt to me the easiest to dance to.

“Must I do this?” The Southern twang in Alison's voice is more pronounced than ever as she tries to get out of the situation. “My family will pay well for my safe return, Sir. You will not be disappointed ...”

“Dance!” I order curtly and turn up the music, “a woman as beautiful of you is good for only two purposes; please me on the dance floor or come join me between the sheets.” It was clear what that proud young woman would choose, but we both knew that she'd end up in bed with me no matter what.

As soon as Alison raised her hands arms, I realized with surprise that she knew a little about what she was doing. I knew she had been a dancer back in her hometown, but I very much doubted her parents paid to have her take belly-dancing lessons. Still, her body gyrated sensuously in time to the music and her hips and belly seemed to have a life of their own as she strutted and shimmied in front of me.

“Take off your head-coverings.” I instructed her with a coarse grunt. “I want to see that golden hair and your pretty face.” After just a minute of that, the golden straps on the dress slid off her slender shoulders and she continued to dance topless making me moan in anticipation.

The pace of the music picked up and as Alison moved at a faster and faster pace, I could see a thin sheen of perspiration form on her smooth skin when the music ended with a clash of cymbals.

“Please, Sire.” Alison turned to face me, shyly pulling up the upper part of her dress in a half-hearted attempt to cover her breasts as if she noticed for the first time the state of her attire.

“Haven't you humiliated me enough? Will you allow me to write to my family so I can be redeemed from this Hellish desert?”

“Oh no, my little goldfinch!” I pat the bed by my side in an unspoken invitation. “It would be an unforgivable sin before Allah, if you served any man but me in my bed.”