Chapter Twelve
“I’m exhausted! I feel like I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster!” With a loud sigh, the Sheikh plopped onto the soft couch. Teresa, hooded in black as usual, turned several times, like a dog, and settled herself at his feet. Ward heard the faint tinkle of the gold hanging from her ears and labia.
Ward had previously succumbed to a similar lassitude in a large armchair. His found b***h, Gina, curled comfortably on the carpet in front of him. To amuse – and perhaps soothe – himself, he’d fully hooded her, first ordering her to darkly makeup her eyes and paint her lips deep red. He’d always found her tantalizing this way – her head unnaturally confined by a tightly cinched black leather globe, with only her garish ‘sluttiness’ showing through, above the expanse of naked c
