Chapter Five
The Slave Girl of Riyadh
A few minutes after we took off I felt sleepy, so I reclined my seat, stretched my legs out and took a nap. When I woke up I had no idea how long I had been asleep. I realized I had been using Khaled’s shoulder as my pillow. I looked at him and he was wide awake. We spoke quietly together in Arabic.
“Pretty t**s is awake,” he whispered.
I blushed once again and smiled.
“I have to admit I like it when you call me names, my Prince. I don’t know why I’m not offended.”
“You’re not offended because you are a whore.”
“I suppose I am, My Prince. I’m glad you think they’re pretty, for they are yours now, to do with as you please.”
I shut my eyes again. After all the s*x I felt exhausted.
“I was hoping you would stay awake and keep me company on this
