The Sheikh's Hired Love

By Kimaya Mathew

When Sheikha Zainab-al-bin-Shaida, the multi-billionaire princess, takes Tahir Usman as her submissive, she knows she has chosen well. Tahir, on the other hand, has his doubts about his masochistic submissive penchant for kinky sex. He cannot believe that one woman in the entire wold can make him so nervous and fidgety, even though, he has been stripper of a club in past.

Zainab's dungeon has revealed not just his hidden submissive nature, but it has also made the hunky submissive's perspective change!
Not just about his sexual nature, but also where his feeling for his mistress is concerned.
Dare he hopes that she will step up to his heart's desire?
Will the sadistic mistress accept and care for this submissive's heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimaya Mathew
• Release date: Nov 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310312991

Kimaya Mathew

Living in the valley of Doon, writing under the pseudonym "Kimaya Mathew" the writer is a enthusiastic student of literature. She lives with her parents and a small spitz namedBarbie.She started writing from the age of 16 and is an ardent "Harry Potter","Twilight" fan! She became fan of the field after Harry's world enthralled it. Recently, she has acquired Master in English.Kimaya loves her real name but writing under the pen-name is a thrill in itself.She can be contacted on ; [e-mail] can also join her on Goodreads!

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The Sheikh’s Hired Love

The Sheikh’s Desire Series

Kimaya Mathew

Copyright Kimaya Mathew 2015

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May I come in, ma’am?

Come in,

Entering the room, halting for a minute, in the beginning, Tahir straightens himself before he says.

Good morning ma’am.

Please have a seat. Says the person in the room, with the chair’s back towards him.

So Mr...Tahir Usman. Says the person, I see you have quite an interesting list of credentials on your resume!

Should he answer that one?

Hmm...Why did you do your graduation so late? That too distance one?

I.., he clears his throat while his fingers relax their grip on each other, I was busy...I had to support myself after.., he halts.

Is it something personal?

Yes, ma’am,

Zainab, says the person, I am Sheikha Zainab-al-bin-Shaida, owner of Shaida industries and...,

The chair swings around!

Before he can control his own mouth, it falls open. He fears his eyes are going to pop out of their socket, too.

Boy cut hairstyle, big aquamarine eyes, and small face but marred by a large scar on the right cheek! Looks like an animal paw or something...

.....be done. It will do your world well if you pay attention to my words rather than my face!

That slight arch of her eyebrows with the way she is looking at him. The small smirk playing near that small kissable mouth almost makes him groan out loud and red on his cheeks!

Geez!

He is blushing!

Shit!

I am sorry ma’am...,

A cold look is thrown in his direction. He wants to look down, side, up....anywhere, but in those eyes! He feels sweat gathering in the centre of his palms and at the back of his neck.

Oh crap!

Now there is a hard bulge in his pants, too. Can he be more obvious?

I said, she leans back, If the reason for your distance graduation is too personal, then I will not force you to reveal it...,

It is nothing, he shrugs. She tilts her head to sideways, comes forward and suddenly...he feels trapped! Though the office is significant. He can leave the chair and...

Actually we, that is, my mother and I were in need of money. There was not enough to support my education, too. I worked in trifle jobs, collected as much I could. Then she was admitted...,

Where was your father?

I don’t know about my father. he pauses, I never saw him...,

Tahir no! Don’t tell her! Do not dare to open your mouth...

Actually, even my mother does not know about my father. She is a down syndrome patient and has lived her entire life in the caring facility..,

I am so sorry, a serious look settles on that face, as if, she truly is feeling pity for him. I did not mean to hurt you.., she covers his hand with hers.

Fuck!

Shit!

He is feeling so shy before her. What the fuck? He wants her hand to be there...He does not want her hand to be there...he wants to stay...he wants to run! And what the hell is this nervousness racing in his entire being?

Let’s move on, she passes a glass to his side, removes her hand immediately making him regret that the contact has vanished.

So what were you doing to support your education after you turned sixteen?

I was a...stripper, he stutters, looks at her and feels that arousal and nervousness state returning to him. What the hell is wrong with him? Who is this woman? Some sorceress? A witch, maybe..!

Stripper!

Um...yes,

Which club?

The one situated near the old mechanic shop... Cloud Nine"

Interesting, she head bobs up and down as she starts going through the details of the resume again.

How much did they pay you?

Sometimes 35...sometimes 50...it depended on customer’s demand and on recruiter’s too. Actually, the most demanded stripper is paid the highest..., he smiles but skills altogether.

No!

No way is he going to keep dragging this interview...

And, Zainab picks up on his hesitation, How do you think you are suitable for the job of being my security guard? I mean.., she stands up, pushes her chair back and comes out of the side, "Looking at your