Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 69

-Jacey-

I resisted the urge to reach back and pull the thong out of my ass cheeks. It was only going to ride up again, and I didn’t need to give Ibrahim or the sheik the satisfaction of seeing me uncomfortable.

Instead, I wore the ridiculous dress with my head held high. Caleb had tried to get Ibrahim to bring something else, but the man had just laughed at him. So, Caleb was now in a truly foul mood.

I wasn’t sure if he knew whether walking in front of me or behind me was going to save the most of my modesty, but I also knew I had serious side-boob going on, and I had to resist the urge to tug at the fabric there as well.

“Next time he puts me in this getup, I demand you wear a Speedo,” I grumbled.

“Next time he puts you in that getup, I’m going to punch him in the nose,” Caleb grunted back.

We arrived in the gardens with Ibrahim still snickering to himself. The sheik was already seated at a wrought iron table. He smiled at us and gestured for us to sit.

Caleb went to pull out my chair, but Ibrahim beat him to it. I could practically hear the sizzle coming off Caleb as we both sat down.

“Caleb, Jacey, thank you for joining me. You both look very nice,” the sheik grinned.

“Could we have a discussion about Jacey’s wardrobe?” Caleb asked.

“No,” the sheik replied. “I had a feeling you would have your objections, and, frankly, I don’t care. If I don’t get to touch, I at least want to look.”

Caleb growled deep in his throat, and I placed a hand on his thigh. “It’s just a bit… uncomfortable,” I said to the sheik. “I don’t usually run around half naked.”

“I have videos we hacked from Masterson that beg to differ,” the sheik chortled.

I felt a flush all over my skin and knew I must be beet red from head to toe. “I don’t usually run around half naked when Caleb’s not around.”

“He’s right here.” The sheik gestured.

“Yes, but, I mean, you know, not with other people around,” I stammered.

The sheik threw back his head and laughed. “I also have video from when you were being auctioned. Nice job blocking the camera, Caleb, but it’s still obvious you were fucking.”

“Isn’t there anywhere we can go where people aren’t watching us fuck?!” Caleb burst out.

The sheik laughed again. “Not when you make it look so pleasurable.”

“There’s a camera in our room,” I sighed.

“There are several cameras in your room,” he corrected me. “If Masterson can get his jollies watching you two, I don’t see why I can’t.”

“It’s not like we had a choice in the matter,” Caleb seethed.

The sheik cocked his head. “Do you think you have a choice now?”

Caleb ground his teeth but ultimately hung his head in defeat. “No.”

“There you go.” Servants began coming in with decadent foods and laying them on the table. The sheik plucked a juicy black olive from one tray and popped it in his mouth. “See, this is another one of those situations where you don’t have any choices. I could tell you to fuck Jacey right here on this table in front of me, and all you would be able to answer is, ‘What positions, and how hard, sir?’”

“I’d… really rather not do that,” I said softly.

“I know. That’s why I’m not asking you to.” He popped another olive in his mouth. “Caleb has been very helpful to my business, so I thought I’d give him a toy to play with, but he wasn’t happy without you. It came at great expense to me, but I did get the opportunity to screw Masterson over several times, so you were worth it.”

I blinked. “Uh… thanks?”

“You’re welcome,” the sheik replied. He patted his rotund belly. “I usually like to sample the finer things in life, and you would certainly be one of those. But it would make Caleb very difficult to deal with, so I’ve decided to leave it at getting a nice look every once in a while.”

“That’s… um… thanks?” I said again.

He chuckled. “Caleb’s already pouting.” He winked in Caleb’s direction.

I looked over at Caleb and saw he was, indeed, glowering at the sheik.

“Caleb.” I squeezed his knee. “Be nice.”

“Oh, I like that,” the sheik laughed. “A collar on the beast. Yes, you were worth every penny.”

“Glad we can entertain you,” Caleb muttered. But he did stop glaring.

“Young people in love are always entertaining. Especially young people as… active… as you two are.” The sheik grinned and began working on a sprig of grapes. “Eat, eat. I don’t want to be the only one eating.”

I reached for some small pieces of cheese and began loading up my plate. Caleb took a few of the slivered ham slices and some oranges.

“You both have good taste.” The sheik leaned forward as we started to eat. “Now, just having you pisses Masterson off to no end, so that’s a bonus, but I do want to see how useful I can make you from here on out.”

Caleb stopped eating. “I don’t know what you think we can do for you besides the information we gave you,” he responded cautiously.

“Yes, that is the quandary.” The sheik pulled thoughtfully on his beard. “I do have my own operations. You handled Masterson’s so seamlessly, I thought I could use another assistant. For Ibrahim.”

Ibrahim looked up from where he was standing against the wall. “Your Highness?”

“You work too hard, Ibrahim. Are you telling me you don’t want an assistant?” the sheik asked.

Ibrahim looked over at me. “I think she has better assets.”

Caleb hissed.

“Hmm. All right, an assistant for each of us, then. I’ll take Caleb; you take Jacey,” the sheik decided.

“How do I know he’ll keep his hands to himself?” Caleb demanded.

The sheik raised an eyebrow. “Because I will tell him to. And when I tell Ibrahim to do something, he always does it. It’s a quality I’d like to engender in you.”

“I can do what I’m told. I just won’t have Jacey constantly harassed,” Caleb said.

“I won’t promise she won’t get harassed, but I will promise she won’t be touched,” the sheik replied.

Caleb’s jaw worked. “Fine.”

The sheik laughed. “It’s so adorable that you think you have a choice.”

“You said you didn’t want me to pout all the time,” Caleb pointed out.

“True, true.” The sheik leaned back in his chair. “I can see why Masterson found you so entertaining. He likes to break his toys. I like to see them function properly. That way, you don’t have to be constantly getting new toys.”

“... Thanks?” Caleb said.

“You will be thankful, don’t worry. I’m not concerned about that.” The sheik beckoned Ibrahim to the table. “Take something to eat, Ibrahim. Then take the girl with you and get her accustomed to the work she will be doing.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Ibrahim replied, filling up a plate and glancing at me.

I quickly filled my plate as well.

Caleb stood and pulled back my chair as I got to my feet. He glared at the sheik, then Ibrahim, then grabbed me by the back of the head and pressed his lips fiercely to mine.

“Done marking your territory, boy, or did you want to piss on her, too?” Ibrahim asked, rolling his eyes.

The sheik cleared his throat angrily. “None of that kind of talk, Ibrahim. That was very rude. Caleb, sit down. We have much to discuss. Jacey, go with Ibrahim.”

I picked up my plate and followed Ibrahim, glancing back at Caleb. “Be good,” I said.

“I will,” Caleb grumbled.

The sheik’s laughter followed Ibrahim and me down the long hall along the side of the gardens to a large, spacious office.

Ibrahim gestured to the smaller of two desks in the room. “That is your place.”

“Yes, sir,” I responded, going to the desk and setting my plate down. I was just about to sit at the computer there, when he cleared his throat.

“You will remove your dress,” he ordered me.

I stared at him. “And wear… what?”

“The thong will be sufficient,” he said.

“You… want me to work for you… naked?” I gaped.

He smirked. “Very much so. But I will let you keep the thong on.”

The thong barely covered anything. I bit my lip, looking down at the dress I was wearing, then at him. “No?”

“No is not an option,” he replied flatly. He snapped his fingers at me. “Take the dress off or I will cut it off you, and you will have to return to your room naked. Then what will Caleb think?”

This man was diabolical. “I…”

“Look but don’t touch,” Ibrahim reminded me.

I made a distressed sound in my throat.

Unmoved, he grabbed a letter opener off his desk.

Quickly, I pushed the dress off my shoulders and shimmied it to the floor.

“Better,” he said, licking his lips as he looked at me.

I folded my arms over my breasts, trying to hide some of my nakedness from him.

“Ah, no. I get to see whatever I want.” He pointed to my chair. “Go ahead and sit down. We will be covering a lot of ground today.”

Shaking, I dropped my arms and hastily plopped myself behind the computer monitor to keep his eyes off me.

That only worked for a scant few seconds as Ibrahim came around the back of the desk and leaned over me. “Go ahead and turn it on,” he breathed against my neck.

I blushed and reached down, pressing the button on the tower that would fire up the computer.

“Good girl.” He waited silently while I squirmed in my chair, trying to figure out how to get him to stop looking at my breasts.

As the desktop came up on the computer screen, he reached over me. I snatched my hand away just in time for him to take control of the mouse.

“American women are always so obsessed with being a pile of sticks,” he informed me. “I prefer a woman who has a few curves in all the right places. You are a beautiful woman, Jacey.”

I swallowed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He started pulling up different programs, slowly, his breath still warm on my neck.

Clammy goosebumps rose on my skin.

“We will both get used to this in time,” he said. “Though I can’t imagine a day when I will not want to see you naked. It is a terrible shame the sheik has a soft spot for your boyfriend, or we would be on top of my desk now.”

“I guess I should be thankful to the sheik, then,” I murmured.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

“I-I mean, it’s not that you’re a bad-looking man, I just…” I stuttered.

“You just love Caleb. Well, someday the sheik will get tired of looking and want to touch. And when he is finished, he will let me touch. And then we will enjoy each other thoroughly.” He smiled at me. “But, since today is not that day, I suppose you would like to learn more about our operations?”

“That would… probably be best,” I agreed.

He nodded and showed me about a dozen spreadsheets and a sophisticated payroll system. “The sheik owns several legitimate businesses along with his other endeavors. You will learn about all of them. We will start with the oil because that is where most of his fortune comes from. Then, we will move on to trafficking.”

“Human trafficking?” I asked, hoping it was something else.

“Yes. And drugs. And arms. The sheik has many varied interests,” he said.

I nodded and turned back to the screen, ignoring his breath on my neck and shoulder as he showed me administrative duties. True to his word, he did not touch me.

But I still felt dirty when I went back to our room at the end of the day.