Married To The Dominant King

CHAPTER 4

NORA

When we finally got to the hotel, I was extremely exhausted from all the suspense that has been making appearances in my life since I woke up today.

We entered the lobby of the hotel with Burak right on our tail. I could see people throwing glances at him. His height and body were impossible to ignore, not to forget that his presence alone was very intimidating.

“Burak, I’m not sure if this is the hotel I made reservations for.” I said as I glanced at the hotel’s logo behind the receptionist. “It says there, Royal Maran Paradise, RMP. I believe I booked a five-star hotel, with a different name. This place will be far beyond my budget.”

I looked around my surroundings for the first time since we walked in, and everything was perfection. I almost felt out of place. Yes, we are rich and well off, but this place screams, billionaires only.

“We are in the right place, Miss Aslan. Come.” He said, without explaining anything further to me. He walked over to the receptionist and said something to her.

The receptionist smiled and turned around to retrieve something behind her that looked like a key card.

“Holy s**t!” Emma exclaimed behind me. As if she’s just noticing the place now. “Is this where we are staying? This place is paradise.”

I turned to her, and her excitement made me smile. She had been on the phone and hadn’t noticed it when we walked inside.

I smiled brightly. “I know, right? But the address is wrong. This isn’t the hotel I booked for us.”

“Miss Aslan,” Burak called out to me, and I walked over to where he stood. “Here is the key to your royal suite.”

I looked down at the golden key card, that looked like real gold.

“Thank you…” I said, before his words really dawned on me. “Wait what?” I gaped at him.

He sighed, as if my questions were confusing him. “This is where you would be staying.”

“Says who?” I asked, irritated about the whole situation.

He frowned. “Your dad?”

“Oh my God,” Emma gasped in excitement behind me. “I can’t believe this. We are staying at the royal suite?”

Burak didn’t answer and just pointed to the elevator. “This way, please.”

I was speechless, and I couldn’t even utter a single word. I unconsciously followed him to the elevator, which also turned out to be a private gold elevator. My patience is really being tested right now.

“Is my dad really influential here?” I asked Burak, in a curious tone.

He gave me the 'are you for real?' Look. But he quickly realized that I was serious about my question and nodded.

“Your dad is the second most influential man in Yildiz after King Emir. His words are as valuable as those of the king.” He explained. “He is much older than the king, but King Emir treats him like a friend and family. He gave all the immediate authority to him. If king Emir isn’t available, then your father’s words are the law.”

I gaped at him, not able to say a single word. The king's name brought an immediate shock to my core. It's the same name as the man in my dreams. Could it be? No. No. I'm sure the name is just a coincidence.

“Huh…” Emma whispered beside me. As if she was lost in words too.

Okay. I kind of knew my father was rich and worked for the royals. But I didn’t know he was that influential. He always spoke as if his duties were of no importance, whenever he was with me.

The rest of the elevator ride was taken in silence. Emma was busy with her phone and Burak just avoided me as much as he could.

When we got to the door of the suite, he bowed his head a little. “I’ll be outside, if you need me.”

I frowned at that and exchanged a concerned glance with Emma. “You are going to wait outside?”

He nodded.

“Until when?”

“Until your father says otherwise.”

I groaned at the foolishness. “You don’t have to stand here then. You can come inside. But I’ll have to speak to my dad about this later.”

He stood there for a minute, contemplating what to do, but then nodded and reluctantly walked inside.

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The royal suite that was given to us was spacious and screamed of immense wealth. Every single detail was well-thought-out and immaculate.

It has three bedrooms, a spacious kitchen and a living room area. The inner pool inside was fabulous. The view outside was breathtaking and faced the incredible city of Istanbul.

“Girl, your dad must be filthy rich to have you stay in a hotel like this,” Emma commented for the hundredth time. As she kept looking around at the marvelous suite. Her mouth was slightly open in awe as she stood outside the balcony, enjoying the view. “My God. I could stay here forever.”

I chuckled at her excitement. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Are you crazy? I love it!” She said as she twirled around laughing.

“Great.” I sighed. “Have fun then. I’ll head over to my room to get a shower. Then after that I’ll call my dad.”

Her smile dropped, and she looked up at me with serious concern. “Are you okay, Nora? Don’t tell me, you are still affected by everything that happened earlier today.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds. I couldn’t ignore my fears and concerns like I wanted to. I wanted to ignore everything and just enjoy my vacation and get ready for my birthday tomorrow, but I was feeling awful and anxious.

“Emmy, no matter how hard I try to hide my concerns, it just becomes more impossible for me to do so. My dad tried to hide a lot of things from me, including his close relationship with the royals and how influential he is here. He made it seem to me like he was just another employee to the king, which is an outrageous thing to hide.”

I waited for Emma to try and persuade me about how crazy I was acting, but she didn’t. Instead, I could see her deep in thought, as her brow farrowed in concentration.

She nodded. “You are right. That shouldn’t have been something he should hide from you. It wasn’t like you were going to run over here once you found out your dad is super rich.”

“Exactly.” I groaned. Now she got me. “I need to speak to him as soon as possible.”

“What about him?” Emma asked, referring to Burak. Who was still standing by the door?

“You can take the third room for now. I’m sure we all feel awkward about the situation we find ourselves in.”

He seemed shocked at my offer. But a small smile made its way to his face as he walked over to the other bedroom. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Got it.”

Emma and I both decided to retire to our respective rooms, since we were so tired from the long trip.

I entered my room and walked into the breathtaking bathroom, debating on whether I should take a quick shower or just soak up in the gigantic jacuzzi that was big enough for multiple people.

I went back to my room to grab my washcloth and bathroom essentials from my suitcase. I went back inside the bathroom and started preparing a bath for myself.

My eyes caught the expensive golden shower gel that had been arranged on the counter. It looked so expensive that you’d think it was customized, because I haven’t really seen anything like it before. The smell was divine.

It seemed like the owners of the hotel were obsessed with anything that was gold.

I decided to jilt my shower gel for the first time and used this particular gel instead. I’ll try to just enjoy my time here as much as I can. I came here to have fun and that’s exactly what I’ll do.

I threw my clothes on the floor and got inside the jacuzzi. The scent of the shower gel alone was mesmerizing and made me feel things I'd never felt before. The scent was familiar, but I was dead sure I hadn’t smelt this anywhere, so why was it so familiar to me?

I didn’t know how much time went by, as I lay in the bath trying to absorb the divine scent.

Minutes later, my hands unconsciously made their way to my breast as I softly caressed myself sensually. I moan with pleasure as I let my other hand slide down to my p***y.

I stroked myself slowly, enjoying the sensation I was feeling. I slid my hand down to my p***y entrance and slid a single finger inside.

The pleasure that shot through me was shocking. I’d never known that such pleasure existed, since I’d never pleasured myself before. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, giving myself the chance to feel the pleasure.

Suddenly, it felt like someone else was caressing my body and giving me pleasure. A different set of hands started stroking my p***y.

“Oh God. Yes.” I moaned in a voice that was alien to my ears.

The hands were strong and masculine. The hands inserted a finger into me and I moaned out loud in bliss.

I gently opened my eyes and saw him. Emir. The man in my dreams. His lips were slightly parted, as if he was having pleasure in pleasuring me.

His fingers began to f**k me in slow motion. As if he wanted to go slow, and capture this moment. All I could do was moan out loud. His fingers began to f**k me faster, with urgency, as if he couldn’t wait for me to c*m for him.

He bent closer, his lips brushing mine as he made way to my ears and whispered, “c*m for me my Queen. Flood my hands with your sweet juices.”

“Oh shit.” I moaned out, at the sound of his erotic voice. My p***y tightened around his fingers and my body shook uncontrollably as I finally gave in to the pleasures of this man.

He smirked and pulled his fingers out of my wet p***y and sniffed at it. He closed his eyes and moaned, as if the scent had turned him on, and he was trying to absorb my scent.

I moaned as I was more turned on by his actions.

He took his fingers into his mouth and sucked every tiny bit of my c*m off his fingers. “You taste delicious, my Queen. But now I can’t wait to bury my fat c**k inside your tight little pussy.” He whispered.

“Holy s**t…” I moaned out loud. So loud that there was suddenly a loud bang at the door.

“Nora! Are you alright in there!” Emma shouted in panic. “I am hearing noises. Should I break the door?”

“No!” I shouted in panic. “Am alright. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Oh,” She said, not believing me. “Are you sure you are alright?”

“I’m positive. I’m okay.”

“Okay. If you need me, I’m outside.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

I could hear Emma’s footsteps as she walked away. I groaned and covered my face with my hands in embarrassment.

I can’t believe that I was sexually fantasizing about the same man that has been appearing in my dreams for years.

Emir, that’s his name. Gorgeous, handsome, sexy Emir. God, I definitely needed to get rid of my virginity to avoid such fantasies in the future.

I thought deeply about what had just happened. Everything was surreal, it felt like he was present here, giving me unimaginable pleasure.

Despite being just a fantasy dream, he’d made me c*m so hard my legs were shaking in pleasure.

“Get a grip of yourself, girl.” I scolded myself.

Why does he feel so real though? What I couldn’t understand, is that he was much older in my fantasy dream than in my usual nightmares.

He wasn’t old, but I could tell that he was more matured and dominant than the young teenager in my dreams.

“Okay. Now, I’ve completely lost it. I’m going mad.”