106. Saïda Unleashed
WARNING!: EXPLICIT CONTENT!
(This chapter is not edited)
Saïda’s POV:
We returned to the hotel at six PM, after a long, sweet, fun and tiring day. Asahd and I had enjoyed ourselves to the fullest. However, I couldn’t help it but be nervous about nighttime that was fast approaching. I was nervous because of what I had to give Asahd, or do to him, rather.
′Yalah. I’m not bold enough!′
I bit my thumb at the thought.
“What’s wrong, love?” Asahd mused. “You’re blushing and seem nervous.”
“Oh, um, I’m fine,” I giggled a little.
“You sure? Seems you were thinking about something naughty. Your blushing betrays you,” he laughed a little.
“Not true. Leave me alone,” I pouted playfully and he laughed again, coming over to hug me.
“Aaaw okay. You’re so cute. Such a good girl,” he chuckled and kissed my forehead.
’-That’s a sign, Saïda. You will forever be his good girl, which isn’t a bad thing because he’ll never expect what you have in store for him, tonight.
Unleash your alter ego. Create a naughty and domineering side.-′
I could hear my subconscious like it was someone else talking in my own mind.
’-This once, and that’s it. Well, if you want. You should be able to bring out a naughty side he’s never seen. Surprise him. Even shock him but in a sensual way. Asahd will literally lose it. Of course you want to see that.-′
I swallowed and smiled a little at Asahd who smiled back.
“Now we eat, then we sleep. After that, we wake up at around eight or so, and shower. Then we make love until we pass out. Perfect plan isn’t it?” he said and I giggled.
“Indeed. I’m gonna love this night,” I smirked at him, my cheeks burning because of my evil plan.
′I’ll do it. I have to. I just have to. Once I start, it’s gonna be easier for sure. I’ve read many erotica novels. I think I can try and do same, right?
-Definitely! Take the lead for once, Saïda. Be his boss.′
“I’ll love it even more,” Asahd chuckled. Then he noticed my smirk. “You’re smirking like some sexy, evil mastermind.” he joked and I laughed.
“Really? I didn’t even notice,” I giggled in my usual innocent manner.
“It was hot,” he kissed me. “Let’s eat, then sleep. We’ll be needing energy for tonight.”
“I know right.”
′Oh he doesn’t know what’s coming tonight. I need some courage. Maybe I should drink a little bit of alcohol for that? Just the right quantity to be tipsy and bold enough.
-Yeah. Do just that.′
“Can you order some champagne?” I asked, surprising him.
“You wanna drink champagne?” he mused.
“Mmhmm. Well, not now. Maybe later. I just feel like it.”
“Oh. Well, okay ma’am. I’d already ordered a bottle. It’s in the little fridge in the bedroom.”
“Oki.”
At eight PM, I woke up first. Asahd was still asleep.
′It all starts now.′
I shook him a little and immediately closed my eyes, pretending to still be asleep. I felt him stir a few times, yawn and sit up.
A second or two later, he shook me gently.
“Baby? Sweetheart get up. Let’s go shower,” he said.
“Mmm?” I stirred a little, pretending and keeping my eyes shut. “One more minute.”
“It’s already eight.”
“Mm-mm,” I frowned in my fake sleep and turned, backing him. “Go shower first. I’ll enter after you.”
“Hmmm, okay. By the time I come out, promise you’ll get up.”
“Mhm go,” I waved a sleepy hand.
“Alright,” I felt him kiss my cheek before climbing out of bed.
After some seconds, I heard him enter the bathroom. I sat up immediately.
′Now.′
I quickly climbed out of bed and tiptoed to the little fridge. I opened it and took the champagne bottle out. Luckily, Asahd had opened it earlier and we’d drank a little while we ate.
I opened the bottle and drank directly from it. The drink was cold and burned my throat a little and so I had to take a few breaks.
However, I was able to drink a considerable quantity that was sure to get me all tipsy in some minutes.
′Hope this gives me the courage I need.′
I burped silently, returned the drink and rushed back to the bed.
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About ten minutes later, a fleshly showered Asahd stepped out in his boxers. I smiled at him.
“Up already,” he smiled and crawled onto the bed on four legs, to me. He pecked me.
′Gosh he smells so good. I could bite him.′
“Mhm,” was my reply, not wanting him to notice I’d drank some alcohol.
My head was spinning a little and I could feel the effects setting it. I realised maybe I’d drank way too much? I wasn’t the type to handle alcohol well.
′I drank a little too much. I hope I don’t ruin things.′
“Go shower. I’ll wait for you. I’m so ready for you, tonight.”
′And I, for you.′
I smirked and pecked him again, then I got off the bed and rushed to the bathroom door.
“Don’t sleep off, okay?” I finally spoke, a distance away from him. That room was a very big one.
“No fricken way,” he winked at me and I smiled, entering the bathroom and locking the door.
-
I’d hidden my little shopping bag in one of the several drawers of the huge bathroom, earlier. Where Asahd would never check for anything.
I took it out and pulled my sexy lingerie from it, as well as the little accessories that went with it. I had bought two outfits, given the fact that I couldn’t chose which I wanted between both.
Just then, a brilliant idea crossed my mind. I was going to wear both, for two different acts!
′How about, I be the good girl I always am, at first. And then, transform into the bad girl?
-Perfect!′
I giggled out loud at the thought. Yes, the alcohol was already affecting me.
"You okay in there? You’re giggling alone,” I heard Asahd muse from outside.
“Don’t mind me!” I laughed, feeling excited for no reason. The alcohol was doing a great job. “I’ll be out soon!”
"Okay!”
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After showering, I grabbed my first outfit. I stood in front of the huge mirror and wore it, step by step.
′Oh my gosh. I look good in this.′
I thought with a little giggle, admiring myself from all angles in the lingerie.
“He’s gonna love it,” I giggled again.
I went on to fix my hair and apply light but perfect make up. I then wore the heels that went with it.
′Now’s time for the good girl to make an appearance. Yalah. I still can’t believe I’m doing this.
-You can do this. This isn’t even the hard part.
True.′
I took a deep breath and went to the doors. Slowly, I opened them and stepped out. Luckily, Asahd was backing me. He was standing and manipulating his phone, in front of the TV.
My heart was beating like crazy and I took deep breaths. Suddenly, I felt a little more courageous. I changed my expression and pose, and made sure to look as innocent and naïve as possible.
′I can’t believe I’m doing this.′
I already imagined his reaction and it was already pleasing me.
In the softest, most seductive voice ever, I said:
“Sir?”
Probably surprised, he turned immediately, his reaction just as I’d expected.
Asahd’s POV:
I froze on seeing her. My phone dropped, as well as my mouth.
′Pinch me...′
My dick moved on its own.
Standing right in front of the bathroom doors, at a distance, was Saïda in lacy lingerie and heels.

My throat grew dry and my dick gradually began to stand. I was speechless. Goosebumps covered my skin and I felt dizzy, no kidding. My breath hitched and I had to lean against the wall a little. Saïda in lingerie?? I’d imagined it but I never knew it could happen!
′Temptation.′
“Do you like me this way, Sir?” she asked softly, biting her lower lip and touching the top of her breasts. She looked at me in the most innocent manner ever.
My lips parted and I tried to say something. Nothing came out. My throat was so dry and my erection was already pushing hard against my boxers. I was paralysed.
“It’s my gift to you, Sir.” she smiled sweetly, turning on herself and giving me a perfect view of her angles.
′I’m going to eat her. I swear.′
My chest was heaving slightly and my erection started to hurt.
“You like it?” she asked, licking and biting her bottom lip.
′I’m finished.′
“Yesss.” I literally hissed in a husky whisper.
′Time to pounce on that good kitty.′
My body automatically regained its strength and I started going to her.
“No, no Sir.” she raised a hand and stopped me halfway. “If you touch me, even once, I won’t give you your surprise. You’ll have to follow my instructions.”
I swallowed hard.
′She’s already killing me.′
“I’ll do everything you say.” I replied huskily, swallowing again.
Writer’s POV:
′Gosh I’m loving this.′
Saïda thought, her nervousness suddenly gone. It’d vanished. She wasn’t tipsy...she was drunk. She felt bold, courageous, powerful, in control.
She loved how Asahd’s countenance had changed. His eyes roamed over her intimately, his breathing was changing, his erection was so evident, his voice went from normal to husky, sleepy and sexy! She noticed how he swallowed continuously. Perfect.
“Sit on that chair.” she pointed and Asahd obediently went to it.
“There’s only one rule.”
Asahd listened.
“Don’t touch me. Or I’ll stop. Understood, sir?” she giggled, feeling very drunk now and even more bold. “You want your good girl, pleasing you. Don’t you?”
“I do.” Asahd swallowed.
“Then keep your hands and everything else to yourself and let me.”
Saïda approached Asahd. He literally stopped breathing. She was right in front of him.
She turned and Asahd’s eyes roamed over her back, ass, inner thighs and legs. His mouth watered and he gripped the Armchair’s leather covered arms so he wouldn’t give in to temptation and touch her.
Saida, who’d planned everything, grabbed the remote close by and started playing some sensual music in the room. She then faced Asahd and smiled sweetly.
Asahd’s POV:
′Self-control buddy, self-control.′
I could feel my forehead slowly getting moist. I grabbed the chair’s arms tight, holding my breath.
′I hope this isn’t a dream.
-No it’s one of your fantasies, come true.′
I found it hard to realise! It was happening! Saïda was in lingerie, acting all sweet but torturing me, and being a sensual temptress at the same time. Was I going to hold on?
When she started to sensually touched herself and sway to the beat of the sexy song, I adjusted a little. My groin was already on fire and I was fighting myself.
She smiled and bent over, her hands on my knees and her ass up.
′Self-control.′
Her face was inches away from mine, as she’d leaned close. She was swaying her hips sensually and started sliding her hands up my parted thighs.
′Oh gawd.′
I swallowed and literally dug my nails into the armchair.
She giggled sweetly and I realised something.
’She drank alcohol? The champagne.′
She caressed her way up my inner thighs until her fingers were close to my raging boner.
“Oh my gosh...” I muttered with difficulty, shutting my eyes tight and swallowing hard. I wanted to move so bad. Her fingers being so close to my cock made it throb and move, seeking her warm attention. I gripped the chair harder in order not to move my hips and make her touch me. If I did that, she would stop.
“Am I hurting you, Sir?” she asked with a giggle and I opened my eyes, breathing hard already. “Should I stop?”
“N–no...” I whispered, breathless.
She smiled and backed me. I froze when she held on to my knees from behind and started lowering herself, as if to sit.
′Self-control!′
She lowered herself until she sat directly on my hard bulge.
“Ohhh...” I moaned in frustration, letting my head fall back and shutting my eyes. My nails were deep in the chair’s material. I managed not to move.
And then, she started dancing! She was giving me a slow, torturing lap dance.
She would move her hips slowly, rubbing her ass against my bulge.
“Ohhh gawd...” a low growl escaped my lips and I shut my eyes tight. A sweat drop rolled down my face and my groin was even more, on fire. “S–Saïda, please...”
“I can’t hear you, Sir.” she giggled.
She went on and on, killing me slowly. I was getting dizzy and very impatient now. I wasn’t going to last.
′Self-control!!′
“Ohhhhh...” I moaned when she sat on me again and started doing little circles with her hips and ass. It almost felt like she was giving me a sensual massage. “Yeahhh...”
“You like it, Sir?” she asked, going faster. It appeased me a little and also worsened things as well.
“Yessss...” I hissed, fighting to remain immobile.
I moaned softly, enjoying the little act. But then, she killed me. She stopped and raised herself a little, inches away from my bulge.
“No, please no...” I gasped and I heard her giggle. It was torture.
Unable to last any longer, I raised my hips and hit her, grabbing her waist with my hands and pulling her down on me. I’d not even savored the moment when she immediately got out of my grip with a little laugh and stood.
′Oh no you don’t.′
Like a wild animal ready to catch its prey, I literally launched for her. And she would be finished if I caught her.
Unluckily for me, she was fast enough and dodged, causing me to fall forward. She immediately started running but I was right on her track, even on four legs. My thoughts messed up and I wasn’t really myself. Never had I been edged that much and I only had one thing in mind.
′Lay my hands on her and fuck her senseless.′
-
Saïda succeeded in rushing into the bathroom and banged the doors in my face, before I could catch her. She immediately locked it.
“No!” I hit the doors, breathing hard. I heard her laugh.
“You touched me and ruined everything, Sir.” she teased.
“I’m– I’m sorry.” I stammered in frustration, slowly getting on my feet and leaning against the doors. “I won’t do it again. I promise. Please, come out.”
“Not until you calm down. You disobeyed. Bad boys like you need to be punished.”
′Gosh I feel like I’m gonna die...′
I grabbed my bulge in frustration.
“I’ll do anything. Punish me if you want. I’ll do anything. Please, Saïda...”
I begged, breathing hard.
“Please.”
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Saïda’s POV:
“Omg.” I giggled drunkenly, “This is so much fun.”
It’d been two minutes since I’d locked myself up.
′Now’s time to get serious.′
I changed quickly and wore my second outfit. I applied darker makeup and wore different heels.
’-No more giggles. No more smiles. You can do this.-′
I felt even more ready. I felt powerful, like nothing could stop me and I could make Asahd do whatever I wanted him to do. I felt like I wasn’t the same anymore. I’d changed for a night...I’d released my alter ego for this special night. I was probably gonna be embarrassed and in disbelief about it the next day, but at this moment, I was a different Saïda, unleashed.
’-Go drive him wild.-′
Asahd’s POV:
I was walking about the room, impatient. I thought of what Saïda had just done to me. Though it frustrated me, I loved it. It made me smile.
′I am so ready for what she has in store for me, next. I’ll do anything to touch her.′
She had me in the palm of her hand now. I wanted more.
-
Just as I was thinking, the bathroom door opened and I immediately turned.
“Wow...” I whispered, my mouth dropping open again when I saw her in a different lingerie.

′I’m not breaking any rule now...′
She was even sexier! She had on dark makeup and it gave her a wickedly seductive appearance. She looked different from earlier. She wasn’t smiling one bit and stood with her hands firm on her waist. I swallowed hard.
“Sweetheart, you are–” I cut my sentence when she frowned and raised her hand to shut me up.
“I am not your sweetheart, Asahd.” she stated firmly and I actually gulped. I almost thought it was someone else in front of me. Like the giggling Saïda of earlier had switched places with a sexual goth temptress.
“You disobeyed the instructions earlier and you know I have to punish you.”
′Punish me all you want. I want it all.′
My boner was throbbing and hurting again. I swallowed hard, excited and loving what was happening.
“I’ll do anything so you forgive me, Saïda.”
“It’s mistress, Asahd.” she said firmly.
′I’m dreaming.′
“Mistress.”
“On your knees.” she stated and I saw her pull something like a little whip from the side.
′Oh my Gawd!′
I dropped immediately, and even on four legs.
I watched her walk up to the bed and sit on the edge. Staring at me, she parted her thighs.
“Beg me.”
′Pinch meeee! Where is my wife?! All this with the help of alcohol?! Yes!′
I crawled all the way to her and kissed her feet.
“Forgive me, please.” I murmured against her skin. A sweet electric feeling went through me when she hit me on the back with the whip.
“Please who?!” she literally growled angrily and I thought I would come on the spot.
“Mistress. Please, mistress.” I begged, kissing her feet again.
She gave me a few more whips on the back.
“You’re no Prince, here. You belong to me. I own you.” she hissed.
′Yes you do!′
“Yes you do, Mistress.”
“Get on the bed. Now.” she ordered and I wasted no time.
′This isn’t Saïda. Who’s this in her body??′
I was loving it!
Writer’s POV:
Asahd lay on his back and watched in sweet shock as Saïda tied his wrists to the bedpost. A drunk Saïda was a different Saïda, alright. A bit of alcohol and her alter ego was unleashed. Her naughty and bold side. Asahd was a diehard fan of this discovery!
She removed her panties in front of him but kept the hose and corset on. She then straddled him.
“Now that you’re being a good boy,” she grabbed his jaw, “...lemme give you what you deserve.”
“Yes, please.” the Prince begged helplessly.
“Please who?!” Saïda growled, slapping him a little.
“Mistress. Please, mistress.”
“Good.”
Asahd watched her pull on his waistband until his hardness was finally free. He moved a little, pulling on the rope that kept his wrists tied. His loins were on fire and he needed all necessary attention.
“Keep calm!” Saïda hit his tummy and he groaned a little.
“I– I’m sorry mistress.”
She smirked. Wickedly. Her first smile since she’d changed into that attire.
“Finally tamed. Naughty boy.”
Asahd bit his lip hard when for the first time ever, Saïda touched him. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
“Ahhhh...” he moaned, closing his eyes and pulling on the rope.
Carefully, Saïda adjusted him and raised her hips so he was poking at her opening.
“Happy belated birthday...” she smirked at him and lowered herself. Down until he was all the way in.
“Ahhhh!” he groaned and raised his hips, pulling on the rope.
′Finally!′
“Ohhhhh...” Saïda whimpered and fell forward, putting her hands on his chest so she wouldn’t collapse. It felt like he’d never been this deep in her. Her head started to spin a little, and it wasn’t just because she was drunk.
Slowly and shaking a little, she raised her hips till the top, and eased down on her lover again. Asahd groaned, raising his hips and trying to hump her warm folds. He was going crazy.
She repeated the process slowly, again and again. She did this until she seemed to be adapting to his size again.
When she was sure of herself again, she put her palms flat on his heaving chest and started to grind.
Asahd’s POV:
“Ohhhhh...” I moaned, my head spinning. She was killing me! The way her hips would grind on me, nice and slow. I loved it. I started to drool
I looked at her. She did it so well, taking her time and literally milking me. I raised my hips in sexual frustration. I pulled helplessly on the rope but the more I did, the more I was hurting myself.
“P–please...” I gasped, “Faster. Please!”
She’d edged me enough! I needed to come.
Listening to my plea, she started grinding faster.
“Yesss... Ahhhh!” I moaned, my breath hitching and my heart palpitating. She did not try to ride or bounce on me because she wasn’t used to it yet, and so she did nothing but grind and hump.
“Ohhh...” she gasped, grinding faster and making me groan and move almost uncontrollably underneath her.
She went faster and my vision blurred out, my tummy turning.
“Untie me! Please!” I begged, pulling on the rope.
Reaching out, she did just that. The moment the rope dropped, I grabbed her and flipped over till I was on top.
Without further ado, I started to hump her hard. We were going to get to that orgasm together. I started to ride her hard and fast, making her gasp and scream out.
“Ohhhhh!” her nails dug into my back and I groaned, going even faster until she lost her voice. It was so intense that I could feel my body shivering. With each thrust, I grunted.
“Ahhhh! Asahd!” she gripped me tight and I felt her folds contract around me like never before. Her climax hit her and she shook uncontrollably underneath me, her eyes widening and no sound leaving her mouth. She unconsciously scratched her way down my back with her nails. That was enough to send me over the edge.
It hit me hard. Harder than ever before! No kidding.
“Ohhhhh!!” I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was so intense that I unconsciously bit her shoulder.
It seemed to last for minutes! I didn’t even realise what happened, but everything went black.