Tempest

by Shakir Rashaan

  Dear Reader:

  Shakir Rashaan continues his Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld series with its third installment, Tempest. The author, a real-life practitioner of the BDSM culture in Atlanta’s Fetish community, offers an edge-of-your-seat thriller as secrets are exposed, revenge is exacted and erotica is plentiful.

  Ramesses, his wife, Neferterri, and their submissives find paradise in the Bahamas where Ramesses introduces participants to his private island. Its grand opening is full of kinky sexcapades and explosive scenes of the dominant and submissive lifestyle. Showcased are such techniques as fire play to hot wax to a collaring ceremony. This journey will leave readers fanning to cool down while experiencing an uninhibited world in the tropics.

  Be sure to check out Shakir’s first two titles in the series, The Awakening and Legacy. An excerpt from Obsession, the first title of his next series, Kink, P.I., appears in the back of this book.

  As always, thanks for supporting myself and the Strebor Books family. We strive to bring you the most cutting-edge, out-of-the-box material on the market. You can find me on Facebook @AuthorZane or you can email me at zane@eroticanoir.com.

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  “The moment you believe you can control a storm is the moment the storm lets you know who is truly in control.”

  —Shakir Rashaan

  For My Beloved:

  For loving the extrovert…

  For understanding the Pharaoh…

  For comforting the teenager…

  And for taming the Beast in the darkness and making him yours…

  I love you more than life itself…

  “To live is to suffer. To survive is to find meaning in the suffering.”

  —Friedrich Nietzsche

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  You know what happens when storms subside, right?

  Another one pops up in its place, only this time, it might be…well, you’ll find out soon enough when the next installment, SAMOIS, comes out!

  You’re gonna love the spin on that installment…an Amazon-esque fantasy weekend at NEBU where the women are in power and the men are submissive? What woman wouldn’t enjoy that type of fantasy? Sub bois at your beck and call, taking care of every whim…oh, the beauty of it all!

  But first, you have to witness the current storm that’s on the horizon.

  Some of you already know the routine when I say this next part, but for the ones who are just getting on board, let me get this part out of the way:

  This is (somewhat) a work of fiction. That means that some of this stuff was made up, and some of it includes players whose names have been changed to protect the (not so) innocent. Any reference to anyone, living or dead, is liable to happen, but please believe that I made sure not to include them on purpose…you know, things happen, right?

  Anyway, let me give you an idea of what’s in store for you with Tempest:

  Island paradise…

  Debauchery outside of the country…

  Temptations abound…

  But, those temptations come at a price, and you’ll find out in the next few hundred pages what that price will be.

  I’m going into areas that not many are willing to go into, and I’m fine with that. I kinda like being a bit of a trendsetter in that aspect. To be deviant, affluent, and black is already a rarity, so, to actually give people a window to see those that are black and into WIITWD is worth every word that I write in this series and beyond.

  In the last two books, I was blessed to be able to thank family, friends, and other folks who have been in my corner, and there are so many more that I would love to thank personally, including the many supporters who are a part of the Temples of NEBU FB group.

  To Zane and Charmaine, I truly cannot thank you enough for the opportunity to bring a flavor within the erotic genre that very few authors have traveled. I intend to continue to give you quality projects in a way that only I can bring!

  As usual, I know I’m missing a whole gang of folks, so just do me a favor and insert your name in this next statement:

  I’d like to thank ____________________ for the support and love. I hope to continue to put books out that you will want to tell your friends and family about.

  Thank you again, and enjoy Tempest.

  SPECIAL NOTE TO READERS

  The grammatical errors that you might see within the dialog between the characters are not oversights. This is the type of speech and text that is used in some facets of the BDSM world. As one of my submissive friends put it, “The lowercase letters in a slave’s or submissive’s name are a demonstration of the hierarchical relationship. It is a reminder to the submissive that he or she is the bottom part of the hierarchy, meant to be led, and the Dominant’s name is always capitalized, as He or She is the Top part, meant to lead.” In keeping with the essence of the series and the essence of the BDSM community, preserving the speech was paramount. It is my hope that you, the reader, will understand and appreciate the symbolism.

  PROLOGUE RAMESSES

  The hypnotic firelight danced against the luminous moonlight, seducing it like a lover welcoming the object of her desire home from a long day’s work.

  The familiar thudding of the floggers laced with fire against the lower back and across the ass of the young submissive being “sacrificed” to the spirits of the evening kept the crowd mesmerized. She moaned and cooed as each strike against her quivering flesh left indelible marks that she would surely show off in the morning light.

  Next, the intimacy of the fire gloves…

  The soft whines soon turned into gasps and screams as the gloves caressed her exposed skin. Her eyes looked entranced as she focused on the flickers of the flames licking against her tender flesh.

  “Mmmm, Master, that feels so good,” keket called out into the darkness as Master Osiris continued his delicious torture of his Alpha slave. With the precision of a surgeon, he took great care to avoid the most sensitive areas of his prized possession while simultaneously shooting flames between her thighs.

  “Mmmm, shit, Master, you’re making me wet,” she announced to the crowd, bringing a smile to his face. He already knew the moment he took her down from the Cross she hung from, she would be his for the taking.

  To the left of Osiris, where he lit up the night sky, another equally skilled Master of the Arts, Master Amenhotep, was performing in a rare appearance with paka, showcasing His legendary skills as an electrical play aficionado. As the casual observer watched the current resembling lightning in the distance, the electricity seemed to flow freely from His fingertips onto her waiting flesh below.

  paka screamed as the electrical surges coursed through her extremities, causing her toes to curl as the currents teased and lapped at her clitoral recesses. He changed to using gloves that resembled those of a cat’s claw to elicit a stronger response from her, and she did not disappoint the moment metal touched skin.

  “Ahh, fuck, Master!” paka yelled out as He continued to rake across her flesh, leaving marks to detail His journey through her body. He was determined to leave no piece of flesh untouched, as hearing His wife’s screams only fueled His sadistic desire to torture her body.

  The crowd was comprised of some of the more renowned kinksters and libertines in the U.S. and abroad. Despite the coolness of the evening, they enjoyed the festivities and the night’s
entertainment. Everyone was transported to this oasis, tucked away in the Caribbean, for a week of debauchery, sensual decadence, and unbridled passion and delights of the flesh.

  Amenhotep likened the get-together to Hedonism in Jamaica, but the patrons in attendance knew the moment they stepped off the private chartered jets, this would be a little more intense than what Hedonism could ever hope to be.

  As the scenes continued, a drum circle provided the soundtrack as the rhythmic thumping against the tightly woven canvases was complemented by the delectable sight of scantily clad women dancing in harmonious sync with the drummers.

  Hips swaying…

  Pleasurable posteriors of the thickest variety rolling and grinding…

  Weapons of “ass” destruction finding their targets with near tactical precision…

  There would be no limit to what may transpire in this tropical paradise.

  “I think the natives are beginning to get restless, Beloved,” Neferterri observed as she stroked the back of amani’s head. He was completely enthralled by the sights in front of him, more so after noticing shamise among the dancers.

  “You’re right, Beloved, I think it is time to let things take their natural course for the rest of the night.” I smiled as sajira knelt contently in the sand against my outside hip. I honestly didn’t want to move because I enjoyed the energy and essence she gave for me to indulge in, but business needed to be attended to.

  As I stood, I gave a hand gesture to the drummers to slow their pace so my voice could be heard over the drums. Upon hearing the change in cadence and volume, Osiris and Amenhotep stopped their scenes, much to the chagrin of their respective properties. They turned in my direction to provide their full attention.

  I walked toward an open area so the crowd could hear me over the waves crashing in the background, with sajira crawling behind me, waiting to take her position once I settled on a space suitable for my announcement.

  shamise, noticing that I was about to speak, led the dozen or so dancers toward me, kneeling at my feet before taking my hand to kiss the back of my palm. The rest of the dance troop took kneeling positions around me, waiting for my cue to alert the drummers to cease. After kissing my palm, she leaned over to share a kiss with sajira before taking her position at the opposite side of me.

  “Welcome, honored guests and beloved friends, to the grand opening of the Isle ne Bin-bener, or the ‘Island of Evil Pleasures.’ My Beloved and I, along with our House and the staff and personnel on the island, hope that you enjoy your stay with us this week,” I announced as Neferterri and amani made their way into the circle the dancers formed. I shared a brief, but passionate, kiss with her, eliciting whistles and shouts from the crowd. After breaking the kiss, I stared into her eyes for a few more moments before continuing my speech. “While your travel and accommodations have been provided, any luxuries you indulge into, including any of the non-service slaves, will be at your expense. Breakfast will be served bright and early tomorrow morning, and anyone who wishes to tour the island will be afforded the opportunity to do so. Enjoy your evening, and we bid you a good night.”

  ONE RAMESSES

  “Oh, fuck, that feels sooooo good!!”

  It’s amazing what paradise can do to loosen inhibitions and bring out the animalistic nature of a person.

  In this case, make it a lot of persons.

  Taking in the island debauchery in its myriad forms and splendor, I struggled to keep from participating in the festivities. With shamise perched at my hip stealing glances up at me, I felt her heat rising to the surface. Her eyes had always been my weakness, so returning the glances only served to intensify my want to take her into the midst of the crowd and have my way with her. I gripped her hair in an attempt to balance myself, more so to keep my mind into what our role was in this, the opening night of a week-long Hedonistic atmosphere.

  Listening to the screams as they collectively pierced the warm night air awakened my inner Sadist. shamise knew my mannerisms all too well, and like a kitten begging to be stroked, she rubbed her hands against the inside of my thigh to edge me further into the abyss of my libidinous nature.

  “Come on, Daddy, take me, please?” she cooed from her kneeled position. “I’m Yours, at Your command, for Your pleasure. Make me beg for Your lashes, to mark me in ways no other man can. Please, Daddy?”

  As much as I loved my darling slave, she knew she wasn’t going to win this exchange. My command was her will, but I dictated when that command would come to fruition. I needed to reclaim my senses, and the only way to do it was to meet the challenge head-on.

  “Come with me, precious, we need to survey the landscape and observe what is happening.” I tapped her shoulder as I commanded. “There will be plenty of time to partake in the play time, I promise.”

  Before she could pout in protest, I brought her to her feet and led her to the first scenes we walked toward.

  Master Osiris was still in the midst of his scene with his slave, taking advantage of the gentle breezes to continue his fire scene. He alternated using the fire wands with his adept ability to breathe fire onto his slave’s beautiful cocoa brown skin. She continued to writhe and grind her hips in rhythm with the way the tongs licked at her flesh, trying her best to stifle the moans she was prohibited from allowing to escape from her lips.

  Osiris continued his symbiotic link with her as he turned her body to face him. He placed a fire glove on his hand and set it ablaze, watching it dance against the darkness of the night sky. I saw the familiar flash in his eyes as I knew what would come next.

  He moved the flame closer to her nipples, verbally forcing her to look into his eyes as she felt the flame caress her left nipple for a brief second. She bit her lip to keep from screaming from the heat against the most sensitive parts of her body.

  shamise was entranced, watching one of her peers look completely lost in the bliss created by her Master. I grinned at her focus, at how she wanted badly for the same thing to happen to her as soon as possible. She moved closer to my body, trembling beneath my body.

  “She looks like she’s really flying; isn’t she, precious?”

  “Mmmmm, yes, Daddy, she looks absolutely radiant. Her skin is glowing from the heat of the fire on her skin.”

  We noticed as Osiris took the alcohol solution in the basin next to them and drew a pattern with his finger from the top of her neck to her panty line. He then took a small Q-tip and lit the cotton head and placed the flame against the top of the pattern and waited for the flame to catch.

  We stood in awe with the rest of the crowd as the pattern being drawn across the front of her body flashed a pattern that resembled Osiris’s house crest, which included the ever-present ankh that is the staple of those of us who are a part of the Neb’net Maa’kheru.

  shamise flinched for a moment, as she had firsthand knowledge of the pain and pleasure that came at the end of the flame burning across her skin. I lifted her face to meet my gaze, grinning at the way her eyes sparkled against the flames glowing across from where we stood.

  “It’s time to move to the next station, baby,” I whispered in her ear as to not disturb the scene. I took her hand and led her across the sand toward one of the tents nearer to the main buildings.

  We ran into a few familiar faces, greeting guests the entire walk to the next area. shamise almost squealed when she recognized two people she hadn’t seen in a long while, and she ran toward them to hug.

  “Candy! Jay! What are you two doing here?!?!” She hugged Candy as tightly as she could, kissing Jay on the cheek as I walked behind her. I placed my hand on shamise’s hip, giving my shotgun partner pound while kissing Candy on her cheek. “i thought you two were still in Atlanta?”

  “Actually, we would have still been there, if your Daddy hadn’t have gone ahead and footed the bill.” Jay traded glances with me, letting the cat out of the bag, as it were. I didn’t want anyone knowing I was sponsoring anyone, but I knew shamise wouldn’t betray my trust.
“We’ve been keeping a low profile for the past year, trying to heal from the craziness with Jasmine and the kidnapping, but things have never been stronger between us.”

  “Yeah, it took me some time to get him to where I like him, but it was worth the effort,” Candy remarked, still staring in my direction. “You look good, Daddy; I was wondering if the good life was beginning to have its effect on you. Damn.”

  I swear, that woman will always be good for my ego. I tried to hide the smile on my face, but there was no way I wouldn’t validate her compliment without a grin or something. Even though they were together, she’s still “Daddy’s girl.”

  “Hey, hey, you’re supposed to only have eyes for me, remember?” Jay playfully slapped Candy’s ass for effect.

  “And I do…except when he is around.” Candy laughed, provoking a giggle from shamise. “Whether you like it or not, there’s one man on this planet I will always drop everything to make sure he is okay, and you’re looking at him.”

  Jay put his hands in the air in mock defeat. “Hey, I’m not mad at my boy. I know he’s got the swagger on this side of the fence; just remember who’s your Daddy when we’re at home and we’re good.”

  I tried my best to remain as stone-faced as I could up until Jay’s last comment. My mind wondered if he realized who he was trying to convince, and I kept my other thoughts to myself. Sometimes, what a person doesn’t know won’t hurt them. In this case, Jay was better off staying on a need-to-know basis when it came to his girlfriend.

  “You might wanna put a few karats on that finger before you start worrying about who’s calling who Daddy, playa.” I smirked when I played my trump card, shutting him down. “Until you put her on lockdown, she’s gonna act up. Trust me on that.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Jay rubbed the back of his head, trying to find the words that would get him out of the proverbial sticky situation. Candy folded her arms over her chest and gave him the side-eye as he struggled to find the words to make everything right. “I got that handled as soon as we get Stateside.”