Tempest

by Shakir Rashaan

  The last thing either of us wanted to do was issue a directive, but enough was enough.

  “sajira, you know your Daddy and I love you, but there’s only so much we can take watching you go through this.” I turned around and caressed her cheek, making sure she maintained eye contact with me. “Compromise takes two people, baby girl, and he’s no longer willing to be the other party in this.”

  “Goddess, i know, but it’s so hard to let him go.” sajira fell to her knees, clutching my thigh as tears began to fall. “i still love him, but i also know he’s being a bit ridiculous also. i want to strangle him sometimes because i know this is not the man i married.”

  “Sis, sometimes things run their course, you know?” shamise didn’t want to put the possibility of divorce out in the universe for consumption. “i know it’s not something you wanna think about, but the way he has been acting at home—”

  shamise’s thoughts were interrupted by a series of knocks that made us jump. The urgency of the knocking had us all on edge.

  I walked toward the door, picking up my Glock 19 along the way as the knocking got louder and more intense by the moment.

  I swung the door open and pointed the gun in the same motion, intent on scaring the person on the other side of the door. The barrel of the gun landed squarely between the eyes of lynx, whose angry scowl turned into trepidation quickly upon seeing the shiny piece of metal in my hand.

  “I know your Mistress taught you better than this, slave.” The irritation in my voice was not lost on him, and he immediately dropped to his knees, realizing I was not to be trifled with. “To what do we owe the honor of your, shall we say, visit?”

  “i wish to see my wife.” lynx’s eyes continued to focus on the barrel. He never looked up in my direction, realizing that transgression would compound the issue that he had already placed himself in. I was irritated by the fact that he had to be reminded of his place and protocol.

  “I assume you want to try that again, slave?” I cocked a bullet into the chamber to emphasize his need to repeat himself with the respect he was taught.

  Watching the barrel trained between his eyes, lynx dropped to his knees and dropped his head. His eyes were cast downward. He opened his palms at his knees and asked again, “Lady Neferterri, this slave would respectfully request to see his wife, if You have finished with her at this time?”

  “That’s better, slave.” I lowered my gun as shamise and sajira walked up behind me. sajira’s face twisted when she saw her husband on the ground. I know she hated seeing him like that, but if he was gonna play games, he was gonna play by my rules, even if it killed him. “sajira, baby, go take care of business with your husband; we’ll be in the main building taking care of tonight’s entertainment.”

  “Yes, my Goddess, i shall meet you there in about an hour.” She cut her eyes at lynx. The way her body stiffened, I didn’t want to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. She turned her attention back to me, letting me know she had to make quick work of her husband before getting back to the tasks at hand. “This won’t take long, i promise.”

  FIVE sajira

  “Have you lost your damn mind?!?!?!”

  I took my husband back to my private bedroom inside of the family hut since I knew we would have a slight bit of privacy to rip him a new asshole for embarrassing me in front of my D/s family.

  “No, I haven’t lost anything, at least I don’t think I have.” He had the nerve to try to sound pitiful. “As hard as this might sound to you, I miss my wife.”

  I didn’t know whether I wanted to kick him or punch him after he made that statement.

  For the past year, he had been an absolute jackass, doing everything in his power to try and make living with him as unbearable as he could. He’d moved into the spare bedroom in our home, all but stopped having sex with me six months later, and tried his best to make my sis feel like a piece of meat.

  But now he missed his wife. Yeah, right.

  “If you say you miss me, you have a fucked-up way of showing it, Ice.” I refused to call him by his slave name. In my mind, he took the “only address me by my slave name” madness too far, and I wasn’t about to feed into it anymore. “So, tell me, darling, when exactly did you start missing me? Was it before or after your Mistress stopped fucking you?”

  His eyes widened, wondering how in the world I’d found out that information. What he failed to realize was tiger, his so-called sub brother, had been feeding me information for months, which was how I was able to tolerate his bullshit. He was suffering more than I was, despite his attempts to ration out the dick he swore I couldn’t get enough of.

  If shamise wasn’t living with us full time while he was being an asshole, he might have succeeded in that pitiful effort. Even if she wasn’t, if I wanted to be a slut, I would have fucked every piece of prime male specimen my Goddess put in front of me, and she’d put some quality dick in my path, and dropped him like a bad habit.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I huffed, eyeing him as I sat on the bed to get more comfortable. “You’re lucky you’re still cute, or I would have let my Goddess do you the way you should have been done for treating me like shit for the past year.”

  “I don’t want to make this difficult any more than you want to go through it, Kitana—”

  “My name is sajira now.”

  “Touché, I deserved that.”

  “You deserve to have your balls crushed, jackass.”

  “Why are you making this apology so hard?”

  I crossed my legs and folded my arms over my breasts and gave him a look that could have burned through lead. “Is that what you’re trying to do? You’ve done a helluva lot better than that in the past, so what gives with the half-hearted apology, huh? What, you couldn’t take the yacht to Nassau to get me some flowers or something?”

  Ice dropped to one knee, moving near my legs. I tried to avoid his eye contact, but I found myself connecting, whether I wanted to or not. There was still something in me that loved this man, and despite the madness, I still loved him.

  “Well, I would have, but I wasn’t sure you wanted to see me or not.”

  He moved his hands up and down my calves and my pussy twitched from the sensation. He still knew my spots, even though he hadn’t tried to touch them in months.

  I uncrossed my legs to let him feel the inside of my thighs. He tried to move closer to my bikini bottom, pulling at the strings to untie them, but I moved his hands away. I was gonna make him work for this, determined to turn this into a grudge fuck if I decided to let it get that far.

  He moved between my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he kissed me the way he used to when he couldn’t get enough of me. I was so wet I knew I soaked through my suit, and I couldn’t have cared less because I wanted him to put this fire out.

  “I forgot how good you feel,” Ice whispered in my ear as he moved to bite down on my neck. “Damn, I can’t wait to beat this pussy up again.”

  Shut the fuck up and fuck me, you idiot, I screamed in my head, trying to get him to realize he was talking himself out of some good pussy. I tried to coax him into taking me by slipping my fingers inside and letting him lick my fingers clean, which was what I used to do whenever we got in a quickie.

  What he said next should have made me choke him to death. “If only we weren’t in different D/s relationships, we could fuck like this again.”

  I heard the proverbial screeching brakes, drying me up quicker than a puddle of water in the Sahara.

  “Get the fuck away from me right now!” I was so upset I was trembling.

  “Kitana…look, hear me out, that’s not what I meant—”

  “What part of ‘get away from me’ did you not understand?” I repeated, shooting daggers through him with the piercing stare I gave him. “You…you don’t get to hide behind your Mistress.”

  “Face it, Kitana, we had more fun when we were swinging.” He tried to plead his case. “There were no boundaries and no
bullshit rules and protocol to follow, and we got to connect at the end of the day once we were done. Tell me you don’t miss that?”

  This knee-grow got jokes!

  “Please, spare me the whole ‘we had more fun when we were swinging’ bullshit,” I retorted, grabbing a towel before I moved him out of my way as I headed to the bathroom. I felt a headache coming on, and I was pissed that I’d allowed myself to even have one. “As long as you were getting sucked and fucked, we were having a damn good time. I think about it now, and I’m really sorry I took one for the team all those years.”

  If I counted the number of times we were at swing parties and the men weren’t half the man my husband was, both in their stroke game and their sex appeal, I would have stopped swinging a long time ago and let him do his thing solo. If it weren’t for the fact that I was bi, and thanking God that either Neferterri or Ramesses was at the same parties a lot of the time, I would have been bored out of my skull while Ice fucked anything in a negligee.

  “Wait a minute…you mean you faked it with all of those dudes you were with?” Ice asked.

  “Don’t look so surprised, babe.” I laughed at my inside joke. His eyes narrowed, and I watched the wheels turning in his head, trying to go through all of the parties we’d attended. I did my best to help him along. “Keep thinking back, my love. Do you recall anything in particular?”

  “Sonofabitch!” Ice yelled as the light switch came on. “You’re serious? I mean, whenever we got home, you couldn’t get enough of me.”

  “You’re right, I needed to have you to regain my balance.” I affirmed his suspicions, and I wasn’t lying about that part. The sex was so awful, the only way I could get my nut and sleep in one piece was to fuck the shit out of the only dick I knew could get me off…my husband’s.

  “Look, I want you to leave the D/s world; I’m bored and sick of it now.” Ice put the real reason for wanting to talk to me. “I’m pretty much done anyway because my Mistress is probably going to release me the minute we get back from this trip.”

  Now that was a piece of information that I was not aware of. He’d been messing up a lot lately, but I didn’t think it had gotten that bad. Why else would Sinsual even think about bringing him along on this trip if she were seriously considering releasing him?

  Something wasn’t adding up, but one thing was for certain: I was not leaving my D/s family simply because he’d fucked himself up.

  “That’s not happening, Ice,” I answered. “I’m happy within the dynamic I am a part of, especially when things are really beginning to take off for me professionally, too.”

  “So, you’re willing to throw our marriage away for your dynamic?” Ice was incredulous. “We’ve been together for ten years. No one knows you as well as I do.”

  “You should have thought about that when you were busy trying to screw me over and screw my sis,” I lashed back at him, willing the tears to keep from streaming down my face. I shook so bad it looked like the breeze was sending chills through me. “Or are you going to deny you’ve been trying to fuck her, too?”

  “I see there’s no talking to you when you’re like this, so I’ll let you think it over for a few days.” Ice walked to the door. “Whether you realize it or not, or if you even care anymore, I do still love you, Kitana, but it’s either them or me. The choice is yours.”

  He left the room, leaving me on my back, staring at the ceiling, feeling even more confused than ever…and in desperate need of my Daddy’s touch.

  SIX NEFERTERRI

  “Do You think sajira is okay?”

  shamise had reason to be concerned, and I had to admit, I was, too. She was at a precarious point with her husband, and I didn’t envy her at all. lynx had completely lost his mind, and if I were a lesser woman, the medical staff would have been cleaning bullet fragments out of his shoulder and knees.

  “I honestly don’t know, baby; her body language was all over the place when she left us,” I pointed out. “The only thing we can do is hope she’s okay until we see her.”

  We walked to the main building from the family hut, leaving sajira to deal with her husband in private. Every fiber in my being told me to wait until I knew she was okay, but I also needed to trust my submissive to handle her business when the occasion called for it. I loved them both because they had that ability, and I wasn’t about to stunt their growth.

  As shamise and I greeted guests during our walk, I noticed the sun was surprisingly warm and inviting today, lending to a soothing atmosphere on the island. I felt it would be a perfect time to enjoy some down time, especially after I had to show steel to get a so-called submissive to stand down and follow protocol. I found a lounger while shamise found a chair nearby to sit in, but I didn’t think she would need it for long.

  “my Goddess, i would like to check in on my sis in a little while, if it pleases You?” shamise asked as she rubbed suntan lotion into my skin. Her fingers were amazing as she melted away the tension I unexpectedly built while dealing with lynx.

  “Mmmm…yes, precious, you have My permission to leave as soon as you’re done here.”

  I stretched out on the lounger, letting shamise’s expert fingers massage every inch she could manage. I listened to her hum as she went about her task, smiling as devilish thoughts crept into my mind. I didn’t care if I was flowing and it would stop her from pleasing me; I had an urge to take her back to the hut and enjoy every inch of her before taking a delicious nap.

  The zone I was in was interrupted once her humming stopped and I heard her speaking to someone. “Good afternoon, Sir, is there something i can assist You with?”

  “Yes, I was wondering if I could speak to your Ma’am.” I heard a voice that could rival my Beloved’s on the tone alone. I continued to enjoy shamise’s fingers as she returned to what she was doing. I wanted to peek through my sunglasses to see who the voice belonged to, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. He’d been trying to get me alone since he’d seen me.

  shamise was obviously not as affected by the melodious tone in his voice, and if I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn she was in a protective mode. She might be “Daddy’s girl,” but she was not about to let anybody into my space. “i’m sure You would, Sir, but at the current moment, She is a bit engaged. Please forgive me, Sir, i don’t believe we have been formally introduced. my name is shamise, Alpha slave of the House of Kemet-Ka, and i believe You already know my Goddess, Lady Neferterri. May i respectfully ask Your name?”

  “How rude of Me. My name is Sir Lyrical.” He tried his best to keep the melody in his voice in an attempt to impress me, but his tone began to lose its sing-song tinge. He wasn’t thrilled to have to speak to shamise so extensively. “I don’t mind speaking with Her while you are attending to your tasks, shamise. It seems you’re fully engaged, and I wouldn’t want to interrupt a slave while she is taking care of her Mistress.”

  I felt shamise’s fingers tense against my skin, her silent cue to alert me of her displeasure with someone. I knew she only had my best interests at heart and felt he might have ulterior motives, but I’d dealt with wannabe players trying to be Dominants in the past. Besides, I couldn’t do anything if I wanted to, so there was no point in torturing myself.

  “There’s no need to worry about interrupting My shamise, Sir Lyrical, is it?” I chimed in, my eyes still closed behind my sunglasses. I pulled my sunglasses and propped them on top of my head as I opened my eyes to turn my attention to shamise. Gauging her facial expression, I realized quickly the depths of her displeasure. I caressed her face, bringing her lips to mine to give her a soothing kiss.

  Lyrical seemed a bit put off by the display we were putting on. The look he gave me when I disengaged to focus on him amused me. I realized he wasn’t much different from my Beloved, used to getting what he wanted.

  shamise cracked a smile, realizing her part in his discomfort. Under normal circumstances, I would have spoken to her about her behavior, but I gave her some leeway, ensuring sh
e understood that I would pull her leash if she went too far.

  “No, I would not,” Lyrical uttered, trying to find a way back into the conversation so he could have my full attention. “It seems the only time I can catch a chance to speak with You, You’re with one of Your girls.”

  “Would You prefer Daddy be around You while you speak to my Goddess?” shamise’s smirk was evident on her face as she stifled a giggle. “i would pay the price of admission to see how that would happen! Good luck, trying to get Her alone with You, Sir. It would take a tsunami to hit the island and separate us from Her for something like that to happen.”

  I saw the muscles in his jaw clench, and I felt it was time to slow my property down before she really began to take pleasure in his discomfort. As much as I enjoyed watching him squirm, I did want to see if he had what it took to go the distance.

  “shamise, that’s enough, baby girl.” I placed my hand on her shoulder, calming her instantly. “There’s no way that He would be able to be alone with Me unless I felt He was worth the effort. I don’t believe this gentleman would make the mistake of crossing your Daddy by ignoring the rules of engagement, now would He, little one?”

  She cut her eyes in Lyrical’s direction, letting him know she was less than impressed with him, not caring that it might have looked like a disrespect of his station. I knew my girls, and neither of them showed their displeasure publicly unless there was a reason to. Her eyes finally turned to mine, her fingers interlacing through mine as she gave a soft smile. “Yes, my Goddess, i know He won’t cross Daddy. No one is that stupid.”

  I giggled at her, remembering a time before the girls became a part of the House when someone was stupid enough to cross him.

  He walks with a limp to this very day.

  My Beloved had a temper, as quiet as it was kept, but he flashed it on very rare occasions.