Tempest

by Shakir Rashaan

  Sir Lyrical walked in our direction once he recognized my face.

  I blew air as I found myself struggling to keep the Alpha in me behaved. sajira was confused at my rising anger as he drew closer to our personal space. “shamise, what’s wrong? Do you know this guy walking toward us?”

  “Yes, unfortunately, i do, sajira, but you’re gonna have to trust me, there’s something about this guy I’m not too happy with.” I moved closer to her ear to whisper the rest of the information. “He pushed up on Goddess, trying to get some private time with Her.”

  sajira’s eyes widened for a moment before she changed her expression, trying not to tip Lyrical that we might have been talking about him. Funny thing was, I had a suspicion he would think we were anyway, even if we weren’t.

  The smug look on his face and the smile that spread across his lips sent a wave of discomfort through me. “Good afternoon, shamise. I hope your day has been going well. And who might this lovely woman be sitting with you?”

  sajira felt my fingers tighten their grip around her wrist, and almost as though she were taking a silent cue from me, she moved into protocol before she spoke. “Sir, my name is sajira, sister of sajira and amani, and princess of the House of Kemet-Ka. May i inquire as to whom You are, Sir?”

  Lyrical’s eyes roamed and lingered all over sajira’s body, further angering me. After a few seconds of enjoying the view, he finally responded, “My name is Sir Lyrical, sajira. If you don’t mind Me saying so, that is a beautiful slave name you have. your Master and Mistress must be very proud of you, too.”

  “Forgive me for correcting You, Sir, but the proper reference to Master Ramesses and Lady Neferterri in our presence would be our Daddy and Goddess.” sajira’s face remained expressionless as she spoke. I wanted to jump up and down and yell out, “Get him, sis!” “If our brother, amani, were involved in this conversation, then the reference You would use in front of us would be our Master and Goddess. i am appreciative of You liking my slave name, Sir; it was lovingly chosen for me, and i try to provide another source of pride to my family.”

  Lyrical’s smile faded and his eyes darted in my direction, searching for anything that would give him a clue of whether or not I’d poisoned her against him. I gave him no satisfaction whatsoever. He turned to sajira to continue his conversation, such as it was. “Well, in that case, sajira, I should look forward to having dinner with you and the rest of your family later this evening. I am looking forward to it.”

  He walked away before either of us could answer to the dinner invitation he spoke of, and the looks we gave each other would probably have been a source of humor for anyone on the outside looking in, but we didn’t know whether to be confused or pissed that we had to share space with this egotistical jerk.

  “i know Daddy can be a bit over the top at times, but at least He’s earned His arrogance.” sajira was the first to break the uneasy silence between us. “What a jackass.”

  I laughed so hard I had to sit down next to her to catch my breath. “See, that’s why i love you, sis.”

  “Where in the hell did He come from, and what did Goddess see in Him to invite Him to dinner?” sajira continued with the questions she hoped to ask Goddess when we all got together to prepare for dinner. “Daddy’s gonna take one look at ‘Sir Lyrical’ and dismiss Him in a second.”

  “i don’t know, sis, but She must have seen something because He got a rise out of Her; i felt it in Her body language,” I explained from the interaction earlier in the day. “you and i both know how She can get when She has Her mind made up. Not even Daddy can change Her mind.”

  “So, what do we do if ol’ boy tries to flirt on the sly?” sajira asked. “Daddy’s got a temper, even if He doesn’t show it, and it might get ugly. Do we take our concerns to them, or do we let the chips fall and watch for the fallout?”

  We got up from the area we were sitting and walked toward the shoreline, and I pondered her question the entire way. The last time we’d collectively decided to hold something back from Daddy and Goddess, we nearly got caught up in a situation we couldn’t control, and the consequences could have been more disastrous than the way it turned out. House protocol demanded that we request permission to speak freely so we could voice our concerns, but at the same time, this was our Masters’ relationship, their marriage, and that was already tricky territory. One false step and things could fall apart in a hurry.

  I didn’t want to chance it unless we had proof that Sir Lyrical had ulterior motives for getting with Goddess. If it was just a fuck, then we could leave it alone because Daddy’s never been opposed to it, with all of us still having roots in the swingers’ community. But if this man had plans to split them up, they needed to be aware of it.

  “For now, sis, we’ll keep things under wraps, especially when amani isn’t involved in the conversation,” I advised. “We need to get Him in the loop, so He can keep an eye on Lyrical, too.”

  “All right, sis, if you think this is best.” sajira shook her head. “i just hope we’re doing the right thing.”

  NINE amani

  “Mistress Blaze, i would like for You to meet my good friend, Jelani.”

  I knew I was taking a real chance trying to play matchmaker with these two, but I had a feeling they would have a good chemistry, a vibe that would spark while out in this atmosphere. I wasn’t completely convinced, but I was willing to see my boy enjoy himself.

  Jelani was a good friend of mine from college, and we pledged the same fraternity. He was an accounting major while I switched from business to pre-med to pre-law because I couldn’t make up my mind the first two years of college. I ended up becoming an EMT before I found my D/s family and settled in to taking care of the medical operations at all of the compounds.

  Talk about a step up, huh?

  Jelani and I were on the wrestling team together, too, and from sophomore year until graduation, we were like brothers on the mat and roommates off of it. We did some of the craziest and nastiest things during that time, running through women on campus like they were nothing more than ragdolls.

  Senior year would change us both, when we discovered something about the other in one alcohol-fueled night at an orgy party off campus. That night, we got with a couple of women who dared us to kiss each other. Since we wanted them to make out, they felt it was only fair that we returned the favor.

  The kiss was good…really good.

  The sex that happened between us as we took turns fucking the women and then each other was mind-boggling. I didn’t think that it would feel so erotic, so intense. The women we were with didn’t bat an eyelash, either. In fact, it seemed to turn them on even more, and they were our steady pieces of ass because they kept their mouths shut in exchange for watching us go at it.

  It sounded like a cop-out back then, but bisexuality wasn’t the most talked about or accepted thing among black men. I couldn’t exactly say things were much different now, but they definitely weren’t as in the closet as they were.

  We kept up with each other after graduation, and even though we were as wild as we were in college, we silently decided what happened in college stayed in college, and it was time to bury those urges and let the path take us where it took us.

  That was, until my Goddess unlocked my sexuality and took me to heights I’d only fantasized about.

  Whew, that woman… sorry, I had a moment, there.

  We had plenty of conversations about being submissive back then, too, but until I joined my D/s family, I thought I had the concept figured out. He struck me as the more subdued type of submissive, but I was seriously mistaken. Jelani was more service-oriented than I was, and it took shamise and sajira to teach me the difference.

  Blaze took one look at Jelani and tried her best to keep the smile from spreading across her face. “It’s nice to meet you, Jelani. amani has told us good things about you.”

  My Goddess wasn’t as cool and calm about her response. “I’d say it’s more than nice to meet
you, Jelani. You’re gorgeous!”

  I watched my friend blush at the compliment, but it wasn’t like my Goddess was lying. Jelani’s about six feet one and 200 pounds of lean, muscular, chocolate hotness! Hell, I had to keep from drooling as my mind flashed back in time.

  “Thank You, Ma’am, i’m glad You both like what You see.” Jelani’s eyes were transfixed on Blaze. He was completely mesmerized by her appearance, and I didn’t blame him one bit. Mistress Blaze was a strikingly beautiful woman, with a body that, at nearly forty-five years old, would put most twenty-year-olds to shame. “i do try to keep in decent shape.”

  Blaze finally grinned when she heard him make that comment. “So, Jelani, what made you come down to the islands unattended? I’m sure a beautiful man such as yourself would not have a problem with a traveling companion.”

  “Ma’am, that is kind of You to say, but the women i have dated over the past year haven’t been all that accepting of who i am.” Jelani’s eyes never left Blaze’s as he spoke. Under general protocol, I knew he wasn’t supposed to consistently give a Dominant constant eye contact, but his body language gave him away. He was smitten with her. “Being a submissive black male is not the easiest thing for women to deal with.”

  “Well, women tend to be a lot more narrow-minded about a lot of things, but this is not the time for that conversation.” Blaze tapped a spot next to her and then pointed at the floor near her feet—her subtle clue that she wanted him to be closer to her. “Perhaps we should speak on that later this evening at dinner?”

  “It would be my honor, Ma’am.” Jelani got up from his seat and walked toward the spot Blaze pointed to. He stopped short of sitting or kneeling, lowering his eyes and standing still.

  Blaze raised her eyebrow, and my Goddess folded her arms across her chest from our spot in the room. She let him stand there for a few more moments before she asked the question to satisfy her curiosity.

  “Are you seeking permission to sit, Jelani?”

  “Yes, Ma’am, i am.”

  “Mmmm, good boi, amani has taught you well, for a newbie. you may sit.”

  As they continued their conversation separate from us, my Goddess began to lean forward, wincing as she grabbed her stomach. I reached for her, trying to find out if there was something I could do to help.

  “I’m okay, baby, I’m going through cramps, and they’re absolutely killing me,” she responded to my concern. “I feel so damn icky right now it’s not funny.”

  I felt a need to try and take the stress away, and I knew what would do the trick, but I needed her to trust me to perform the service for her. “Goddess, would You permit me to pamper You? I think I have a way to take Your mind off the cycle giving You so much hell right now.”

  “What are you up to, amani?”

  “Goddess, please, may i perform this for You? i promise You won’t regret it.”

  I spent the past year learning some of the finer aspects of service from tiger, and this service aspect would require a lot of trust from my Goddess, but I had a feeling she would agree to it because she knew everything I’d done had been with her pleasure and comfort at heart.

  She smiled, resigning herself to the same conclusion I arrived at. “Okay, baby, I will allow it. I’m not sure what you have up your sleeve, but you’ve been a good boi all this time, there’s no need for Me to think you can’t do this for Me. Let’s go.”

  “Where in the world did you learn this?”

  I smiled as I went about my task, purposely ignoring her question. I was taking a big chance on incurring her wrath for not answering, but I was willing to take the chance because once I was done, she’d forget I’d even ignored her in the first place.

  At least, that’s what tiger constantly told me when I was training.

  When I’d first agreed to train under tiger to learn more advanced techniques to please my Goddess, menstrual service was the last thing I’d expected. Sure, I was an EMT, so the sight of blood didn’t nauseate me. I had other things in mind, but tiger was talking about doing some things that would set me apart from the wannabes in a major way.

  The first thing we did was sit down and go through all the angles to prepare for: the mood swings, the barking of commands, all of the other nuances that might surprise me during the service, doing whatever possible to make her comfortable, making sure if any conversation was being held, to keep the conversation light and sensual, but not overtly sexual unless I caught her in the moment where she wanted to be sexual.

  It was like going to sex education class all over again.

  I broke my silence after I ensured my setup was laid out the way I wanted it. “Goddess, may i offer You a drink to help You relax? Would You like some music to listen to while i work?”

  “Not until you answer My question, amani.” The tone in her voice caused my heart to flutter. Normally, that tone made me comply without hesitation, but I had to stand my ground and concentrate on the service.

  “Goddess, please allow me to complete my task first. Once i am done, I will answer any questions You ask,” I retorted. I worried I might anger her further, but this wouldn’t work if she questioned everything every step of the way. “You entrusted me to learn advanced aspects of service, and i am asking You to allow me to show You what i have learned.”

  Her facial expression changed, which eased my tension. “you may proceed, baby boi.”

  Energized by her blessing, I moved to the bar and made her an Amaretto Sour to enjoy while I performed my task. Upon returning to her, I caught myself staring at her luscious body in her bikini, taking in every curve, my fantasies coming to life in my mind. I forced myself to focus, reminding myself that this was about her comfort and pleasure.

  “Your drink, my Goddess.” I watched her eyes as they moved from the drink in her hand to take stock of the inventory I had for the service I was to perform.

  On the floor near the lounger she lay on were two towels, two washcloths, a basin sitting on top of an electric plate to keep the water warm, some scented soaps and lotions, sanitary wipes, two disposable razors, replacement tampons, a sheet of wax paper, a can of shaving gel, a small trash bag, and finally, a new bikini for her to wear.

  “May i remove Your bikini bottom, my Goddess?”

  “Yes, you may.”

  I pulled her bikini bottom down and over her knees, folding them and placing them out of view. I then carefully removed the tampon from inside her walls, taking care to use the sanitary wipes to catch any excess. I looked up and observed that her eyes were closed and her body was finally relaxing.

  When the tampon was disposed of and out of view, I spoke again, snapping her out of her trance for a moment. “This next step is going to feel a little hot, my Goddess. Please bear with me.”

  “Mmmmhmmmm.” She was in her zone, exactly where I wanted her.

  I took the washcloth and the soap and lathered them in the basin. The water was at the temperature I wanted, warm enough to clean, but not hot enough to scorch her skin. I waited until the water was at the right heat level before I placed the cloth to begin cleaning. I started at her knees, undeterred by her flinching at the warm and soapy sensation on her skin. I moved up to her thighs, enjoying the scent of the soap and fighting through the arousal resulting from the aroma.

  I moved up to her waistline, washing over her belly button, smiling as her body moved in rhythm with the pattern I created, not realizing the movements enhanced my arousal. I maintained my focus, determined to suppress my urges until later, so I could release. The way her hips moved, it became an increasingly arduous task.

  By the time I took the washcloth to meticulously wash and massage her vaginal area, she was in heat. She lifted her head, her eyes moving to the source of her growing pleasure. I kept eye contact with her, breaking our connection only when I needed to wash the delicate folds of her labia.

  “Mmmm, that feels good, baby.” She never took her eyes off me, moving her hands to caress my face. I kept to my task despite her
gestures, slipping the warm cloth over her clit before pointing the cloth, with my index finger wrapped around the cloth, deep inside her.

  She gasped, instinctively grasping my forearm, trying her best to move my finger deeper inside. I resisted her attempts, grinning at her near desperation to have me make her come before my task was complete. Without another word, I gently took her hand and removed it from my arm, getting back to my task of washing and massaging her.

  “Damn it, stop teasing Me!” I heard her demands and continued my work despite them, ensuring her labia and inner walls were thoroughly cleansed. She grew more irritated by the moment, trying to keep from screaming at me. “Didn’t you hear Me, amani?!?! Stop teasing Me and make Me come!”

  “i’m not teasing You, my Goddess.” I lied, but I kept my composure even though my insides were shaking and I wanted desperately to give in to her impassioned demands. “Please, please allow me to finish my task.”

  Her eyes widened, no doubt surprised at my restraint. A smile crept across her lips as she lay back in the lounger, giving in to what her body felt without another complaint.

  The next move would cause more of a stirring inside of her.

  I took the shaving gel and began lathering. The coolness of the gel caused her to jump again, but she quickly adjusted, letting a moan escape her lips. I covered her nether region before I took the razor to shave her.

  My Goddess already kept herself bare down there, but during her cycle she let it grow to keep the irritation to a minimum. I found that out from my sisters because they were bound by House protocol to do the same thing. Thankfully, shamise was willing to be my guinea pig while tiger walked me through shaving her. She was so impressed by my work she made sajira get shaved, too.

  Those two were easy compared to our Goddess, and they knew it.

  I took my time, keeping the blade warm and clear of hair as often as I could with the heated water in the basin. Long, slow, smooth strokes, wiping the blades clean, and repeat. I kept the steps in my head until her mound was as smooth as satin and clear of any hair.