Tempest

by Shakir Rashaan

  He let my arms go and I wrapped them around his neck as his arms locked around my waist to keep me from moving. I wasn’t going anywhere, and I didn’t want to go anywhere. If I could’ve stayed within the safety of his arms for the rest of the day, I would’ve been content.

  He waited for the tears to subside before he asked his first question. “What’s this about, sajira? you’ve never been so desperate.”

  “i want these evil thoughts in my head to go away, Daddy.” I couldn’t stop sounding like a teenager around him, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to make it all better. “i’m all out of sorts, and i’m losing focus.”

  “Listen to Me, baby.” He caressed my face, knowing from past experience it would calm me down and have my attention focused on him. “This storm will pass, and we will be there to help you through it. lynx will be dealt with, wait and see.”

  “But i want these feelings to go away now!”

  “I know you do, baby, and I have just the thing to help with that.” His smirk had me wet already.

  My ears perked up when I heard that. My body took notice of his manhood rising between my legs, straining against the fabric of his shorts. He was turned on, but he needed to know if I was okay first.

  I would be, as soon as I took the Chairman out and proceeded to give him my latest oral presentation.

  “What do You have planned for me, Daddy?” I cooed in his ear. I was in full-blown, teenage baby-girl mode now, and there was nothing either of us could do to stop it. “Is it something tasty for me to suck on?”

  He laughed as he slid my hand to feel the answer to my question. My eyes widened and I licked my lips in anticipation of his next command. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I slipped off his lap, tugging at the waistline of his shorts, trying my best to keep from looking like I was rushing to give my presentation. “I haven’t had him all week and i’m already wet with thoughts of having him enjoy my oral presentation.”

  “Mmmmm, damn, baby, you have Me weak.” He leaned back against the cushions, lacing his fingers in my hair. I had him where I wanted him, and I didn’t want him to say or do anything. All he needed to do was lie back and let me do all the work. “If you keep this up, you’re gonna put Me to sleep.”

  “You know i wouldn’t have it any other way, Daddy,” I purred as I slipped his shorts off. His shaft sprang to life once freed, and I didn’t know whether I wanted to suck him or ride him, I was so horny I didn’t care which one I did first! “Your wish is my command; my body is Yours to control and enjoy.”

  The next thing I knew, he lifted me off my knees and I was on top of his lap again, my pussy inches away from being completely engorged with his girth. “your body will be pleasing to a few tonight, My sexy girl.”

  “A few?” I asked, gritting my teeth as I slid down on top of him. God, he felt so full inside me, and I hadn’t hit the base of his shaft yet. Fuck. “As long as I get You at the end, I don’t care, Daddy.”

  He took control of my hips, moving me up and down slowly, making me feel every single inch of him, my body trembling with each downward stroke to feel him deep inside of me. His hands were so damn strong, for a moment, it felt like he had total control of my body, moving me the way he saw fit.

  “I’ll be there, precious, I promise.” He groaned as I squeezed tightly around his dick, determined to make him lose control and let me do the work. The grip on my hips began to loosen, enough for me to move his hands to my ass so I could really go to work.

  His eyes narrowed. It was his usual tendency to alert me he knew what I was trying to do, but he never stopped me. I wasn’t about to stop, not until I got what I wanted. I grinned as I felt the negativity slipping away from the recesses of my mind, replacing them with all kinds of delectable, deviant and evil thoughts of what he might command of me later tonight.

  My mind was ablaze with any and all possibilities, and I secretly wished a few of my darker fantasies would be realized while in this tropical paradise. I wanted to be used and abused in every way possible, with my skin kissed by more than a few dragon tails and bull whips being at the top of the list. I wanted to feel the stinging sensation, the near burning that came with the skin being broken as I submitted to several whips being thrown at me at once.

  I was so entranced in my own thoughts I didn’t realize Daddy had picked me up and had me pinned under him on the couch. The plush pillows and his drilling deep inside of me with no hesitation awoke me from the fantasies I enjoyed to realize I was still in the middle of one with him!

  “Daddy, shit!” I screamed, every nerve ending at its most sensitive, begging to be released into a symphonic cascade of orgasmic waves that would threaten to take me at least twenty-thousand leagues deep. “Daddy, i’m coming!!!!”

  He was in his zone, and it didn’t matter what I said to him, he was not going to hear me, so I grabbed and clawed at his back, screaming in octaves I didn’t know I had, losing myself in the release that I needed and that only he could take me through. My body convulsed, trying to brace itself for the multiorgasmic torrent that was soon to come as he continued to piston in and out of my sex until he reached his own crescendo.

  His primal growl in my ear made me come again, knowing it would be mere seconds before the eruption I awaited would arrive.

  “Give it to me, Daddy…come on, i want it all!” I cheered him on from my vantage point, ready for him to pull out and stream his essence all over my chest and stomach. The intensity of his strokes gave me a clue that he’d been so built up that I might expect a river by the time he’d released.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m coming!” He pulled out of me and barely had enough time to get close to my chest when the explosion gripped him. I grabbed his shaft and continued to stroke him, delighting in the stream of his essence as it landed on my stomach, my chest, and my face. “Ohhhhhhh fuuuuucccckkkkkk, you got Me…. shittttt!!!!!”

  He slumped once his orgasm relented, barely able to breathe as I kissed all over his face to keep him grounded there with me. Any negative thoughts that I thought I had were a distant memory, and there would be no worry about whether they would return, even if I happened to see the source of those negative thoughts at the party tomorrow night. With any luck, I would be so engrossed in whatever Daddy and Goddess put me through that he wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgewise.

  He finally lifted up slightly, pulling me into his lap to kiss me some more. I relished this chance to simply be in the moment with him, the same way when I was with Goddess or shamise. Once I realized I would have that type of connection with amani, my pussy tingled again, ready for another round.

  “Okay…what were we…talking about again?” He tried to breathe through the questions in his mind as he struggled to remember the conversation we had before lust took over and brought us to where we were right now.

  I kissed his lips before settling back into his chest. I wasn’t about to ruin a perfectly wonderful afternoon with idle chatter that we could have tomorrow. “Don’t worry, Daddy, i’m sure it will come to You sometime tomorrow, and we can talk about it then.”

  THIRTY amani

  “She’s amazing, bruh, absolutely amazing.”

  I spent my “free” day on the island chilling out with my frat, catching up on how things were going with Mistress Blaze since the last time I visited with them. I wanted things to work out between them for my own selfish reasons. Let’s face it, being a submissive male, a black submissive male, for that matter, was not a bed of roses. As it was, being a submissive male came with its own brand of madness.

  Of course, there were the stereotypical views society had: we were spineless; we had no real backbone and didn’t know how to stand up for ourselves; we were dismissed as not being “real men,” or we were only “acting” submissive because it was an easier way to get pussy.

  The last time I checked, the above assumptions that women had about submissives made it harder to get some, not easier. But
what did I know?

  Hell, being a six-three, 200-pound young, black male who was in good shape had its own issues. Jelani would catch some of the same heat for having relatively the same build. tiger was slight of build by comparison, about five feet eight inches and about 160 pounds on a good day. lynx wasn’t much better: maybe around five feet eleven inches and 180 pounds, so they didn’t get the issues we get in terms of women assuming we’re dominant or we “should” be dominant.

  What had been the most irritating insinuation of all was the ideal from the male Dominants that we could be pushed around and we wouldn’t push back.

  Sir Lyrical found out how untrue that assumption was. He was still nursing that broken nose and sore ribs, the last time I asked about him. I should have put him to sleep for even breathing hard in my Goddess’s direction. Oh well, I guess I could’ve gained some measure of satisfaction that he was going to get what was coming to him.

  Combine those frustrations with the “do-me” submissives that made shit difficult for those of us who truly wanted to serve and you had daily fights that had to be won or lost, depending on the day. I think that was why I wanted Jelani on board as a lifestyle submissive. If anything, I’d be able to have someone to help me understand myself even better, and it would be with someone I could trust not to out me, too.

  “So, since She’s so amazing, bruh, why don’t you see if things can be taken to the next level?” I asked.

  He thought about it for a moment, and the answer he gave was, in my opinion, a complete copout, but he might have honestly been feeling that way. “Bruh, the other relationships i have had with other women, once i told them about the things i am into, the relationship goes south quickly.” He found himself trying to figure out what the real holdup was, almost trying to measure his words. “i don’t want to put myself out there and then She turns into those same women who swore that my submissiveness wasn’t a deterrent, but the exact opposite is true later on down the line.”

  “And you honestly believe She doesn’t feel the same way about what you might be, frat?” I rebutted, trying to give him the “shoe-on-the-other-foot” argument. “i have been around Mistress Blaze for a while now, and She is as genuine as they come. She wouldn’t be a part of the Society if She were less than genuine, trust me on that. If i told you about the countless wannabe submissive males that She’s met, it would make your head spin, especially the ones coming from the foot-fetish sect. It sounds like you both are a little gun-shy, and that’s okay, too.”

  “So, what do you suggest, bruh? i mean, really, because i am extremely attracted to Her, and after the night we had last night, i know the feeling is mutual, but i’m not about to get my hopes up again.” Jelani’s eyes searched mine to get some idea of how to proceed.

  The smirk on my face confused him as I felt like I was looking at myself about a year and a half ago, at the same crossroads with my Goddess and Sir. I loved him like a brother…hell, he was a brother, he was my frat…so I decided to explain some things to him.

  “i’m going to let you in on a little secret, bruh.” I leaned in close as though I were letting him in on some conspiracy. “i have had you two followed the entire time you’ve been on the island.”

  “What the fuck, bruh?” Jelani protested.

  “Not like that, bruh, they haven’t been taping you or spying in on whatever you have been doing behind closed doors, but they have been observing the both of you, when you’re with each other and when you’re away from each other.” I tried to keep him calm to make sure my words sank in. He needed to get the gist of what I was trying to do for him; no one really did that for me, at least not another submissive male, anyway. “Those persons let me know what i already suspected: you two are more than compatible to each other. During the time you two were away from each other, neither of you bothered to partake of some of the indulgences of the island, and you know what i mean by that.”

  He blushed when I mentioned the last part. I purposely tried to set him up with the masseuse, including arranging for a happy ending, and he summarily declined the offer without as much as a double-take. He was into her, and she was her type, but his nose was wide open thinking about Mistress Blaze.

  “Quit playing like this opportunity will come again in another week or something; we both know that it won’t,” I stated, staring him down. “i almost made that same mistake with my Goddess, and if it weren’t for my Sir dropping the hammer on me to help me see the truth of what i was doing, i guarantee you i would not be with the House i am with now. They have no tolerance for submissives who try to fake their way into getting what they want.”

  It wasn’t the easiest thing to admit, and I hadn’t thought about that uncomfortable ride in the car with Ramesses in quite some time. I believed that things happened for a reason, and truthfully speaking, if he hadn’t been the one to screw my head on straight, I probably would have been on the outside looking in. I shuddered to think what might have happened if Goddess were single instead of part of a Dominant Couple and I pulled the stunts that I pulled.

  I guess my words had some effect, as I observed Jelani in deep thought. His eyes were closed, and I imagined he was trying to weigh the pros and cons of what he was about to consider doing. It wouldn’t be easy, but hell, if it was easy, everyone else would be doing it. As I’d learned in my own lessons, those that truly want to serve, it was a calling, not simply some passing fancy, and I believed Jelani was one of those. With a little coaching and help from my sisters and me, he could have been a diamond in the rough. I wanted to be to him what tiger tried to be to me, a mentor, but he screwed it up because he was too busy worried about fucking me on top of teaching me.

  I wasn’t sure if I was ready to do that, but you have to start somewhere, right?

  After keeping his eyes closed for a few more brief moments, he opened them, took a deep breath and exhaled, and declared, “Okay, bruh, tell me what i have to do to get Mistress’s attention and keep Her attention. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?”

  THIRTY-ONE shamise

  “you’re interrupting my morning massage.”

  I had a routine I followed on event days.

  First, I had my morning massage, followed by a long, hot bath.

  Next, after breakfast, I checked, and then double-checked, to make sure everything was in place for the event.

  Finally, I got with sajira and amani to make sure Daddy’s and Goddess’s attire was taken care of and ready for the event.

  There were other things I either did or delegated in order to prepare during a day like today, but I wouldn’t bore you too much more with the details. Let’s say I was extremely thorough and we’ll leave it at that.

  My morning massages were meant to clear my mind and put me in the right headspace to handle the tasks ahead of me. As sexy as my masseur for the morning was and the permission from my Goddess to enjoy more than a simple “happy ending,” I was looking forward to a morning glory of delicious proportions.

  lynx threatened to kill my high by his mere presence alone.

  I guess it was my fault for wanting my massage outside of the family cabin instead of inside where I could have enjoyed my peace and quiet, not to mention the potential for some quality long stroking, but he didn’t have to be here, either.

  “i was hoping we could talk,” he said.

  “There’s nothing to talk about, lynx, and as you can see, i’m a little busy right now,” I purred as my masseur started to reach my problem areas in my lower back. All I needed was another few minutes and I would be back in heaven right now, ready to let the orgasmic waves take me.

  I felt lynx’s eyes on my body as I continued to enjoy the heaven my masseur created. I’d hoped that the more I ignored him and concentrated on my bliss, the more he would get the point and simply move on.

  Anyone want to bet what he decided to do?

  “Well, you don’t have to talk; you can lay there and listen,” he said, sitting down on the sand next to where I
was getting worked over. I rolled my eyes and focused more on the magic fingers kneading my flesh. “i want to find a way to get my wife back, and i was hoping you could help me with that.”

  Really???

  My masseur felt the tension in my muscles, and he attempted to try to keep me still so he could continue to work. Being hand-picked by my Goddess, he didn’t want to screw anything up. “My lady, I would strongly suggest that you relax, despite this minor inconvenience, and allow me to finish working you over. Do you wish for me to remove this distraction?”

  “I’d love to see you try it, bruh.” lynx stepped into his space, looking more at his chest than he was in his face. I giggled to myself, realizing that if I said the word, he would have picked lynx up and carried him away from me without hesitation.

  My masseur closed his eyes and flexed his fingers, trying his best to keep calm. He looked over at me, realizing I was still naked. “My lady, say the word, and it will be my pleasure.”

  Oooh, I could get used to this. amani has gotten used to being the bodyguard of the family and all, but this Adonis was adding to my fantasy by flexing his taut, lean, muscular frame. As much as I wanted him to turn lynx into mush, I didn’t have a choice but to call him off.

  “Forgive me for stopping you, sexy, but i need to handle this before this idiot completely fucks up my vibe.” I sat up from my spot, not caring that my breasts were exposed for lynx to see. He’d completely lost his mind if he thought I was going to help him. I raised my eyebrow as he sat there acting like he was convinced his request wasn’t insane. “my sis has moved on from you, and you made it very clear why she should have.”

  “Look, i don’t expect you to understand, but we’ve been married for ten years, and—”

  “And you threw that all away when you told her you were in love with someone else!” I cut him off, shutting him down in the process. “Now, i don’t expect you to understand, but when you tell a woman you’re in love with someone else, the writing is on the wall and there is nothing else left to talk about.”