by Mimi Tulane
“If you would, sir, I’d like to speak to you outside about that.”
Jocelyn was about to get indignant. However, her mother Ruth held up her hand and said, “Baby, sometimes you gotta let a man be a man. Trust him.” Ahmad smiled warmly at her mother and she gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek.
Jocelyn watched the two men step outside to speak then began to answer some of her mother’s questions concerning her lifestyle choice. Her parents’ acceptance was yet another weight lifted and it surprised her how easy it was to speak to her mother candidly about the life—including some light elements of BDSM. She reasoned there were still some aspects she would probably keep to herself.
Jocelyn was now ready to face whatever came at her tonight. She would go to the meeting and simply state the facts. She would stand up for her principles and her decision to help Donna and she wouldn’t stand alone, for she had the love of her family and her man behind her.
* * * *
Ronald Mackenzie had approved of his plans and promised he’d only intervene if things went from bad to worse, so Ahmad had left Jocelyn with her parents to head to his office. With the meeting taking place later that night, he needed to act quickly. He picked up his phone and proceeded to dial up “friends” to call in a few favors. He still had his ties to the FBI on some levels and it wasn’t hard to get the information he sought. He would give the information to his Angel to use as a bargaining chip if things got as ugly as Jocelyn thought they might. Where his Angel was concerned he’d do whatever was necessary to ensure her well-being and the well-being of those she loved and cared for.
There was still one Mackenzie that Ahmad needed to seek out. He wasn’t sure how the meeting would go but he was on a mission now and after facing the senior Mackenzie in his woman’s life—and surviving—a meeting between himself and Mac should be a piece of cake. He hoped.
When he arrived at Mac’s truck-leasing company, Imani was at her desk. He’d come to learn that Dominance ran in the family and even more so when Imani had shared her own story with him before leaving the day she came over to the house. He had a deep respect for the sassy vixen and admired her day collar while she greeted him with that smile of hers. She too was proud of her life and there was no denying the love she had found with Jonathan Mackenzie.
“Hello, Imani, I’m here to meet with your fiancé, or is it boss? I believe I recall there being some mention of him being both?” As he spoke he scratched his head in feigned confusion. He couldn’t help it—a little payback from her teasing him was in order and lifted the levity of the situation.
“Well he’s standing right behind you, silly. You can ask him that yourself!” was her sassy retort. Her cute giggle at his slow nod at being caught teasing another’s man female, his sub no less, had him wondering if he just landed his ass in hot water.
He turned to face Mac who nodded briskly and showed him to his office. Mac was indeed a cutting figure and Ahmad could see how they both might be cut from the same cloth, which in his estimation had just raised the stakes. “I see Rasheed isn’t the only one that has jokes in this family.” That was Mac’s opening line as he crossed his arms over his chest taking his stance.
Ahmad inclined his head. “I have my moments. I came by to ask, if you hadn’t already decided, if you would be attending tonight’s meeting with my Mistress. She’s told me you are already aware of what is at stake…sir.” There wasn’t anything submissive about his address to Mac, only him acknowledging the Domship of his Mistress’s cousin as a formality.
“You’re damn straight I plan to be there, and I hope whatever you have up your sleeve does what it’s supposed to do. Jocelyn is my heart—next to my baby girl Imani—and I don’t plan on seeing her get hurt by you or anyone.” For the second time another Mackenzie male was making himself plain, but in this case Ahmad needed to address him plainly as well. “I respect the role you have in my Mistress’s life and your position, but where Jocelyn is concerned, she’s mine. I serve her by choice, by my own will, and I don’t owe you an explanation. I can promise you though, hurting her isn’t in the cards, but what is in my deck is seeing to her protection, giving to her my continued devotion and seeing that motherfucker Mark Comfry twist.” He then folded his own arms. He didn’t expect what came next.
“Turn around slowly and look through the blinds.” Mac said it so quietly Ahmad wasn’t sure he had actually spoken but did as he asked. Imani was chewing on a pencil staring directly into the office but jumped when Ahmad turned then arched his brow in her direction as Mac leaned around him and spoke directly into the air. “Imani.” One word, his fiancé’s name was all he had uttered.
“Oh damn, I guess I’m caught?” Ahmad could hear Imani without distortion and realized the intercom was on the entire time that he and Mac had been conversing. “Imani, we’ll talk about that when we go home but can you turn the com off…please?” Ahmad suppressed his grin as she turned her pretty nose up in the air and jabbed at the intercom button on her phone then removed her head set. Mac then closed the blinds adding further insult to injury, Ahmad presumed, but the rich laughter that burst from Mac as he palmed his face allowed his own to come forth.
Mac offered his hand to Ahmad who shook it firmly. “You’ll get no interference from me, my man, as long as my cousin is happy, you and I have no quarrels. Besides, as you just witnessed, I have my hands full with that sassy woman out there.”
Ahmad chuckled. “I wasn’t being out of line I hope with Imani she and Jocelyn had a good time at my expense last time we met.”
“Naw, man, it’s all good. I just wish our meeting wasn’t under the present circumstances.” Mac’s grim expression had returned bringing it back home to the nature of his visit.
Ahmad outlined what he had in mind and Mac grinned slowly, nodding his head with each detail Ahmad shared. “Yeah, count me in. Rasheed and I, we got your six. Mistress Lady J, she’ll run the calls. You just deliver the play book, brother.” Mac wouldn’t have to worry. Ahmad knew his game and could play it, well.
When Ahmad left Mac’s office he made a final stop dropping by Velvet Fantasy to speak briefly with Rasheed.
Ahmad wasn’t surprised that he too knew of his relationship with his cousin. Rasheed was all grins noting Ahmad didn’t look any worse for wear. To which Ahmad chuckled before relaying the meeting time and his plans. Rasheed quickly sobered, however, his eyes taking on a hard edge. Like Mac he loved his cousin Jocelyn and their close bond was plainly evident especially with them both working together. Mark Comfry’s threat wasn’t sitting well with any of them. Rasheed had closed the club for the night to attend the meeting.
He then gave Ahmad a sly grin before saying, “So now that you’re going to be a part of the family, perhaps we can find a place for you here at the club. The ladies love to watch the male subs shaking their ass in the cages.”
Ahmad arched his brow. “Do you really think Mistress Lady J is going to allow me to parade around in latex suspended in the air on ladies’ night?”
Rasheed rubbed his chin and nodded. “Yeah you got a point there, brother, she ain’t having none of that.” The men shared a laugh and shook hands before he left.
Ahmad marveled at the camaraderie he felt when dealing with Jocelyn’s cousins. He’d never been fortunate to have a family of his own and the acceptance from the Mackenzie family had meant the world to him. With the remainder of his business concluded, Ahmad returned home to speak with Jocelyn. Her parents had left and it was now just the two of them. She went over the protocol again with him for the Council meeting. He’d have to remember that he was her sub while there and no matter how much Mark may anger him, he was to remain in proper form. When the floor was opened for comments, then he could have his say if need be. Ahmad agreed and promised he’d hold his peace as best he could but made no promises not to knock Mark Comfry’s ass to the floor if he stepped to his lady in the wrong manner. Jocelyn had blessed him with a genuine smile before pressing in close for a smo
ldering kiss then ordering him to strip down and join her in the shower, to which he happily complied. The meeting was in a few hours but for now he was content to serve his lady and serve her well.
* * * *
He stripped down, his body on display as she was fond of requesting. He followed her to the shower adjusting the water to the temperature she preferred. “I want you to remove my clothing, Ahmad, slowly, you may offer me whatever pleasure you wish.” His cock leaped at her instruction. Whenever she gave him free rein, it was like winning the lottery. What would he do first with his newfound fortune? He didn’t think he could be as turned on as he was but no matter what the command when it came from the lips of his angel he was up to the task—literally.
He peeled away her blouse, trailing hot kisses along the column of her neck, her breasts tempting him from the cups of her demi bra. Instead of enjoying them, he first lifted her to the double vanity to remove her heels. He kissed the balls of her feet through her stockings, taking time to nibble and suck on her dainty toes. He had no problems worshiping his lady, and her feet were no exception.
His cock was lengthening from the sight of her, her back arched against the vanity mirror, cupping her breast as he worshipped her feet. He slid the palms of his hands slowly across the fabric of her pants, relishing the feel of her legs as he made his way toward the button on her slacks. Leaning forward he captured her nipple through the bra, teasing her with his lips, as he opened her pants and slid them down to her ankles then completely off her legs. She was a vision in black—black satin bra and panties, black sheer stockings and garters, laid out for him like a buffet. He was ready to feast.
He captured her lips then reached between them to unclasp her bra, peeling away the cups. His mouth was watering as he drank in her breasts. Jocelyn was not top heavy but her breasts were perfect in his eyes, high and round with nipples that jutted out demanding he taste them. Her moan hit the pit of his stomach as he worked her nipples with his lips and tongue, flickering the buds in rapid succession.
When she placed her hands upon the back of his head and pushed his head lower, he licked a hot trail south, his destination still encased in satin. Kneeling he lifted both her legs up, holding them together so that her panty-clad pussy was visible between her thighs. Moving the thin fabric aside, he was rewarded with the sight of her wet folds, bare and needy. His tongue snaked out to take a swipe savoring her juice as she whimpered from the contact.
The water from the shower was just background noise, forgotten for the moment as his tongue flicked and teased her pussy. He wanted more of her so he removed the panties tossing them to the floor then spreading her thighs wide before delving once more and capturing her clit between his lips. “Ahmad! Baby, that’s so nice, yes!” she cried out as he tongue fucked her cunt, licking and suckling her clit, with loud slurping sounds. He was indeed enjoying his feast.
Rising slowly he removed her garter and stockings, raising her feet to his lips again. Now that they were bare he could really show them the attention they deserved. He sucked each toe into his mouth nibbling and flicking between them, rubbing her feet across his face. She arched and moaned as he worshiped her toes, taking the entire row of them into his mouth greedily then laving the balls of her feet.
When Jocelyn began to rub her free foot across his cock, nudging his balls, his stomach tightened. Following her lead he took both her feet and sandwiched his cock between them rubbing the pad of her feet against his shaft, pumping his hips in tandem.
“So you’re a foot man I presume?” she purred to him, pumping his cock with her feet, the motion causing her breast to sway gently.
“There’s not a place on your body I don’t adore, Angel,” he answered and was rewarded with a sensual smile.
“There’s one place you have haven’t explored. I need you to fuck my ass, Ahmad, now.”
Ahmad thought he’d just died and gone to heaven. Jocelyn was very blunt when it came to her needs and not afraid to express what she wanted clearly, no guessing games. Picking her up by the waist, he wrapped her long legs around him. “Lube?” he asked her and she pointed to the vanity drawer. Fishing it out, he carried the bottle and her into the shower, pressing her back against the wall before impaling her pussy with his dick. Jocelyn preferred her sex rough, and he would always give her what she wanted.
“That’s it, baby, fuck me, fuck me hard, baby, oh!” she crooned in his ear as he thrust within her fast and hard. His hips were like a piston. He felt the sting of her nails as she raked his shoulders, the tug of his collar as she held onto him with it. The water was cascading upon them and the sound of flesh meeting flesh was echoing off the travertine tiles. Slowing his motion he lifted her from his cock then turned her around, then knelt behind her, spreading her tight ass cheeks and began to rim her.
He chuckled when she slapped her hands against the shower wall, and continued showering her rear entrance with his tongue, then reaching forward to tease her clit as well.
“Ahmad, baby, please I’m going to come!” she cried out.
“Mistress, if you come now I’ll have to start all over again.” His voice was so deep it reverberated within the shower, the acoustics amplifying his pitch. He wanted her ignited in pleasure before he took her ass. Chuckling he rose to his feet then applied a generous amount of lube to his cock then between her ass cheeks, prepping her first with his fingers.
When he was assured she was ready to take on his girth, he pressed the wide head of his cock to her puckered opening, easing his way into the tight confines of her ass hissing from the snug fit.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Mistress,” he bit out, worried his size would be too much for her tender opening.
“You won’t, Ahmad, I want to feel you. I need to feel you!” He groaned then continued to seat himself fully inside her ass, cupping her breast as he began to thrust first slowly then with more vigor. “Oh God yes! Fuck my ass, Ahmad!”
His Angel was his cheerleader, prompting him with her praise of his prowess, encouraging him to take her and he did. His balls slapped against the flesh of her ass as he rocked and pumped inside of her.
“Spank me!” she commanded and he did, raising a heavy palm up then landing a not so delicate blow to her ass cheek, her wet skin making the sting more pronounced. She propped one foot up on the lower ledge of the shower using the wall to anchor herself as he continued to pound and spank her ass. He wasn’t going to last much further.
“Come for me, Mistress, show me I’ve done a good job!” he barked out, reaching forward to embed two fingers inside of her soaking pussy, using his thumb to tease her clit.
Jocelyn shattered apart in his arms and he followed filling her ass with his cum, his body jerking from spasms of pure bliss from the intense orgasm. It took them both several moments to catch their breath. As badly as he wanted to remain embedded within her body there was still the matter of the council meeting. He leaned his head down for one more passionate kiss before slowly pulling out.
As they toweled off, Ahmad told his Mistress he’d brief her on the way to the meeting concerning the information he’d gathered, just in case she would need to support her defense. He had every confidence in his Mistress but wasn’t beyond stacking the deck in her favor. When they finished dressing, Jocelyn stopped him before he put on the training collar she’d given him a few weeks earlier. She did not require him to wear his collar during his business dealings but insisted on him wearing it at home. He figured tonight would be a proper place to wear it as well and was puzzled by her actions.
“Ahmad, I have something for you. It’s still early but I want you to wear it tonight.” She commanded him to kneel locking her gaze with his. She then placed an ornate leather collar upon his neck, with one word spelled out in diamonds. It simply but boldly stated, Owned. “I have no doubt you’ll earn this, but tonight I want everyone to know who you belong to,” she said.
When he rose he nodded his head then took her hands and kissed them tenderly
. “I’ll always be yours, and you will always be my Angel, Mistress Lady J.”
Nothing more was said as they headed for the council meeting.
Chapter 15
Jocelyn had on her game face. She was in the presence of other Dominants and submissives and the air was charged. The council chose to meet in the conference center of Jackson Enterprises. Reese Jackson offered his conference center as a neutral meeting ground despite turning down an offer to sit on the council himself. He nodded to her as she entered with Ahmad, Mac, and Rasheed.
She noted Ahmad drew a few admiring glances. He was nothing short of spectacular in the tight mesh shirt and leather pants he donned for the occasion. His collar was on prominent display as he walked behind her and her cousins. As tall as both men were, Ahmad was still quite a bit taller and broader than either of them. She couldn’t help notice that Ahmad may have been in the role of a submissive but the way he carried himself was nothing short of an alpha male on the prowl. He was alert and discreetly taking in their surroundings. She’d chosen, with Ahmad’s insistence, to put on her trademark thigh high stiletto boots, tight leggings, and a bustier. Her hair was pulled tightly in a severe bun at the nape of her neck. She wore only two pieces of jewelry, a pinky ring that denoted her status as a Domme, and a choker that bore the emblem of the mantra “Safe Sane, and Consensual.” They took their seats at the conference table with Mac to the right of her and Rasheed to the left. Ahmad stood behind her seat at parade rest. She drew comfort knowing they were with her.
She placed a portfolio in front of her on the table and cast a bored look in the direction of her nemesis. Mark Comfry sat across from them with a smug look upon his face. He’d managed to have a few people in his corner none of whom she recognized. Most likely his cronies, fellow unsafe practitioners that enjoyed the edge BDSM gave them getting a type of high off their power trip. Mark and his crew represented the complete opposite of the tenets they claimed they subscribed to. They sat along the wall in chairs denoting they were there but not a part of the proceedings.
