Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld

by Shakir Rashaan

  “i don’t give a fuck what he thinks,” I spat. “He’s been on some other bullshit lately, so i’m not about to worry about that.”

  “Well, you might wanna change your tune once you find out what he’s been doing while he’s been training over here.” tiger’s facial expression turned to one of indifference as he studied my body language. “Mistress has been putting him through it, to say the least, not to mention the stuff he’s been doing with me.”

  I narrowed my eyes, wondering about the cryptic nature of his statement. “And what the hell has he been doing with you?”

  “Hold up, trick; ease back on the attitude, okay?” He held his hands up in mock protest. “He was with it, saying that he couldn’t tell you about that side of him and shit, and i told him he needed to clear the air with you before he started exploring his bisexuality.”

  I blinked a few times, trying my best to process the last words he spoke. Exploring his bisexuality?

  “i don’t believe you, tiger; you can’t be serious.”

  “i’m as serious as a heart attack, baby.” He leaned back in his spot on the couch. “you can choose to believe me or not; doesn’t make a difference to me, either way. But i have sucked his dick; i can tell you that much. In the interest of full disclosure, especially when you want me to be in your inner circle, baby, are you okay with me still being there? i love you like a sister, and i don’t like hurting my sisters; Scarlett can vouch for that.”

  I didn’t know what to think, but the signs were there, laid out on the table in front of me. He hadn’t been able to get it up for a few weeks now, and he couldn’t explain the reason why. Now, here’s tiger giving me the smoking gun, and I still needed proof of the reason my husband hadn’t been my husband since he declared his submission to Sin.

  I had to appreciate his candor and honesty, even if the information was hard to take. He could have easily hid that from me, but it made it difficult to know which move was the right one to make. Was he after my husband, or was my husband beginning to do what was best for him?

  “i still want you in my circle, tiger. i have no reason to believe you are out to hurt me, so i’m trusting you to be on my team, regardless of what you and your Domina are doing with my husband. Right now, my journey into submission is more important to me at this stage. i can’t worry about what he’s doing, and i don’t want to know unless it becomes a threat to my marriage or my health. Are we clear?”

  “Crystal clear, baby doll,” tiger grinned, grabbing my hand to kiss the back of my palm. “Unless it goes against my Mistress’ protocol, i’m with you. i love your Goddess to death, and She would kill me if i didn’t assist in your growth.”

  I checked my watch and realized if I didn’t go, I would be late for my visit with my Goddess. I kissed tiger on the cheek and got up to leave. “i appreciate what you’ve said, and i will keep it under advisement. i can’t promise i won’t confront him with the information you’ve given me, but i will be discreet with any other information we share.”

  “Look, sajira, if you were any other bitch, i wouldn’t have said shit, real talk.” tiger got up from his seat on the couch to escort me to the door. He grabbed my coat and helped me put it on, kissing me on the cheek. “your husband is a newbie, just like you, but the difference between you two is he’s trying to fake the funk. i can tell you’re in this for the long haul. Now, go and see your Goddess, darling, and give Her my best.”

  SEVEN RAMESSES

  Reagan Washington National Airport, Arlington, Virginia…

  I walked off the plane and made my way down to baggage claim to collect my luggage, already plotting in my head how I was going to deal with the task in front of me.

  I walked by the limousine drivers and noticed a rather stacked and stout young lady, about six feet tall, maybe an inch short of that, holding a sign displaying my full legal name.

  I was surprised to see her there to greet me, especially when I hadn’t seen her before in my life. But it was a pleasant surprise to be escorted by such a lovely creature indeed.

  I guess in hindsight I shouldn’t have been too surprised, as I’d suspected Master Seti would spare no expense in making my stay in the DMV, as pleasant as he could. I’d called the day prior to my departure from Vegas to inform him of my arrival, as such was general protocol with any of the Elders associated with Amenhotep.

  The driver was very attractive. Her distinct features put me in the mind of the Italian peninsula. She was clad in a pencil skirt, teasingly above the knee, and matching blazer, both black in color, and four-inch heels. Her lean, muscular frame left no doubt she could handle my luggage with little assistance from me, no matter how much my vanilla-centric chivalry wanted to oblige her.

  “Good afternoon, m’Lord, my name is slave nadia. Please follow me to the car, Sir,” nadia announced as she loaded the bags onto a cart and led me out to the parking lot. “Master has alerted me of Your presence, which is why i am driving You to the House, Sir. Master didn’t want You to get lost. He informed me it has been a few years since You’ve been out this way.”

  I laughed at her statement. It hadn’t been that long.

  “Yes, slave nadia, your Master has a way of reminding Me of such things in the most grandiose fashion possible.” We walked across the lot, and I was impressed to see the Cadillac Escalade Hybrid limousine we approached. “Very nice, slave nadia, your Master shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble.”

  “Sir, if i am allowed to say so, He wanted to make sure You were especially comfortable while You stayed with us.” nadia smiled, looking forward instead of turning back to make eye contact. “He doesn’t make these accommodations for everyone, Sir, so it is an honor to be of such a special service to You.”

  I climbed into the backseat while nadia placed the luggage in the cargo area to prepare for the ride back to the estate. On the middle console was a USA Today newspaper, and packed in a cooler in the opposite seat from me was an assortment of soft drinks and juices and a bag of roasted peanuts.

  “Master thought You would like a light snack before Your arrival, m’Lord.” nadia read my mind before I could ask.

  I smiled. This had sajira written all over this one. I would say shamise also had her hand in this, but there was no telling if she was at the house at the time nadia called to confirm the items sitting on the side of me.

  “Remind Me to thank your Master upon our arrival, slave nadia,” I responded as she slid into the front seat of the car. I noticed a slight blush spread across her face at my statement. That meant she knew she would be properly spanked for following her Master’s protocol to the letter.

  We made the trek, beginning from U.S. Route 1 heading toward I-395, passing through the intersecting streets that crisscrossed and made up the Alexandria area. I took a sip of the orange juice bottle by the time we crossed over I-395 and continued south heading toward Mount Vernon.

  I was reading the paper as we passed by the shopping malls and department stores, going from the commercial into the residential area, when I felt eyes on me, trying to get a better look at what I was doing. I looked up and met a gorgeous pair of hazel eyes staring back at me with the intensity and heat of a desert sun. She lingered for a moment before those eyes softened and gave rise to a lust their owner wanted to act upon, but she wasn’t quite sure if she should or not.

  nadia tried to conceal her shy streak as she sneaked looks through the rearview mirror as she deftly moved through traffic. She tried to get a peek in right before the fork in the road would either take us to the estate or take us to the Mount Vernon estate, the home of our nation’s first president.

  We kept this dance up for another half-mile or so. Every time I caught her looking up at me, she giggled to herself and focused her eyes on the road again, trying to steal as many glances as she could before we arrived.

  I purposely began staring at her through the rearview mirror. The next time our eyes locked, nadia found her fingers tracing the outline of the blazer. Sh
e nimbly lowered the mirror to an angle to where I could enjoy the view, and I noticed nadia had unbuttoned her blouse and revealed her bra. I licked my lips at the way the satin caressed her breasts.

  She blushed at my open satisfaction at her exposure, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, using her peripheral vision to keep her eye on the road and on me at the same time, and taking her free hand to expose her right nipple for my further enjoyment. She moved the mirror back to a position to reconnect with my eyes, pouting her lips to blow kisses for a few fleeting moments.

  By now, my manhood had made its presence very much aware to me, and I couldn’t ignore what it obviously wanted my mouth to say. But this was neither the time nor the place to engage in that type of mischief, as it would be a direct violation of the rules of engagement, and my reasonable half understood that. However, my libido silently crept into the far reaches of where I kept the “Beast” at bay, beckoning to it, I have the key to unlock your cage; all you have to do is beg for it.

  I wanted her to beg so badly it made me weak. I imagined her legs wrapped around the small of my back, growling in her ear as I took her in the backseat, the tint in the windows providing the perfect cover in broad daylight before finally getting on with completing the journey.

  nadia sensed my dilemma, and I sensed she was in a bit of a quandary herself. The vehicle slowed for brief interludes, which alerted me to the intimation she was not yet ready to end this dance. Each pause at the stoplights was torture for the both of us, increasing the tension from a simmering boil into an ominous volcano that could blow at any moment

  My intense stare into what I imagined were her now-bright green eyes let her know I was straddling the thin line between commanding her to pull the vehicle over to the first secreted location for a clandestine and ravenous merging of two bodies, and thinking better of it and commanding her to cover herself up before we arrived at the estate.

  I shook off the lustful state I was in as best I could. I had further business to take care of, and I couldn’t allow myself to let the “chairman of the board” fuck things up because it wanted to get wet for twenty minutes.

  nadia slowed down long enough to make the turn to the street where the estate was located, stopping the vehicle long enough for the two of us to gather ourselves and for her to straighten her uniform to look presentable once we entered the compound. Once all was back in its place, nadia put the truck back in gear and we headed toward the house once again.

  I didn’t mind the cat-and-mouse games too much. In fact, it was a bit refreshing to see such a lovely woman nonverbally flirting without the pretenses of titles and station. Well, at least not entirely. The fact that I was a Dominant in this realm, and a Dominant nadia had developed a respect for, might have had something to do with her flirting on the edges. The way I saw it, she, in the brief time we’d shared the same space, developed a passion that was predicated upon her respect for my station, and the good things she had heard from her Master about me.

  That was fine by me. It’s not like I could not have had nadia hot and bothered under normal circumstances, but at the same time, it helped to not have had to put the litmus test out there.

  The next time she looked up at me, I gave a wink, letting her know I wouldn’t discuss this little interlude between us with her Master, and blew her a kiss from the backseat to consummate the brief dance between us.

  nadia returned the gesture with a kiss in the mirror at me of her own, letting me know she enjoyed the dance as well, and a wink letting me know we could continue the dance again, with her Master’s permission, whenever I was ready.

  Sometimes, it’s great to be Pharaoh.

  EIGHT NEFERTERRI

  “Good evening, my Goddess. i imagine You were not expecting me.”

  Those were the first words out of Scarlett’s mouth as she presented herself, in her kneeling position, at the threshold of the front door of our new home.

  The words out of my mouth would have been oh my God, but that would have been a gross misrepresentation of my feelings at that moment. It was a sight I honestly had no recent hopes of seeing: our precious shamise back amongst her family.

  When Ramesses first told me he had heard from her while we were in Dubai, I honestly thought he was joking. When I realized he wasn’t, my heart actually skipped a beat or two. Deep down, I believed she would find her way back within the House once again, but I tempered my hopes with a dose of reality as well. After all, she was on the West Coast now.

  “Hi, baby. Yes, I will say I was not expecting you. I was actually awaiting sajira’s arrival soon. she will be very happy to see you. Now, on your feet, My Scarlett,” I commanded, pointing toward the loveseat in the living room for her to kneel near.

  “Yes, my Goddess.”

  Once we settled to get a chance to talk a little more, I was dying to know what prompted the surprise visit, as she knew it was a breach of protocol to drop in unannounced.

  Before our conversation could start, the doorbell rang again, alerting me to sajira’s arrival. “Stay here, Scarlett. your sister is at the door.”

  I don’t know who was smiling more at that moment: me, or Scarlett.

  I opened the front door and allowed sajira to crawl to her place on the other side of the loveseat, where she was not aware of Scarlett’s presence until she settled into her kneeling position and I commanded her to open her eyes.

  “Oh my God, Scarlett!” she screamed, trying hard to fight back feelings to reach out and hug her. “i’m sorry, my Goddess, i didn’t mean to—”

  “It’s alright, this time, sajira,” I told her, stroking her hair and then tapping her on her shoulder to release from her position. “I was quite pleasantly surprised to see her as well.”

  “Thank You, Ma’am, it won’t happen again,” sajira sat on the floor opposite Scarlett. She was flustered from having been caught breaking protocol, and it showed. “i’m trying to figure out, well, that is to say—”

  “Scarlett, your former sister is dying to know, what are you doing here?” I asked her, running my fingers through the familiar crimsontinged tresses that once belonged to me. A similarly familiar purr escaped her lips, letting both sajira and me know she missed it as much as I did.

  “Well, Ma’am, i’m not sure if You’re going to believe this or not,” Scarlett started, still enjoying the attention that I was giving her. “i’d guess i’d sum it all up in three words: i am divorced.”

  “Okay, spill it, baby. What the fuck happened?”

  This complete look of astonishment hit sajira and me, and I immediately commanded her out of her submissive mode. This was a conversation that Scarlett, Mercedes, and Kitana needed to have.

  It was one of those rare times where the girls got to see me as something other than their Goddess, and it helped them balance a little bit sometimes. It helped me because we could have those times to be at ease around each other. Besides, I couldn’t be “on” all the time. Maybe my Beloved could be, but he could afford to. They expected the “Great One” almost everywhere we went. He had his days where he turned it off, and no one could tell the difference except for me or the girls, but the expectation was always there.

  We sat down on the couch while sajira walked into the kitchen to grab some Moscato and wine glasses. From Scarlett’s body language, this had the makings of a very interesting story to tell.

  “Well, once we got out to L.A., things were good for about a month.” She took a sip of her wine as she recalled the events that led her to our doorstep. “A couple of weeks ago, this woman started calling the house, telling me she’d been sleeping with my husband since before we got married.”

  Scarlett didn’t shed a tear as she recounted the events like they happened yesterday. In fact, I swore she couldn’t suppress a grin and a giggle or two. I wasn’t surprised. A polyamorous mindset could sometimes protect your heart in situations like this…sometimes.

  “So, did you cuss her out? Did you confront her?” Kitana continued the
barrage of questions.

  “Well, considering I had plans at the beginning of the year to see my family and satisfy my service and kink fix, I really wasn’t one to trip out about the whole affair,” Scarlett explained. “So, I invited her over to talk about things.”

  “You did what?!?!?” Kitana protested.

  “Relax sis, I didn’t ambush her or fight her or anything,” Scarlett told her. “In fact, once we got a chance to get to know each other a little better, things really started to take off between us.”

  Took off? Now, I knew my Scarlett had her moments where she could be a bit, well, altruistic, but befriending the “enemy” was not something I expected her to do, especially when the woman admitted she fucked her husband.

  Something still wasn’t adding up, though. If things were okay, why was she here?

  “Okay, now you have me confused, baby,” I interjected. “Why are you divorced, then? Sounds to me like she would be willing to keep the secret and have you both without the other knowing about it.”

  “Well.” Scarlett grinned. “The reason I’m divorced is he had been in love with her the entire time. She felt I deserved to know. The wild part was the sex we had that night.”

  “Wait, what ‘sex you had that night’?” I asked, trying to get a gauge on the situation. “You fucked her, baby?”

  “Yes, I did, I couldn’t help it, Goddess. She was sexy.” Scarlett closed her eyes for a minute to take in the visual all over again.

  “Damn, now I know it couldn’t have been me, sis.” sajira shook her head. “Ice would suffer; I can tell you that much. But something doesn’t add up. Why do you look so sickeningly happy to be divorced?”

  Scarlett, by this point, had the glow of a woman who had gotten away with murder. “I left one significant part out of the whole situation. The ‘she’ that I’m talking about…is a shemale.”

  “What?!?!?” we both screamed in unison.