Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld

by Shakir Rashaan

Now the bitch wasn’t playing fair. Also, it was obvious from her intent on focusing on my property, she was going to continue to be blatantly disrespectful, so I dropped my leg over Damian’s shoulder in a show of territorial force. I saw Norene’s eyes widen for a minute, but she didn’t change her posture.

  If she wanted to play dirty, I had plenty where that first statement had come from.

  She sat back in her chair like she thought it was over.

  I was just getting started.

  “I don’t think so, and I don’t know where You’re getting Your information from.” I retorted, showing my anger at that moment. There were always some people who felt the need to think because Ramesses was constantly in the limelight and in the public eye that somehow, he was the one who handled everything within the House.

  Nothing could be further from the truth.

  “I have some news for You, dear.” I switched my body position to face her flush, so there was no mistaking my conviction. “The House of Kemet-Ka is handled by two Dominants; One does not outrank or outflank the other, and I handle things in the House as the final verdict, just as He does. When our submissives…emphasis on OUR…serve the two of us, together or as individuals, make no mistake they do not always come to Him to get the final say on matters or commands. Does that clear up any other issues You have in Your mind regarding how the House of Kemet-Ka is run?”

  Suddenly, pins could be heard hitting the carpet.

  Sinsual stepped in after a few seconds to break the ice building in the room.

  “Norene, we are grown women here; if You have an issue with Neferterri personally, I think You are woman enough to express it in a more discretionary manner. Do You have an issue with the Poly dynamic Neferterri has dominion over?”

  “Actually, I take issue with the fact that She is here in a de-facto capacity, for lack of a better term,” Norene answered. “She’s not the head of Her dynamic, and it fucks with My perspective of Female Supremacy. I tolerate Ramesses in all honesty because He is an honorable Dominant and He has a respect for Dominas and Mistresses and Female Masters alike, but when we have discussions like this where Her opinion can skew the prevailing thought, someone had to say something.”

  “So, You believe I’m a lesser Dominant because I share power with My husband?” I was ready to spit fire now. “How dare You presume some sort of diminished respect for Me because I don’t fit Your Supremacist ideals? And for the record, respect begets respect, bitch. You have to give to get, and right now, You will do right by Me to keep Your thoughts and opinions about something You know nothing about to Yourself from now on, since You cannot respect a different flow of a power exchange. Are we clear?”

  I locked eyes with her through the satellite feed, and I saw something in that exchange that hadn’t shown up before.

  She was hurting. As much as she tried to hide it, I could see it in her expression.

  Call me a Sadist if you want, but at that point, I was out for blood, and there weren’t too many people on this planet who could cause me to call off the dogs.

  And even those two would have hell trying to at this particular moment.

  I continued the stare-down, negating the fact that she’d surrendered the fight to me. Her eyes softened, taking one last look at Damian before she completely changed her demeanor.

  My body twitched, and I wanted to say something further, to finish her off, but I felt a calming hand across my forearm.

  “Okay, ladies, enough.” Sinsual tried to diffuse the discussion. “Norene, we all know what Your thoughts are and Your position, but to disrespect a fellow Domina is unacceptable, and to attack a Dominant who cannot be here to defend Himself is even more egregious. Your questions and accusations are baseless, as You have admittedly spent very little time around their dynamic to espouse any disdain toward Neferterri. If You wish to continue to participate in these conferences, a swift apology is in order.”

  There was more silence as all eyes turned in Norene’s direction.

  I felt Damian move between my legs, and it was at that moment, I’d nearly forgotten he was at my feet. He placed a kiss on my inner thigh and then positioned himself to massage my now bare feet. The sensation took some of the steam from my anger as I silently nodded for him to continue.

  Finally, Norene changed her tone and spoke to me. “My dear Neferterri, please accept My apology for the way I attacked You. I know it may sound hollow after what I said, but I have a great respect for what You and Ramesses have put together. It is a rare thing indeed, and I should not have tried to belittle it so fervently.”

  Still feeling the pleasure Damian brought through his foot massage, I reluctantly left his gaze to accept Norene’s apology. “Norene, I accept Your retraction, and there are no hard feelings…actually, that’s a lie; there are some hard feelings, and I’m still heated. I can’t imagine what possessed You, but hopefully, if You have issues You would like to speak to Me about in the future, I will hope You will bring them to Me privately rather than subject others to something that was not warranted.”

  Sinsual spoke to end the conference. “Ladies, it has been a pleasure, although it was rather spirited toward the end, and I do hope to see You here in a couple of weeks for the grand reopening of NEBU, formally known as the Palace.”

  “What the hell was that about?”

  There were a lot of us in the great room of Sinsual’s home who were at a loss for words as we continued some casual conversation after the conference was over.

  “She’s never been that blatantly disrespectful before today,” Blaze mentioned. “I do wonder what got into Her.”

  “Or what hasn’t,” one of the Dominas in live attendance, Goddess Hera, made mention. “She’s been in a Dominant frenzy over the past few weeks. One of My friends up there says She has been frustrated at the male and female submissives who have spurned Her advances for acquisition or play.”

  Damian had finally finished my foot massage when he silently tapped my wrist, which was the simple protocol we’d set up for him when he wanted to speak.

  “Yes, Damian, would you like to speak?” I stated for the room to hear.

  “Yes, Goddess, i think i know the reason for Her outburst.”

  “With My permission, you may speak,” I allowed.

  “Well, Lady Norene began speaking to me around the same time that You and i began speaking, Goddess,” Damian explained. “She was quite aggressive, if i am allowed to say so.”

  “Yes, you are fine, Damian; go on,” I encouraged. This information brought some things to light, and I was interested in finding out what had transpired between them.

  “Yes, Goddess,” he replied. “Per Your protocol, i informed m’Lady i was also speaking to You on a casual level at that time, and She felt i was being un-sub-like because i didn’t focus my attention on Her and Her alone.”

  The more I listened to what Damian said, the more I acknowledged one simple fact: regardless of gender, Dominants tended to be extremely territorial, even during the consideration period. I took a different tact when it came to submissives who were being considered. I likened it to “dating” and figuring out if the fit was best within the House. At the end of the day, especially in a Poly D/s household, the amalgamation of personalities was of paramount priority. Not everyone thought the way Ramesses and I did, especially the monogamous sect in the BDSM community. Once a submissive was being placed under consideration, it was almost like they were off-limits until the consideration period was over.

  “She became more verbally abusive, saying i didn’t deserve to be in a House that didn’t care about me because You were Poly with multiple submissives,” he recounted, which only upset me more that he went through this. “i tried to respectfully disagree with Her, but She felt i would be better off with Her because it was a monogamous dynamic and the focus would be on me. i admitted i might have my moments where i might crave attention, but She took the admission as me being a brat and trying to get my way. After a while, i ha
d no other choice but to block Her, Goddess. i know it sounds terrible, but She made me uncomfortable around Her, and i didn’t feel compelled to speak with Her any longer.”

  “So, I guess seeing you at My feet might have been the final straw,” I concluded. “I knew you were speaking with another Dominant, Damian, but I guess I should have asked who that Dominant was, in case we encountered Her in the future, after you’d made your decision to kneel to Me and become a part of this House.”

  “Lesson learned, My dear,” Sinsual explained. “There was no way to know Norene would be that unstable just by seeing you two together, so no need to beat yourselves up over it. She’ll have to get over it in Her own way. Now, let’s enjoy the rest of this lovely late-spring weather and take this outside.”

  We all walked out to the deck in the backyard to relax in the sun. We let the submissives congregate while the three of us got a chance to talk amongst ourselves.

  “Your boi handled You pretty well after You took target practice.” Blaze chuckled, referring to my exchange with Norene. “I saw his hands on Your feet while Sin was berating Norene. he seems to be picking up on the silent protocol pretty well.”

  “Yes, ever since he and Ramesses had their discussion, it’s like night and day.” I tried to contain the smirk on my face, but I was failing miserably. I couldn’t contain the excitement in my voice. “It’s like he’s been reading a lot, absorbing and putting it into practice as quickly as he can.”

  “I’m still sore at You for not telling Me about the potential he had.” Sin cut her eyes at me in mock anger. “I would have gladly let You have Ice so I could groom that fine specimen You have now. I swear, that boi is beginning to work My last nerve with some of the antics he puts Me through.”

  “Quit complaining, Sin. You wanted Ice and pursued him hard, and You got what You wanted, which was why You gave Damian up so easily in the first place,” Blaze interjected. She laughed at the feigned outrage Sin tried to put on. “I should be the one acting a fool because You decided to drop him in Her lap, but I’m not one to hold a grudge, Sis.”

  I laughed it off, not really caring one way or the other how Damian was placed in my path. I was going to milk it for all it was worth—good, bad, or indifferent. They could be irritated with each other all they wanted. It had nothing to do with me because I didn’t have them coming at me left and right like I was the second coming of whatever Amazon Goddess was hot right now. I only hoped they would stop talking about it long enough to enjoy the scenery with all these beautiful bois in Sin’s backyard.

  tiger approached us, getting a silent nod from Sinsual to ask me a question. “m’Lady, might i ask Your permission to speak privately with Your Damian?”

  My eyebrow rose slightly, trying to gauge where tiger’s inquiry was coming from.

  “Yes, you have My permission, tiger,” I replied, curious as to what was on his mind. “May I ask what you’re sensing that has you asking to speak privately?”

  “m’Lady, if it pleases You, i noticed some tendencies i would like to explore a little bit,” tiger mentioned, sounding confident that he might be right. “Some of the other bois can feel it, too, but You know how we can be when there are no Dominants looking around.”

  Yeah, I knew all too well, and I couldn’t contain my curiosity to see how far this might go. “By all means, tiger, but do so with caution. you might be right, but then again, you might be wrong. I don’t want your Mistress pissed at Me because My boi gave you a black eye.”

  tiger gave a knowing wink. “Believe me, m’Lady, if i’m right, a black eye will be the last thing he gives me.”

  I noticed Damian was especially agitated on the drive home, and not necessarily in a bad way. He looked like he wasn’t sure if he should have been ashamed of what had happened between him and tiger or turned on.

  We watched with vested interest after Damian and tiger came from the private conversation they’d had, and Sin noted the flushed look on Damian’s face, which let her know tiger had tried him.

  The sated look on tiger’s face let us know he was right in his instincts.

  He kept playfully touching Damian as the other submissives were talking amongst themselves and out of our earshot. Damian’s body language definitely piqued my interest on a few levels. He never once shied away.

  Interesting, very interesting…

  I could use this for a surprise I had in store for him for the grand reopening night. The thought produced delicious shivers down my spine.

  My sadistic side took over again, and I wanted to see how much more uncomfortable I could make him as he drove me home.

  “So, Damian, how did you enjoy your first real-time atmosphere in a nonsexual setting?” I asked, sliding my fingers onto his knee.

  I saw him tighten his grip on the steering wheel, and the deep sigh let me know he was ripe for the taking. “Goddess, i enjoyed myself a lot, even though Lady Norene almost ruined it, if i am allowed to say so.”

  I moved my hands inside of his thigh, feeling the bulge through the khakis he’d worn. I kept moving under the fabric, feeling the bulge underneath now, a slick smile on my face as I kept teasing him to give me details I wanted between him and tiger.

  “So, what did he do to you?”

  “he asked me to feel his dick, Goddess.”

  “Did you enjoy how it felt in your hands?”

  “i’m embarrassed to say, Ma’am.” He tried to concentrate on the road, but it proved more difficult by the minute. You would have thought he was holding on to the steering wheel as if his very life depended on it.

  “your embarrassment is not My concern, Damian,” I roughly answered, still teasing him under his shorts. His dick was rock solid now, and I tried to contain the smile that was slowly expressing itself across my face. “I want an answer to My question, and I will not ask again.”

  “Yes, Goddess, i liked how it felt in my hands.” Damian held back tears as he said it. “i wanted to do more, if i am allowed to say, Ma’am.”

  “Good boi,” I told him, trying to give him a slight bit of encouragement, providing him with a safe environment to express himself. He had some trepidation about what had happened to him, and I didn’t want to make him feel ashamed. If anything, he played right into my hands.

  “What does this mean, Goddess? i have never felt those type of urges before.” He was panicking, and it was expected. After all, he didn’t think he had it in him. “i feel like i don’t know what to think anymore and my body is betraying me.”

  “you’re missing the point, Damian.” I gave his length a gentle squeeze to return his focus. “I, your Goddess, am not having a problem with what you have experienced. Knowing this information, you should have no problem with what you have experienced.”

  “i know, Ma’am, but…”

  I cut my eyes at him, shutting him down quickly. “But, nothing, Damian,” I scolded, my hands still firmly around his shaft. “What you are experiencing is normal, because your mind is trying to process it, but it will pass in time; I promise you. your body responded to the stimulus, and the fact that you still want more says a lot.”

  “Yes, Goddess.” He finally released his death grip on the steering wheel as we approached the house. “my body is Yours to command, in any way that You command. i will do as You command.”

  He was in need of a release—his body felt tense to me—but I was not in the mood to provide that release, so I texted one of my girls at Liquid to see if she was at home.

  I had a favor to cash in.

  When I received the text back from her, stating she was at home and understood what I wanted her to do, I turned my attention to Damian. “I want you to go to this address, Damian. When you get there, there will be a woman that answers the door. The only thing that you need to say to her is ‘my Goddess sent me to take care of you.’ Do you understand Me?”

  “Yes, my Goddess, i understand, and i will do as You command.” He tried to mask his lust at hearing the commands from my lips
, but I heard everything I needed to hear.

  I got out of the car after receiving a kiss on my hand from him, waiting to see the sad, puppy dog eyes. After he drove away, I flipped out my cell phone to call Sin to let her know she was right. He was mine.

  He was ready to make the transition.

  TWENTY SHAMISE

  I was nervous as we rode.

  I didn’t know exactly where we were going and that was mostly what made me nervous. Oh yes, I completely trusted my Daddy, really I did. But he was so cryptic about this trip. He just told me he and Neferterri loved me and it was time to make good on the “one condition” he alluded to while he was out of town. I desperately wanted to quiz him about what those plans were, but I bit my tongue rather than question him.

  He watched me squirming in my seat as he drove and smiled to himself. He knew I was dying to ask where we were going and what the condition upon my complete surrender was, but he would be proud of me for not asking. I hadn’t forgotten my teachings. I was becoming more obedient and submissive and more at home with each passing day.

  I was getting frustrated because I couldn’t figure out exactly where we were in downtown Atlanta. I admit I didn’t know the city very well, even though I’d lived there since high school. This was obviously a trendy part of town. I think it might have been Little Five Points. There were coffee shops and chic little boutiques. The area was entirely made up of small businesses catering to a young, hip, urban crowd.

  Still, Daddy pulled in and parked at a small lot at the end of a long row of shops. I strained my neck trying to see the signs of all the shops in the row. He parked the car and came around to open my door. I had forgotten how much of a gentleman he was.

  He led me down the row of shops and smiled as he caught me ogling the fashions in the windows. He stopped in front of the final destination and gripped my hand a little tighter. He waited for my reaction as I read the lettering on the window:

  XXotic Body Art: Original Tattoos and Exotic Piercings

  The rules of the game changed, and I knew it. I looked at him with genuine fear in my eyes.