I nearly wanted to take a picture and send it to tiger, but I decided against it. I was sure my Goddess would be gushing about this experience until she couldn’t anymore. That alone was worth the effort.
The lotion would truly put my headspace to the test. Whenever I gave her a massage in the past, I immediately went into subspace, struggling to keep my head out of the stratosphere until the actual massage was complete. My body-worshipping fetish kicked into high gear the moment I took the lotion and massaged it into her skin. tiger had warned me about this part when I’d told him about my subspace triggers, and even had coached me to think about other things to delay the trip.
Easier said than done…
My fingers moved with the grace of a figure skater across her flesh, and I soon got lost watching glow from the sheen of the lotion. From her thighs, to her calves, then up and across her hips before finally moving across her pubic area, I found myself unable to delay the trip no matter what other thoughts I tried to use.
The aroma of her essence mixed with the lotion was enough to make me stop and beg her to let me make her come. Her body gave away her heightened sexual peak, and I wanted to put her out of her misery, but I had to finish.
“Goddess, i’m about to insert the fresh tampon now.”
She sat up at my announcement. I noticed the slight trepidation at my next step before she lay back into the lounger again, closing her eyes to prepare for the insertion. “you may continue, baby boi.”
Despite her want to simply feel for me to insert the tampon in, she lifted her head and met my eyes again as I took my thumb and index finger and spread her lips. Her eyes narrowed as I slid the tampon deep inside her womb. She moaned and gasped as it disappeared, leaving only the string.
I inhaled her scent again, tempting myself, torturing myself, as the aroma filled my lungs.
My defenses were weakened to the point to where she could have commanded anything and I would desperately succumb and comply without another moment’s hesitation.
Goddess must have felt the desire on me. “Lick My pussy, baby.”
“Yes, my Goddess.” I was too far gone to care that I’d given in. Pleasing her was my only priority.
I concentrated on her clit, knowing that as sensitive as she was while on her cycle, she could come in seconds.
“Oh, fuck, baby! Damn, I’m coming already! Shit!!!” She grabbed the back of my head and buried my face deep against her freshly shaven mound as she shuddered from the orgasms sweeping through her body. I kept my tongue firmly against her clit, wrapping my arms around her hips and holding on tightly as she shook violently with each wave of pleasure.
Once her orgasms subsided, I retrieved the other swimsuit and kneeled by her side. “May i ask You to lift Your legs, my Goddess? i know You’re weak from Your climax, but i want to make sure You have Your new swimsuit on before You rest.”
She nodded as I moved her legs to slip the bikini bottom on. Then, I helped her lift from the back of the lounger to replace the old top with the new one. Goddess had a satisfied grin on her face, which warmed me inside. I grabbed one of the blankets on the bed and laid it over her body so she could nap in peace.
Before I excused myself to clean the mess and dispose of the trash elsewhere, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Thank You, my Goddess, i hope You enjoyed as much as i did. i will be back tomorrow to repeat the service. Enjoy Your nap.”
TEN RAMESSES
“Master Ramesses, it is a pleasure to finally meet You.”
I wished I could have said the same thing about him.
When my Beloved told me we would be having someone else at dinner, I honestly was expecting someone I actually had some knowledge of. Sir Lyrical was not on anyone’s radar that was in my circle, and that concerned me. I took a look at my girls and another look at amani and realized they were in as much bewilderment as I was.
The way the table was set up in the great dining hall, the chairs faced each other, and although the width of the table was enough to keep any touching from happening, it was obvious to me there was some chemistry between her and Lyrical. I wasn’t worried about it because it was nothing more than physical, and we were on the island, so there would be some mystical encounters that would occur. Still, there was something to this gentleman that bore looking into a little deeper, just for the sake of sanity.
“Sir Lyrical, I’m glad You were able to join us tonight.” I shook his hand and stared him down, awaiting his reaction. To his credit, he returned my stare with one of his own, giving my hand an extra squeeze, thinking he could crack a bone or something. “My Beloved tells Me that You are an acquaintance of Master Menes?”
His smile spread as he took a bite of the asparagus spears. “Yes, Menes and I have been associates for a long time now. What is it, nearly ten years now?”
I grinned at his response. Menes, the former Lord Magnus, had been an elder in the Miami community for the better part of twenty years and I had nothing but the highest regard for him. I continued to dine on the New York Strip and rice pilaf as I listened to him rave about how Menes had taken a shine to him when he was younger and helped guide him as much as he could, considering his busy schedule.
Neferterri seemed to soak everything in. amani had more of her attention as he made sure her food was well prepared by the staff. I shared a glance with him for a brief second, and the territorial gleam in his eyes told me he couldn’t trust him as far as he could throw him.
I took that under advisement, along with the fact that neither of my girls wanted to engage in conversation with him much. “sajira, baby, is everything okay? We don’t want to be too rude to our dinner guest.”
She smiled, realizing her poker face was not as convincing as her sister’s. “Everything is fine, Daddy, and i don’t mean to be rude at all, but i didn’t want to interrupt Sir Lyrical as He was talking.”
shamise interjected, taking up for her sister. “It’s been a long day for us, Daddy. We had some snafus with a few of the payments from a few of the guests, and a couple of the entertainers took ill, so it had our attention.”
“Sir, I don’t believe they are being rude at all,” Lyrical interjected, almost trying to keep things light and cordial. “I am enjoying the atmosphere and the wonderful company.”
Not that I cared what he thought at the moment, but I noticed he was being a bit too accommodating. If my wife wanted to fuck him, it was her prerogative. I’d seen too many in the past try their best to pacify me in an attempt to get me to think there was no threat to my relationship.
Neferterri sensed the tension and sought to ease it in her own way…with misdirection. “Beloved, do You have everything ready for tonight’s demo?”
“Yes, Beloved, I have things well in hand, except for the demo bottom,” I replied. “I don’t plan on using either of the girls because they won’t be able to rest in enough time to deal with the demo. I had one of the entertainers taken off rotation so she would be rested up.”
sajira gave a half-smile, and shamise tried her best to not look disappointed, but I knew they had gone through the ringer today. amani had not yet been through a fire play scene with Neferterri yet, otherwise, I would have used him. I wasn’t willing to use anyone else because a lot of the submissive women on the island were looking to hook up, and there were enough Dominant men on the island to satisfy their whims.
“Daddy, You know we would do it in a heartbeat,” the girls nearly said in unison. shamise giggled at their sync and stated, “We’ll both be rested up enough to take care of You during the aftercare, promise. sajira and i both know how rigorous the fire play scene is when You play with us.”
“Yes, Beloved, I’ll make sure of it.” Neferterri then looked at the girls and nodded. “Okay, you two need to head back to the hut and rest. amani, you, too. I’ll expect to see you at our designated area in about two hours.”
The girls excused themselves, kissed me before kissing Neferterri, and took their leave. amani kissed N
eferterri before giving me pound and headed off.
“Well, I, for one, am looking forward to the spectacle You plan to put on, Master Ramesses.” Lyrical inserted himself in the conversation again, and he was now beginning to threaten my calm demeanor. “I have heard You are quite adept at these types of scenes.”
“I thank You for the endorsement, Sir, and I hate to be rude, but I do need to get prepared for the scene,” I remarked as I got up from the table. I kissed my Beloved and excused myself to give them time to get better acquainted. “I will see You back at our hut in a few, yes?”
“Yes, Beloved, I will see You in a few.” Neferterri’s glance lingered a little longer than usual, and I felt the heat in her stare. The grin on my face let her know the feeling was mutual, despite the fact that I knew she’d hit her cycle. She was in heat, but she was plugged up.
I didn’t want to ruin her fun, but it was limited, such as it was.
He didn’t need to know that.
There was one thing that bothered me more than anything, though, and it was something I needed to make sure Dominic checked out to keep my Beloved out of harm’s way.
I knew for a fact that his and Master Menes’s paths had never crossed.
ELEVEN NEFERTERRI
“Your family is interesting, and that’s putting it mildly.”
The smirk on his face gave him away. He was glad we had some time alone to talk.
Maybe it was a good thing we did. I needed to know more about him before I made up my mind that anything would happen. I only hoped he wouldn’t talk himself out of getting any later on in the week when I would be off my cycle and in need of a few good men.
I was a greedy bitch when I came off my period, so sue me.
“Yes, and as You saw, they tend to be wary of outside company who don’t know how to let the conversation flow naturally.” I took a sip of my wine, enjoying the buzz that would slowly turn into intoxication. Once that happened, my tact would definitely be gone, not that I really wanted any tact to begin with.
Lyrical smiled. “So, You saw I was trying to be a little too involved in things, huh?”
“Yeah, trying too hard, definitely,” I stated. “They already know You wanna fuck; they just want to make sure You’re not trying to pull any stupid shit.”
Damn, I guessed I gave myself away with that one.
His smile eased my nerves a little bit, but the wine eased them more. “I honestly wasn’t sure You were feeling Me or not. I mean, You kept putting family members in My way like You wanted Me to run through a gauntlet.”
“Please, You’re not special, bruh.” I laughed at the look on his face. Did he really think I would be that easy? “You go through the same thing the other men who want to get at Me go through, just like the females that want a piece of the Great One have to go through. Family over everything.”
“So, it’s like that, huh?”
“Yes, Sir, it’s like that.”
“Then, since You already know I wanna fuck, why don’t we try to get some in before Your husband’s demo?” He looked at his watch. “We have at least an hour.”
“Whoa, slow down, playa, all in due time.” I wanted to enjoy the slow burn, but I wanted to give my body time to get through my cycle. I reached down toward his shorts and felt up his leg. He was already hard as hell, which excited the hell out of me. Oh yeah, this one’s gonna be fun. “If You’re a good boy, I might let You taste Me.”
I unzipped his shorts and was surprised to see he’d gone commando. He must have thought he was gonna get a quickie in or something, and I smiled at his attempt to assume the conclusion between us. His manhood sprang to life in my hand, but he was more worried about the people around us.
“Oh, quit with the shy act, cutie,” I slurred, the wine really taking my senses for a ride. “If I wanted You to, I would make You slide Me on this table and fuck Me…right…now.”
“But what about all of these—”
“No sense of adventure, sexy? Aww, You’re no fun,” I teased while stroking his dick and watching him shrink in front of me. What is it about Dominant men? Once they get around me, all of the bravado and Alpha maleness flies out of the window. “I guess we need to wait a few days until we have some alone time.”
I wanted to crack up at the disappointment in his eyes. He looked like a lost puppy or something, almost pleading with me to reconsider what I’d said.
“You know You want it as much as I do, so what’s the holdup?” He tried to put the ball in my court, but he didn’t understand I wouldn’t be rushed. He thought he was in control, but he had another thing coming. “I wouldn’t have let You take it out if I wasn’t gonna use it.”
“Yeah, but I can feel You pulsing in My hand. You’re gonna come, no need in hiding it now.” While he was busy trying to get back on top of the situation, I slipped some melted butter on my hand, making his dick slick enough to jack him off. “Mmmm, see, he feels so good in my hand. Imagine what it will feel like when my pussy is wrapped all around it in a couple of days.”
“Mmmm, damn, but I…fuck…want it…shit, You got Me…now.” He tried to sound impatient, but the other head was doing the talking now.
I was aroused from the power he gave me more than anything at this point. It would definitely be on my terms as to whether or not he would get a whiff of this pussy. I hated it when men gave in so easily, but when you boiled it down to its essence, men were still dogs chasing after pussy.
Damn…and he was sexy as fuck, too.
“Come on, bust one for Me.” My language got more aggressive as I noticed people were staring at us. I wanted to put on a show now, to break him down to what he really was, and an Alpha male was not it. “Come all over my fingers so You can feel better.”
I’ve always said that giving a blow job or a hand job was not as much of a submissive act as people assumed it was. I mean, who’s the one in control of the dick when performing the act? I knew I had my days where if I wanted to put my Beloved to sleep, a good stroke and getting him to spurt so he could get the stress of the day off him was the perfect sleeping pill.
I kept talking dirty in his ear, giving him the impression that everyone around us couldn’t get enough of the impromptu moment unraveling before their very eyes. If he had paid enough attention, he would have realized that most folks couldn’t have cared less, but his eyes were focused either on me or they were closed tight trying to reach his climactic conclusion.
It was only a few more minutes before he would get that happy ending.
“Oh fuck…goddamn…shit, I’m coming!” He grabbed at my hand, trying his best to control the eruption that took him prisoner, but I shooed his efforts away and pressed my free hand against his chest, keeping his back against the chair. He was held captive to the pleasure his body needed, and the determined sneer on my face let anyone nosey enough to want to find out that I was gonna get what I wanted, come hell or high water.
His growls turned into pleas to stop, and I grinned when I realized he was multi-orgasmic. The second blast was as potent as the last, as the stream oozed from the head and over my fingers. I took my free hand to grab the napkins and wipe my fingers clean, ensuring nothing got onto the shorts so he could at least walk out of the area without evidence of his essence anywhere on his shorts.
At least, there wouldn’t be any on the outside of his shorts.
His shallow breathing was proof of a job well done, but as I looked at my watch, I realized his aftercare would be short-lived. “Sorry, dear, I have to leave now; the demo starts in about forty-five minutes and I still have to go back to My hut and change. Thanks for the kinky time; I hope it was as good for You as it was for Me.”
I got up from the table and walked out of the area before he had a chance to protest or respond. It wouldn’t have done him much good, anyway. I had the upper hand on him now, and I had no intentions of giving up my advantage.
Why should I? He tried to play me like I was the one about to give it up, and he got
the game flipped on him. Respect the power play and keep it moving.
I could only hope he would.
Men nowadays played by a different set of rules.
That’s all right; if he got out of line, there would be two gentlemen that would see to it that he got back in his own lane. Like shamise said, no one’s that stupid.
Or was he?
TWELVE RAMESSES
“A word, if You’re not too busy, Sir?”
I was in the midst of getting everything prepared for tonight’s demo, and I was in a good zone while figuring out what I would use and when during the scene. Seeing Master Osiris walking through my door only served to enhance the zone I was in.
“Master Osiris, to what do I owe the honor of Your visit?” I asked. “I thought You would have been out with the audience by now.”
“I was, but I wanted to find out who You were using as a demo bottom?” The genuine concern on his face gave me pause. “I understand You’re using one of the girls on staff?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I was, Sir.” I grew more concerned because this was already pre-arranged hours ago. With less than an hour to go before the demo began, my concern slowly turned to aggravation.
“I want Your demo to go off without a hitch, and I want it to be a success, so,” he said as he tugged on a chain leash, revealing his Alpha slave, keket, who happened to be outside the door, “I’m giving You permission to use My keket for the evening.”
Did he just say what I thought he said?
Rarely am I rendered speechless, but this gesture and the meaning behind it left me in that exact state. I’d only allowed shamise or sajira to be used in demos a couple of times, and those were to Dominants I trusted beyond measure. I attempted to speak, but the words would not form and I felt like if they did, I would sound like a blithering idiot.
Noticing my distress, keket looked up at her Master, tapping her hand against his wrist three times. Upon his nod, she crawled to my side and kissed the back of my palm. “Master Ramesses, i have full trust in Your ability to take care of me during the demo. my Master taught You, and i would consider it an honor to be placed in Your care.”
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