by Kilie Sams
I could hear music chumping, voices over the music, men shouting across to each other, the smell of the ocean mixed with jerk chicken and soup filled the air, Veronica looked intrigued as we drove along looking for a parking space on the side of the road not too close to the crowd but close enough to keep an eyeful watch on the car, I wasn’t trying to get it stolen.
I cut the engine and we unbuckled.
“It’s loud and full of excitement. I wouldn’t want you to get distracted as we covered what you need to know. Its early there’ll be time later to have the talk we need to have.” Again a faint smile. Where had the goddess, the temptress, the bold young woman that had begged me with her eyes to fuck her gone? Sighing I got out as she did on the other side. She’d walked off before I could’ve gotten to her towards the crowd. Catching up to her like a dog pissing on a tree I rested my hand on her hip as we walked through the crowd to get a good look at displays before the stunting began. My hand was firmly in place to let all other dogs to know that this long legged creature was strictly my territory.
“Am I supposed to keep calling you Mr. Hilton?” She asked over her shoulder in a strained voice so I could hear her.
“We’ll talk about it,” I could tell she was irate but there had to be some rules.
“Ooooo soup!” like a child in the play ground she’d grab hold of my hand and pulled me towards the overweight lady with the head tie standing by a huge pot on a coal stove set up in front of a white Dodge. I tried not to be uncomfortable until she let my hand go.
“What you need Hun?” the lady asked before I had even gotten to stop.
“What you have?” Veronica examined the other smaller pots I hadn’t seen.
“I got everything Hun, and Joe can sell your chicken or pork after your finish with the cup.”
Veronica done licked her lips as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Woah.. There’s the temptress I knew. She looks enticed, I like that look. Looks like I’m going to need to ask the lady her recipe before we left, I laughed to myself.
“What?” the attitude was back, there’s my girl.
“Nothing whatsoever, pay attention to the soup.”
“Manish water and I’d like the pepper in my cup” she said eyeing me and then paying keen attention to the lady as she dug around the pot in search of her pepper. Joe had seemed like he’d been ready to serve her, but she shook her head turning him down telling them she’d only want soup, spicy soup.
We proceeded to the crowd as a uniformed team of men began doing a series of stunts on RRs. Mufflers rumbling the smell of tires, I was in my zone. The show had gotten better over the years I’d been going, riders from all over the country had come to see, flew out from Florida some even flew into the country for these annual bike shows. After clearing the street a race took place, and a group of dancers performed, then another group clashed them then a team of Trojan girls took the stage and the event had drawn a crowd I’m sure was over 6,000 persons.
After a good show and three cups of soup I took Veronica down to a smaller secluded beach spot hidden after you passed a neighbourhood and a long road of darkness. For a Saturday night I’d expected to see more people, I was just happy they weren’t hosting an event.
“Alone at last?” I smiled at her.
“Those men are seriously crazy! I wouldn’t be caught dead on one of those. Mad? I’d die for sure.” She laughed to herself.
“Once you’re sure of your rider and he’s sure of himself, being on one isn’t so bad; you just have to know they know what they are doing. A lot of riders can ride but don’t function well with someone else on the bike.”
“I just don’t think they are strong enough to handle the weight, I’m not very light and a 600 pounds bike isn’t either, plus their own weight.”
“The weight of the bike isn’t to be worried about. A rider is a rider, and you don’t look the least bit heavy, I’ve seen some chicks on bikes twice your size”
“I guess it’s a mental block cause all you trying to make sense it’s not making any to me, maybe if the man is twice my size, I’d try”
I smiled at her, I was twice her size.
“I’m going to the bar, what would you like to drink?”
“Heineken please,”
“You sure?” she nodded, “Aite, pick a bench down on the shore, I’ll be back.”
I walked to the bar, looking back at her kicking sand making her way to the middle bench and not the one beneath the palm tree in the open. Her ass swayed as she walked, I know I should say hips but her ass had me mixed up. Ordering myself a Guinness I went to her.
“Here you go,”
“Thanks,” She took it with a delicate hand and long fingers. I watched as she put it to her lips and they wrapped around the top of the bottle. One Mississippi. If I wasn’t such a pervert. She pretended not to notice me watching, but I knew she did by the way she supped slowly.
“So, we need to talk about what exactly?” tilting my drink up my head I replied.
“Well I need to talk, I need you to pay attention and then agree.”
“So I don’t have a say?”
“Yes you do the final say actually and then all say is mine there and onwards.”
Silence.
“I think I already know what you mean.” She said collecting her thoughts. I guess she knew more than I thought she did, or did she?
“You might think you know, but there are a lot of intricate details that you might not understand.”
“What exactly are you proposing Mr. Hilton, and why can’t I know your first name? No familiar name rings a bell with the last name if you’re famous abroad or something and I sure don’t intend to google or stalk you.” The attitude, the tone in her voice, she would need more curving.
“I am proposing you be my sub. Don’t talk, you can ask all your questions at the end. I will be like an owner, a master if you must. I’m sure you’ve heard about this type of relationship or read a book perhaps, but, I have to warn you the cliché isn’t in this offer. I’m not going to control you completely, me controlling certain things is of the gain of neither of us. Your gain is strictly pleasure mine is strictly control. I won’t please you sexually only, you’ll please me sexually only however. Unless we need to talk about something important we may not see each other. Things change and nothing is set in stone but I live by my word and I will expect the same of you. Your pussy is mine. Your lips are mine, your legs, your breast, all mine. And your asshole as well.” She made a face, opened her mouth to interject, and changed her mind. I continued.
“I don’t need you to question what you will be getting out of this, you know it, and so does your body, so don’t waste my time asking silly questions as to why I think you would go for this, that opportunity left in the closet when you wrapped that pretty little mouth around my shaft. It should be fun, you will enjoy it. I only have seven rules. 1. You will find a way to make me seeing you possible whenever I need and want to. 2. You will inform me of the first and last days of your menstrual cycle so I can know long it lasts and your ovulation period. 3. You will not give your body to anyone but me, if you’re dating, you aren’t anymore if you’re bisexual you aren’t seeing any female unless I’m present. 4. You do what I say during all sexual acts; do not ever expect a reversal of power I am always in control. 5. You are allowed communication, freely at least, however never try to call if you can’t talk or if you have nothing to say. 6. I do not tolerate disrespect, ever. I will either severely punish you or cut you off and our relations. And last but I’m sure is not least. You have are entitle to a safe word. A simple word one that wouldn’t come out of your mouth as you orgasm, like milk for example. You can change it if you’d like. It serves the purpose of letting me know you are at your limit. Why would you need one? I’m sure you know why. I’m not the average “freak” as they would say. That’s my offer to you. Of course if needs be there may be new rules, but you have my word as to our agreement as is.
I watc
hed as she absorbed what I had said. Watched, waited.
“Well...” I grew impatient as she looked out at the sea. I brushed the side of her face gently with the palm of my hand and then kissed where I had rubbed. “If not say no Veronica but that would be it. I’m not interested in being your friend.”
“What’s your name?”
“That depends do you agree? I have to know you want this”
“Yes mister I accept your offer, well I am going to think about it but my body has already made up its min ...” I couldn’t let her finished I’d pulled her into a sultry kiss before she could finish. She was mine. I had to take her now... I stopped, too anxious, I was in control.
“Bill, my name is Bill.”
“Ok Bill...” She savoured my name rolling off her tongue. “When do we start? It’s a lovely night, not many people around.” She said suggestively. Really?
“Surely not now. When I know you’re ready. You have much to learn Veronica”
“About that?!” she raised her voice an octave “How do you know my name?”
Agitated I gripped her neck pulled her face close to mine choking her slightly,
“Don’t ever raise your voice at me, got it?” I didn’t wait for an answer.
“Ray is my good friend, I don’t go there often enough but business takes me there occasionally” She went quite. Frightened?
“What do you do?” she asked in a low voice after a pregnant silence, I let her mind accept my nature and allowed her to break it. “I’m a financial advisor, the company I worked for in US is about to open branches across the country.”
“What kind of company?”
“A stock and bonds type of company. It was doing ok abroad however they saw an opportunity here they couldn’t refuse” We talked for a while, staring out at the ship in the distant wharf. I learnt she worked for an accounting firm, did well for herself financially. Was an only child, and her parents where in the states where she had been born and raised until she was 18, she attended university here, but wouldn’t share why in fact she had left the US. Veronica was beautiful inside and out. She would be a pleasure to break.
Chapter 2
Black Flowers
Veronica
I had agreed to do it. My conscience had not plagued me; it stayed quite as I listened to his seven simple rules and as I agreed. Had my body won the ultimate battle, had it realised that there was nothing it could do because my insides where screaming this man’s name? I sighed. I closed my eyes and thought about the attention he paid as I spoke. He asked about my tee’s design, I told him about my first love, he watched he paid attention, he knew so much about me in one night.
Jonathan had been home for a week and I hadn’t had sex with him since that one time since he back from Westmoreland. He barely noticed. Jonny was the type of man to be contented with just groping my breast and cuddling to my back and falling asleep at night. He’d failed to notice that once it’s not my time of the month I’m down for some good loving. I was horny, but not for Jonathan, not after meeting Bill and knowing what he has in store for me. Our first sexual encounter had me dying for more of him. I was eager to learn all he had to teach me about the life I was missing, the life that was so much a part of me, before I even knew it. Could I follow Bill’s rules and not have sex with my boyfriend?
He was haunting me, I couldn’t hear the word closet or smell any cleaning product that wouldn’t vaguely remind me of him, nor could I hear anything sexual; worst I couldn’t go back to Ray’s. I needed to get so many things in check... But not yet, not until I figured out what was wrong or if something was wrong with me at all. Not until this Mr. Hilton had showed me what he needs to and possibly moved out of my life.
As I do when I had something on my mind I went to Black Ivy, my super computer space chapter of life. The place I go to unwind and just breathe... It was a small hole in the wall but my hole in the wall. Where people from all parts of the town who shared the same passion for poetry as me found themselves to meet greet and share their inner most internal problems to complete strangers who’ll never know or remember their name but would have a story or inspiration engraved into their hearts, souls or skulls. Some of these poets where so good their voices would ring in your ears for days unending. You’d find yourself quoting even a line or two or if you’re lucky.
I go down the familiar street near Cross Roads turning my engine off up the road and walking the short distance down the street. Full house tonight or so it seems. Looking at the logo, I always loved it, it was a black lotus flower painted as breathe coming from horizontal lips, it looked like smoke, but I know what this black flower was really meant to be. It represented breathing, “we all live breathe and feel” the artist that painted it had said to me. Then on I loved it. I had him design my coffee cup at work with this on it. I even told him to brandish it make it his. Make it ours. And he did. Jermaine was very talented.
Entering, sure enough some smoke greeted me, what is it with weed that mellows out these artists? I never got it and I’ve smoked my fair share all it did was put me to sleep. Inhibitions or conditions of the mind? I’ll never know. I found a comfy seat close enough to the entrance as I watch Alicia the waitress there approach me. “The usual?” She asked above a whisper, I nod my agreement and she makes her way to the coffee stand to make me a vanilla cappuccino with cinnamon. As I watch her to ensure I don’t have to be sceptic about my drink I listen to the woman at the mike and can’t help but turn my full attention to her as she poured her soul into my eardrums. She’d been standing behind the mike personally wrapped in a red gold and green scarf and been indignantly chanting about the rights of being a Australian woman and not letting society strip our bones of what was ours to begin with and saving the country.
“I am an Australian Goddess,
Strong when I’m supposed to be
You, you will not rape my sanity
Not steal my glory
I will shine like
I am the only sun in your
Tiny and miniscule universe
I’ll be bigger
And brighter I will
Not bleach my skin to be any lighter
My pigment is the figment of
So many albino imaginations
I will not be a slave of this
Self struggling nation”
She sounded angry but I could agree with her. She reminded me of Martin Luther King Junior’s “I had a dream speech.” What was happening to the foundation to the history to the legacy? She is just what I needed to change my mindset and ignore what I’d go home to. I considered myself very Australian. Maybe not 100% but this was my home and I couldn’t agree more about what was happening to it.
“Stand up and speak up
Shout out if you must
Cry for a nation that’s stop fighting for us
Black woman, black man
Queen and irie fellow
Stand up and lift up
Tear down the city if you must”
I’d been going off hooting like all the other Australian’s who knew exactly what she was talking about. Alicia’s black weave cut in a bob, puffy lips and all came swaying my way cappuccino in hand. I sat, I supped, I hummed, I listened, I related, I paid attention. I let the different poets take my soul on a journey with them. I had another cup, I contemplated having a drink. I did. I had a shot of vodka, then another, then I decided I wasn’t this girl. Self-pity would get me nowhere. I wanted him, I did. I felt a poem coming on. I took out my notepad, scribbled as I cascaded my emotions through my fountain pen that I used for writing. I propped my feet up under the table on the chair facing me, I had a bad back that wouldn’t quit, I liked to be comfy. Especially when I’m writing.
Part Two
“Sins of the Flesh”
Chapter 3
Lust and Temptation
Bill
I’d went home undressed took a shower and headed out. It was Thursday. I wasn’t going to the shop or chill
ing with Timothy or staying home eating microwave dinners tonight. Tonight I’m going to step out of my comfort zone and going back on my bike. Why? Why the sudden change of heart I don’t know but I feel it in my bones it’s a good night. I’d showered hurriedly but it’ll be a slow drive. It’s Thursday right? I’d probably checked my phone screen a million times to ensure I got the day right. I wouldn’t want to show up and its karaoke night now would I?
Why the uncertainty? Who have I become? I’d fought the urge to succumb to actual human consciousness and took a dive off the deep end and revved the four cylinder engine on my Honda CBR600 that had been covered and parked in my garage since I compulsively bought it. I’ve never taken it out on these winding Australian streets... It’s going to be a slow ride. I refuse to lose myself control. Not on this machine.
I was going to Black Ivy to try and see life and hear emotions if I couldn’t feel them the way Veronica did. I felt like a scientist studying a new discovery. I wanted to see what it was about this place that made her eyes smile the way it did. The way I want to make her eyes smile. By God am I softening up? She is a sub and a dom must know his sub inside and out, I told myself to soothe the uproar in my black hole. It’s been spiralling out of control since Veronica looked at me and really looked. I felt like her eyes were mirroring the emptiness in my soul and it can’t mean I saw what was in me in her eyes. She knew nothing about me. She was exactly what I needed. I was so sure of this though I haven’t even had the best part of her yet. Veronica…
I sighed and straddled up back in my leather jacket for what felt like the first time. And like a virgin I eased out of the driveway and onto the evening street as the sky set ablaze in different shades of orange and pink as the sun went down. I always appreciated the beauty Australia was. Land of wood and water, magical beaches and beautiful views I’d added myself. I found the place and it was a rut. A hole in the wall like she’d described it, almost exactly the way she did; even the beautiful flower on the wall that within itself was poem.