Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld (14 page)

“i understand, Sir.” Damian nodded. “It actually makes me feel a whole lot better. Seeing how tiger serves when male Dominants
are around, it was a little interesting, and it had me on edge when it came to how i translated how i was to serve You.”

“you’re still a rookie, so I figured something was amiss,” Ramesses responded. “Now that we have figured out what the hell has been wrong with you the last month, we can move forward and get you into the fold.”

“You mean, You actually are comfortable with having a male submissive serving You, Sir?” Damian asked again, letting the newness of his submission shine through again.

“I don’t worry much about what the blogosphere says about different things, youngster.” Ramesses’s tone reminded me of the online infighting that went on when safi tried to file rape and kidnapping charges on Amenhotep. “If anything, most of those folks are too busy playing at what we do for real. It’s the old saying, ‘those that can, do…those that cannot, talk about it.’ ”

I laughed when I heard him say that because it did seem that way most of the time in watching the forums and blogs online. Some folks kept it positive and others kept a straight line, letting audiences know what we do was not for the faint of heart. But there were some who really make you scratch your head and wonder,
do you really believe what you’re blogging about?

“Understood, Sir, and i will do my best to follow along with that line of thinking because there’s always the small doubt that creeps into your mind,” Damian admitted. “We’re almost to the office, Sir. Should i inform my Goddess of Your arrival there?”

“I don’t think that will be necessary, Damian.” I turned the mute off the speaker on my cell phone to answer. “So, do you accept your place at our feet, Damian?”

“Yes, my Goddess, i accept my place, and i am no longer afraid of that possibility anymore,” Damian answered back. “Thank You
both for being patient with me. i do hope to reward Your patience soon.”

“I suspect you will quite soon, Damian,” Ramesses spoke over the speaker as I heard them getting out of the car. “Of that I have no doubt.”

SEVENTEEN
SHAMISE

Oh, to be home again.

As much time and effort it took to get back to this point, I really thought I wouldn’t be able to return. From what sajira explained to me, Daddy took my departure hard. I knew he cared deeply for me, and I loved him, too, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him or any one of my D/s family.

And yet, I knew Daddy would still have something in store for me, just to make me suffer a little for leaving. Especially when he knew I was aware that deep down, I really didn’t want to leave.

But I felt it was something I needed to do at the time.

When I got married, almost from the moment that I said “I do,” I’d made a mistake. I thought I wanted the family, the two kids, the husband with all the money to take care of things while I did nothing but take care of the house, take care of him when he got home from a hard day of work, and fuck him like a porn star the minute it was time to go to bed.

It’s funny how reality slaps you in the face.

The first strike happened when he couldn’t get it up the night of our wedding. We did a quickie thing in Vegas, followed by a “romantic” consummation of the marriage in one of the spacious suites inside of the MGM Grand.

I know how I’m used to getting fucked, and my new husband
wasn’t measuring up at all by comparison. The way Daddy handled me, or his friends handled me…well, I thought I made sure he could keep up. I blamed it on nerves for him, because he was handling business before we got married. The moment we got to L.A., it was like night and day, so I wondered why he wouldn’t handle things now.

The second strike happened about a month later. I was already having an itch to come back home to Atlanta. He was slowly cutting off anyone willing to befriend me, male or female, and insisted that, unless he was taking me out, which happened about three times a week, I didn’t need to get out, learn the city, or anything that would allow me to embrace L.A. I was fine because he was
finally
taking care of business in bed, and the bills were still getting paid, so, there was nothing that really had me going a bit.

That was before Stephanie showed up.

That should have been strike three, but there was a bit of a twist in that story.

Stephanie was not who you think “she” was. She was actually a she-male, post-op, and hung like Justin Slayer. Don’t tell Daddy, but I loved, loved,
loved
Justin Slayer.

I won’t get off on a tangent just yet, so let me focus.

Stephanie came to the house about two months after we got married. Out of the blue, she knocked on the door and gave me the once-over after I opened the door to find out who this strange, but strikingly beautiful “girl,” was at my door.

Until she told me she was looking for my husband because she had been fucking him since before I married.

Again, that should have been strike three.

But it wasn’t.

The next month after that was interesting.

Stephanie would spend time with me while my husband was at work; meanwhile, my husband would come up with convenient excuses as to why he needed to work late. I knew Stephanie was with him at night, and the location would always be different; she would confide in me on the mornings after they were together.

By that point, I was already filing for divorce in California.

Community property state…

And he had millions available to take, with the minor complication of a prenuptial agreement that had an infidelity clause written in, paying me millions if he were to cheat on me.

Hey, I didn’t say he was smart, just a good fuck.

The final straw actually didn’t come from me, but from Stephanie.

She was tired of sharing him, but she couldn’t let me go.

I was tired of both of them and wanted to go home to my family. Millions of dollars richer, yes, but I was tired of them both.

Stephanie confronted him a couple of weeks before I filed, telling him he had better get rid of me or else she was going to tell me about their affair. Sure, it was going to cost him, but it would have been better than to suffer the embarrassment at work that he was with a “freak.”

That night, he told me everything.

My Goddess would have been proud of the award-winning performance that I gave, complete with the crocodile tears.

The next morning, I was signing transaction papers into a bank account that placed five million dollars into my newly opened checking account, and twenty million into the newly opened savings account.

I told you he wasn’t too bright.

But I guess I wasn’t too bright, either. I wasted precious time I could never get back.

Stephanie tried to talk me into staying in L.A. so we could continue seeing each other behind his back, but I was turned off by the clingy nature she had begun to display, and that was something I couldn’t deal with.

So, here I was, relaxing in the guest bedroom of Ice and sajira’s home, basking in the glow of a very, very passion-filled night.

But I was restless.

I needed my Master and Mistress to put me to sleep
properly
.

I knew that wasn’t going to happen, though. Considering it was nearly two in the morning, and even though the kids were probably spending the weekend at their grandmother’s house, I knew better than to wake up the house, so, I logged in on my laptop to try and find some stuff to put me to sleep.

I logged in to yahoo messenger to catch up with some of the people I was able to connect with while I was in L.A. I knew most of them were still awake, since it was only after eleven out there.

I was in a friendly chat with a submissive friend in San Diego when…

lord_ramesses:
good morning, little one. Shouldn’t you be in bed?

I froze.

He was right.

It was well past my curfew.

scarlett.flame:
yes, Daddy, i am in bed. i was a little restless.

lord_ramesses:
that doesn’t give you cause to break your curfew, Scarlett

scarlett.flame:
i’m sorry, Daddy, i did not want to break curfew, but i’m really, really wet right now

lord_ramesses:
then ask permission to release that tension, Scarlett. you know the House rules

He had me there, and we both knew it.

My hands instinctively moved between my legs, feeling the heat that hadn’t waned since sajira left me to go to bed. I heard his voice in my ear, and I couldn’t resist the nasty thoughts his voice commanded of me.

Daddy must have felt me calling out for him because my cell phone rang a few seconds later.

“Mmmmm, hi, Daddy, how are You tonight?” I purred into the phone.

“I see you two had a pretty good night tonight.” I heard the bass in his voice, and the rush I felt flow through me was indescribably overwhelming. “So, it must have been important for you to break your curfew.”

I swallowed hard as I felt my fingers getting slicker by the second, just from hearing his voice. “Yes, Daddy, my body is on fire after playing with sajira a little while ago. i really need to release again, if i am allowed to do so, Daddy.”

The pause over the phone caused my heart to race. I normally didn’t give in to my libido unless it was commanded, but I had to admit to myself that not being held to House protocol had made me lazy. I was used to indulging in my urges when I felt like it, and I knew that’s not what my Dominants required of me, nor was it House protocol. I immediately felt guilty I was disappointing him by even admitting I wanted to give in without express permission.

“No, Scarlett, I don’t think so, but I do have an idea of how you can please Me,” I heard him speak finally after what felt like an eternity of silence. “Do you know that your soon-to-be sister is doing a side gig as a phone sex operator?”

That question hit me, and not in a bad way. “Yes, Daddy, she mentioned that while we were catching up earlier today.”

“Good, because I have a task for you, and I have a feeling it will be something good for you.” As much as I could anticipate his next command, I didn’t dare speak it for fear that I would be incorrect. I had been gone almost six months, and while the connection was strengthening again with both of them, it hadn’t yet gotten back to where it once was.

“What do You command of me, m’Lord?” I went into high protocol, as I heard the tone in his voice become more rigid, more demanding. It made me wetter by the moment, and I tried to keep my wits about me, in case he mentioned something to intentionally throw me off.

“you will join your sister in working the side gig,” he began. “It’s not like you need the money, so consider it a phase of your training and another condition of your re-entry into the House.”

I didn’t know whether to jump for joy at that moment or try to make it sound like I was “okay” with it all, like it was no big deal. My Daddy and my Goddess know about my desire to be exhibitionist in any and all ways possible. In fact, it’s one of the reasons why I kneeled before them to be a part of the House in the first place: to be shown off, anywhere, anytime.

I tried hard to compose myself, but the excitement in my voice couldn’t completely be contained. “Yes, m’Lord, i understand Your command of me, and i will do as You command.”

“Good girl, I knew you would.”

God, why does it make me melt to hear him say those two words?

“I will leave it to sajira to make the necessary steps to get you in the loop. Now, I have one more task for you to complete before bed, little one.”

“Yes, m’Lord?” I queried.

“I want you to come for Me,” he flatly commanded, and my hand instinctively moved to my clit. “I want you to tell Me about it, in detail, tomorrow when your Goddess and I call you in the morning to discuss your full-time job at NEBU.”

“Yes, m’Lord, thank You for allowing me to release,” I replied. My voice dripped with sex as I desperately tried to send that sexual energy in his direction in the hope he would stay on the phone a little while longer to hear an explosion tailor-made for him, and only him.