Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld (17 page)

“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.

“Relax, little one. There’s no point in resisting now. After all, you did say that I could name My condition.” He smirked at me as he tugged on my hand, pulling me inside with him.

The words
oh shit
popped in my head as I cleared my throat and swallowed hard and managed to smile weakly at him. More than anything else, I only wanted to please my owners, but I was desperately curious about what he had in mind about the condition I so naively agreed to.

Daddy led me into the shop. I was relieved to see it was well-kept and attractive, but then again, I never had to worry about that with him. Daddy was particular about where he conducted business. There was a glass case of jewelry under a counter and framed artwork on the walls. Behind the glass counter, a long hallway led straight back past several doors on either side.

There were no other customers in the store. A broad-shouldered man who looked as thick as a brick wall was behind the counter. Another man was mounting new artwork onto the walls. A third man was moving some boxes in the hallway.

Daddy went up to the counter confidently and gave his name to the man, adding, “I have an appointment.”

The man smiled and shook his hand. He introduced himself as David. “Oh yes, we were expecting you.”

David looked me over from top to bottom, and while I had no issue with him admiring my body, his smile had me on edge a little, like he thought I was the next entrée on the menu at the buffet. I didn’t feel uncomfortable about it, though. The one thing Ramesses and Neferterri instilled in their girls was a sense of confidence in the way that they presented themselves.

I wore a very short skirt with no panties, a halter top, and sandal heels, as I was commanded. I knew my nipples stood out prominently for all the men to see clearly through the fabric. But I didn’t meet any of the men’s stares. My place was to be demure and submissive.

“Let’s get started,” David said as he gestured the way down the hallway.

We followed David to the room, and with the way the men continued to ogle me as I walked past them, I had no doubt this was part of Daddy’s design. If he wanted to, he could have had the store deserted, but this was his way of reasserting his dominion over me. No matter who was around, my focus should always be on him.

“Right into room three, please.” He called to one of his coworkers and told him he was going to the back to do a “procedure.” I clung tightly to Daddy’s hand as he led me down the hall. He was very clandestine about the entire encounter as David opened the door to room three. Daddy led me inside.

The room was clean and sterile, like a doctor’s examination room. I found it interesting to see an exam table. To me, it looked like the exam room at my gynecologist’s office, except the table was
tilted and curved, more like a chair. There were two rolling armless desk chairs, a rolling stool, a counter, a sink, and some cabinets.

David entered behind us and talked about me instead of to me, arousing my wondering if he was “in the know” or not. “Okay, get her undressed and in the exam chair, so I can see what we are working with.”

Startled, I looked at Daddy, but he only smiled and winked at me, which somehow put me at ease. With sure hands only he had, Daddy pulled my shirt over my head and pulled my skirt down, whisking it all away along with my sandals. I stood naked in the middle of the room.

Now, a few years ago, I would have been embarrassed to be naked in public with this strange man looking at me. But as I lowered my eyes, I could see Daddy’s erection. That calmed me down because I knew I was pleasing him immensely. I stood up a little taller and straighter and smiled at him.

Daddy glanced over at David. The man’s tongue was nearly hanging out as he looked at me. David had this grin on his face like he’d hit the jackpot, staring at this caramel-skinned woman in front of him, but Daddy never lost his cool about it. This wasn’t the first time we’d been out as a family and other men were busy gawking at his prized possessions. But I knew how Daddy was, too, and if he felt the need to shut a situation down, he would do exactly that.

David broke into my thoughts. “Okay, get her up into the chair.”

I smiled as he led me to the exam chair. I scooted my ass up onto the end and leaned back. I picked up one leg at a time and placed my feet into the stirrups. My face was red at having my pussy exposed, but I was wet as hell knowing that anything could happen at any moment.

For all I knew, Daddy would let David fuck me, as payment for the piercing.

Not that I minded all that much. For a white man, David was ruggedly handsome, and he reminded me of one of those ex-Marines that still kept in amazing shape well long after serving. Now that I thought about it, he reminded me of Jason Statham. Imagining him in his dress blues got me even wetter as David sat on the rolling stool between my legs and pushed the stirrups farther apart until my pussy was spread lewdly in front of him.

He didn’t touch me, but leaned in close to examine my folds. Now my face burned with embarrassment—not because David was inspecting me, but because I was highly aroused and Daddy didn’t give me permission. I secretly hoped he couldn’t smell the deliciously musky scent I gave off, but part of me wanted him to get a whiff of what he couldn’t have…unless Daddy commanded me to.

For a moment, I felt David’s warm breath on my pussy as he leaned in close. My heart raced. Was Daddy actually going to let this stranger have his way with me???

“Okay, Kane, I have the notes from our phone conversation. I wrote down exactly what you want done. Physically, I see no problems. All we have to do is negotiate a price.”

Daddy raised his eyebrows, but I couldn’t tell if he was going along with the dialogue or not. After all, David called him by his first name. “But you already quoted me a price on the phone.”

David smiled. “Well, yes, but that price is negotiable.”

“Oh, how so?” Daddy queried
.

“Well,” David suggested while looking at me, “this is a nice piece of ass. Let me keep her overnight and play with her. You can pick her up tomorrow and the procedure will be absolutely free.”

I almost couldn’t stifle the laugh, but I didn’t find it so funny
anymore after I saw that Daddy looked as if he were considering the offer.

My heart pounded through my chest, wishing he would make the decision and get it over with so I could prepare myself. Despite the hesitation, I knew my Daddy too well. He could be sadistic, devilishly sadistic. He probably felt my anxiety and enjoyed every minute of it, making me suffer needlessly because his mind was made up several minutes ago.

I hated that I loved him for that, and I loved that he didn’t care whether I hated it or not.

In the end, it was not about me.

After another moment’s hesitation, he placed his hand in the air, signaling his refusal of the offer. “As tempting as the offer is, that’s not happening, David.”

David counteroffered, “Okay, just let me fuck her now and the procedure will be free. All you have to pay for is the materials.”

Once again, he hesitated. “No, sorry, David, she is my property.”

David shook his head. “Okay, okay, but how about a fifty percent discount on labor if she sucks my dick?”

Daddy still shook his head. “No, sorry, and quite frankly, I’m done with this negotiation, like there was ever one to begin with.”

I will admit I was slightly disappointed I wouldn’t be able to “perform.” After being under wraps with my now ex-husband and not being my true exhibitionist self, I was looking to jump back in with both feet and immerse myself within my wantonness again.

David sighed and seemed to give up. “Okay, let me tell you what has to be done and we can get started. You realize she has to be fully aroused for this procedure. I need her clit swollen to its fullest. However, you can’t let her reach orgasm because the swelling will subside too soon. So, you have to arouse her and keep her on the edge of orgasm while I do the piercing.”

The words roared into my ears.

Daddy was having my clit pierced.

Okay, I was officially worried I had gotten myself in deeper than I was willing to go. I bit my lip and felt hot tears flood from my eyes down my cheeks. I knew Daddy wanted to make me completely his and Neferterri’s property. But I was afraid of the pain, and I didn’t know how to deal with that fear.

Daddy leaned over and kissed away my tears as David watched. He crooned in my ear, “Trust Daddy, baby. you know I am only going to do what is best for you, right?”

I nodded my head in response.

“No tears then, My little one. you never know what may happen while the procedure is being done.” Daddy winked at me as he straightened up and told David that he understood.

David went on. “You will have to arouse her with your fingers or a toy. I can’t have any semen or saliva on her genitals.”

Again, Daddy nodded.

David continued, “And you know she has to be completely still during the procedure. You have requested we not use any local anesthesia during the procedure. I have no problem with that. We’ll go with the plan we discussed for keeping her still.” he grinned.

Plan? What plan?

“I have one last offer for you, Kane. Let my staff and I watch you arouse her and let my assistants watch the piercing and I’ll give you a twenty percent discount. I have an assistant who has never done one of these and he needs to watch. Usually, we give the couple privacy for the arousal, but you indicated it wasn’t necessary.”

Daddy nodded, saying, “Now
that
I will agree to; everyone can watch, no problem.”

I was extremely aroused at the thought of everyone watching. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it was a start.

David called to his staff to put out the “Gone to Lunch” sign, lock the door, and come on back to watch and learn. Within two minutes, both men were in the small room. David rolled back up to my crotch and snapped on latex gloves.

The two new guys leaned over me as David’s rough fingers gently handled my lips.

“Okay, guys, this lady is here to have her clitoral hood pierced.” Instantly, a bit of relief washed over me as I realized Daddy didn’t intend to have my actual clit pierced. I got warm over the mind fuck Daddy pulled on me, and giggled at the possibility of what was to come.

David continued the lesson. “She has long inner labia that will also be pierced with small gold rings. Kane will arouse her before we begin, so that her clit is fully swollen. That will ensure the piercing does not interfere with her arousal in the future. If I pierced the hood while she was not aroused, then the piercing might interfere with her clit swelling later and cause her pain. Now, some guys want that, but not this time. Kane will also be the one to hold her while I do the piercing. Remember, I told you about the ‘technique’ he plans to use.”