Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld (23 page)

Our first House meeting after my collaring was all business.

Damian was in attendance for this portion of the meeting, as Ramesses and Neferterri needed to explain the professional aspects of our service within the House.

I finally got to see what all the fuss was about concerning my potential “brother.”

Incest never looked so damn good before. I couldn’t stop drooling, at least on the inside.

Hopefully, he had a little “act right” in him, because if he did,
my Goddess would surely have a lot of fun breaking him into a proper slave for her service.

Seeing him grab something for Daddy was an unexpected pleasant surprise, though.

For years, as quiet as it had been kept, Neferterri had been trying to acquire a male submissive, but the unfortunate part was finding one who wasn’t all about him.

That’s not to say female submissives were much better, mind you.

The deal breaker had always been that they only wanted to serve her, thinking they could get away with not being of service to him.

That doesn’t work in
this
House.

I shook my head at this fine specimen of a man who moved with a purpose to make sure my Daddy and Goddess were taken care of as they prepared the information we were to receive.

I secretly wondered if Neferterri would allow sajira and me to “welcome” him into the House
properly
.

Properly, meaning fucking the hell out of him.

Damn, did I think that out loud?

Well, hello, he was
fine
.

I’m talking The Rock mixed in with a little Jason Momoa, and tossing in some Boris Kodjoe.

Yeah,
that
kinda fine.

He could potentially have been a lot of fun, but only time would tell.

Once Damian knelt in his position, Ramesses got our attention, and then Neferterri began the meeting.

“Now that the family is here in total, I wanted to explain to you what Ramesses and I have planned regarding your professional capacities with the businesses that we have going right now,” she began.

I took to my secondary position, sweeping my legs from under my butt, taking a pen and pad to take the minutes of the meeting. I had a feeling this one was going to be a bit detailed. I was glad I did get comfortable, because they had a lot to say.

“First, Ramesses and I want you three to know we have been very pleased with your growth so far. The next aspect of your servitude is of a professional capacity now,” Neferterri started her explanation. “shamise, you will reassume your position as our executive assistant, taking care of any House correspondence, administrative paperwork, and the like. your responsibilities will increase because of the addition of NEBU,
Liquid
and the other businesses we have begun while you were away: the security firm, the mail center, the daycare center and the photography studio has been expanded.”

“Yes, Goddess, i understand,” I answered. I was excited to have so much to do: six different businesses to handle, and no time clocks to punch or financial worries to consider.

“Which brings us to you, sajira,” Neferterri continued, looking in her direction. “you will assume the position of accounting director, as you will handle the books and oversee all of the accounting departments. I will be relying on you to keep things tight, baby girl. you will be dealing with multimillion-dollar transactions now.”

“Yes, Goddess, i understand,” sajira responded.

“Lastly, although you have yet to be acquired, Damian, We are going to utilize your health care expertise,” Neferterri told him. “It will be of greatest service at NEBU and the other ranch locations, especially with the blood play and medical play enthusiasts that attend events.”

“Yes, Ma’am, as You wish,” Damian complied.

The sound of his voice made me take even further notice.

Let me stop; I shouldn’t be lusting after potential family members, unless Ramesses and Neferterri say it’s okay.

You know what they say…the family that plays together, stays together.

“Okay, we have some things to attend to now.” Ramesses adjourned the meeting. “We can work out the details over the next few weeks. For now, we have guests to prepare for.”

TWENTY-SIX
RAMESSES

I must say, I’m a bad motherfucker.

Yeah, I know I’m bragging, but if you could see what I saw, you would pat me on the back, too.

I had all of the buildings on the property set in Crimson and Gold, Kemet-Ka colors, completely ablaze, illuminating the night sky.

Inside of each building, potential guests would find a fully stocked kitchen and bar, complete with champagne and wine, to celebrate tonight’s festivities. In the common area, a 60-inch HDTV was positioned on the wall over the fireplace in front of the large sectional for entertaining other guests they met and encountered while on the grounds.

In the bedroom, California king-size beds, large enough for couples and their “toys” for the night, spanned the width of the room, giving a bit more space to allow for slaves to sleep on the side of the bed.

Hey, not all Masters and Dominants have their slaves sleep in bed with them, and not all slaves want to sleep in bed with their Masters, either.

I made sure the whirlpool tubs were affixed in each building, and the showers were large enough to support a bench.

One of the doors led to the outside of the bedroom, where an outdoor deck was constructed with the exhibitionists in mind. You know, for the ones that like to show off and scream to attract attention
to themselves? Yeah, I had to go there because I loved putting on a show as much as the next one.

Needless to say, I spared no expense to make sure folks kept coming back and telling their friends and associates they needed to be members, too, because, as they say, membership has its privileges.

I wanted to make sure NEBU, and all of the other ranches we had conceived and implemented, were meant for folks to enjoy the comforts, among other things, of the ranches. This was taking the bed and breakfast concept to a whole other level, as far as I was concerned.

I valued as much privacy as could be had, and this was the perfect way to have a lot of other folks be able to do the same thing… for a private membership fee, of course.

I’m sure you could tell there’s a running theme here, right? Well, there’s a reason for all that, but rather than bore you with the details, just know the legal team we’d put together made sure as many bases had been covered as humanly possible.

I did all the last-minute checking with Dom and the security staff for later on, including the last-minute fail-safes for the extracurricular activities after the ceremonies were over. With all the alcohol flowing on the premises, someone was liable to get a little wilder than usual, and that needed to be handled in-house.

No police influences.

No exceptions.

After the security sweep, I went back to the main building to check with the service slaves who had volunteered for tonight in the kitchen, the valets and greeters, and the girls who would be taking care of the guests as they mingled and socialized before the formal festivities began.

It would be a grand night indeed.

There was no way in hell I was going to let this night come off without a hitch.

I checked the W Hotel near the airport where the out-of-town guests were staying to touch bases with them and let them know the SUVs would be picking them up as scheduled.

I double-checked with the limo drivers to make sure the rotation schedule at the hotel was on time and clicking. I made a final check with my personal driver to make sure Neferterri, the girls and I would be picked up from home to get back to NEBU before the majority of the guests arrived, so we could receive everyone properly.

Neferterri checked up on the caterers who would be importing the special vegetarian dishes and some international cuisines that were requested by some of the guests, while shamise and sajira kept activity on the online boards in case anyone wanted to be fashionably late and needed last-minute information. sajira also took any payments for people who were serious about attending for tonight, and kept the records clean and organized, while shamise printed the records to keep a paper trail.

Damian kept things fluid with the emergency personnel, letting them know what they needed to be aware of and the things they needed to be prepared for in case someone was in distress. He also coordinated with the dungeon monitors; even though they wanted to state they “knew” what to look for, they were not in the clubs or at the conventions.

I think I’ve said I was a control freak before, right?

Well, in case you hadn’t figured it out by now, I’m a control freak, and I’m more than comfortable with the assessment, thank you very much.

The way I saw it, if I’m willing to pay you for your time, then you need to roll with the rules of the establishment, no matter how new the establishment was.

I was in the midst of finishing up my checklist, when I got a pop-up IM that got my immediate attention:

sinister_one:
you do realize that your girls won’t be safe tonight, right?

lord_ramesses:
let Me guess, this is the one that’s supposed to be able to “take” My girls and show them a good time, right?

sinister_one:
you know, for someone that claims to be the all-knowing Ramesses, you really don’t know what’s about to happen to the women in your own House

lord_ramesses:
wow, you must be a rookie or something… don’t you know it’s better to brag AFTER you’ve pulled off the crime?

sinister_one:
naw, I’d rather tell you first, and then watch the look on your face after it happens

Yeah, okay.

He could try if he wanted to.

NEBU was locked down pretty tight; Dom and I made sure of it.

I was confused over where this jackass was coming from. I was a bit perturbed because for some reason, I had to get the unstable motherfuckers who thought they could rattle me before every event. Considering the importance of the night’s events, I was not in the mood to dismiss ol’ boy as an idle threat. So, I made a quick phone call to set some things in motion.

This dude needed to be put on ice quickly, and technology is a beautiful thing.

lord_ramesses:
I’ll tell you what, you can try, and I’ll bury you, literally. Know who you’re fucking with first

sinister_one:
see, that’s the problem with you wannabe control freaks…
you’re gonna learn what real control is all about… I’ll even bring in one of my boys to help with a tag team rape, just for good measure.

I considered the possibility that shamise and sajira explained about some dude who’d been playing on the phones while they were doing the phone sex operator thing. I didn’t have time to make the wrong decision.

However, I was not one to be insulted by some two-bit wannabe criminal.

I had bigger things to deal with, but I had to show this dude I was not one to be fucked with.

lord_ramesses:
well, we’ll see how much control you really have… that junk IP address you tried to hit Me up from has already given Me all the information that I need on you… Dunwoody’s finest should be at your door in the next few moments

sinister_one:
uh… well… you still can’t stop what’s gonna happen tonight, even if you did find out where I was, bitch…you better…

I thought he was going to say something else, but all I saw on the screen was silence.

Wow, I was honestly disappointed.

I wasn’t done with the banter.

The next thing I heard was my cell phone.

After seeing the number on my caller ID, it made sense why the “sinister one” was no longer speaking to me by IM.

“We got him, Kane,” Officer Candon, whose submissive happened to be helping out at NEBU tonight, told me over the phone. “He won’t be bothering You too much tonight.”

“Thanks, Officer Candon,” I replied, keeping it professional
between us so there would be nothing to trace back in court. “I hope You have enough information, and if not, I can come in and make a statement in the morning.”

“Not a problem, Sir,” Candon followed my lead, keeping up the pretenses for dude to hear. “Terroristic threats don’t require a lot when it’s all in cyberspace. He tried to purge his system, but his IP can be traced. This dude’s not too smart.”

Yeah, that’s an understatement.

So, after dealing with that bit of stupidity, I kept on with the checklist, shaking off the expected chills that came with a close call.

The next step was to get dressed and prepare for tonight.

It’s time to show off the new place.

TWENTY-SEVEN
SAJIRA