Tempest (25 page)

My masseur closed his eyes and flexed his fingers, trying his best to keep calm. He looked over at me, realizing I was still naked. “My lady, say the word, and it will be my pleasure.”

Oooh, I could get used to this. amani has gotten used to being
the bodyguard of the family and all, but this Adonis was adding to my fantasy by flexing his taut, lean, muscular frame. As much as I wanted him to turn lynx into mush, I didn't have a choice but to call him off.

“Forgive me for stopping you, sexy, but i need to handle this before this idiot completely fucks up my vibe.” I sat up from my spot, not caring that my breasts were exposed for lynx to see. He'd completely lost his mind if he thought I was going to help him. I raised my eyebrow as he sat there acting like he was convinced his request wasn't insane. “my sis has moved on from you, and you made it
very
clear why she should have.”

“Look, i don't expect
you
to understand, but we've been married for ten years, and—”

“And you threw that all away when you told her you were in love with someone else!” I cut him off, shutting him down in the process. “Now, i don't expect
you
to understand, but when you tell a woman you're in love with someone else, the writing is on the wall and there is nothing else left to talk about.”

“That's not the way it was supposed to come out!” lynx clenched his teeth like he'd waited for me to bring that point up. “i still love her, dammit!”

“But you haven't tried to fuck her in over six months!” I yelled back, causing my masseur to flinch again. I gave a wink at him with my back turned away from lynx, along with a sly grin and pulling him down for a kiss to put him at ease. The truth was, this whole exchange was making me wet as hell. “Guess what, hotshot, lusting after your wife instead of your wife's best friend is a good damn way to let her know you are in love with her.”

“Didn't you hear me? i said i love my wife!” He tried to sound convincing, but I was curious of who he was trying to convince,
me or him. The problem with his declaration was that he missed the key word in my rebuttal.

“i didn't say love, dummy, i said ‘in love.' There's a difference,” I snapped. “i'm in love with her, meanwhile, you just ‘love' her. Who do you think she's going to want to respond to if she hears those words said to her?”

“me, goddammit!”

Who the hell was he kidding? Daddy had sajira so into him at this point there's no room for any other man. He had it like that; it was a gift. This man was more worried more about his dick than anything else, and he was too stupid to figure that out. The woman he'd married ten years ago was not the same woman that he swore he loved.

“If she does respond to you at all, it's because her body still does, but her mind has already replaced you.” I felt the need to break him down to his knee pads. I had some man flesh to consume ASAP. “The last time you had sex…i can't say make love because, well…did she call out your name the way she used to when i first moved in with you?”

lynx's eyes betrayed him as he tried to remain calm. I watched the wheels turn in his mind, trying to figure out exactly where my conclusions would eventually lead him. “That doesn't mean anything!”

“Yeah, but it has you wondering, though.” I laughed. “Do me a favor, would you? If you get a chance to talk to my sis, and that's not gonna happen, by the way, let me know if she admits that to you, okay?”

“Fucking bitch!” He hopped up from his spot, calling me all kinds of names as he walked away. “i don't know what i saw in you!”

“That's easy…you saw your dick in me!” I yelled after him, laughing
so hard my masseur couldn't resist joining in my laughter. “Damn shame, too, you have such a beautiful dick!”

His walk turned into a jog, leaving me to finally enjoy the rest of my massage in peace. The only thing was, I was really amped up and horny as fuck now, and if his hands touched me again, I was going to rape him on the spot. So, rather than making it look like I was the aggressor, I looked up at him with a smile on my face and said, “Now that i've worked up some tension, do you think you can properly work out my pussy after you've worked the kinks out of my body?”

Damn, I felt like a new woman!

After wearing out my masseur in more ways than one, it was time to get the rest of my day taken care of in enough time to get a good nap in before tonight's debauchery. My Goddess would have been so proud of me!

I began to see why paka rarely came stateside anymore. This island was addictive, especially the weather and the intoxicating atmosphere. A sistah was gonna have to heavily hint that we take a few more trips down here in the near future.

I made it to the outside tents, grinning like a horny teenager as I saw the island slave bois moving all of the dungeon furniture into the spaces. Watching them work kept me in my wanton state, the sweat rolling off their half-naked bodies causing heart palpitations that made me lightheaded.

I walked closer to the tents, making sure the spacing was where I wanted everything, taking mental inventory of what I wanted to subject myself to tonight. The pieces stoked different desires inside
me, from the Crosses to the bondage tables to the steel cages and everything in between. Then my heart stopped when I saw not one, but two metallic, and motorized, suspension frames, and two pieces of an apparatus that can only be called the “Wheel of Torture”!

If you've never seen a Wheel of Torture before, let me see if I could describe it for you as best as possible: if you'd ever seen those old circus spinning wheels where the lovely assistant got on this Ferris wheel-type contraption and the blindfolded knife thrower spun the wheel and tried to throw the knives and hit balloons in areas around the assistant?

Well, this was about the same premise except as you were spinning, every inch of your body was available for torture by more than one Dominant at a time, or your body became a 360-degree playground for your Dominant.

If the other tents looked half as wondrous as this one did, Daddy's gonna really wonder if I had been holding back this whole time.

I wasn't holding back, honestly speaking. I always put together my best productions, but I didn't have the dungeon furniture companies in the UK and parts of Europe at my disposal, either.

I was still enjoying the bliss of my accomplishments, when a voice popped up behind me, interrupting my thoughts.

“you know, you can be a real killjoy, do you know that?” tiger's voice rang in my ears, shifting my mood in a direction I was not thrilled about. “i was hoping to get some dick tonight before you ruined it with your taunting.”

Fuck! Didn't Sin have something for these bois of hers to do for her or something?

I gave him a look that could have burned through lead. The last thing I needed was to entertain some more drama on behalf of a man that I'd emasculated not three hours ago.

“Damn, tiger, why do you always find a way to fuck up a wet dream?” I asked as I turned around and gave our customary air kisses to each other. “For that matter, why are you worried about one dick in this target-rich environment?”

I laughed as he flirted openly with one of the slave bois who caught his attention. He mouthed the words “see you tonight” before he finally turned his attention back to me. “What? Oh yeah, well, ummm, see, it ain't always about one dick, okay? But ain't nothing like some in-house dick, either, you feel me?”

I waved him off, watching him work his usual magic while the bois were working. He was too much, but he couldn't be anything more than what he always was, and he loved variety as much as I did. “See, i know you, boi. Remember, i was the one who got you with Sin, all right? If She wasn't so
laissez-faire
about you having whatever you wanted because it fit right in with what She wanted for Her enjoyment, too, you wouldn't be the slut you are right now.”

“And i have been forever grateful for that, so ain't no point in reminding me all the damn time, trick.” tiger sucked his teeth and glared at me. I love that boi to death. He'd been in my corner for a long time, and he'd always been the “Fetish Fashionista” that every girl needs, and I was glad he's mine. “But you don't get to deflect from the fact that you ruined my steady dick tonight. How would you feel if i ruined amani like that?”

“i'd kill you, so quit playing about the dick in my life.” I mocked, wrapping my hands around his neck. He leaned away, almost falling on his ass. “Besides, word is, your dick won't be your dick anymore because your Mistress is dropping him the minute we get back to the States.”

He gave me this “look” before he fell out laughing. “i swear, that Mistress Blaze is too much sometimes, always hedging Her bets. That's why i love that woman.”

He laughed even harder when he saw I was truly confused. “Look, baby, Blaze has been salty ever since Mistress basically giftwrapped amani to your Goddess a couple of years ago. So, when She started having problems with lynx, Blaze offered to take him off Her hands.”

“Wait, so why are you laughing at me?”

“Because amani gummed up that plan when he invited his frat brother down.” tiger accentuated his point by fanning himself. “Lawd, have mercy, i'm shocked you haven't seen that fine motherfucker yet! Given the choice between prime filet mignon and bargain-basement sirloin, which would you choose? I know what the fuck I would choose.”

“Damn, is he that fine?” He really had me curious now.

“Hell, yeah, he's that fine!” tiger kept fanning. It wasn't that hot on the beach, so I knew he was taking things to the extreme. But, with his taste in men, gay or straight, there had to be something to it. “Damn shame he's straight, though, or i'd have openly campaigned for Mistress that ass to be with us and let Blaze have lynx.”

I wasn't sure if I wanted to be upset with my bro or not. I was sure he had his reasons, but it did explain why Blaze had been virtually invisible on the island except for the opening night festivities. I figured I'd check with him later tonight and guilt trip him into making the introductions.

I took a look around and was satisfied with the way things were progressing. Thankfully, everything else had gone well also, so I was about to help myself to a bit of a well-earned nap. Hopefully with a little luck, I'd be able to get rolling in time to do a little stunning tonight.

“Well, now that everything is under control, i can go nap for a little while so i can put the rest of these wannabe fetish girls on
notice.” I blew air kisses with him as I made my way to the family cabin. “And i'm sure you'll find a way to get your dick where you need him to be, since you've converted him and all.”

tiger winked at me. “Chile, don't worry, he'll be putty in my hands by tonight. he doesn't have much of a choice if he wants to stay in Mistress's good graces the rest of the weekend. Now, go on and get you some beauty rest; you need it!”

“Bitch!” I playfully slapped him. “you know i'm a stunner; you're just jealous.”

“No, chile, i call it like i see it.” tiger took a closer look. “But if i was a straight dude, you could get it, and it's my job to make sure you stay that way.”

“i love you.”

“i love you, too, slut. See you later tonight.”

THIRTY-TWO
NEFERTERRI

“you're kidding Me, baby? tiger is sure about that?”

We were in the family cabin, getting ready for the formal. After being away from amani and the girls all day yesterday to reconnect with my Beloved and recenter myself a bit, it was time to catch up with them to figure out what had happened.

From their collective body language, things were busy yesterday and for some parts of the day today.

“He's funny as hell, that's for sure,” sajira scoffed. She was in a more aggressive mood than the last time I saw her. “What in the bloody hell did he hope to gain by talking to you? his dumb ass tried to fuck you behind my back!”