The Awakening (8 page)

I plopped down on the couch to catch up on some fictional drama for a while. The wife and kids would be home soon, and I needed to prepare for the onslaught in the form of our daughters. Sometimes it was a little more fun to watch other people do dirt, I had to admit. It was one of the few guilty pleasures I had in life, and I was loathed to give them up.

My thoughts turned to Jay the moment I turned the television on to watch
The Game
on BET. I hadn't heard anything from him, despite the perception of my little white lie to his wife. I needed to get in touch with him, figure out why he hadn't gotten back with anyone.

Neferterri walked through the door with the kids in tow as I left a message for Jay to get back to me ASAP.

“Hey, baby, how was your day?” she asked as our youngest daughter jumped into my arms.

“Do you want the fun or drama?” I asked her back.

“Fun first, I'm in a good mood,” Mercedes answered.

“One of Q's newly trained moved here and got in touch with me.”

Mercedes rolled her eyes. “I hope this one is at least house-broken. Now, what drama has happened?”

“Jay's M.I.A., it might be for real this time. Jasmine even called me looking for him.” I stated.

This smirk spread across her face as she shifted her weight onto her back foot. “You mean I might know something the great Lord Ramesses doesn't?” She even put a hand on her hip to really lay it on thick.

Usually I didn't switch personas in front of the kids, but she really left me no choice. I popped her across her ass with force and asked, “You might know what, exactly?”

Mercedes shuddered briefly, answering quickly, “He's at the Airport Marriott with Mistress Blaze's slut, Beloved.”

That meant Jay was being drained dry by jezzabelle, Mistress Blaze's insatiable slut. Blaze only lets her out in emergency situations because of her sexual appetite, and she doesn't do it for strangers, which meant Jay used my name to get her to do it. In fact, I knew for fact she still had jezzabelle in chaste for at least another week.

“Well, damn, this must have been one helluva situation to let Her out early.” I grabbed my keys. “I'll be back in an hour.”

6
RAMESSES

I really didn't want to imagine the worst, but sometimes a man reaches the point of no return, and my boy certainly was no different.

Jay opened the door to the hotel suite wearing boxers and a robe, looking high as a kite from the weed he had been smoking. That tipped me off that something was really off. Jay doesn't smoke weed, mainly because his company does random drug tests at least once a month.

“You want some of this, K? She's been off the chain since she got here. I need a break.”

My attention turned to jezzabelle, in a bowing position, and spread out doggie-style on the bed. She swayed her hips in anticipation of servicing another person.

Needless to say, I was highly pissed. To be so damned reckless…

Without answering him, I walked over to where she was and pulled her out of her trance. “Get dressed, little one, and tell your Mistress Lord Ramesses says thank you for allowing you out for this emergency,” I commanded. “I will request She keeps you out of your belt for a few more days as reward.”

“Yes, my Lord, i will do as You command.” she replied before getting into the shower to clean up.

“Damn, is it like that, K? She just got started.” Jay sounded upset.

The next thing he felt was my fist against his ribs. I knew he didn't expect it because he dropped to one knee. Thank God he was blazed, or I probably wouldn't have been able to catch him slipping.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“That was for cheating on your wife,” I replied, shaking my hand in slight pain. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I was thinking about getting pussy the way I
wanted
it,” he finally stood up, still holding his ribs. “That bitch was exactly what the doctor ordered.”

jezzabelle, who was still in her submissive mental state, heard the last comment Jay made. Thank goodness she still was, or it could have gotten ugly. The last thing a woman wanted was to be called out of her name. A submissive doesn't care while they're in a “slut” mindset. If anything, while in that mindset, they actually get turned on by it.

To keep her intact so she didn't have any residual memory, I immediately stepped in front of her to ensure her submissive side was still there.

“What you heard was a figment of your imagination. Do you understand Me, little one?”

Her eyes lowered, confirming her response.

I kissed her forehead and commanded, “Go and see your Mistress now, and inform Her of My request. you may leave now.”

That put her in a better mood before I let her leave the room. I turned my attention back to Jay, who seemed amused by what had happened.

“Man, you and Fillmore Slim need to teach classes on this shit.” Jay smirked. That got him another jab to the gut.

“You know, even with the way Jasmine acts sometimes, you can really be a jackass,” I scolded. “Besides, I'm not a pimp.”

“Whatever, K, what did you come here for anyway?” It wasn't until then I realized he had been drinking on top of smoking weed. The smell from Mary Jane hid the liquor on his breath.

“Okay, man, lay it down for me. What's going on? This ain't like you to fall off the wagon or some shit like this?”

“Man, you know what? Listening to your woman was probably the best thing I could have done. Otherwise, I would have never caught her ass fucking two dudes in my house last night.”

That bomb took my breath away. Sure, been there, done that, but a woman doing it for no reason? That explained Jasmine's voice earlier. She'd been caught stealing third base. Actually, she'd been caught stealing third base while another one slid into home.

“What the fuck?”

“You know the wild part? She made it sound like it was my fault, dawg. Can you believe that shit? She's the one butt ass naked, in the middle of a threesome, and I'm the one who gets blamed. So, I called Blaze up, explained the situation to Her, told Her I needed to release, and ol' girl was at my door within the hour.”

Things were not adding up. I wanted to believe for him he was just seeing things. For the first time in a long time, I was speechless.

Jay continued his rant. “I busted my ass this whole time, just so she could fuck me over. I should've killed her!”

“Slow down, J, you kept your cool, be thankful for that. We could have been having this same convo with you behind bars.” I had to remind him.

Damn. How did it come to this?

“K, you're my boy and I love you like a brother. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a killer.”

Feeling he was cooling off, I asked him, “So, what's your next move?”

The answer came in the form of a knock on the door. When he opened it, two more women were standing there looking like they were pleased to see him standing there. I recognized them immediately, remembering them from a couple of months ago. They usually partied with us whenever we were at Candy's house hosting.

Jay had to get this hurt out of his system before anything could go further, and I knew it. Hell, I'd probably be doing the same thing right now. One thing was for certain: it was going to get worse before it got better. But I wasn't so sure it would get better this time.

“I'm here, as you asked, Daddy.”

Seeing Candy at my door in next to nothing except a pair of heels was definitely what the doctor ordered. I needed to get my mind off of the bullshit yesterday with Jay, but I had a feeling she needed some help, too, so I made Neferterri call in to work this morning. I wasn't feeling well and needed to go to the doctor.

Yeah, weak excuse, I know. But I was in need of some sexual healing.

“Come to me,” I commanded.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied, closing the door behind her and repositioning herself on her knees at my feet.

“Were you a good girl while Daddy was away?” I asked her.

“Yes, Daddy,” Candy replied. “I kept it wet and tight for you, as you specified.”

I looked down at Candy as she untied and removed my shoes and then moved up my pants to unbuckle my belt. “I have a surprise for you, baby,” I told her. I lifted her chin up to look at me.

She nodded, never slowing down in her task. She didn't notice Neferterri above her, removing my shirt. My guess was I wouldn't stop them from eventually wanting to get the morning started earlier than I wanted to. Once she noticed her best friend was there with us, the smile on her face was precious, to say the least.

The morning just turned up, to take a phrase from our oldest daughter.

“Hi, baby. Miss me, too?” Neferterri asked her.

“Mmm-hmmm,” Candy mouthed, successful in her task of getting my pants off and taking up the new task of her latest oral presentation to the chairman of the board.

My body betrayed me. It had been a couple of days since I'd had sex with Neferterri, and while I promised Candy she would belong to me today, my plans were about to be altered a little bit.

They both had me completely naked in no time, as Candy began to nuzzle her lips against my shaft. Neferterri did not disappoint, either, gently biting and sucking on my nipples, all while coaxing Candy to begin performing her expert deep throat skills on me.

Damn. Candy had me coming in her mouth before I knew what hit me, and she made sure she swallowed every drop I had to give her. I let out a loud primal growl as I erupted, a sound Neferterri was all too familiar with.

I forced Neferterri to her knees and commanded Candy by uttering the single command, “spread.” Candy quickly lay on her back and spread her legs on the mattress.

Now, I know what you may be thinking… Neferterri's a Dominant, right?

Why, yes, yes, she is, and a damn good one, too.

Let me clear it up for you: Candy was in the know, but she's not a lifestyle submissive; she simply likes the role play with us, and
my wife does like to switch to submissive from time to time as well. So, consider today one of those times, and enjoy the rare view into something like this because it's not likely to happen anytime soon.

I next issued the command to Neferterri, “69,” and she straddled her legs and positioned her pussy lips over Candy's face, sitting on her tongue before she dropped down over Candy's silken wetness to complete the command.

While they were busy bringing each other to exquisite pleasure, it allowed me time to compose myself and focus on what I had originally planned to do. I made sure the wax was in its place, still heating on the bar counter top in the kitchen, before I went downstairs and looked around the basement, checking one wall that housed the glass cases of weaponry I used for knife play: knives, swords, smaller switchblades and the like. On the opposite wall were the Saint Andrews Cross and the floggers, bullwhips, and electro-stimulation equipment.

I moved to the wall of floggers and picked out my leather floggers to use on them while they were engaged in each other. The screams I heard from upstairs hurried my steps before they wore themselves out. I still had plans for both of them.

I slapped the flogger against my wife's beautiful ass first, since she was the one on top, increasing the intensity with each stroke across her skin. I heard her moaning while she lapped away at Candy's sex, which only inspired me to flog her harder to elicit a more audible response. I alternated the slaps of the flogger with gentle rakes across her skin with my nails, concentrating on the same area I'd just struck, knowing it would give Mercedes the tingling sensation that would have her coming in no time.

Her ass swayed in rhythmic sync with my flogging and Candy's
oral skills; it wouldn't take long to stroke her into an intense orgasm. I quickly mounted her while Candy licked her, and within a few minutes, the stimulation overload pushed her over the edge into her first orgasmic wave.