Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld (7 page)

I saw the smile spread across his face and I didn’t have to guess what the answer was. “Girl, i was wondering when you would come to me! Of course i will!”

He hugged me so tight I thought he would choke me out. In the next moment, his body language changed. “Oh wait, so, what about your hubby; what would he think about this, boo?”

“i don’t give a fuck what he thinks,” I spat. “He’s been on some other bullshit lately, so i’m not about to worry about that.”

“Well, you might wanna change your tune once you find out what he’s been doing while he’s been training over here.” tiger’s facial expression turned to one of indifference as he studied my body language. “Mistress has been putting him through it, to say the least, not to mention the stuff he’s been doing with me.”

I narrowed my eyes, wondering about the cryptic nature of his statement. “And what the hell has he been doing with
you?”

“Hold up, trick; ease back on the attitude, okay?” He held his hands up in mock protest. “He was with it, saying that he couldn’t tell you about that side of him and shit, and i told him he needed to clear the air with you before he started exploring his bisexuality.”

I blinked a few times, trying my best to process the last words he spoke.
Exploring his bisexuality?

“i don’t believe you, tiger; you can’t be serious.”

“i’m as serious as a heart attack, baby.” He leaned back in his spot on the couch. “you can choose to believe me or not; doesn’t make a difference to me, either way. But i have sucked his dick; i can tell you that much. In the interest of full disclosure, especially when you want me to be in your inner circle, baby, are you okay with me still being there? i love you like a sister, and i don’t like hurting my sisters; Scarlett can vouch for that.”

I didn’t know what to think, but the signs were there, laid out on the table in front of me. He hadn’t been able to get it up for a few weeks now, and he couldn’t explain the reason why. Now, here’s tiger giving me the smoking gun, and I still needed proof of the reason my husband hadn’t been my husband since he declared his submission to Sin.

I had to appreciate his candor and honesty, even if the information was hard to take. He could have easily hid that from me, but it made it difficult to know which move was the right one to make. Was he after my husband, or was my husband beginning to do what was best for him?

“i still want you in my circle, tiger. i have no reason to believe you are out to hurt me, so i’m trusting you to be on my team, regardless of what you and your Domina are doing with my husband. Right now, my journey into submission is more important
to me at this stage. i can’t worry about what he’s doing, and i don’t want to know unless it becomes a threat to my marriage or my health. Are we clear?”

“Crystal clear, baby doll,” tiger grinned, grabbing my hand to kiss the back of my palm. “Unless it goes against my Mistress’ protocol, i’m with you. i love your Goddess to death, and She would kill me if i didn’t assist in your growth.”

I checked my watch and realized if I didn’t go, I would be late for my visit with my Goddess. I kissed tiger on the cheek and got up to leave. “i appreciate what you’ve said, and i will keep it under advisement. i can’t promise i won’t confront him with the information you’ve given me, but i will be discreet with any other information we share.”

“Look, sajira, if you were any other bitch, i wouldn’t have said shit, real talk.” tiger got up from his seat on the couch to escort me to the door. He grabbed my coat and helped me put it on, kissing me on the cheek. “your husband is a newbie, just like you, but the difference between you two is he’s trying to fake the funk. i can tell you’re in this for the long haul. Now, go and see your Goddess, darling, and give Her my best.”

SEVEN
RAMESSES

Reagan Washington National Airport, Arlington, Virginia…

I walked off the plane and made my way down to baggage claim to collect my luggage, already plotting in my head how I was going to deal with the task in front of me.

I walked by the limousine drivers and noticed a rather stacked and stout young lady, about six feet tall, maybe an inch short of that, holding a sign displaying my full legal name.

I was surprised to see her there to greet me, especially when I hadn’t seen her before in my life. But it was a pleasant surprise to be escorted by such a lovely creature indeed.

I guess in hindsight I shouldn’t have been too surprised, as I’d suspected Master Seti would spare no expense in making my stay in the DMV, as pleasant as he could. I’d called the day prior to my departure from Vegas to inform him of my arrival, as such was general protocol with any of the Elders associated with Amenhotep.

The driver was very attractive. Her distinct features put me in the mind of the Italian peninsula. She was clad in a pencil skirt, teasingly above the knee, and matching blazer, both black in color, and four-inch heels. Her lean, muscular frame left no doubt she could handle my luggage with little assistance from me, no matter how much my vanilla-centric chivalry wanted to oblige her.

“Good afternoon, m’Lord, my name is slave nadia. Please follow
me to the car, Sir,” nadia announced as she loaded the bags onto a cart and led me out to the parking lot. “Master has alerted me of Your presence, which is why i am driving You to the House, Sir. Master didn’t want You to get lost. He informed me it has been a few years since You’ve been out this way.”

I laughed at her statement. It hadn’t been
that
long.

“Yes, slave nadia, your Master has a way of reminding Me of such things in the most grandiose fashion possible.” We walked across the lot, and I was impressed to see the Cadillac Escalade Hybrid limousine we approached. “Very nice, slave nadia, your Master shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble.”

“Sir, if i am allowed to say so, He wanted to make sure You were especially comfortable while You stayed with us.” nadia smiled, looking forward instead of turning back to make eye contact. “He doesn’t make these accommodations for everyone, Sir, so it is an honor to be of such a special service to You.”

I climbed into the backseat while nadia placed the luggage in the cargo area to prepare for the ride back to the estate. On the middle console was a
USA Today
newspaper, and packed in a cooler in the opposite seat from me was an assortment of soft drinks and juices and a bag of roasted peanuts.

“Master thought You would like a light snack before Your arrival, m’Lord.” nadia read my mind before I could ask.

I smiled. This had sajira written all over this one. I would say shamise also had her hand in this, but there was no telling if she was at the house at the time nadia called to confirm the items sitting on the side of me.

“Remind Me to thank your Master upon our arrival, slave nadia,” I responded as she slid into the front seat of the car. I noticed a slight blush spread across her face at my statement. That meant
she knew she would be properly spanked for following her Master’s protocol to the letter.

We made the trek, beginning from U.S. Route 1 heading toward I-395, passing through the intersecting streets that crisscrossed and made up the Alexandria area. I took a sip of the orange juice bottle by the time we crossed over I-395 and continued south heading toward Mount Vernon.

I was reading the paper as we passed by the shopping malls and department stores, going from the commercial into the residential area, when I felt eyes on me, trying to get a better look at what I was doing. I looked up and met a gorgeous pair of hazel eyes staring back at me with the intensity and heat of a desert sun. She lingered for a moment before those eyes softened and gave rise to a lust their owner wanted to act upon, but she wasn’t quite sure if she should or not.

nadia tried to conceal her shy streak as she sneaked looks through the rearview mirror as she deftly moved through traffic. She tried to get a peek in right before the fork in the road would either take us to the estate or take us to the Mount Vernon estate, the home of our nation’s first president.

We kept this dance up for another half-mile or so. Every time I caught her looking up at me, she giggled to herself and focused her eyes on the road again, trying to steal as many glances as she could before we arrived.

I purposely began staring at her through the rearview mirror. The next time our eyes locked, nadia found her fingers tracing the outline of the blazer. She nimbly lowered the mirror to an angle to where I could enjoy the view, and I noticed nadia had unbuttoned her blouse and revealed her bra. I licked my lips at the way the satin caressed her breasts.

She blushed at my open satisfaction at her exposure, keeping one hand on the steering wheel, using her peripheral vision to keep her eye on the road and on me at the same time, and taking her free hand to expose her right nipple for my further enjoyment. She moved the mirror back to a position to reconnect with my eyes, pouting her lips to blow kisses for a few fleeting moments.

By now, my manhood had made its presence very much aware to me, and I couldn’t ignore what it obviously wanted my mouth to say. But this was neither the time nor the place to engage in that type of mischief, as it would be a direct violation of the rules of engagement, and my reasonable half understood that. However, my libido silently crept into the far reaches of where I kept the “Beast” at bay, beckoning to it,
I have the key to unlock your cage; all you have to do is beg for it.

I wanted her to beg so badly it made me weak. I imagined her legs wrapped around the small of my back, growling in her ear as I took her in the backseat, the tint in the windows providing the perfect cover in broad daylight before finally getting on with completing the journey.

nadia sensed my dilemma, and I sensed she was in a bit of a quandary herself. The vehicle slowed for brief interludes, which alerted me to the intimation she was not yet ready to end this dance. Each pause at the stoplights was torture for the both of us, increasing the tension from a simmering boil into an ominous volcano that could blow at any moment

My intense stare into what I imagined were her now-bright green eyes let her know I was straddling the thin line between commanding her to pull the vehicle over to the first secreted location for a clandestine and ravenous merging of two bodies, and thinking better of it and commanding her to cover herself up before we arrived at the estate.

I shook off the lustful state I was in as best I could. I had further business to take care of, and I couldn’t allow myself to let the “chairman of the board” fuck things up because it wanted to get wet for twenty minutes.

nadia slowed down long enough to make the turn to the street where the estate was located, stopping the vehicle long enough for the two of us to gather ourselves and for her to straighten her uniform to look presentable once we entered the compound. Once all was back in its place, nadia put the truck back in gear and we headed toward the house once again.

I didn’t mind the cat-and-mouse games too much. In fact, it was a bit refreshing to see such a lovely woman nonverbally flirting without the pretenses of titles and station. Well, at least not entirely. The fact that I was a Dominant in this realm, and a Dominant nadia had developed a respect for, might have had something to do with her flirting on the edges. The way I saw it, she, in the brief time we’d shared the same space, developed a passion that was predicated upon her respect for my station, and the good things she had heard from her Master about me.

That was fine by me. It’s not like I could not have had nadia hot and bothered under normal circumstances, but at the same time, it helped to not have had to put the litmus test out there.

The next time she looked up at me, I gave a wink, letting her know I wouldn’t discuss this little interlude between us with her Master, and blew her a kiss from the backseat to consummate the brief dance between us.

nadia returned the gesture with a kiss in the mirror at me of her own, letting me know she enjoyed the dance as well, and a wink letting me know we could continue the dance again, with her Master’s permission, whenever I was ready.

Sometimes, it’s great to be Pharaoh.

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