Tempest (24 page)

He was in his zone, and it didn't matter what I said to him, he was not going to hear me, so I grabbed and clawed at his back, screaming in octaves I didn't know I had, losing myself in the release that I needed and that only he could take me through. My body convulsed, trying to brace itself for the multiorgasmic torrent that was soon to come as he continued to piston in and out of my sex until he reached his own crescendo.

His primal growl in my ear made me come again, knowing it would be mere seconds before the eruption I awaited would arrive.

“Give it to me, Daddy…come on, i want it all!” I cheered him on from my vantage point, ready for him to pull out and stream his essence all over my chest and stomach. The intensity of his strokes gave me a clue that he'd been so built up that I might expect a river by the time he'd released.

“Fuck, baby, I'm coming!” He pulled out of me and barely had enough time to get close to my chest when the explosion gripped him. I grabbed his shaft and continued to stroke him, delighting in the stream of his essence as it landed on my stomach, my chest,
and my face. “Ohhhhhhh fuuuuucccckkkkkk, you got Me…. shittttt!!!!!”

He slumped once his orgasm relented, barely able to breathe as I kissed all over his face to keep him grounded there with me. Any negative thoughts that I thought I had were a distant memory, and there would be no worry about whether they would return, even if I happened to see the source of those negative thoughts at the party tomorrow night. With any luck, I would be so engrossed in whatever Daddy and Goddess put me through that he wouldn't be able to get a word in edgewise.

He finally lifted up slightly, pulling me into his lap to kiss me some more. I relished this chance to simply be in the moment with him, the same way when I was with Goddess or shamise. Once I realized I would have that type of connection with amani, my pussy tingled again, ready for another round.

“Okay…what were we…talking about again?” He tried to breathe through the questions in his mind as he struggled to remember the conversation we had before lust took over and brought us to where we were right now.

I kissed his lips before settling back into his chest. I wasn't about to ruin a perfectly wonderful afternoon with idle chatter that we could have tomorrow. “Don't worry, Daddy, i'm sure it will come to You sometime tomorrow, and we can talk about it then.”

THIRTY
amani

“She's amazing, bruh, absolutely amazing.”

I spent my “free” day on the island chilling out with my frat, catching up on how things were going with Mistress Blaze since the last time I visited with them. I wanted things to work out between them for my own selfish reasons. Let's face it, being a submissive male, a black submissive male, for that matter, was not a bed of roses. As it was, being a submissive male came with its own brand of madness.

Of course, there were the stereotypical views society had: we were spineless; we had no real backbone and didn't know how to stand up for ourselves; we were dismissed as not being “real men,” or we were only “acting” submissive because it was an easier way to get pussy.

The last time I checked, the above assumptions that women had about submissives made it harder to get some, not easier. But what did I know?

Hell, being a six-three, 200-pound young, black male who was in good shape had its own issues. Jelani would catch some of the same heat for having relatively the same build. tiger was slight of build by comparison, about five feet eight inches and about 160 pounds on a good day. lynx wasn't much better: maybe around five feet eleven inches and 180 pounds, so they didn't get the issues we
get in terms of women assuming we're dominant or we “should” be dominant.

What had been the most irritating insinuation of all was the ideal from the male Dominants that we could be pushed around and we wouldn't push back.

Sir Lyrical found out how untrue that assumption was. He was still nursing that broken nose and sore ribs, the last time I asked about him. I should have put him to sleep for even breathing hard in my Goddess's direction. Oh well, I guess I could've gained some measure of satisfaction that he was going to get what was coming to him.

Combine those frustrations with the “do-me” submissives that made shit difficult for those of us who truly wanted to serve and you had daily fights that had to be won or lost, depending on the day. I think that was why I wanted Jelani on board as a lifestyle submissive. If anything, I'd be able to have someone to help me understand myself even better, and it would be with someone I could trust not to out me, too.

“So, since She's so amazing, bruh, why don't you see if things can be taken to the next level?” I asked.

He thought about it for a moment, and the answer he gave was, in my opinion, a complete copout, but he might have honestly been feeling that way. “Bruh, the other relationships i have had with other women, once i told them about the things i am into, the relationship goes south quickly.” He found himself trying to figure out what the real holdup was, almost trying to measure his words. “i don't want to put myself out there and then She turns into those same women who swore that my submissiveness wasn't a deterrent, but the exact opposite is true later on down the line.”

“And you honestly believe She doesn't feel the same way about
what you might be, frat?” I rebutted, trying to give him the “shoe-on-the-other-foot” argument. “i have been around Mistress Blaze for a while now, and She is as genuine as they come. She wouldn't be a part of the Society if She were less than genuine, trust me on that. If i told you about the countless wannabe submissive males that She's met, it would make your head spin, especially the ones coming from the foot-fetish sect. It sounds like you both are a little gun-shy, and that's okay, too.”

“So, what do you suggest, bruh? i mean, really, because i am extremely attracted to Her, and after the night we had last night, i know the feeling is mutual, but i'm not about to get my hopes up again.” Jelani's eyes searched mine to get some idea of how to proceed.

The smirk on my face confused him as I felt like I was looking at myself about a year and a half ago, at the same crossroads with my Goddess and Sir. I loved him like a brother…hell, he was a brother, he was my frat…so I decided to explain some things to him.

“i'm going to let you in on a little secret, bruh.” I leaned in close as though I were letting him in on some conspiracy. “i have had you two followed the entire time you've been on the island.”

“What the fuck, bruh?” Jelani protested.

“Not like that, bruh, they haven't been taping you or spying in on whatever you have been doing behind closed doors, but they have been observing the both of you, when you're with each other and when you're away from each other.” I tried to keep him calm to make sure my words sank in. He needed to get the gist of what I was trying to do for him; no one really did that for me, at least not another submissive male, anyway. “Those persons let me know what i already suspected: you two are more than compatible to each other. During the time you two were away from each other, neither
of you bothered to partake of some of the indulgences of the island, and you know what i mean by that.”

He blushed when I mentioned the last part. I purposely tried to set him up with the masseuse, including arranging for a happy ending, and he summarily declined the offer without as much as a double-take. He was into her, and she was her type, but his nose was wide open thinking about Mistress Blaze.

“Quit playing like this opportunity will come again in another week or something; we both know that it won't,” I stated, staring him down. “i almost made that same mistake with my Goddess, and if it weren't for my Sir dropping the hammer on me to help me see the truth of what i was doing, i guarantee you i would not be with the House i am with now. They have no tolerance for submissives who try to fake their way into getting what they want.”

It wasn't the easiest thing to admit, and I hadn't thought about that uncomfortable ride in the car with Ramesses in quite some time. I believed that things happened for a reason, and truthfully speaking, if he hadn't been the one to screw my head on straight, I probably would have been on the outside looking in. I shuddered to think what might have happened if Goddess were single instead of part of a Dominant Couple and I pulled the stunts that I pulled.

I guess my words had some effect, as I observed Jelani in deep thought. His eyes were closed, and I imagined he was trying to weigh the pros and cons of what he was about to consider doing. It wouldn't be easy, but hell, if it was easy, everyone else would be doing it. As I'd learned in my own lessons, those that truly want to serve, it was a calling, not simply some passing fancy, and I believed Jelani was one of those. With a little coaching and help from my sisters and me, he could have been a diamond in the rough. I wanted to be to him what tiger tried to be to me, a mentor, but
he screwed it up because he was too busy worried about fucking me on top of teaching me.

I wasn't sure if I was ready to do that, but you have to start somewhere, right?

After keeping his eyes closed for a few more brief moments, he opened them, took a deep breath and exhaled, and declared, “Okay, bruh, tell me what i have to do to get Mistress's attention and keep Her attention. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?”

THIRTY-ONE
shamise

“you're interrupting my morning massage.”

I had a routine I followed on event days.

First, I had my morning massage, followed by a long, hot bath.

Next, after breakfast, I checked, and then double-checked, to make sure everything was in place for the event.

Finally, I got with sajira and amani to make sure Daddy's and Goddess's attire was taken care of and ready for the event.

There were other things I either did or delegated in order to prepare during a day like today, but I wouldn't bore you too much more with the details. Let's say I was extremely thorough and we'll leave it at that.

My morning massages were meant to clear my mind and put me in the right headspace to handle the tasks ahead of me. As sexy as my masseur for the morning was and the permission from my Goddess to enjoy more than a simple “happy ending,” I was looking forward to a morning glory of delicious proportions.

lynx threatened to kill my high by his mere presence alone.

I guess it was my fault for wanting my massage outside of the family cabin instead of inside where I could have enjoyed my peace and quiet, not to mention the potential for some quality long stroking, but he didn't have to be here, either.

“i was hoping we could talk,” he said.

“There's nothing to talk about, lynx, and as you can see, i'm a little busy right now,” I purred as my masseur started to reach my problem areas in my lower back. All I needed was another few minutes and I would be back in heaven right now, ready to let the orgasmic waves take me.

I felt lynx's eyes on my body as I continued to enjoy the heaven my masseur created. I'd hoped that the more I ignored him and concentrated on my bliss, the more he would get the point and simply move on.

Anyone want to bet what he decided to do?

“Well, you don't have to talk; you can lay there and listen,” he said, sitting down on the sand next to where I was getting worked over. I rolled my eyes and focused more on the magic fingers kneading my flesh. “i want to find a way to get my wife back, and i was hoping you could help me with that.”

Really???

My masseur felt the tension in my muscles, and he attempted to try to keep me still so he could continue to work. Being hand-picked by my Goddess, he didn't want to screw anything up. “My lady, I would strongly suggest that you relax, despite this minor inconvenience, and allow me to finish working you over. Do you wish for me to remove this distraction?”

“I'd love to see you try it, bruh.” lynx stepped into his space, looking more at his chest than he was in his face. I giggled to myself, realizing that if I said the word, he would have picked lynx up and carried him away from me without hesitation.