Tempest (30 page)

If I didn't think it would get me killed, I would have screamed in frustration! I forgot how much of a sadist he could be when he knew I wanted something so desperately that I would gladly breach protocol to get it. I willed myself to keep my back against the Cross, even though every fiber of my being wanted to do the opposite.

He saw my quandary and smiled.

Damn Sadists.

“I see you want to be a bad girl after all, shamise,” he said. I looked down and noticed the vat of wax in his hand, along with a foam paint brush. “Good, I like My girls when they want to be bad, it makes it easier to do this—”

Before I knew it, he'd dipped the paint brush in the hot wax and stroked the brush across my right breast, covering my already sensitive mound and nipple.

I moaned loudly this time, unable to contain myself due to the immediate pain coursing through my nipple, followed by the familiar burn and crossover into the pleasure centers in my brain, welcoming the tingling sensation along with the searing heat that
made wax so addictive. I wanted more, my eyes expressing themselves to him, feverishly begging him to take me deeper into the abyss.

“Mmmmm, I think she likes it.” He grinned as I continued to shiver against the sensation the wax had on me. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, Master, please!”

“Ask properly, sexy,” He commanded as he let drops of wax fall on my shoulders.

“Master, please cover me in wax, i beg You.”

“That's better, baby girl,” he replied as he applied the wax on every square inch of bare skin available to him so meticulously I was convinced by the time he was done, I would have a wax bodice to take off for display.

With each stroke on my skin, I purred with satisfaction. I closed my eyes to focus on the way my body reacted to the stinging sensations once the wax was applied. The anticipation of where he might place the paint brush next added to the heightened sensitivity once the brush made contact. I gasped at the way the wax coated, the fleeting, burning sensation before the warmth on my skin presented itself.

Before long, I was covered from my neck to my knees in wax, with every possible area of my skin adorned.

I felt so hot…oh, God I was so hot…I felt the beads of sweat forming on my forehead and down my back.

Daddy took one of his knives out of a bowl of ice to cut and scrape the wax from my skin. The cold steel pressed against my warmed skin was a welcomed shock as I felt the dried wax pulling from my body, along with the sharpness of the blade slicing along the newly exposed skin.

My body tingled, my demeanor shifting from ecstasy to pure
lust. My desires turned to primal, appetent, hurry-the-fuck-up-and-get-me-off-this-fucking-Cross sex. The type of sex I didn't want to wake up from until at least sometime after midday.

Based on the way he took the wax off me, Daddy had the same sense of urgency. He never said a single word during the wax purge, not even caring about the shavings hitting the blanket. For all I knew, he already had someone at the ready to clean up the mess the minute we disengaged from the play area.

The minute my ankles and wrists were freed from the Cross, he kissed me so hard my clit jumped at the meaning behind it.

His eyes gave him away, and for once, I didn't care. I wanted him to say the words that would have me wet the rest of the night.

“I'm gonna wear you out when we get back to the cabin…I want my slut
now
.”

THIRTY-SEVEN
NEFERTERRI

“I'm gonna beat the shit out of you!”

You know, under normal circumstances I would have said those words were music to my ears. Coming from Sin's mouth, I would have sat down and asked one of the island slaves to bring me a bowl of popcorn and a glass of Moscato while amani massaged my feet so I could enjoy the show.

The tone in Sin's voice was what startled me.

She'd never sounded that evil.

After taking a look in her direction and noticing the source of her condescension, it made all the sense in the world.

lynx was already locked in to the suspension frame and howling as Sin gave him the whipping of a lifetime. He wiggled and flinched and flopped around like a fish out of water as she tore into his flesh with two chained floggers, each one at least fifteen falls thick!

For those that might not understand, let me say this: if I was a little worried about him, you should be, too. Hell, even tiger flinched with each swat on lynx's body.

With everything that he had done to incur Sin's wrath, I was shocked this didn't happen sooner than it did. Part of me took some pleasure in watching his torture. After all, he treated my sajira dirty with his actions this week.

The other part of me wanted to feel sorry for him.

Notice I said I
wanted
to feel sorry for him? I hoped she beat the black off him.

I was heavily engaged with amani on the Wheel of Torture, watching his exposed and naked body rotate for me to take aim with any number of implements at my disposal. Hearing lynx's screams of pain only served to enhance my high from torturing my boi, albeit for different reasons.

The other sight catching my attention was Blaze doing her thing with Jelani. I finally got a chance to see him in all of his glory, and to tell the truth, I saw the reason why she'd kept him under wraps all week until she had an idea of whether he would be into her or not.

That boi was stacked!

Not that my baby wasn't, of course, but my boi took care of Blaze and then some with that fine specimen of a man. The muscle definition alone would be intoxicating to the touch, after a few marks were put on it for good measure.

I returned my focus to the task at hand, watching amani slowly spinning before me, every inch of him available to be groped, stuck, pinched, whatever my heart desired. That took my mind off Jelani for a few moments, but Blaze decided she wanted to start trash-talking in the space.

I ignored her for a few moments, but then she got louder, stoking my competitive nature. She wasn't about to outshine me, and I was determined to make sure she didn't.

“Sound off, amani!” I yelled as I began striking him as he spun.

“One, Goddess! Two, Goddess!” He counted off as he felt the buffalo hide hit different areas. “Three, Goddess! Four, Goddess!”

“One, Mistress! Two, Mistress!” I heard Jelani yelling out as Blaze struck him.

We kept up our own version of “Dueling Banjos” for a few minutes, trying to figure out which boi would be able to sound off the loudest. Meanwhile, lynx had them both beat because of the sheer nature of the floggers Sin used and the type of force she exerted to get him to scream louder than our bois put together.

The bois managed to get into the act, wanting to make their Dominants proud and declared the unofficial winner of the duel. amani heard Jelani, Jelani heard amani, both heard lynx and tried to amp things up to keep up with him.

The whole scene became so much fun I didn't care who won whatever we were supposed to “win.” All I knew was three bois were feeding the sadistic nature of three Female Dominants while being masochistic sluts getting their own rocks off. It was a win-win situation for everyone involved.

That was until Blaze upped the ante in a way we never thought possible.

She unbuckled Jelani from the work bench she bound him to, tapped him on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. I couldn't make out the command, but I soon found out as he lay on the blanket near where they were, face-up, and prepared as Blaze lifted her skirt and positioned her pussy over his face and mouth.

“Now, lick Me, slut!” She bellowed as she rested her full weight on his face. The rapturous look on her face was so palpable it caused Sin and me to stop what we were doing so we could watch her. I rotated the wheel so amani could watch his friend as he was being queened.

“Mmmm, yeah, that's it, boi, lick it all up!” She lost herself in Jelani's fervor. She rolled her hips, riding his face harder, relentless in her pursuit of her sexual eruption.

Seconds later, her normally mezzo-soprano-pitched voice tuned up quickly to soprano, letting everyone within shouting distance know she'd arrived at her destination.

Sin was perturbed. “Fuck, Blaze! Really?”

Blaze was still grinding, oblivious to the other people in the room. Her breasts spilled out of her bra, and she was still in the grips of the climaxes Jelani elicited from her body. Pinching her nipples in an effort to prolong her trip, she shouted to any deity who would listen, damn near speaking in tongues as her words became unintelligible.

Sin was enraged at her question being ignored, although I couldn't imagine why she was. Blaze hadn't been this lewd in years, and I was happy as hell for her. I guess my grin was a bit too toothy because Sin glared in my direction, acting like I was supposed to be on her side.

“Quit hating, Sis,” I answered her icy stare. “You gotta admit this is hot as fuck, Sin. I mean, look at Her.”

We looked back in Blaze's direction and we were shocked to realize the scene had changed dramatically.

Blaze deftly slid off his tongue and was balls-deep on top of Jelani, riding him like she was a jockey at the Belmont Stakes.

“Okay, hooker, now You're just showing off.” Sin waved her hand dismissively as she flipped the switch to lower lynx down from the suspension frame. Once she and tiger unbuckled him, she attached their leashes and led them out without saying another word.

Blaze slowed down long enough to realize Sin left the area. She looked up at me for an explanation, but all I could offer was a shrug and a grin. She shrugged and went back to wearing Jelani out.

I felt the desire to leave them to the afterglow of the scene
they'd performed, and I wanted to take care of the growing urge growing within me.

As I unhooked amani from the wheel, I kissed his cheek. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Very much, my Goddess, thank You for stopping the wheel to where i could watch,” amani replied. “Watching them has me horny, if i'm allowed to say.”

I grabbed his leash and attached it to his collar, glancing at Blaze and Jelani one last time. Blaze looked up, blew a kiss at me and mouthed, “See You in the morning, Sis,” before getting back to riding her prized stallion.

If we didn't get to the cabin so he could fuck me, I would explode!

I tugged on amani's collar and rushed out, heading in the direction of the cabin. “you're not the only one who's horny, baby boi. I need you to take care of Me ASAP.”

THIRTY-EIGHT
sajira

We were undressed before they had a chance to command us.

It's difficult to explain, but there was a comfort and freedom with being among family as opposed to being in public. Sure, we did our thing regardless, but it felt like we always held back a bit, like the things we did were more comfortable when it was only Daddy and Goddess watching. There's a need to please and make them smile whenever we performed for them that heightened when no one else was watching.

Tonight, and more importantly, this moment, was unabashed pleasure personified.

Goddess sat in Daddy's lap as they indulged in watching the three of us enjoy each other. The smiles on their faces made me so wet I knew amani would slip right in the moment he was given the chance.

My sis and I had been dying for the chance to have our submissive brother sexually, but we knew we had to wait until they gave permission to do so. All week long we'd been flirting with him, fondling every inch of his body while he returned the favor, and building ourselves up into a ridiculous lather with the hopes that before we headed back home, we would be able to have him.

Daddy nodded in approval, his eyes focused on the way amani grinned as we engaged him, taking turns kissing him before shamise laid him down so she could take care of her oral fetish. I continued
kissing him, moving to his nipples to bite and suck on his chest. amani moaned and shook with the two pairs of lips and hands hitting the spots he'd so graciously revealed to us during our more explicit conversations over the past year.