Tempest (7 page)

I felt shamise's fingers tense against my skin, her silent cue to alert me of her displeasure with someone. I knew she only had my best interests at heart and felt he might have ulterior motives, but I'd dealt with wannabe players trying to be Dominants in the past. Besides, I couldn't do anything if I wanted to, so there was no point in torturing myself.

“There's no need to worry about interrupting My shamise, Sir Lyrical, is it?” I chimed in, my eyes still closed behind my sunglasses. I pulled my sunglasses and propped them on top of my head as I opened my eyes to turn my attention to shamise. Gauging her facial expression, I realized quickly the depths of her displeasure. I caressed her face, bringing her lips to mine to give her a soothing kiss.

Lyrical seemed a bit put off by the display we were putting on. The look he gave me when I disengaged to focus on him amused me. I realized he wasn't much different from my Beloved, used to getting what he wanted.

shamise cracked a smile, realizing her part in his discomfort. Under normal circumstances, I would have spoken to her about her behavior, but I gave her some leeway, ensuring she understood that I would pull her leash if she went too far.

“No, I would not,” Lyrical uttered, trying to find a way back into the conversation so he could have my full attention. “It seems the
only time I can catch a chance to speak with You, You're with one of Your girls.”

“Would You prefer Daddy be around You while you speak to my Goddess?” shamise's smirk was evident on her face as she stifled a giggle. “i would pay the price of admission to see how that would happen! Good luck, trying to get Her alone with You, Sir. It would take a tsunami to hit the island and separate us from Her for something like that to happen.”

I saw the muscles in his jaw clench, and I felt it was time to slow my property down before she really began to take pleasure in his discomfort. As much as I enjoyed watching him squirm, I did want to see if he had what it took to go the distance.

“shamise, that's enough, baby girl.” I placed my hand on her shoulder, calming her instantly. “There's no way that He would be able to be alone with Me unless I felt He was worth the effort. I don't believe this gentleman would make the mistake of crossing your Daddy by ignoring the rules of engagement, now would He, little one?”

She cut her eyes in Lyrical's direction, letting him know she was less than impressed with him, not caring that it might have looked like a disrespect of his station. I knew my girls, and neither of them showed their displeasure publicly unless there was a reason to. Her eyes finally turned to mine, her fingers interlacing through mine as she gave a soft smile. “Yes, my Goddess, i know He won't cross Daddy. No one is
that
stupid.”

I giggled at her, remembering a time before the girls became a part of the House when someone was stupid enough to cross him.

He walks with a limp to this very day.

My Beloved had a temper, as quiet as it was kept, but he flashed it on very rare occasions.

shamise remained in her kneeling position, closing her eyes before she spoke again. “May i be excused now, my Goddesss?”

“Yes, you may, shamise. Check on your sis and make sure she is okay.” I watched her hips sway as she moved in the direction of the family hut, where I assumed sajira might still be.

With her last parting shot, shamise looked back and addressed Lyrical. “Sir, please don't mistake my leaving as Your opportunity to be alone with my Goddess. It is only by Her command that i am leaving at all. Take this brief time to speak Your peace and understand that there are eyes everywhere.”

Lyrical asked as he pulled up a chair next to my lounger, “Is she always like that? You would have thought I was trying to do harm or something.”

“Our girls are very protective of us, Sir,” I quipped, sliding my sunglasses over my eyes again. “You can only imagine how bad My boi is about Me.”

“I have a feeling I might not want to find out.” He smirked as his eyes roamed all over my body. Even though I was cramping horribly, I felt a twitch through my clit. I didn't want to show my arousal so soon, and I wanted to find a way to cover myself before my body betrayed me even further.

My nipples didn't quite get the memo as they perked up through my bikini top, making it known that his presence was doing something to me. He tried his best to keep from noticing, but they were sitting pretty enough for any man within a few feet of where we were sitting to realize I was in heat.

“Was it something I said?” he joked, crossing his muscular legs like he knew I was feeling him.

“No, it wasn't,” I retorted, pulling my towel to cover my chest. “The breeze out here has Me a little cold, if You must know.”

“The breeze…right…I can dig it.” He chuckled to himself. I laughed along with him, realizing how paper-thin that excuse was. “So, would You like to find a place a little warmer for us to talk some more? I would love to get to know You better.”

“That would be a negative, Sir.” I lifted from the lounger to sit up a little bit. The heat rising from my skin made me uncomfortable, and being in a horizontal position where he could take advantage, and I would've wanted him to take advantage, was not a good look for a first encounter. I could be had, but only on my terms.

“Okay…so when can I see You? Perhaps we could have dinner together before the week is over?” He extended his hand to help me stand, and I had to smack his hand away from my ass when his fingers glanced across it. He grinned at the cat-and-mouse game he thought we were playing, but I was slowly getting bored with the amateur efforts.

“Honestly, I think I'll let You know if I feel like having dinner with You, Sir,” I answered, moving to wrap the towel around my waist. “I don't think You're quite adept at the rules of engagement, but You're more than welcome to have dinner with Me, and the rest of My family, later on tonight, if You think You can hang.”

The stunned look on his face let me know he was not used to being rejected very often, and it gave me a rush. Even if I did want to fuck him, and trust me, he was fine enough for me to want to fuck him, his actions put me off as though he had already sealed the deal, and it was only a matter of how quickly we could get to his hut and getting out of my swimsuit to do the damn thing.

There's only one man on this planet that had even come close.

This one wasn't in the same galaxy as my Beloved.

“Fair enough, Lady Neferterri. As You wish.”

I already knew he would show up for dinner later tonight; he was
too curious not to show up and figure out why I wasn't as willing and anxious to let him have his way with me. I'd seen Female Dominants at times succumb to their urges and do what came naturally, and I didn't blame them for doing so as I'd done it in the past, too. But there was no way that Lyrical would be the beneficiary of that decision.

SEVEN
RAMESSES

“The surveillance cameras are good to go, Dominic.”

We were inside the main surveillance hub in the main building, doing the usual check of the systems and the range on the cameras in the different areas of the island. I spared no expense in getting a system that would make the casinos in Vegas jealous. Anything Dominic and I could find, we found it, and short of a dome to put over the top of the place, we had it installed and maintained as often as we could.

Because things were not always properly illuminated during the nighttime hours, we made sure the system had night vision technology needed to easily identify anyone within seconds, regardless of the time of day. Thankfully, most of the attendees traveled through Nassau to get to the yachts, which meant we could tap into the records at the airport and run facial recognition software without the attendees knowing it.

I took no chances…

“I think we might be good with making another sweep to make sure nothing has been tampered with,” Dominic pointed out. “I think the cameras near the shoreline might need a closer look.”

He wasn't fooling me. He saw some nice eye candy on the monitors and wanted to take a look at that. I wasn't mad at him. Neither of his girls, Natasha nor Niki, was able to make the trip because they were in the midst of the Christmas season. For law
enforcement that meant it was the season to try to get away with stealing whatever from whomever.

“All right, Dom, let's make the sweep before nightfall. I have a feeling you might be right.”

To be real, I knew he wasn't, but I wasn't about to deprive him of some pleasure.

We stepped out of the main building, working through the great room out to the front of the building, greeting guests and checking to make sure they were enjoying themselves. The walk did us both some good; it gave me a chance to check up on his progress with his submissives.

“So, talk to me, Dom. How goes it with Niki and Natasha?” I asked him as the candy passed us by.

“Ramesses, I can't complain with those two, especially after they went through the training with Your girls,” Dominic answered. “Niki really took to the training, almost like she had been waiting to do it for a long time.”

“Good deal, that's what I like to hear.” I'd begun coaching the girls on training other new submissives, and Dom's girls were the guinea pig experiment to see if they had the skill to train others. “What about Natasha, is she taking to the training, too?”

“Natasha took a little time to wrap her head around the protocol, but once she equated it to the Academy training we went through as beat patrol, she finally came around,” Dominic recounted.

“You know how it can be with aggressive women, My friend,” I explained. “For the most part, they're trying to reconcile what submission really is versus the perception from all those romance books. Once they realize there is strength in submission, the mind calms down, and the body quickly follows.”

“Don't I know it?” Dominic laughed for a moment as he enjoyed
his inside joke. “I just hope I can keep it together. I'm not on Your level yet, but I'm learning quickly.”

We continued to check on the surveillance cameras in the spots I knew were not an issue, but when we got to the beach area where the women usually sunbathed in the nude, I understood why he was in such a rush to get out there.

I couldn't stop staring, in awe at the beautiful bodies that were on display all over the area. Regardless of size, the hourglass shapes that assaulted my visual senses stopped me in my tracks and held me prisoner to the lustful thoughts in my mind. Dominic was right about needing to get a live feed instead of watching the cameras, but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.

Dominic took one look at my facial expression and smirked. “Still think I was flexin'?”

“Fuck You, Dom.” I laughed.

As I surveyed the field again, taking in the sights before we headed back to the main building to continue the sweep, a vision of exquisite sin came walking toward us. To say she had my attention was an understatement.

The bikini she wore was understated, almost boring by comparison to the pieces the other women wore on the beach, but there's something to be said for a body that makes anything look good.

Her eyes swept over the two of us, almost eyeing to figure out which one of us she wanted to deal with first. I was resigned to let her engage Dom instead of me, but with women, there's no telling what may happen. She locked eyes with me, never once looking away, which tripped my senses that she was a Dominant. Submissives usually didn't engage in eye contact, even when I requested that they do so.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen.” She greeted us with an extended hand, turning in Dominic's direction. He shook her hand first, remaining indifferent despite the grin on his face in admiring her frame. I shook her hand after he disengaged with her, trying my best to keep my own composure as her body inspired some evil thoughts. There were a few things during our exchange that should have given me pause, but I was too enthralled with finding out more about her to listen to the warning bells sounding off in my mind.

She held my hand longer than I was comfortable with.

She held my eye contact longer than she needed to.

And she moved closer to me, ensuring I got a closer look at what I admired from a distance.

Dominic cleared his throat to break the connection between us. I could tell from his body language that he really wasn't about to stand around while I figured out if I wanted to say hello or not.

“Forgive Me, good afternoon to You.” I finally got the words out of my mouth, confused as to why I was unable to speak. “I hope You have enjoyed the island so far?”

“Yes, I have, Ramesses,” she remarked. “Although I have yet to experience the evil pleasures the island is developing the reputation for providing.”

“You have Me at a disadvantage, My dear.” I had to admit, she had me on my heels, and I wasn't sure if I liked the feeling or not. Usually it's my Beloved who put me on the defensive, so to have another do so without much effort was interesting. “You seem to know who I am, but neither I nor My associate do not so much as have Your name?”