The Awakening (23 page)

As much as my wife was ready to split the scene, I wasn't quite ready to leave. I needed to make sure before I called my friend at the precinct.

“Give Me five more minutes, honey. I need the plates just to be sure.” The guy was smart to back the car into a corner; I'll give him that credit. But Lee had to leave sometime, and I wanted to nail him to the wall to figure out what the hell he wanted with me and mine.

I got my wish about a couple of minutes later, when Lee's cell phone went off and when he answered it, he rushed Angel out of the way and got in his car. He sped off quickly, but not fast enough for me to confirm the plates my father's friend had given me on the partial plates I had.

“Bingo,” I said before starting the engine.

“Okay, Shaft, now can we go?” my wife impatiently asked, sounding irked at my wannabe cop routine.

“Yes, we're gone. I need to turn this over to the authorities so they can follow up on it.” There was no way I was going to try and handle this myself. I'm not a cop, nor did I want to be. But I'd be damned if I was gonna sit by and let some nut try and disturb the peace that is my home and family.

Now the question was did I want to know the answers to the questions in my mind?

“We're being followed.”

There was a car that took up a surveillance position almost as soon as we left the bar.

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes.”

Maroon color. Chevy Impala. Twenty-four-inch rims. Not the smartest idea on the planet to tail a person in such a conspicuous vehicle. That let me know that his crew wasn't all that smart, especially when they were casing the house a couple of weeks ago. Not smart at all.

I had to keep my calm so I didn't freak my wife out too much. But I had to put some skills to work a little bit. So, without warning, I made a quick right down Sidney Marcus, put a few cars between us for a minute, enough so I could see them and not tip them off. I made a left on Piedmont with the intent of popping in a circle in the middle of Buckhead to see if I was correct.

Damn.

As soon as we hit Piedmont, the Impala followed. This couldn'tve been happening.

I slowed the pace a little bit, letting the Impala play catch-up for a minute. I needed to see the faces of our pursuers. I recognized the two guys from the incident at Liquid when Lee had popped off at the mouth and almost caught a beat down.

We were approaching I-75 South, so I smoothly made the transition down the two-lane stretch of road where the interstate exit merges off and the rest of the stretch of road heads toward Spring Street.

Before they could figure out what I was doing, I jerked the car onto the exit merge going to the interstate, leaving them no choice but to head toward Spring Street. It was too late to merge with the rest of traffic to catch up with us.

Neferterri looked at me like she'd never seen me before. “Where is my husband, and when the hell did he learn to drive like that?”

I laughed it off, as some things were not always needed until the moment arises. Those skills were taught long before I'd married my Beloved, back when I was a youngster being groomed to be a State Trooper like my father before me.

Some habits never die. I'm glad this one hadn't left me.

My wife grabbed her phone and dialed Angel's number. I felt the anger on her as she waited for the voicemail to pick up.

“You are no longer being considered as a submissive of this House, Angel. Your actions have proven you untrustworthy and unfit to be a submissive of Kemet-Ka. We wish you peace in your journey, and make sure that you do not darken our doorstep again.”

“Well, that was one less issue to concern ourselves with.” I laughed. “Now, we only have the Halloween party to deal with after we go through trick-or-treat hell and we'll be home-free.”

27
NEFERTERRI

Coming through the door as instructed by the email she'd received from me earlier in the day, Kitana had no idea of what to expect. It was her first time coming through the front door in submissive mode, and her mind raced. She made sure to memorize the instructions that Ramesses and I had drilled into her over the last few weeks. Now, on the verge of Amenhotep's departure and pending nuptials, it was time to showcase Kitana to see if the circle of friends would be pleased at her progression or not.

The guest list was quite large, considering the way that word spread about Amenhotep and paka's soon-to-be departure. But then again, it's not entirely surprising that most people would want to see the two of them off. Sinsual and Blaze were in attendance with their bois, which meant Ice would be in attendance as well, to see the emergence of his wife as a submissive. I was curious to see how he would react to seeing her in a D/s atmosphere, and it looked like I was going to get my wish.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Kitana snap out of her trance and crawl into the grand room, where she made sure to quickly locate me, since I was the closest one to her. She immediately took her place at my feet at the end of the sectional couch, assumed her kneeling position, and kept her eyes cast downward until I acknowledged her presence. I saw Ramesses looking on,
smiling at the entrance Kitana had made, and capturing the attention of every Dominant in the room.

“Good girl, and on your first night, your Sir and I are pleased,” I said. Kitana then began to hear the other comments from the other Dominants that were in the room.

“Very nice; she learns very quickly,” I heard Sin say to the audience, while stroking tiger's head.

“she will make an excellent pet, Sir,” one of the other Dominants, Lord Magnus, commented to Ramesses, shaking his hand. “I see that the House of Kemet-Ka is still alive and well, Ramesses.”

“You say she is brand-new to the community, Neferterri My; she is quite a find indeed,” Blaze stated next. “she resembles shamise in so many ways, I am pleased she has found her way into your House, Neferterri.”

Kitana blushed and grinned to herself at the impression she made. Above all else, she wanted to make Ramesses and me proud of her, and she managed to accomplish that in front of a captive audience.

“Yes, she is, and we are very pleased and proud of how much she has absorbed in the short time she has been with us.” Kitana finally heard Ramesses's voice, barely containing herself. I softly pulled her hair to keep her mindful of her feelings.

She felt his hand across her shoulder, and she tried to keep from shaking. His presence always had a way of commanding attention, and not because of his height. Ramesses made sure he commanded respect and attention without saying a word.

Kitana's relationship with me was just as intense, but in a different way. While Ramesses had the blessed ability to control her mind, I had begun to develop the exquisite ability to take her body to new levels of ecstasy. In her mind, it was the perfect combination, and she felt herself lucky to have found her new House.

“you may look up now, Kitana, so we may introduce everyone to you.” Ramesses took his finger to raise her face toward his.

Kitana finally had her first opportunity to see who was in the room. She was surprised to see about three other Dominants and two more Dominas, along with about six submissives, both men and women, at their places of ownership at their owners' feet, in addition to Sin and Blaze, tiger and Ice, and Amenhotep and paka. It was quite a sight for her as it was the first time Kitana had seen other male submissives before. The male subs don't come out a lot, including her husband, who was not far from her in his kneeling position.

Kitana noticed one of the male submissives staring at her lustfully, and remembered she was still naked. While it turned her on to know she attracted attention, it was the way his eyes fixated on her that made her uncomfortable in her stance. She also didn't like the look Ice gave her as he noticed the looks she got from the submissive.

I spoke sternly to him, letting him know of my displeasure. “Did I give you permission to fix your eyes upon My property, slave?”

“No, Ma'am. Please forgive me, she is so beautiful, Ma'am.” He cast his eyes to the ground immediately, not daring to speak any more than he had to.

“That's no excuse, slave, and you know better than to disrespect your Mistress.”

Blaze overheard her submissive being berated for his transgression and immediately took her hand and raked it across the back of his head, dropping his head down and forcing his eyes shut. “Just for that, slave, you go back into your chastity belt.”

“Yes, Ma'am, as You command,” he replied sheepishly as he settled back into his kneeling position.

I calmed Kitana down and told her, “Do not hesitate to inform
Me or Daddy if someone looks at you in a way you are not comfortable with, little one. If you haven't figured it out already, your Sir is very protective of you, My sweetness.”

Sin was stroking Ice as she took notice of a sickening sweet smile that spread across my face. Her curiosity got the best of her when she asked, “So, what is on Your mind, Neferterri? You look like the cat that just swallowed the canary.”

The answer to her question came in the form of my surprise for the evening, which was the submissive male I had been chatting with for the past couple of weeks, Damian. He immediately located me and couldn't stop smiling as he slowly walked toward me.

I noticed something in the way Damian walked as he approached me that caused my mind to click a little bit, and it made me smile even more at the additional possibilities now opened to me to do to him. It was something I needed to bring out of him, to get him to embrace and feel comfortable with this revelation, and get my Beloved comfortable…well, maybe not Beloved, as he's dealt with this situation before and it didn't bother him then, so I knew it wouldn't bother him then.

The other Dominas in the room fell silent as he walked. A couple of them couldn't take their eyes off him, considering he was nearly as tall as Ramesses. I tried to keep my composure, too, but my mind drifted back to the first meeting we'd had. You could slice the sexual tension with a knife, and I had to keep from raping him then. Seeing him again, in the jeans and muscle shirt I required, was enough to send me over the edge.

He made his stop at the base of my feet, dropping to his knees with his head bowed, stating, “Good evening, my Goddess, please forgive me for my tardiness. How may i be of service to You?”

I wanted to say something, but my ability to speak was delayed
by the lust in my heart. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but I had so many thoughts I didn't know where to start.

Blaze fanned herself. “Good Lord, this boi right here…”

Sin, realizing she had handed Damian over to me on a silver platter without at least meeting him first, drooled over the sight of what she could do nothing more than play with…with my permission, of course.

Even Kitana couldn't avoid staring at him, which was giving me even more of an ego boost. It was safe to say I made a very good choice. I lifted his chin to meet my gaze and replied, “No worries about being late, pet. In fact, I think the ladies were quite pleased by the surprise appearance, I would say.”

Looking around the room, Damian noticed, as Kitana before, all of the people in attendance fixated on him, including Ramesses and Amenhotep, who grinned and shook their heads at the spectacle in front of them. Unfazed, I caressed his cheek and commanded him to kneel at my other side, opposite Kitana.

“Remind Me to kill You for not telling Me I gave up such an exquisite piece of a submissive,” Sin whispered into my ear. I giggled because she was right. I would have told her in a heartbeat if Damian didn't meet the standard.

“We do need to talk about a co-Topping situation if he acts right, Sin,” I calmed her down quickly. After all, we were closer than sisters, and I wouldn't trust anyone else in that type of situation anyway. “Right now, he seems to be going okay, but I have to put him through some nonsexual atmospheres to make sure he's as real as he is putting himself out to be.”