Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld (10 page)

I was honored by the effort. This was the type of effort in service I wanted him to understand and learn, and it only took us to keep from ravaging each other to find out what he could do.

I had a few more questions he needed to answer before anything more happened today. “Do you understand the rules of the House, pet?”

“Yes, Goddess,” he answered. “i must obey You and my Sir.”

“Yes, pet, you must always obey.” I took the last bite of the dessert he fed me, enjoying it and the delectable piece of property that would soon belong to me. “you must always obey, baby boi, no matter what I or your Sir ask of you.”

“i understand, my Goddess.” He moved to take the saucer into the kitchen, shifting his body to face me to ask permission to leave my presence, when I placed my fingers over his lips.

“There’s one more thing I want you to do, Damian.”

“Yes, Goddess, it’s my pleasure to serve You.”

“Good, because I want you to fuck Me…now.”

ELEVEN
SHAMISE

“What do you mean, ‘you too’?”

sajira gave me a look that could have cut through glass.

The look on my face let her know this was going to be a rather long conversation between sister slaves.

Since we were already finished with the cleaning duties we were tasked with before Neferterri was due back to the house, we got more comfortable on the sectional so we could bare souls.

“Okay, sajira, i’m gonna level with you,” I began, trying to find the courage to explain myself. “i have been having the same type of rape fantasies you have been having. i didn’t know how to bring it up until you admitted about what your Uber-Dom was up to, and, well, here we are.”

sajira slid closer to me on the couch, touching my hand as she stared into my eyes, trying to find something that would let her know this was a cruel joke I was playing on her.

A few moments later, those same eyes she stared into gave her all she needed to know.

“i really didn’t know who to tell, sis, honestly,” sajira confided, her eyes misting. “i eventually want to tell Daddy and Goddess, but i really wasn’t sure what their reaction would be to it.”

Being the more experienced submissive, although I will admit my mindset is more slave-like than submissive now, I felt my sister
submissive needed to be brought up to speed on our Dominants. If anything, it would help settle her mind a little bit and not be so fearful of them being judgmental. I felt like she did a few years ago, when I finally admitted I wanted more intense public play, edgier play.

“sis, Daddy and Goddess do care very deeply for us; you do know that, right?” I waited for her reply.

I got a hesitant nod from sajira; her little girl persona going into full mode. I brought her to me, stroking her hair, feeling her body finally stop trembling.

“The Dominants that you have the pleasure and the honor to submit to have been around for a long time, sis,” I quietly told her, stroking her cheek. “you and i both know there are few like them in the community, and i have been in this community longer than you, even though you knew them from the swing side of things.”

“Yes, i know, shamise.” sajira nodded. “Every time i’m on the online boards and i sign off with the House name, i get hit up by email from other submissives trying to find out how i’m able to do it.”

I laughed at her last comment. That question had been around as long as the House had been in existence. Even in poly circles, they couldn’t figure out how the submissives of the House are able to serve “two Masters.”

“That’s okay, it’s not their business how we do what we do, sajira,” I retorted, kissing her cheek. “All you need to know is that as long as you focus on your place and your responsibilities to them, both as individuals and as a cohesive unit, then you will be fine.”

I’d had this same conversation with jamii and nuru, too. Whenever I talked with them, it felt like I had to constantly reassure
them of their place in the House, which was how they ended up doing the stupid nonsense they did in leaving, but this felt different. sajira was already friends with Daddy and Goddess before she’d made the transition over to the dark side.

I’ll admit that it was tiresome to have to do that, and I had no intentions of repeating it again. I like her too much to have her go through those feelings when they weren’t necessary.

“Do you want for us to request a free speech period? we do have that right within the House,” I suggested, trying to comfort her a little. The free speech period gave us the opportunity to speak to our Dominants without fear of repercussions or the idea that we’re “topping from the bottom.”

“Yes, sis, i would like that very much,” she answered, feeling a lot better about things now. “That would definitely help me, especially having you there.”

“No problem, sajira.” I needed her, too, craving the connection more than I realized. “Now i need to worry about where i’m going to live, now that i’m back in the city.”

sajira perked up on me almost as soon as I finished my pondering aloud. “you are staying with me, no exceptions, at least until you get your own place set up.”

My eyebrow rose quickly, which caused sajira to giggle uncontrollably. “i was just saying, sis. you need to be somewhere close to the House, and i want you there with me. What do you say?”

It was a tempting offer, but I had to wonder why she’d made the offer without talking to her husband. After all, it’s his house, too.

“sis, don’t you think you need to speak to your husband about taking me in?” My warning flags went up; she’d made the offer too quickly. “Is there something i need to be aware of?”

“Well, shamise, to be honest,” she began, her body language
changing. “Things at home are tense right now. Ice has changed ever since he began to take his training seriously with his Domina. i was thinking maybe we could help him balance out, because he’s not the same man i married.”

I was afraid she was going to say that.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be in the midst of another power struggle or not. I’d left one out in L.A. and that had left me drained mentally and physically. Yeah, sure, I’d had fun while going through it, but once the adrenaline rush was over, it really had become a chore to keep up the mess.

But, I did need a place to stay, and being with my sis would be good for us both. It would give us more time together to bond and have a little fun as well. I mean, I was a newly divorced millionaire now.

“Okay, sis, i’ll stay with you.” I reluctantly accepted her offer. “It should be an interesting time, to say the least.”

“There is something else i wanted to talk to you about.” sajira’s eyes softened and her shoulders slumped like she was resigned to tell me what was on her mind, whether she wanted to or not. “i talked to tiger a few days ago about helping with my journey into submission and serving Daddy and Goddess, and he said he would, but—”

“But, what, sis?”

“he said that he and Ice had been intimate, like recently,” she answered, trying her best to keep the tears from falling. “i told him that i didn’t care about what he did, but the truth is, i do care. he’s still my husband, despite the bullshit he’s been doing ever since he began training with Sin.”

The protective mode inside of me kicked in big-time. I wanted to strangle tiger, but knowing him, he did what he felt he needed
to do, and he believed in full disclosure. We’d always been like that, so it didn’t surprise me that he would do the same with sajira. “Do you want Goddess to talk to Sin and get Her to redirect his focus? She’s not going to be happy about what he’s been doing.”

“i don’t know anymore, sis; this is getting more complicated by the day.” sajira wasn’t sure if telling Sin would make matters better or worse, and I could understand why. Sin was a very strict disciplinarian, and any information that she got when it came to the submissives under her charge behaving badly, she took the punishment to the extreme. The last time tiger was punished for a transgression, he was in chaste for six months. While tiger had the discipline to deal with that type of punishment, Ice was new, and something like that would break him. “he hasn’t even fucked me the way he usually does in months. If it weren’t for the attention that Daddy gives me—”

“Calm down, sis.” I put her head against my chest, consoling her as much as I could. She was at her breaking point, not only in her marriage with Ice, but with her service to the House. I felt it on her, and it felt like she wanted to give it all up to have her marriage back the way it used to be. The problem was, she couldn’t go back. None of us could. “If what tiger says is true, i’ll have a chat with Ice to see if I can get his head screwed on right.”

She looked up at me, her eyes pleading with me not to intervene, but my mind was made up. She wiped the tears from her eyes and straightened up, almost like she wanted to make her own stand. “No, sis, he’s my husband; i can’t have you or anyone else fighting my battles for me. What type of submissive would i be if i can’t handle something as simple as getting my husband in line? i’m expected to handle my affairs, whatever they may be, unless it gets to the point to where i might need help, and that’s what i plan to
do. i wouldn’t be a good fit for the House, and considering i’m getting collared, that is not something i want on my conscience.”

I kissed her lips gently, smiling at the decision she’d made. Yes, I still wanted to protect her because she’s family, but she was right, she had to work this out on her own. “That’s my girl; i’m proud of you.”

“Don’t pat me on the back yet, sis.” sajira smiled. “i still have to take care of business, and he needs to man up or step aside. If he doesn’t, then i guess this marriage is over.”

TWELVE
RAMESSES

Master Seti’s home was a cozy ranch, if you can call a six-bedroom home cozy.

Perfectly landscaped lawn and garden in the front yard, no doubt the work of one of his slaves. A tree line surrounded the house, both thick enough and tall enough to keep the neighbors from getting a look at the girls either sunbathing or anything else they might be engaged in.

Considering he was in a beautifully sculpted and historic neighborhood that spawned a lot of activity, Master Seti enjoyed a good deal of insulation and isolation, and that was saying a lot in terms of the privacy I observed.

nadia pulled into the driveway and moved the car around to the rear of the house, parking the vehicle at the end of the row of five cars that were lined up in their particular spaces. Master Seti was always a stickler for uniformity.

As she unloaded my luggage from the SUV, another of Seti’s girls arrived, immediately kneeling at my feet to announce her presence to me.

“Good afternoon, m’Lord; my name is slave amirah,” she told me, taking my hand and kissing the back of my palm. “If You will be so kind to follow me, Sir, i will escort You to Master.”

amirah was damn near a carbon copy of nadia in physical stature,
except she displayed softer curves and what looked to me as an Arabic heritage. She was adorned in a short sundress and heeled sandals, which was nice to see in the early summer weather, but her attire would be shed once we got back inside the house. It was Seti’s protocol that his girls wear absolutely nothing while within the walls of the house.

We walked through the back sunroom, passing through the kitchen, where I noticed Seti’s service slaves preparing dinner for the evening before turning the corner into the throne room. Seti sat in his chair, talking on the phone with someone when we entered.

amirah assumed her kneeling position and waited silently until Seti finished his conversation. He acknowledged our presence in the room and quickly finished his conversation.

“Master, i present Lord Ramesses, Sir.” amirah settled into her kneeling position as she spoke; her eyes still cast downward.

“Thank you, slave amirah; you may join your sister in unpacking Lord Ramesses’ bags in the bedroom,” Seti commanded.

“Yes, Master. Thank You, Master,” amirah replied before getting to her feet and disappearing from the room.

“Welcome, Ramesses, I trust that Your trip was safe?” Seti asked me. “Please, sit down. I trust nadia made sure You were comfortable on the trip home.”