Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld (15 page)

“Good night, My Scarlett.” His voice deepened, which only spurred my oncoming orgasm. “Make it a good one.”

I hung up the phone, my fingers already completely coated with my juices, thanks to him. It only took a few more minutes before I screamed out his name with my legs clamped tightly over fingers furiously pushing wave after wave of an orgasm most people only wished they could have.

An orgasm so intense it immediately put me to sleep.

God, it’s good to be home again.

EIGHTEEN
RAMESSES

“Everything is going according to plan.”

My Beloved expressed her reservations with going through with this phase of the plan, but the way I saw it, it was needed to move things to the next level. When we first had decided to travel down this path, I had made it clear this was not something that was needed, but it was critical to growth. There has to be pain in order for growth to happen. In the immortal words of Frederick Douglass, “If there is no struggle, there is no progress.”

For the past few weeks, whispers began popping in my ear and innuendo started showing up on the message boards online, making me pause, but making me more determined to take action. There was no choice in the matter. Things have happened that have set the wheels in motion, and it was my responsibility to see things to their fruition.

Lessons needed to be learned.

“Very good, so we need to step up the pressure a little more, to let them know we mean business.”

“Don’t worry, they won’t see it coming.” The voice on the phone went silent for a moment before asking the next question. “Was it a good idea to involve her? If this backfires, it could be a world of pain inflicted for no reason.”

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown, remember?” I laughed
to combat the uneasiness I felt. My Beloved felt there was a better way to deal with this, but I was determined to make a statement and nip this in the bud once and for all. “Your responsibility is to execute, unless You feel You can’t handle it?”

“You forgot who I am, partner. I’m not a rookie.” I felt the tension in his tone, but I wasn’t about to relent. Besides, I was used to someone trying to be the “devil’s advocate” and try to talk me out of some supposed bad idea that they didn’t have the foresight to see the conclusion before it happened. That was the difference between the other folks and me: I had strength of conviction in my abilities as a Dominant.

“For the record, in this matter, You are a rookie, so You need to follow My lead. Don’t worry, once this all goes down, I’m going to enjoy the look on Your face when You see how a boss does things.”

“Yeah, yeah, Boss, I’m simply echoing Your wife’s concerns. This could be bad; it might not end well.”

“Then I’ll take the chance. Like I said before, when You’re on top, You have to make the hard call. This, everything we’ve been doing, was never meant to be a peaches-and-cream type of ride. If You don’t have the stomach for it, You’re welcome to bow out; I won’t take offense.”

“All right, on to the next phase, but don’t be surprised if it spooks them.”

“I won’t be surprised. In fact, I know exactly how this is going to go down. Oh, and when the big reveal happens, I want You to be there.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

NINETEEN
NEFERTERRI

“Neferterri, how wonderful of You and Your boi to join us.”

I heard Sinsual calling from the great room as we stepped inside of her home. tiger led us into the area where the rest of the group had congregated. Damian was with me, a little nervous as this was his first time being in an atmosphere like this. I wanted it to be the two of us this time, since sajira usually attended these meetings with me.

We walked down the hallway, making a brief stop in the kitchen to grab a snack and some drinks before settling down in the great room. Once there, tiger moved back to his spot and position at Sinsual’s feet. I took my seat in my usual spot near Sinsual in a recliner, commanding Damian to his spot to kneel at my right side.

I didn’t speculate about where Ice was, even though his Mistress usually required both of her bois to be in attendance. He was out of town on business, according to sajira, so there was no need to ask her about his whereabouts.

We usually get together as Dominas about once a month on Saturday afternoons to discuss matters specific to what we have to deal with within the Fetish and BDSM community as women, regardless of color. What made the get-together so unique was that Sinsual actually had a video conference set up through her flat-panel television and PC, linking with her webcam with other Dominas
throughout various areas of the country. They’re quite entertaining, depending on the topic we choose.

This month’s topic was how our submissives and slaves deal within our respective dynamics. Considering Kemet-Ka was a rare Poly dynamic, I was sure to become the epicenter of the discussion.

Sinsual was here, as was Blaze as always. Mistress Ethereal was a new face to the group, relocating here from Texas, and a couple of other ladies who normally joined us sporadically from time to time. Lady Hatshepsut joined us from Vegas through the video conference room, along with Dominas from L.A., Tampa, New York, D.C. and a few other places. In total today, about fifteen or so of us were in attendance. I guessed the topic had people very interested in coming in.

“Ladies, I want to thank You all for coming,” Sinsual started, grabbing her wireless keyboard to type the topic into the conference room so everyone would be on the same page. “I’m sure the majority of You know of each other, so, we can keep the pleasantries at a minimum.”

The conversation moved as it always did, at a pretty good pace, not too fast, not too slow to the point to where it came to a standstill. There were flare-ups every now and again, which will happen when different dynamics come into play, along with differing perspectives and ideologies. But all in all, the discussion kept a pace that inspired some new ideas and reinforced some old ways.

One question was placed for me to answer by a Domina in New York, Lady Norene. Ramesses and I encountered her last year at one of the conferences in the New Jersey area. It was on topic, but completely off topic, and I wasn’t sure if she was naturally curious or if she was really perturbed.

It didn’t help she was staring a little too intensely at Damian
through the webcam feed, and it wasn’t a look I took too kindly to.

“Neferterri, I am curious to know, how do You maintain Your Dominance within Your House, especially considering You are married to a Dominant male?”

Her eyes narrowed as she continued to stare at Damian, and I could feel him moving closer to me, as though he needed protection from her stare. I rubbed his temple and let him know I was still there and something needed to be done about this woman now.

“I’m not quite sure I understand what You are asking Me, Lady Norene.” I tried to redirect the focus. “What does My marriage to Ramesses have to do with the current discussion? Our submissives are able to deal within the House quite well at present.”

“Quite honestly, I think it flows with this discussion, Lady Neferterri,” Norene continued. “Considering You have a new boi at Your feet now, I assume Ramesses had to sign off on his entry into the House. So, I wonder, how does Your new boi serve Him? I don’t remember Ramesses having any homosexual or bisexual tendencies.”

Something in my mind clicked, and as much as I wanted to maintain my sense of decorum, this bitch stepped over the line. The sexuality of the men in my life were none of her concern, and for her to throw it out there like it was okay to banter about with it, infuriated me.

Okay, so she wanted to take the gloves off? That’s fine. I was actually used to the women up North having certain attitudes about the “way” of things.

But my men were not to be fucked with.

“I’m assuming You know how My dynamic works, Norene?” I kept the tone civil, but I was ready to shred through her. “Because if You do, then You know the men in this House are heterosexual.
How Damian serves his Sir does not generate sexual overtones. May I ask why You felt the need to take the discussion down this path?”

“Well, I won’t lie to You; I am curious, Neferterri.” Norene tried not to let on from her webcam that she had some disdain toward me. It wasn’t hard to figure that one out, though. Her body language gave her away. “I mean, who has the final say in the decisions and the vision of the House? There has to be a hierarchy, right? Everyone that know You both knows that Ramesses tends to be the Alpha and Omega within the community down there in Atlanta. Now that Amenhotep has relocated and stepped away from the scene, Ramesses is the man now.”

Now the bitch wasn’t playing fair. Also, it was obvious from her intent on focusing on my property, she was going to continue to be blatantly disrespectful, so I dropped my leg over Damian’s shoulder in a show of territorial force. I saw Norene’s eyes widen for a minute, but she didn’t change her posture.

If she wanted to play dirty, I had plenty where that first statement had come from.

She sat back in her chair like she thought it was over.

I was just getting started.

“I don’t think so, and I don’t know where You’re getting Your information from.” I retorted, showing my anger at that moment. There were always some people who felt the need to think because Ramesses was constantly in the limelight and in the public eye that somehow, he was the one who handled everything within the House.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

“I have some news for You, dear.” I switched my body position to face her flush, so there was no mistaking my conviction. “The House of Kemet-Ka is handled by two Dominants; One does not outrank or outflank the other, and I handle things in the House as the final verdict, just as He does. When our submissives…emphasis
on
OUR
…serve the two of us, together or as individuals, make no mistake they do not always come to Him to get the final say on matters or commands. Does that clear up any other issues You have in Your mind regarding how the House of Kemet-Ka is run?”

Suddenly, pins could be heard hitting the carpet.

Sinsual stepped in after a few seconds to break the ice building in the room.

“Norene, we are grown women here; if You have an issue with Neferterri personally, I think You are woman enough to express it in a more discretionary manner. Do You have an issue with the Poly dynamic Neferterri has dominion over?”

“Actually, I take issue with the fact that She is here in a de-facto capacity, for lack of a better term,” Norene answered. “She’s not the head of Her dynamic, and it fucks with My perspective of Female Supremacy. I tolerate Ramesses in all honesty because He is an honorable Dominant and He has a respect for Dominas and Mistresses and Female Masters alike, but when we have discussions like this where Her opinion can skew the prevailing thought, someone had to say something.”

“So, You believe I’m a lesser Dominant because I share power with My husband?” I was ready to spit fire now. “How dare You presume some sort of diminished respect for Me because I don’t fit Your Supremacist ideals? And for the record, respect begets respect, bitch. You have to give to get, and right now, You will do right by Me to keep Your thoughts and opinions about something You know
nothing
about to Yourself from now on, since You cannot respect a different flow of a power exchange. Are we clear?”

I locked eyes with her through the satellite feed, and I saw something in that exchange that hadn’t shown up before.

She was hurting. As much as she tried to hide it, I could see it in her expression.

Call me a Sadist if you want, but at that point, I was out for blood, and there weren’t too many people on this planet who could cause me to call off the dogs.

And even those two would have hell trying to at this particular moment.

I continued the stare-down, negating the fact that she’d surrendered the fight to me. Her eyes softened, taking one last look at Damian before she completely changed her demeanor.

My body twitched, and I wanted to say something further, to finish her off, but I felt a calming hand across my forearm.