SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories) (33 page)

Othlo was just that way.  Strong as an ox, ruthless as a warrior but when it came time for character evaluation he had the shins of a little girl.  Sensitive.  Easily upset.  Deep down that was the master’s darkest secret of all…he wanted to be admired, not feared.  He hated the idea of insulting people or making them feel low.  It was contrary to everything he taught.

And that’s when he realized he had to call it quits.

V

Othlo called Viola into his office, serious as can be. 

“Uh oh,” she teased.  Is this another spank-butt fucking session?  I better get my stretchy pants out, dude.  Er, master.”

“No.  At ease, my friend.”

“Friend?”

“The truth is, I have something important to say.  Something hurtful.”

“What?” she said with folded arms.

“I’m ashamed at the way things have been happening between us.”

“Oh?”

“It’s not becoming of a gentleman like myself.  Or the level of master I have achieved.  I should be above that level.  I cannot be with you.”

“What?!” 

“You know it is true.”

“How dare you!” Viola finally said, losing all role playing desire and melting away into her icy true nature.  “What’s that supposed to mean, anyway?  Superior to me?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“Yeah, but I know what you meant.  You think disciplining a black girl is beneath you?  That you deserve something special and better than what you’re getting?  Screw all that.  You know what?  I’m done with all this here.  This is the creepiest and most unprofessional cracker ass dojo I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“Wait…”

Othlo watched in heartache as Viola stormed out of the office, still fuming and muttering to herself.  He thought it over and seemed confused.  Then finally, a revelation occurred to him.

He ran outside to catch Viola before she left the parking lot.  She entered her car from a distance and caught Othlo’s attention who quickly ran over to meet her.

“Hey!” he said, putting his hands on the car window and demanding she speak to him.

He was alarmed to see tears rolling down her face.

“Why…why Viola?”

“You know why.”

Othlo made a regretful face.  “You know why this must end.  I am the one who should be apologizing to you.  I succumbed to my darkest temptations.  I felt lust towards you.  And I treated you like a slave.  It was wrong.  It was my failure.”

“What are you babbling on about?”

“When you used that word ‘slut’ I found it very offensive.  But sometimes the reason we hate something so intently is because we fear something deep within our own dark desires.  I was guilty of degrading you.  Treating you like a slave and not a student.  For this I apologize, Viola.”

“What?”  She laughed in disbelief.  “That’s what you think this is about?  Role playing?”  She shook her head and laughed.  “No.  Othlo, I’ve role played master and slave for most of my adult life.  That shit doesn’t bother me at all.  I just don’t see why you have to have a thing against black women, that’s all.”

“Black woman?”  He shook his head in objection.  “What are you talking about?”

“You said…above that level.  I figured you meant because you weren’t attracted to black girls.”

“Of course I love black women.  I always have.  I’ve only ever seriously dated black women.”

She raised her brow and laughed.  “Really?  So you do…find me…attractive?”

“Yes.  Too much of a good thing.  I can’t concentrate when I am in your presence.  The way you stretch… you talk… the way your body presses next to mine.  I cannot separate my fleshly desires from my strong discipline as a teacher.  This is why I must back away.  A master is not supposed to train a slave, but another master.”

“Whoah…me?  I make you feel that helpless?  Wow…”  Viola blushed.  “It feels good to be desired.  To be seen as a woman, and just a sexy, desirable being.  That’s why I liked the role play, Othlo.  I wanted to feel submissive and ladylike.  Not just another ball busting sista from the hood packing heat.  Know what I mean?”

“And that is the problem, Viola-san.  When I date a woman I want her to be strong.  All the women I’ve loved have been women of great power and ambition.  This is what I admire.  What turns me on emotionally and intellectually.  When I train my student, I train her to be strong, courageous and immovable.  I don’t want to train you to ask permission to speak.  I want you to conquer the world.  To take what I know and improve upon it.  That is what I owe you as a mentor, a trainer.”

“I see,” she said blankly.  “So here I thought you just dissed black girls and there you thought I was being an anti-feminist.”  She laughed.  “Well not to sound too black or something but ain’t that some shit.”

“I really do like you, Viola.  As a student, you have great potential.  As a woman you are strong and determined.  And as a lover, you feed my darkest obsessions.  You satiate the demons inside me.  You give me the entire world.  But three heads cannot direct one body.  It is a conflict of interest.”

“Hmmm,” Viola said.  “Well how about a compromise, my master—strictly speaking of your mastership as a black belt fighter.”  She laughed.  “You fire me as a student.  Maybe you send me a referral to Kerrigan or whatever his name is.  But then… you take me on as a woman.  A submissive black geisha ready to do your bidding.  And then…maybe when we go out in public you can treat me like a princess and spoil me just a little bit.”

“Hmm,” Othlo said with a calm smile.  “I like your idea, my friend.  Why would any woman choose one man when she can have three?”

Othlo and Viola kissed—a happy little make up kiss that put everything into perspective.  Othlo was a stubborn and old fashioned thinker for sure.  But maybe Viola would be the best thing that happened to him.  She could teach him a thing or two about expanding his desires as teacher, lover and boyfriend and becoming a “master” level in each one. 

THE END

Knocked Up by a White Dragon

Chapter one

“I just want to go on record to say that this is a very bad idea, April. I know that you can handle yourself and that doing this is exactly something that you would do. I can’t do this with you, although it’s pretty obvious the reason why.” My best friend Eric was a paraplegic. It happened on one of our adventures. I thought that he would forever hate me for it, but he never did make me feel guilty about any of it. I was wearing a pair of cargo pants with necessary pockets to have literally everything at my fingertips. “April, you heard what the guide said. He expressly made it quite clear that you should stay on the given path.”

“Eric, you know me better than that. Why would I want to go on the same trail that everybody else has gone on hundreds and hundreds of times? There is no adventure like that. You know how I crave the unexpected and unpredictable. You’re exactly like me and even in that wheelchair; you can’t tell me that you’re not itching to crawl on your hands and knees to do exactly what I’m doing.” My caramel skin had always made him quite the horn dog. We had consummated our relationship one night after a few ill advised shots of whiskey that went right to my over active sex drive. We never regretted that moment. We soon realized that we were better off as friends and it wasn’t 6 months after that that he had his accident.

“You know that I would be there in a heartbeat to support you, but I don’t want to see anything happen to you. It’s not every day that I have a female bad ass black woman that knows how to take care of herself. I would hate to think that I would have to walk down those dark alleys alone.” He was making fun of me and the fact that I had taken classes in martial arts. I liked kicking ass and I had no problem turning the tables on my instructor. “I just wish that sometimes you would think things through before you act on them. Then again, that wouldn’t be who you are. I wouldn’t want to change you, so if this is something that you need to do, then by no means you have my blessing. It’s not like you need it. You’re going to do what you want to do regardless of what anybody else says. I could stop you and have you detained by the police. I have that medicinal medicine on me and I could easily stuff some in your bag and have you taken into custody.” I knew that he would never do something like that, especially with someone that he called a friend.

“Eric, you worry too much. I’ve been taking these insane risks, since I was a teenager. I know that I’ve given my parents some sleepless nights and there’s no doubt in my mind that those gray hairs are a direct result of my adventurous spirit. I am not content if I’m not pushing the envelope and I think we both know that. I will admit that you getting injured made me rethink how I’m living my life. I realized that I’m doing exactly what I want and who could ask for anything more. If I’m meant to have an accident or die doing what I love, then I will die with a happy smile on my face.” I was the ballsy African American woman that had no problem showing the world how tough I really was.

I had mastered classes in Tai Bo, Judo and not to mention rock climbing. I’ve even tried my hand at extreme sports like snowboarding and skiing. I wasn’t comfortable sitting still and it was probably the reason why I was alone. Old boyfriends would try to get me to settle down, but I just couldn’t stop living. Maybe I was taking a page out of Eric’s book and letting him live vicariously through me, because that was the only way that he could do any of the things that I was doing these days.

I could sense that he was staring at my chest and those D cups were nicely snug inside my oversized denim shirt. It didn’t negate the fact that he had already seen them and it had given him the right, as an ex lover to envision them over and over again.

“I may worry too much, but you don’t worry enough.” He was talking to my chest and I felt kind of a giddy thrill out of knowing that he enjoyed the view from where he was sitting in his wheelchair.

“I would chastise you for looking at my breasts, but I know that you can’t help yourself. I’ll be back in a few days and I’ll have plenty of pictures to prove to you just how dangerous I can be. I wish that you could come with me, Eric, but I understand that you have limitations. I was glad to have you on the last trek, even though you had a hard time walking with those things.” He had these electronic gizmos that attached to his legs and gave him impulse control. He was still trying to get used to it and I heard him cursing from his bedroom down the hall almost every night.

I knew that there was no way that I could help him and if I tried, he would feel like he was worthless and weak in my eyes. “I will get used to them and the next time you go on one of these, so called adventures, I’m going to be right there to make sure that you don’t do anything stupid. I just want you to remember that you have a lot to live for. There is a man out there for you and if it’s not me, then you’ll find him one way or the other.”

“Eric, you know that I have no problem attracting the opposite sex. Look at me. I’m 30 years old, have the body of a 20 year old, I weigh no more than 130 pounds of muscle and I stand over the competition by at least a few inches. I like being 5’9 and it makes me feel like I’m this Amazonian princess that deserves nothing but the best.” He took my hand and made me look at him in the eye.

“I know that you can’t promise to be extra careful, but at least try to watch your step.” It was good advice. I nodded my head and then I knelt down to put my forehead against his. It was something that we always did. It was basically a silent prayer between two very close friends to give us courage to do something out of our comfort zone. “I really don’t want to be the guy that goes to your family and tells them that you’re not coming back. Worse yet, I don’t want to be the guy that goes to tell them that you are like me and can’t walk. Don’t think it can’t happen, because you can see the proof standing… I mean sitting in front of you.” They were harsh words, but I needed to hear them.

I trudged forward with my gray hiking boots digging into the surface of the gravel. I went down the same gone over path that everybody else was using, until I was out of sight. I moved off the path and had my backpack over my shoulder with all the necessary equipment that I might need.

I had gotten a late start, which meant that I was going to have to use whatever daylight I had to get, as much distance as I could. I tackled the rocks with my open gloves on and the chalk sticking to them to get a better traction on whatever I could find on my way up to the top of the mountain. I had the most beautiful landscapes and I found myself drawn to the Rocky Mountains in Vancouver. I’d seen the brochures and I decided at the last minute last week to bite the bullet and get myself a ticket for me and my best friend Eric.

It was hard going and I had to stop every so often to take a drink from my canteen. I didn’t want to overdo it, because I wasn’t sure when I was going to find another fresh water supply. I could feel the sun beating down on me, but I could also tell that the lateness of the hour had cooled down the air considerably.

Breathing deeply, I continued to force myself to go beyond my own endurance. I cut my hand, but it was just a superficial flesh wound. I bandaged it with what I had in my possession and continued to take the fight to Mother Nature. I wished that my sister Tiffany had the same attitude, but she was more comfortable in a four star restaurant with mints on her pillow. I often thought that we were adopted, because we really didn’t have the same tastes.