Tempest (4 page)

Sure, there were some hitches along the way, I will admit, but it wasn't supposed to be a walk in the park, either. Thankfully, everything came together when it needed to, especially when we brought in the personnel to get the purchase and zoning permits taken care of.

In the group touring with me were Amenhotep and Osiris, Blaze and Sin, and about six other people, including the persons who represented the answer to the question posed once we exited the carts to get a look at one of the fantasy and fetish locales.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Jameson from London,” I announced. Amenhotep's grin widened as He was finally able to place the names and the faces together. He'd only communicated with the Jamesons through the various phone conferences we'd had over the past few months once we were close to finalizing the deal. “They were instrumental in facilitating the purchase of this island.”

After the applause died down, Amenhotep commented, “How did you and Ramesses hook up for this endeavor?”

“Well, our relationship began a couple of years ago, actually.” Mrs. Jameson smiled at me as she recalled the events of that day. “One of his girls…Candy, I believe was her name…did some marketing
work for a campaign my husband and I were doing for our novelty company. We kept in touch after she finished our campaign, and during one of our visits back to the States, Ramesses and Neferterri asked us out to dinner and told us about what they'd planned to do and wondered if we knew anyone that dealt in real estate in the Caribbean. Little did they know that one of our other ventures was in real estate. The rest was history. It was a grand opportunity we couldn't pass up.”

“Well, I am glad everything turned out the way it did.” Amenhotep clapped His hand against my shoulder. “I think this was a good investment, especially when the other properties are doing so well. I should have done this with You years ago, kid.”

I laughed at that last comment. We'd known each other for almost twenty years and He still refers to me as “kid.” I guess to Him, I always will be that youngster He trained so long ago.

We walked down to the area where I purposely stopped the tour, so everyone could see the crown jewel of the entire island.

“Here's the reason I stopped at this point in the tour, folks,” I stated. I let the crowd take in the view and paused for dramatic effect. “Take a gander, and you can thank Me later.”

I stood and looked for myself, smiling at the design of the space.

The area was surrounded by trees and brush, with the sand graded down and smoothed to look like carpet. Spread out in the midst of the clearing was gazebo-styled tents, complete with mesh screens that could be pulled back to allow air flow or left closed for semi-privacy. There was somewhere around twenty tents, spread out liberally throughout the clearing, with enough room for people to walk between the tents and not disturb the players as they engaged in their scenes, whatever the scene might be.

Bamboo lamps adorned the outside of each of the tents, providing
the intimate lighting and lending to the sensual ambiance the tents were meant for. Knowing a lot of the clientele we were accepting into the island had a fetish for outdoor play, it became easy to see why most of the faces in the small contingent lit pup. The anticipation of this evening's activities would be further heightened by the disclosure of this locale to the rest of the patrons still resting from last night's events.

“Ramesses, You have outdone Yourself yet again.” Osiris shook my hand as he marveled over the attention to detail. Everything from the scarab designs on the lamps that circled the perimeter of the clearing to the large Sekhmet statues, with the goddess Sekhmet being a revered lion-headed goddess who was rumored to have controlled the Tables of Destiny, providing the gateway to the space. “This makes the compounds in the States look like practice facilities. I'm scared to find out what You shelled out to make all this happen.”

Hell, he was scared?

A man with lesser capital probably would have been once I disclosed the figures. I spared no expense to make sure the island was as decorated, if not more extravagant and detailed, than the properties in the States. I wanted to make sure these grand opening attendees would go home and brag and rave about the island.

Honestly speaking, why wouldn't they?

Nine million in cash for the island free and clear…

Another twenty million in construction and upgrades, not to mention another ten million for security and surveillance…

Yet another five million in underground advertising to screen the initial patrons that would represent at least six or seven different countries, spanning across Europe, Africa, Asia, North and South America, and even a small contingent from Down Under.

Yeah, this might have been initially set up for people of color, but I had bigger fish to fry, not to mention heavy profits to make.

Amenhotep asked me a couple of years ago if I wanted my own version of Hedonism.

Now that I looked at the way this place had developed, I shook my head at the comparison.

I wanted to leave Hedonism in the dust.

If I got my way, I would do exactly that.

“To put You out of Your misery, Bro…about forty million dollars, give or take a few hundred thousand.” I waited for the long whistle to flow from Osiris after the figure sank in. “Thankfully, we were able to tap into some of the returns on investments Amenhotep and I were able to receive from some of our British connections, in addition to a few million extracted from former members who violated the clauses on their agreements over the past year.”

“Damn, You mean someone was stupid enough to violate the clauses?” Osiris wanted to laugh, but I didn't think he would have felt completely comfortable doing it. After all, a million dollars is nothing to sneeze at, much less give away because your emotions got the best of you.

“So, what furniture have You installed out here?” Blaze inquired, shifting our attention to her. “And how have You prepared for the inclement weather that we all know comes through here?”

I grinned when I heard her question.

“It's funny you should mention that.” I laughed as I took a remote from the base of one of the Sekhmet statues. As I pressed the button to start the sequence, I yelled out, “I guess you've forgotten who I am!”

The ground shook for a few moments as the bases of each of the tents slowly descended into the ground as though they were
being swallowed by quicksand. Once the tents were completely out of sight, the enclosures moved over the tops of the tents, sealing them underground.

My satellite phone rang immediately.

“Dom…no, Sir, there is nothing on the radar; I checked before the demonstration…yes, Sir, it was needed, but we're good to go now.”

I hung up the phone and almost laughed at the shocked faces surrounding me as the full weight of what they'd witnessed finally sank in.

Yeah, they were gonna learn today!

Not that I needed an answer to the question I was about to ask, but for the sake of a good chuckle, I went ahead and asked the rhetorical. “Are there any further questions?”

THREE
NEFERTERRI

“Welcome to the rules and protocol part of the program.”

I was glad I decided to do this part of the resort itinerary. There was no way I was getting up to do the tour. He could have it.

I sat in the reception hall of the main building with shamise and sajira at my sides. I had amani assisting the medical staff in the first-aid building to ensure things were running smoothly. I didn't want to take any chances, even though the staff was kink-friendly.

We made sure the House had as much of its imprint on the island as possible. Ramesses made sure the overall operation of the island was as seamless as he could have it, while working with Dominic on the surveillance and security system, which was state-of-the-art. I was in awe of how intricate the system was, covering every square foot of the island. I took care of the travel arrangements for the entertainers and the servants, with shamise providing assistance. sajira put her accounting team together to take care of yet another arm of the ever-growing empire we'd built over the past few years.

It was definitely a sight to behold, and the hard work was definitely worth it.

I had the service slaves take care of serving the brunch trays to the audience while I moved around the front of where they sat, directing everyone's attention to the PowerPoint presentation being
projected from the LCD monitor connected to my laptop. Thankfully, there would only be two of these presentations today, one this morning and one in the afternoon. I knew Ramesses would be touring all day and a part of me felt a little guilty. The tours had to be somewhat exhausting, but he was in his element, so I was not about to take away from his pleasure.

“If you take note of the protocol covering station cleanliness and safety, you will notice the standards are in line with the way we handle things at NEBU, Deshret, and Thebes.” I continued my presentation, scanning the crowd to make sure anyone wasn't bored out of their skull.

As my eyes moved through the crowd, I noticed an intense pair of light-brown eyes begging for my undivided attention. Looking further, I realized those eyes were attached to a fine specimen of a man. I glanced at his facial features, including a thick pair of lips that spread into a smile to show his appreciation of what his eyes beheld.

He winked at me as he held my gaze for a few more seconds, trying to keep me engaged as best he could. I dismissed him as best as I could, but not before shamise caught the exchange between us. She looked up at me for a brief moment before returning her gaze to the audience. She knew better than to say anything at the moment, but the possessive shift in her kneeling position and body language let me know she might broach the subject later in the day.

I wasn't about to complain about what happened. The past few months, it had felt like there was a “no touch” policy when it came to any new men who might have wanted to approach me from a sexual perspective. Not that I minded too much because Ramesses and amani gave me all I could handle with the way they kept me in a constant state of arousal.

Still, it would have been nice to pick up a new “piece” to break in the island properly.

My mind briefly wondered what the mystery man, the one still staring at me, would feel like with his thick lips and tongue caressing my clit and licking my ass as I sat on his face. Hell, even our girls got slutted out from time to time to take the edge off; why shouldn't I?

Maybe I was getting bored because the men who threw themselves at me always made it easy to get it. Where's the fun in that?

I knew my Beloved had his moments where the thrill of the chase rose to the surface, but lately he'd been content with how things were. Between me, shamise, sajira, and his secretary, taliah, we spoiled that man rotten.

If it weren't for the light tapping of sajira's finger against my hip, I would have lost myself in my thoughts. I tried to regain my composure, taking my eyes off the stranger, so I could get through the rest of the presentation without another pause.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoy the island and partake in the delights while you're here. Have a great day, and if you happen to see me or my girls in passing, make sure you say hello.” I stared at the mystery man as I finished my spiel, making sure he understood the not-so-subtle invitation to introduce himself as soon as fucking possible.

shamise was quiet for a few moments, and I could feel the tension on her body. sajira noticed it, too, although she might not have realized the reason why.

“shamise, baby, what's on your mind?” I asked her as the last of the guests left the reception hall. “you were stiff as a board during the last of the presentation.”

“Yeah, sis, what happened, what did i miss?” sajira was still in “baby
girl” mode, so her question came off more playful than showing concern.

shamise hesitated for a moment, her eyes looking in the direction of the mystery man, who was standing in the doorway. I couldn't suppress the smile that spread across my face, no matter how hard I tried. He returned my smile with one of his own before noticing the scowl on shamise's face. Realizing he wouldn't get a chance to speak with me alone, he stepped away and disappeared from the room, leaving the three of us alone in the hall.

shamise was not amused. “May i have permission to speak freely, my Goddess?”

“Yes, you may, precious.”

“i'm a little disturbed that you openly flirted with another man in front of us, my Goddess,” shamise remarked, struggling to maintain her protocol and training. I looked in her eyes and saw mild disappointment. “You've never done that before, my Goddess. You acted like a horny teenager, and i felt the heat rising on Your skin.”

“Come on, sis, that man was gorgeous!” sajira giggled as she looked up at me, trying to take my side. “i mean, i know Daddy is fine and all, but our Goddess isn't dead, you know.”