Deviant Intent: OBSESSION Page 15

  I stood up. “Pick me up,” I said.

  She looked at me for a moment and then spread her legs. “Me so horny, me love you long time. You like fuck virgin?” she said in a really bad imitation Asian accent.

  “Ha, ha, joke’s over. Get up and try to lift me.”

  “Waste of time, you’re too heavy. I could unbalance you if you like, though,” she said, shifting to make herself comfortable again.

  “You both already do,” I shot back at her. “But that’s kind of my point. Lloyd was a little shorter than me, but he was carrying at least an extra fifty pounds on me. Most women couldn’t have gotten him up onto that pipe he was hanging from.”

  “A male accomplice, or maybe more than one woman?” Niki speculated.

  “Maybe, I don’t know. And he died of suffocation. Someone tortured him to death, and trashed the house.”

  “Do you think they were searching for something?” Natasha observed.

  I nodded. “Yeah, maybe, but I’m thinking maybe it was a woman trashing the house of a guy she really hated. Y’all do that.”

  “Not me,” Niki shook her head. “I’d plant a bag of fertilizer and some bomb-making stuff in your car

  and call Homeland Security.”

  “Good, because I like my house clean,” We looked at each other for a minute. I studied their faces; I could see the devotion in their eyes. They sat in close proximity to each other, and there was no denying

  that they were definitely closer than before. So, rather than avoid the elephant in the room, I asked the

  questions that I needed the answers to.

  “What is it that you want most?” I asked them.

  Natasha sighed. “To be specific I’m not sure exactly what I want. I want to experiment, to find out what I want. I know I want you, Dom.”

  Niki chimed in. “It’s easier to tell you what I don’t want.”

  “Go for it,” I prompted her.

  “I want to play ‘Game on’. That kind of pain, I’m very curious about the pain/pleasure thing. Maybe a very little at first, just so that I know that you can inflict it and that I can’t stop you,” she said. “But I don’t want to be cut, or marked. I’m not interested in anything to do with scat or age-play. Humiliation... that’s kind of exciting, but it’s also very scary. I couldn’t be strung up in front of a crowd the way you did with Ariel at that club.”

  Niki’s eyes got a little narrower as she remembered about Ariel and looked up at me.

  “She called me on the phone,” I told them.

  “That’s all?” Niki asked.

  “That’s all,” I confirmed.

  “I was jealous of the attention you gave her, and the cuddling afterwards,” Niki confessed, which confused Natasha. “Are we allowed to be jealous?”

  I wanted more time to think on that question. Amenhotep always said that slaves had no cause to be jealous because, after all, a slave was there to do her Master’s will, not worry about her own pleasures unless they were being fulfilled while in the process of executing her Master’s command.

  But, I’m not yet at that level where I can consider myself as such because, well, hell, I’ve been doing this thing as a Dominant for about, what, a few months? It was one thing to claim to know a lot, but it was another thing entirely to claim that I have the skill set as Master Amenhotep.

  In the end, I felt that it was best to go with what I felt based upon what I’ve learned so far.

  “Yes, but you probably won’t need to be,” I finally answered after that quick ponder. “If I’m with you, then I’m with you. You both should know by now that I’m with you.”

  “Are you with us?” she asked quietly, almost as if they both needed to hear the answer for themselves.

  I nodded in reassurance to them both. “Yeah, I’m with you.”

  ~Eighteen~

  A few days later, we were all at the Palace.

  I had no intentions of putting my new found loyalty from the girls to the test this soon, but a man’s word was his bond.

  And I refused to break my word.

  “Greetings to you, ladies, I’m sure that you’re wondering why you’re here,” Neferterri and sajira greeted Natasha and Niki in the foyer of the Palace. I had just joined them from the front dining room to receive my girls with them.

  I couldn’t help but silently smirk at the looks on their faces as they look in the view of the place. Even more entertaining was seeing sajira in her kneeling position, dressed in the House attire, which today was a mid-length halter dress and matching collar, complete with clear heels.

  Considering the tile floor, I’m sure they were wondering where the pillow was to keep sajira’s knees from aching from being in that position.

  The look on Neferterri’s face let them know that she was not concerned about such things.

  The look on sajira’s face, upon being stroked by her Queen, let them know that the tile floor was of no concern of hers, either.

  Upon giving the silent command for sajira to rise and escort, Neferterri told them, “If you will please follow My sajira, she will lead you to where we will be meeting. Ramesses will be with us shortly.”

  We walked down the main hallway, passing by the grand dining room, the great room, and the kitchen, and finally found the back stairs that led down to the dungeon area. I gauged the girls’ reactions, trying to figure out how impressed they were with the place.

  “Pardon me, Ma’am, but we are curious as to why we are here,” Niki finally broke her silence after taking in the sheer size of the dungeon. “Dominic wasn’t very open with the reasoning, which has my interest piqued.”

  “In due time, My dear,” Neferterri answered, giving sajira the silent command to kneel as we finally settled into the chairs. “There is something that you need to see and understand, and My sajira will help you transition, because what you see will more likely test your sense of fidelity.”

  “Fidelity?” Natasha asked as her eyebrow rose.

  “What’s going on here?”

  “I believe I can answer that question,” Ramesses chimed in, switching everyone’s attention to his direction.

  In his hand was a leash.

  Attached to that leash…

  Ariel.

  The look on Niki’s face was one of initial disdain, and then she tried to hide it, but sajira caught it before she could adjust. She laid a hand on Niki’s shoulder and looked at her.

  “Ariel is harmless, Niki,” she counseled, “she’s just a pain slut that enjoys the whip.”

  Natasha keyed off Niki’s apprehension with a bit of trepidation of her own. “So, why is Ariel here, then?”

  “Because Ariel struck a bargain with Dominic concerning some information that helped us to crack one of the cases that we are working on,” Ramesses answered, leading Ariel with the leash in his hand to one of the work benches nearest to where we were sitting. “We are using today to make good on that bargain.”

  “Okay, so, why are we here then?” Niki asked, her look still a bit irritated.

  “Patience, My dear,” Ramesses focused his attention on Niki, which changed her demeanor almost instantly. Her eyes lowered, and her stance changed to one that wasn’t so standoffish. “I understand that you and Natasha desire to submit and serve My apprentice.”

  “Yes, Sir, although He has been fighting it to some degree,” Niki replied, trying to maintain her stance and not sound so meek. From the smirk on Ramesses’ face, she was failing at that task in his presence. “We are learning things as we go, definitely.”

  “I’m pleased to hear that, because this will be another lesson for you both to learn,” he replied while waiting for Ariel to strip down to her G-string and display across the work bench. “This lesson may be difficult to learn, which is why My sajira and Neferterri are here as well; they will be able to help you process what may happen to you while Dom and I fulfill the terms of the bargain.”

  “Which was what, exactly, Sir?” Natasha asked, feeling a bit
out of the loop.

  I finally piped up. “In return for providing information that helped out with the investigation into Aris’ murder, Ramesses and I agreed to a co-Topping scene with her, as compensation for her cooperation.”

  “And we’re supposed to just sit here and watch?” Niki’s “sista girl” attitude came into play. “What the hell is the lesson to be learned in that? I don’t even like the bitch, especially when she paid me no mind when we were at the club that night.”

  The next thing that was heard was a smack across her mouth from me.

  As unexpected as it felt, it was even more unexpected that she didn’t ball her fists in response to the slap.

  Instead, while trembling, she lowered her hands, lowered her head, and stated, “Please accept my apology, Sir. i forgot my place, but you must understand the difficult position that you are trying to put us in.”

  Ramesses stroked his goatee, much like he does when he’s pondering the words to say to her before he finally speaks. I guessed that he was trying to assess exactly where Niki was coming from.

  Yeah, I know what you might be thinking at this point.

  Why didn’t I tell the girls about the bargain with Ariel?

  Do you want to know the truth?

  They were on a need to know basis, and at the time, they didn’t need to know.

  Yeah. Whatever, I’ll deal with that in due time.

  Finally, Ramesses told her, “Niki, I understand yours and Natasha’s dilemma, and I sympathize to a point. As you no doubt have guessed, I have never been known for ‘taking it easy’ on newbies, if you want to say.”

  “Yes, Sir, I do understand,” Niki responded.

  “Good girl, then you will also hopefully understand that it is a Dominant’s prerogative to take care of what needs to be done,” he began. “you, as His submissive, have two choices: you can either watch in peace until the scene is over, or you can walk away now, severing your relationship with Dominic in the process.”

  Ramesses walked closer to them, his eyes focused. “This is not for the faint of heart, ladies, I will tell you that. If you think that I’m being harsh in My gauntlet, you might want to speak to sajira.”

  I immediately saw Niki shoot her eyes over at sajira, who met her stare and replied to the

  question in her head, “What my Daddy says is true, ladies. i know it’s hard at first, as it was hard for me the first time. But once Daddy explained to me that the scenes are only cosmetic in nature and it did not reflect badly on my place within the House, it helped me to understand the difference between an intimate scene, and my servitude to Him and Neferterri.”

  Natasha’s eyes were on me the entire time that sajira spoke, and my eyes told her that I understood if they decided to leave and that I would not hold it against them.

  Ramesses must have felt it, too, because he left one final choice. “I am going to start working on Ariel now, and Dom will join in the scene in about five minutes. If you decide to leave, it is understandable, and regrettable, but it is still your choice. However, I believe that you both possess the strength to survive this test.”

  He turned and walked to sajira and kissed her before beginning the scene with Ariel, who was waiting patiently on the work bench, her body writhing into a frenzied state in anticipation of the scene that would unfold.

  I moved between Niki and Natasha, kneeled down between them, and threw down my own gauntlet.

  “I’m doing this, whether you’re here or not,” I told them both, my voice dropping an octave for effect. “I believe you will be here, and in that belief I will expect you to assist in My aftercare once we are done. you asked Me if I was with you, and you have My answer. Now, it’s your turn to let Me know if you’re with Me or not.”

  I kissed them both, rose to my feet, and joined the scene in progress.

  Ariel’s moans and grunts filled the dungeon.

  “Thank You, Sir. May i have another, please?” she teased as the dragon tail landed flush across her ass.

  We must have been at this scene for at least twenty good minutes, and I had already broken into a sweat. Ramesses was in a rhythm, throwing the flogger in a snap motion, getting as much sting onto her flesh has he could.

  Did I forget to mention how much of a pain slut Ariel is?

  She moved with each swing, with each swat

  of the paddle, almost in a trance-like dance, becoming one with the pain that was ever increasing. As directed, I checked her between instrument changes to make sure she hadn’t drifted too far into space on us, but making sure she got her money’s worth within the scene that we were working.

  I smiled a little at seeing the girls talking silently with sajira during the entire scene; I honestly thought that they would have bolted the minute I struck Ariel.

  Yet, they were there, taking in the whole scene as it unfolded.

  I stole looks when I had a chance to gauge their expressions. It slowly went from disdain, to curiosity, to captivity. Captivity in the sense that they got to see what an actual scene looked like. For Niki, it was the second time watching me scene, and at least it didn’t look like I was trying to cut Ariel in two compared to the last time.

  Natasha, on the other hand, looked like she was about to explode, and not in a bad way.

  Her eyes flashed at me, and when she thought that I caught her looking at me, she blushed furiously.

  Returning back to the scene with Ariel, I noticed that she playfully rubbed against Ramesses’

  crotch, simulating a blow job as he took two floggers in a Florentine motion and attacked her lower back.

  Cutting my eyes at sajira and Neferterri, and I saw Neferterri whispering in sajira’s ear, with sajira displaying the most seductive look I’d seen on her in about a month, which was the last time I saw her and Neferterri perform at a private party at a fetish night at Liquid.

  “I want her ass crimson, Dom,” I heard my mentor order. “Make sure she doesn’t go home without the ability to sit.”

  He didn’t have to say another word.

  As he sat down to join Neferterri and sajira in being spectators, I switched my mind to be able to go into that primal place. Ramesses taught me that I can protect my mental state from the more sadistic things that I was capable of until my mind had “aged” enough to handle the aftermath of those actions.

  I snapped Ariel’s head back hard, locking eyes with her and sensing the first drip of fear in her body as she saw something in my eyes that inspired that fear in her.

  The rush of inspiring that in her was intoxicating.

  And I wanted more.

  “What do You command of me, Sir?” Ariel was euphoric, and I wanted to take her deeper.

  “Take everything that I’m about to give you, slave. I want you to feel Me every time you sit down, every time you touch the trophies on your body,” I growled in her ear.

  “Yes, Sir, Your command is my focus,” she replied breathlessly.

  Without warning, I took my bare hands and began beating her ass cheeks like a new set of bongo drums that needed to be broken in.

  Ariel’s screams went from low moans to ear piercing screams as I intensified the swats, seeing the results of my handy work with each passing second.

  Not once did Ariel utter the negotiated safe word. Not like I expected her to, that was a badge of honor for her. But that didn’t keep me from increasing the intensity, stopping long enough to feel the heat rising from her skin from the areas that I worked over.

  I switched to raking my nails consistently over her upper back, watching the nail marks trail as I moved over the same trails, feeling her body shake underneath my touch.

  My hearing became more acute, hearing different things being softly said that I wouldn’t have normally heard. I tried to focus on the form in front of me, and before long, Ariel was hoarse from the screaming, and I was just about exhausted from the scene.

  Ramesses saw my dilemma, and I could hear him instructing Natasha to rise and to come to me
, that I needed some assistance.

  That was an understatement.

  “Ramesses says it’s time to rest, Sir,” I heard her whisper in my ear. It sounded like a cannon shot because my senses were still hypersensitive.

  I took Natasha’s hand and headed to the chair that Niki had waiting for me.

  Yeah.

  Crashing from DomSpace is nothing nice.

  I felt like I was on automatic pilot on the way home.

  I heard the girls talking to me, and I felt words coming from my lips, but what I said to them, I couldn’t remember.

  I do remember telling Niki that I wasn’t sleepy, and that I needed to release some energy when we got back to the house.

  And I wasn’t kidding.

  Two women were in for a workout when we got home.

  ~Nineteen~

  Uncertainty was always a big factor in making sex exciting.

  Let’s keep it real, married sex doesn’t hold a candle to the first times having sex with a new person, or in this case new people.

  No disrespect to Ramesses and Neferterri, of course.

  Then again, they really aren’t your typical married couple, either. But you probably knew that already, didn’t you?

  Why? Because there was no adrenal rush pumping up the heart rate and tripping all those nervous response biological functions.

  You’ve got to get to the right place, mentally, for the sex to be exciting. I’m not making excuses for what follows, I’m just saying, there’s a lot more to sex than a few minutes of quick boning. Particularly when your brain is wired like mine is. Keep that in mind.

  I’d seen both of my girls naked, or nearly so, before, but Niki was still undiscovered, still new, to me. Natasha was as well, but we’d already crossed that sex threshold at Club Coquette. Not that I didn’t want to do it again, I’m greedy like that.

  “Put your hands behind your head,” I told Niki. She licked her lips and did as she was told. I walked around her and stopped behind her where she couldn’t see me.