Tempest (11 page)

“So, it's like that, huh?”

“Yes, Sir, it's like that.”

“Then, since You already know I wanna fuck, why don't we try to get some in before Your husband's demo?” He looked at his watch. “We have at least an hour.”

“Whoa, slow down, playa, all in due time.” I wanted to enjoy the slow burn, but I wanted to give my body time to get through my cycle. I reached down toward his shorts and felt up his leg. He was already hard as hell, which excited the hell out of me. Oh yeah, this one's gonna be fun. “If You're a good boy, I might let You taste Me.”

I unzipped his shorts and was surprised to see he'd gone commando. He must have thought he was gonna get a quickie in or something, and I smiled at his attempt to assume the conclusion between us. His manhood sprang to life in my hand, but he was more worried about the people around us.

“Oh, quit with the shy act, cutie,” I slurred, the wine really taking my senses for a ride. “If I wanted You to, I would make You slide Me on this table and fuck Me…right…now.”

“But what about all of these—”

“No sense of adventure, sexy? Aww, You're no fun,” I teased while stroking his dick and watching him shrink in front of me. What is it about Dominant men? Once they get around me, all of the bravado and Alpha maleness flies out of the window. “I guess we need to wait a few days until we have some alone time.”

I wanted to crack up at the disappointment in his eyes. He looked like a lost puppy or something, almost pleading with me to reconsider what I'd said.

“You know You want it as much as I do, so what's the holdup?” He tried to put the ball in my court, but he didn't understand I wouldn't be rushed. He thought he was in control, but he had another thing coming. “I wouldn't have let You take it out if I wasn't gonna use it.”

“Yeah, but I can feel You pulsing in My hand. You're gonna come, no need in hiding it now.” While he was busy trying to get back on top of the situation, I slipped some melted butter on my hand, making his dick slick enough to jack him off. “Mmmm, see, he feels so good in my hand. Imagine what it will feel like when my pussy is wrapped all around it in a couple of days.”

“Mmmm, damn, but I…fuck…want it…shit, You got Me…now.” He tried to sound impatient, but the other head was doing the talking now.

I was aroused from the power he gave me more than anything at this point. It would definitely be on my terms as to whether or not he would get a whiff of this pussy. I hated it when men gave in so easily, but when you boiled it down to its essence, men were still dogs chasing after pussy.

Damn…and he was sexy as fuck, too.

“Come on, bust one for Me.” My language got more aggressive as I noticed people were staring at us. I wanted to put on a show now, to break him down to what he really was, and an Alpha male was not it. “Come all over my fingers so You can feel better.”

I've always said that giving a blow job or a hand job was not as much of a submissive act as people assumed it was. I mean, who's the one in control of the dick when performing the act? I knew I
had my days where if I wanted to put my Beloved to sleep, a good stroke and getting him to spurt so he could get the stress of the day off him was the perfect sleeping pill.

I kept talking dirty in his ear, giving him the impression that everyone around us couldn't get enough of the impromptu moment unraveling before their very eyes. If he had paid enough attention, he would have realized that most folks couldn't have cared less, but his eyes were focused either on me or they were closed tight trying to reach his climactic conclusion.

It was only a few more minutes before he would get that happy ending.

“Oh fuck…goddamn…shit, I'm coming!” He grabbed at my hand, trying his best to control the eruption that took him prisoner, but I shooed his efforts away and pressed my free hand against his chest, keeping his back against the chair. He was held captive to the pleasure his body needed, and the determined sneer on my face let anyone nosey enough to want to find out that I was gonna get what I wanted, come hell or high water.

His growls turned into pleas to stop, and I grinned when I realized he was multi-orgasmic. The second blast was as potent as the last, as the stream oozed from the head and over my fingers. I took my free hand to grab the napkins and wipe my fingers clean, ensuring nothing got onto the shorts so he could at least walk out of the area without evidence of his essence anywhere on his shorts.

At least, there wouldn't be any on the outside of his shorts.

His shallow breathing was proof of a job well done, but as I looked at my watch, I realized his aftercare would be short-lived. “Sorry, dear, I have to leave now; the demo starts in about forty-five minutes and I still have to go back to My hut and change. Thanks for the kinky time; I hope it was as good for You as it was for Me.”

I got up from the table and walked out of the area before he had a chance to protest or respond. It wouldn't have done him much good, anyway. I had the upper hand on him now, and I had no intentions of giving up my advantage.

Why should I? He tried to play me like I was the one about to give it up, and he got the game flipped on him. Respect the power play and keep it moving.

I could only hope he would.

Men nowadays played by a different set of rules.

That's all right; if he got out of line, there would be two gentlemen that would see to it that he got back in his own lane. Like shamise said, no one's
that
stupid.

Or was he?

TWELVE
RAMESSES

“A word, if You're not too busy, Sir?”

I was in the midst of getting everything prepared for tonight's demo, and I was in a good zone while figuring out what I would use and when during the scene. Seeing Master Osiris walking through my door only served to enhance the zone I was in.

“Master Osiris, to what do I owe the honor of Your visit?” I asked. “I thought You would have been out with the audience by now.”

“I was, but I wanted to find out who You were using as a demo bottom?” The genuine concern on his face gave me pause. “I understand You're using one of the girls on staff?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I was, Sir.” I grew more concerned because this was already pre-arranged hours ago. With less than an hour to go before the demo began, my concern slowly turned to aggravation.

“I want Your demo to go off without a hitch, and I want it to be a success, so,” he said as he tugged on a chain leash, revealing his Alpha slave, keket, who happened to be outside the door, “I'm giving You permission to use My keket for the evening.”

Did he just say what I thought he said?

Rarely am I rendered speechless, but this gesture and the meaning behind it left me in that exact state. I'd only allowed shamise or sajira to be used in demos a couple of times, and those were to
Dominants I trusted beyond measure. I attempted to speak, but the words would not form and I felt like if they did, I would sound like a blithering idiot.

Noticing my distress, keket looked up at her Master, tapping her hand against his wrist three times. Upon his nod, she crawled to my side and kissed the back of my palm. “Master Ramesses, i have full trust in Your ability to take care of me during the demo. my Master taught You, and i would consider it an honor to be placed in Your care.”

I looked down at keket, and then I glanced back at Osiris, before the ability to speak returned. “Big Brother, I would be honored to take keket tonight. I'm still in shock You would offer, but I would be a fool to reject.”

“Little bro, I have to look out for My brethren, if it will help them shine more.” Osiris grinned as he gave keket's leash to me. “But whatever burns or scratches she incurs by Your hand, You are responsible for the care. I know You already know the protocol, but it still bears expressing.”

Yeah, talk about pressure?

“Consider it handled, Sir.” I nodded, tapping keket to kneel while I finished my preparations. “I will treat her with the care I use with Our girls.”

“I have no doubt You will, Sir.” Osiris smiled as he made his exit. “Now, make sure You show out tonight. All eyes will be on You.”

“This is how I prepare for a fire play scene.”

I knew I drew crowds, but to have the whole island watching my every move was humbling, and that was putting it mildly.

Not that I couldn't work a large crowd, of course, but I honestly thought there were other things the guests were doing tonight.

We were lucky the weather was favorable for tonight's festivities. It was warm enough to perform with keket naked and ensure she wasn't uncomfortable in the night air, while the winds stayed calm, allowing the demo to happen out in the open air instead of the confining space of one of the large tents. The crowd was able to form a semi-circle so that any sightline would be good to view from.

keket smiled like a Cheshire cat that swallowed a canary as I used everything from the fire gloves to the fire wands, saving my newest skill for last. I had only done it once before with shamise, so my nerves were a slight bit on edge. Having my mentor's slave on the Cross to perform it in front of a captive audience did nothing to help calm things in my mind.

I marveled at how radiant her skin shone against the firelight the torches provided, giving the area an intimate glow. I focused my attention to her breasts and nipples, moving up to her eyes to keep the connection strong between us. She was fast approaching subspace, and I did my best to slow down her ascension, keeping my voice in her ear and my hands on her body.

“Are you still with me, love?”

“Mmmm, yes, Sir, i'm still with You. Your hands feel so good.”

“We're almost done, little one. I have one more trick to execute.” I gave her fair warning before I reached in the bag for the powder I needed. “I'll take you off after I finish this last move.”

“Mmmmm, yes, Sir, i'll be waiting,” she purred.

I took the top off the cornstarch container, taking great care not to inhale the fumes once the canister was opened. The thing about cornstarch was, if inhaled, the damage to the lungs was not anything to be played with. Since I was a beginning fire breather, I didn't
want to use the fuels that more experienced fire breathers used because I still cared about my lungs to a degree. But I knew enough to know to respect what I was about to do, and I needed as much concentration as possible.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, for my final piece to this demo, I will breathe a fireball toward keket, and if I do this properly, the fireball will not burn her skin, as the compound I'm using evaporates once it is in contact with the fire,” I explained to the crowd. The majority of them were completely awestruck, with some not believing I was doing all of this to keket and she didn't have a burn or scratch on her. I even invited different people in the crowd to feel for themselves that while her skin felt hot to the touch, she was unharmed.

DK did her best to volunteer when I asked for a few to do a quick how-to with the flash cotton. Once she was chosen, she got as close to me as she could as I showed her the way the flash cotton worked, eliciting whistles from the men in the crowd who had a feeling she was trying to arouse me while she was on stage. I cut my eyes in my girls' direction, and while sajira and shamise scowled in territorial defiance, my Beloved smirked at the desperation in DK's body language.

I remained oblivious to it all. I couldn't have been happier with the way things had turned out. Osiris looked like a proud teacher in the audience, and my Beloved and the girls were having giggle fits while high-fiving other guests around them. I even had the undivided attention of more than a few women in the crowd, including DK, who seemed to never take her eyes off me, despite the attention the men gave her during the demo.

The crown jewel of the evening would be a blast if I pulled it off.

“All right, here we go,” I announced as I stood back a couple of feet to execute the maneuver. keket's eyes focused on the fire dancing on the end of the wand in my hand, hypnotized by its glow and entranced by the entire scene we'd performed. I took a spoonful of the cornstarch into my mouth, and a few seconds later, I sprayed the powder from my mouth, watching the particles explode upon contact with the wand and head toward keket.