Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld Read Free Page B

their magic like they had other forces controlling them. My fingers felt the slick wetness as I slowly slipped into my own private mind fuck.
    “I want you to rub it very slowly in a circular motion,” he told me. I still ignored him, giving out some moans for his benefit, but playing the tune only my Goddess could understand. I felt the softness of my Goddess’ hand caressing my skin. He could have called me everything but a child of God and I would have cared less.
    I followed his “directions,” feeling the satin wetness of my now dripping lips. I let out a soft sigh. God, it felt so damn good.
    “Calypso, does it feel good?”
    “Mmmm-hmmm…”
    “You will address me as SIR and speak with words and not sounds, Calypso. Does it feel good?”
    “Yes sir, it feels incredible, sir.” I rushed through the response. It didn’t matter what he said to me anymore; he was a pendingfootnote in the story of my growing orgasm. I was on automatic, taking out a dildo to feel something inside me to get me over the edge. I needed my husband to come home at that exact moment, so I could fuck his brains out.
    “That’s better, my dear. Do you think you can come for me, Calypso?”
    “Yes sir, I think I can come for you.”
    “Don’t, baby, enjoy it. Keep it on the edge.”
    “But sir…I want to come so badly.”
    “Calypso, we agreed you are mine, and as such, you will not come!!!!!!”
    “Yes sir,” I told him over the phone, but I hovered over my clit, enjoying the sensations, the energy that pulsated from it.
    “Calypso, what is your phone number?”
    “757-215-7731, sir.” I may have been in orgasmic bliss, but I was not stupid. My Goddess taught me well.
    “What city do you live in, Calypso?”
    “Norfolk, sir, I live in Norfolk, Virginia.”
    “Very good, now, stop.”
    Hell no, I wasn’t going to stop. My hands were working at a feverish pace by then, and I was just about to come when…
    “Calypso…”
    “Sir?”
    “I’ll be coming for you soon.” His tone chilled me. It wasn’t the “oh baby, I’m about to come” type of phrase, but something that stopped me in mid-stroke.
    Before I could respond, the line went dead.

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    “So, let Me get this straight, so I don’t have this mixed up. We’re going public with the Palace?”
    I looked into my husband’s eyes as we walked into the currently constructed home soon to replace the house we were in the process of renting out to family members.
    “No, babe, we’re not exactly going public; it’s more like, semi-public,” Ramesses answered, taking in the larger space we would soon be moving into. “There are some rules to this new idea I have. In fact, if it works, we may very well be duplicating this idea in different parts of the country.”
    I hated when he pulled the secrecy nonsense with me. Ever since Amenhotep left, my husband had been more engaged into the comings and goings within the Atlanta BDSM community, and that’s saying a lot, considering we were already “plugged in” to begin with. But then again, considering that we’re both entrepreneurs now, instead of working in Corporate America full time, some priorities could be readjusted and balances could be struck. During the day, since the kids were in school, it’s easy to get some marketing and other business conducted. I managed to talk both my mother and my mother-in-law into retiring from their jobs and share the responsibility of taking the kids to their respective extracurricular activities, for operating expenses and “mad money,”so to speak. They were more than happy to take retirement and use the money we were giving them to do with what they wanted.
    I got used to the idea of having a lot of businesses to handle. We had begun the process of opening a daycare center, a mail center, and we expanded my husband’s photography studio to include not only commercial work for his former apprentice, but to open the possibilities for doing fetish work also.