Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld

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Book: Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld by Shakir Rashaan Read Free Book Online
Authors: Shakir Rashaan
Who are the other members?” I was curious, to say the least. “Will they be in attendance for the reopening?”
    “Yes, paka is making the calls as we speak, My dear.” Amenhotep’s smile showed in His voice through the phone. “Lord Magnus, Seti, Osiris, and Me. Lord Magnus ascended at the end of the year; He is now Master Menes. Lady Hatshepsut is also a member, My dear. I also hold hope that You will soon be included within theSociety as well because, as You see, the Society was not meant to be exclusive to only the male Masters in this realm. There hasn’t been a gathering this important in quite some time. The circumstances of this gathering are auspicious, to say the least. It will definitely be a night no one will forget for some time.”
    I understood where He was coming from, but I was still speechless. Things were about to be taken to another level, but at the same time, Ramesses and I were still parents, and we had to be careful not to forsake that responsibility. I’m sure my husband had already taken this into consideration, which was why the councils were being set up abroad, so he wouldn’t think he was needed on a full-time basis away from home and Atlanta completely.
    “I understand, Sir. I have a feeling I will need to talk to My husband while He is en route to the next destination. He will probably be in D.C. in the next couple of days to speak with Master Seti,” I told Him. If anything, Ramesses needed to know this information, because I didn’t think he had plans to tell Master Osiris he would be on the way to D.C. to see his brother.
    “Well, My dear, I have a few more phone calls to make, now that I know Ramesses is setting the plans in motion,” Amenhotep explained. “I look forward to seeing You and Your sajira, as well as to see how Your male submissive is coming along.”
    Yeah, I was looking forward to how my male submissive was coming along, too. In fact, I needed to find out for myself what he was truly capable of.
    I heard a soft knock at the door, in a cadence I hadn’t heard in at least three months. I walked to the door to open it, shocked by the surprise awaiting me a few seconds later.
    It was a surprise I never saw coming…in ways I never imagined possible.

SIXSAJIRA
    “Damn, girl, what are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting company today.”
    As part of fulfilling the tasks set out for me, I began to seek out different submissives within the community and elsewhere that I felt comfortable with and I could trust. I definitely agreed that I needed a larger circle to bounce ideas off and who could understand my frustrations if the need arose.
    Scarlett was a no-brainer, and I had been texting back and forth with her when we weren’t Skyping or talking on the phone or whatever. Having my Goddess’ permission to keep in touch with her at will was a godsend, even though the majority of the time we were complaining about our respective husbands and the dumb shit they did more than submissive stuff.
    paka was an easy choice, too, and thanks again to Skype, I could talk to her from my office at home. She took great interest in me while we were in Dubai for her wedding, and I thought it would be great to have her.
    The personal visit I made to tiger was going to be a shock to his system, but I thought it would be the perfect change-of-pace perspective on submission that I would need to balance things out. That and it always helped to have a bisexual or gay male in your inner circle, especially when that male had boss makeup designskills and a flair for fashion. Mistress Sin always looked stunning and her makeup was flawless. Word around the community was that he was an excellent makeup artist and one of the better fashionistas in the A.
    “Hey, baby, i hope you don’t mind me coming through.” I blew air kisses and gave him a hug as he let me into the house. It was especially brisk today, so I was relieved he didn’t want to chat while we were at the door. “i wanted to

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