Sappho Intl (Songs of Silk Book 1) Page 15

  "It has three levels and this is as big as this one gets. And trust me—it’s big enough. It's amazing. Your active words are power up, Oh, Silk, and power down...” At the moment she said the words 'power down' the Love Muscle began to de-inflate back to a flaccid state.

  "... and that's how it works. The other two stallions swear by it.”

  I had to admit that it looked and felt more life-like than any other strap and dildo that I'd ever seen. I loved trying new things and I couldn't wait to use it. This was now my favorite gadget and I was appreciating these ladies' ingenuity more and more daily.

  “We could test drive it right now if you want to—I'm just pulling your chain. It virtually drives itself.”

  “I'm sure that I will rise to the occasion.”

  "I'm more than confident that you will, too. With your sexual genius in the driver’s seat…”

  She let the words float off as it seemed that her mind had just now begun to process the idea of the marriage of me and this gadget. I, whom held the doctorate in the arts of pleasing a woman, coupled with this beautiful specimen of modern technology—it was a match made in heaven.

  “…Mmh, you’ll ride like a dream.” She moved closer to me and gazed deeply into my eyes as if she’d sunken all too quickly into a trance again. But she quickly shook her head and snapped out of it. She learned through our short time together that she had to keep her wits about herself while around me.

  “Ooh, I might have to take a cold shower after this. Besides, you got other more important things to do today. You’re officially going from a mere average and everyday stud to a fully inducted Sappho Intl stallion.”

  "It seems like just yesterday you were rocking the cargo shorts and flip-flips and now you're a rock star stallion.” She playfully delivered a light peck and added. "You just remember who got you there.”

  "Oh, fa sho, Flo. I know you always got my back...”

  "That’s right. And you betta never forget it. So, now that you're settled in, you wanna get ready for your initiation ceremony. As a part of the ritual, you want to take a long bath in sea salt and wear nothing but the white kimono robe and Egyptian cotton boxer briefs that’s been set aside for you. Take your time. Ready your spirit. Then meet PrimaDonna in the meditation room in about an hour and I'll see you later tonight with the rest of the team.”

  “Cool.”

  "Oh and Silk, I'm really proud of you.”

  "Thanks, Flo.”

  ♦ ♦ ♦

  The low buzzing of the tattoo machine had just shut off, after the last of the neon ink had been etched on my neck, which completed the Sapphian mark that signified my official induction into Sappho Intl and the Sapphic Trust.

  I was instructed not to eat anything but fruit and to drink water for the forty-eight hours that preceded the induction ceremony.

  Since I was also instructed to bathe in sea salt right before the ceremony and to change into a clean white robe, I now sat purged of all impurities in the middle of the Zen meditation room on a stone that’d been placed opposite PrimaDonna—who also sat perched on a stone in nothing but a white robe.

  “I’m finished. It’s completed.”

  The room was completely dark save for the small floor candles that were scattered throughout the room, as well as the UV light that glowed nearby.

  The private tattoo artist was a member of the Trust and licensed to tattoo with the necessary ultraviolet ink. And with the grace that came with repetition, she proceeded to hold up a small mirror and another UV light, so that I could see the purple glow of the etched image that had been branded onto the flesh behind my left ear on my neck.

  “That’s perfect. Thank you.”

  The tattooist began to gather all of her things silently and walked from the room just as quietly.

  The second part of the initiation would begin as soon as PrimaDonna’s mother and aunt were ready to enter the room.

  “Silk, now that you’ve officially entered the inner core of Sappho Intl and the Sapphic Trust, may you grow wholly through the leaves and branches of such fruitful organizations and respect the roots from whence they came.”

  PrimaDonna remained perched delicately with crossed legs and yet with duly noted nobility. Even in the veil of dim obscurity, I could still make out her voluptuous lips, as they danced with every uttered proclamation, among the shadows of her well-proportioned face. Her beauty gracefully shone even within the darkness.

  “Do you vow to respect the sanctity of the Sapphic Trust, the Counsel, and the Sapphians whom are now your sisters in love, life, and liberty?”

  “Yes.”

  “Max Silk. Welcome to the Sappho Intl family.”

  Her lips smiled as she dipped her finger into a small, stoned bowl, which was filled with what felt like olive oil, and traced the Sappho symbol onto my forehead.

  PrimaDonna casually slid her hood off and smiled.

  “My mother and aunt should be entering, at any moment, to complete the second part of your induction. The induction in two parts represents the two hemispheres of the brain from which we’re urged to evolve. The first part is the objective or physical fraction in which you are the witness; whereas the second part represents the subjective or expressive fraction, in which you’re the subject.”

  “I understand.”

  “Good.”

  “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “How do you know the difference between the Sappho Intl member’s tattoo and the Sapphic Trust member's insignia?”

  “Whether you’re a member of Sappho Intl or the Sapphic Trust you will have the same ink. However when you become a member of the Sapphic Trust then you receive—what looks like from a distance—up to three visible horizontal bars below the symbol. The number of bars depends on which level you may belong.”

  “But I’m gonna share something with you that only a few people know. If you step up close to these bars under black light there’s a very, very small patterned digital code that is etched into it with ultraviolet light by the tattooist to maintain legitimacy—sort of like the dollar bill.”

  “That’s very clever.”

  “I have no idea why I just told you that. I guess you make me feel like I can trust you.” We smiled together as though we were long time friends sharing a naughty secret. I felt a confidence growing between us already.

  “I’m glad that you’re warming up to me.”

  I smiled and simultaneously the door to the room opened and closed.

  PrimaDonna’s mother Madison and Aunt Diana entered the room in the same robes as what we wore. And though the meditation room was darkened they exhibited the radiance and grace of the goddesses of ancient. Their aura filled the space and it felt as if through some strange enchantment, the room had been transformed into an ancient temple rested upon the mountainside.

  Madison walked a central vertical line from one wall to the opposite end, as Diana created a cross by walking a perpendicular central line in the same manner. Simultaneously, PrimaDonna straightened her body posture, closed her eyes and began to inhale and exhale, as if to signify that the second part of the ceremony had begun.

  They all moved together without uttering a word.

  Once Madison and Diana had reached the opposite walls, they turned to align themselves. And began to inhale, exhale and then chant.

  "A single body. A single mind. A single soul. Makes us whole. Sappho echoes.”

  Small, filled sacks escaped their pockets as they began to pour red sand onto the floor into the shape of a large circle the size of the room. They then created a large triangle inside of the circle; and then the Sappho symbol itself around me and PrimaDonna whom still sat cross-legged and faced each other in the center of it all. It looked as though we were now sitting in the center of a circular labyrinth.

  Madison and Diana proceeded to place the sacks back into the pockets of their robes and then walked outward in opposite directions to the edge of
the large circle. Madison lit a large standing, black iron floor candle and the whole room was illuminated. Diana went into her other pocket to remove a small bottle of water and filled a small stone bowl that set on a matching black iron stand at the opposite end of the circle. They both subsequently glided along the outside of the edge of the circle. They would pass their fingers through the candle’s flame, once they approached it, and dipped their finger into the bowl of water as they approached it. PrimaDonna slowly began to trace again the symbol on my forehead over my third eye. After rounding the circle three times, they walked the path into the center until we were all holding hands to create a circle.

  “The three elements of water, earth, and fire are contained within this place. We may now breathe in and breathe outward together to make the breath of life as wind.”

  We all inhaled and exhaled deeply together. Then Madison continued.

  “We now exist as a single balanced organism in one accord—to represent life and truth.”

  “The latitude and longitude represent the two centers of thought within the brain. The triangle represents divine wisdom and the circle represents the wholeness of the soul. All become elevated with the central body and power of a woman. We are Sappho’s legacy and mind, body, and soul, we have become whole.”

  “We now reserve the right to the identity and customs of Sappho. We now reserve the right to the freedom of her practices and the dissemination of her truths.”

  “Max Silk, do you intend to hold and keep all of her truths sacred?”

  “Yes.”

  “You have now been re-born of the body of Sappho. Welcome.”

  They all repeated in unison. “Welcome!”

  “If you could both please join us in the Hall of Antiquity after you get dressed. We'd like to talk to our newest stallion.”

  The ceremony had been completed and they departed the room as quietly as they entered.

  “Congratulations.” PrimaDonna smiled and we both stood simultaneously.

  As we maneuvered through the labyrinth of red sand, PrimaDonna continued to gradually warm up to me.

  “So Silk, how do you like your new home?”

  “I’ve already fallen in love with it. I mean, it's definitive of me and really captures who I am.”

  “Each mansion illustrates the character of the stallion that inhabits it. Which is why your new home is called Illumin8—it’s filled with the same light, love, and multi-faceted creativity that radiates from your person.”

  “Well, PrimaDonna, you have a divine gift and I’m filled with overwhelming gratitude.”

  “I’m glad that you can appreciate my gifts. And you haven’t even seen the Hall of Antiquity yet—that room was meant to be a surprise.”

  “Yeah, I was just about to say that. It seems this house is full of surprises. I think that Illumin8 is gonna be the perfect cap to Cloud9.”

  We now stood at the door facing each other.

  "I can’t wait to see what you have in store, Silk. Lourdes is even geeked about it.”

  “Oh, you’re gonna love it…”

  “…Oh, I’m sure…Which reminds me…you know you were all the rave at the grand opening of SocialClub9. There’s been an overwhelming buzz about you. It seems that everyone wants Silk in their sheets this year.”

  “And what about you?”

  It was a bold move and one that seemed to take PrimaDonna by surprise as she paused and gazed deeply into my eyes.

  Then ironically yet conveniently, the cotton sash that’d been tied around my waist became loosened and my robe leisurely draped open. PrimaDonna glimpsed my cotton briefs and more importantly the body beneath it—which was sculpted and a broad variation to the slim build that she was used to seeing in the Sheik.

  My tribal tattoos and golden skin gleamed in the candlelight.

  “You know, I love the smooth touch of Silk; but I seem to slip when it’s in my sheets.”

  PrimaDonna began to finally reveal a slightly different side to me as she ran her fingers down my tribal, tracing it with curiosity. We leaned into each other slowly. I couldn’t wait to taste the sweetness of her lips.

  But with stark astonishment, she shook her head with subtlety and stopped short. And then PrimaDonna opened the door instead.

  “We wouldn’t want to keep my mom and aunt waiting too long.”

  “PrimaDonna! What’s holding you back? What are you afraid of?” I began to tie up my robe while trying desperately to re-capture her eyes.

  She’d made it out into the hallway and I followed her quickly.

  “I’m not afraid.”

  ”Then why not let go, when I can feel that you feel me.”

  “I DO feel you…and that’s what scares me. You’re so alive…with a bold intensity and propensity for life. And I have so much that requires constant containment.”

  “…well I’m sure, but even you’re allowed to take a break from it all, every once in a while.”

  And then without warning, she stopped and turned and peered up at me.

  She looked into my eyes, as if she finally agreed with me. Why should she be the only one in a pleasure-filled organization refrained from having any of the fun and excitement?

  I could read that she was tired of fighting her own desires. She simply ceased to want to resist herself for a moment longer and finally let her curiosity get the best of her.

  PrimaDonna finally gave into her desire and kissed me.

  With the softness of her hand felled upon my face, our lips interlocked seamlessly like two fated puzzle pieces that’d finally found each other throughout a thousand scattered Sapphians.

  And though our eyes became closed, the whole of the universe seemed to slow down to stand still, as the hall’s light and love whirled about us.

  Her lips were as supple and yielding as I’d always imagined them to be, and would taste even sweeter than the dream. Our tongues played and translated the extraordinary language of our verbal paradise, which was finally found and recorded to our soul’s elation. And as she melted in my hand’s caress, all was, and would be right in the world.

  Our bodies, despite our soul’s motivation to ensue, finally departed us and we gazed deep into each other’s eyes again—each fascinated with the splendor of the other.

  She slowly pinched her lip with clenched teeth, as if the taste of me still lingered on her spirit.

  “Wow! What is it that you don’t do well?” She whispered.

  “That kiss merely skims the surface, PrimaDonna.”

  Still dazed by it, she smiled and played with the sash of my robe like a naughty Catholic schoolgirl, while her sapphire eyes glistened and blazed.

  “I can just imagine…” She finally began to come out of her stupor and shook her head to regain her composure. “Well…I must admit…that was magical.”

  “It was! But it’s those lips that made it unforgettable. Those lips…”

  I fixed my eyes to re-capture her lips and then to captivate her eyes. And with as much charm as I could muster, I commenced to pull her back into my charge.

  We moved so slowly now. But with the attempt to magnetize her back into my clutch—the overwhelming attraction would cause her body to brush against mine.

  I could feel her shudder slightly, as she was the closest that she’d ever been to surrendering. But at the last, she began to force her body to walk backwards down the hall.

  “I’m gonna go take a shower before I…”

  As her words trailed, I grinned, with the understanding that I’d fully planted a seed of possibility within her soul—she wanted and would get more of me.

  “I could join you…you know, help with those hard to reach places.”

  She giggled and turned to walk down the hall.

  “Very tempting…I’ll have to take a rain check on it. We’re meeting with my mom and aunt remember.”

  I remembered—but it was worth a shot.

  I watched her disappear around the corner as my heart danced a jig
.

  I was so excited that I wanted to do a thousand flips up and down the hallway—but I had to get ready for the meeting.

  As I quickly regained my composure and turned to walk to my room, I saw the movement of a form out of the corner of my eye. The ponytail palm tree lightly shook at the end of the hallway, as if someone had just passed by.

  And I could swear that my mind’s eye was telling me that the form was Sir Sheik.

  I knew that my team and the other two stallions were slated to begin filing into Illumin8 to attend the small congratulatory celebration that we were having, in a few hours. The celebration was to double as a small send-off before we all had to take private flights tomorrow into Sir Sheik’s New York mansion—The Palace—which would serve as the host location for the first leg of Cloud9.

  Maybe she made it to Illumin8 before the others?

  Could that really have been Sir Sheik wandering through my home? Did she just see me with PrimaDonna and would our lips caress be the kiss of death for me?

  I wasn't sure if she saw us or not—but I would definitely find out.

  My heart began to race as I silently ran down the hallway and casually turned the corner with the ponytail palm shielding me.

  As soon as I peeked around the corner, I could see through the reflection of one of the hallway mirrors that the door to a nearby room was swinging slightly ajar. I tip-toed up to the door and opened it slightly to peek inside. And there she was—Sir Sheik was pacing the floor of my smoke and lounge room.

  She had indeed arrived a little earlier than everyone else. And as billows of smoke rose from a freshly lit cigarette, I could now see that she was also speaking on her cell and appeared to be heated.

  “Yeah, fuck her... fucking bloody cunt!”

  “Yeah!”

  “Yeah! But I still can’t believe she fucking did it! I mean of all the fucking wankers…”

  She abruptly dropped onto one of the LED-lit seating booths and clicked her cigarette against the ashtray to dispense the building ash and to take another drag, while the voice on the other side of the phone continued to speak to her.