Sappho Intl (Songs of Silk Book 1) Page 24

  And she moaned from a deep and unchartered place, as I was fierce; like a fresh supply of steroids had been injected and now coursed through my pulsing veins. And with the pressure building, I was running on the fumes of a passionate rage.

  Still intent on torturing her, I would slide out and pass my tongue over her seed and finger her, and then slide back into her in an alternating and repetitive manner.

  She moaned with each increasing wave of affliction, until I was ready to relieve her pleasure’s agony.

  I touched down deep into her womb, plunging and passing over lusted push buttons that seemed to have temporarily been left unattended and forgotten; while verbal blasts of passion escaped her vocal chords, in an unrelenting support of my bad behavior.

  My leg and core muscles coiled and her belly opened up, like the feeding boa constrictor does in hunger. And I would pump and draw out her passageway from a gradual tightening to an agreeable and bliss-filled rolling absorption.

  And it finally seemed that we were slowly reconciling with the smoldering of our hips circulation. Our rocking would be our meditation and I now relinquished to the soft spot that she held for me.

  With locked triceps and cemented shoulders, I thrust and rolled with a stark abandonment. And I would multiply her blessings with a quickening and ever-obliging curving, as my hips and pelvis rocked; so that I was sure the head would rub and cuff her throbbing g-spot at the top.

  The occasional boosting of a sliding, swirling swell served to amplify the friction and soon the culmination would be too much for her body to resist.

  A few long strokes and taps, to the farthest back of her g-spot, would be instrumental in her climax, as she shrieked with substantiated pleasure.

  “Yes, baby, I’m cumming…”

  She’d waited for this moment for what seemed like forever and I owed it to her now to vanquish her body’s frenzy. I kissed her softly, as I’d finally lifted the cloud from the bowels of her soul and with the instant levitation she was exploding furiously.

  “Oh, yes…”

  I pulled out and her chloë tremored and streamed with a pulsing exhilaration.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Fuck Silk! I missed you…”

  I rubbed and massaged her throbbing mound in silence—now unsympathetic for the repercussions of my actions.

  She sat up to hug me and kissed me softly on the cheek.

  “Whew! Now that wasn’t too hard now was it?” She said with a sarcasm and profound vigor. She’d been brought back to life like a plant that largely required watering—her smile an indication that her cup now ran over.

  “Mmh…I NEEDED that…”

  “Power down!” I sat back and straightened my boxers. “Listen, I apologize for everything, Flourish…I shouldn’t have called you out like that…”

  I zipped up my shorts and caught my breath, as I could sense her gazing into my soul.

  “You just made me so angry that you would allow her to have you sink so low. You don’t understand how much her mere presence is poison to my soul…And I don't even know how long I can stand it. I'm thinking about leaving.”

  “Don't let her make you quit—you’re not a quitter! Don't let her get to you. You’re good for this organization. You’re good for your team, for PrimaDonna and even Pharaoh.” Flourish tenderly clutched my chin to look directly into her mint eyes. “Silk, you’re good for me.”

  “I know you just saying this ‘cause you just got some good-good.” I smiled at her.

  “No, not JUST because of that…”

  She now laughed, as we were both now loosened all the way up.

  “She’s just not worth it! Keep your eyes on the prize and stay focused. Remember what you’re here for…Don’t even let ME get to you. I just needed my fix…that’s all, okay?”

  “Okay…you’re right…but you gotta keep your senses intact, Flourish. You can’t let your desires get the best of you. I’ll stay, but we all must be held accountable to our own impulses—including me. I gotta get a hold of myself and it starts here.”

  I gazed at Flourish with a cemented sternness held in my eyes. And she bowed her head slightly.

  “But…In the meantime, let's let bygones be bygones…do you forgive me?”

  “Of course I do, Silk. It was my fault. Like you said, I have to hold myself accountable for my own inability to control myself. And I will do a better job of being a bigger and better woman. I can and will hold my emotions and desires in check, Silk.”

  We hugged.

  I needed someone to talk to and little did I know that my solace would come from Flourish. But, I wouldn’t tell her that I missed her friendship, as well. I would let the hug speak for itself.

  “Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today is the precious present. So let’s just live within the day and take it as a blessing.”

  “You damn right; and if there was ever anything that you needed to talk about, I’m your girl. Don’t feel you have to carry so much of a burden on your shoulders that you can’t come to me and talk it out.”

  I began to think about all of the pictures that I still held and the burden of Sir Sheik’s operations that I’d been holding on to. I decided that right now was a perfect time as any to let Flourish in on just a dash of what I’d uncovered.

  “Look, I don’t know if you know but…there’s some serious shit going on around here and I gotta get this to PrimaDonna…”

  I’d taken out my phone and pulled up the first picture.

  “I don’t have her phone number and can’t seem to get her by herself while Cloud9 is going on—so here…”

  Flourished clutched the phone and gazed at the photo of the kilo of cocaine in confusion.

  I remained tight-lipped about the bulk of what had been unveiled to me and simply showed her the first photograph and forwarded it to her phone.

  “Flourish, I need you to forward this picture to PrimaDonna and tell PrimaDonna to call me when she was ready to discuss the picture further.”

  “Is this what I think this is?”

  “Yes and its Sir Sheik’s…give it to PrimaDonna and you’ll understand everything in due time.”

  “What’s going on?”

  "Just trust me, Flourish!"

  She shook her head, as if to say okay, as I stood up to leave.

  "I’ll make sure that she gets this right away...”

  I kissed her on the cheek and walked away from the sofa. "Good! I'll see you in Miami.”

  From here on out, I was all business.

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  “Come and take a magic carpet ride...”

  "I'll be sure to spread my love inside you...”

  “Take hold of the silky fringes and frills…”

  “And tell me how it feels, as we indulge in the thrills of your hills and valleys that build with a skilled will…”

  “It's like taking candy from you, baby…”

  “So come and steal away with me…”

  “…and seal our fate within this brilliant ecstasy…”

  “Let us forage this land of bounty together with pleasure…”

  “…in all of its unbounded treasures…”

  “Tonight I’ll be your genie...”

  “…unlimited wishes as you feed me…”

  “Sappho she smiles as you seize me…”

  “Appease me…”

  “Relieve…”

  “And take flight…

  “On this magic carpet ride tonight…”

  I set down the red and black oud that I’d been strumming, as a few skilled studs continued to play their metallic red, Turkish Darbuka hand drums lightly in the background.

  "Welcome to An Arabian Night where I’m your host. Please enjoy your evening at Illumin8.”

  The intimate performance that’d been delivered on the rooftop of Illumin8 was short and sweet, yet would definitely suffice.

  This was meant to be a night of pure sensuality as the concluding night of Cloud9, as well as th
e final night of the Mounting of the Stallions competition.

  There was a lot of buzz about me, within this first Cloud9, and the hype seemed to increase and spread among the Sapphians with each event that passed. PrimaDonna held high expectations of me and my crew’s ability to withstand the added pressure of the buildup and to live up to the talk. And as I’d prepped and delivered my pep talk to my team, on the jet before landing in Miami, I was certain that we would not disappoint.

  We arrived by air to the balmy paradise of Miami. And as soon as I’d inhaled the faint trails of the ocean’s salt in the breezy, tropical air, it seemed that all of my recent frustrations melted away, ever so easily. My mental senses were cleansed and my spiritual senses had been instantly awakened from its fainted state.

  And it felt good. Not good. It felt great to be back at Illumin8 for the last round of Cloud9. And with so much drama unfolding around me in Arizona, it felt great to be in an environment where I could feed from serenity and cultivate gratitude and peace.

  From the moment we’d arrived, I meditated and re-aligned my balance. My spirit had been so weakened that I began my first day with a full cleanse in sea salts and a full meditation within the confines of my Zen room. I consumed fruits, water and pure proteins. I would take my time in supplementing my mind, body and soul; and by the end of it all, I would walk into the conference room to prep for the day’s events, fully refreshed and rejuvenated.

  I would further summon peace by melding my mind to accept the realization that the series of events occurred in the way that it should have—therefore, the future would be exactly how it was meant to be.

  I took comfort in the fact that everything would take care of itself. And it was confirmed in my dreams the previous night, when none other than Sappho herself had appeared in my dreams, once more, and consoled my spirit with a brief and gentle message.

  "Everything is as it should be...”

  Her words echoed, as a ringing in my ear even now and I was quite content to awaken with the resolve that everything would be fine.

  As soon as Cloud9 was concluded, I would release the truth of Sir Sheik’s veiled empire and fully set the constraints of my spirit free.

  But in the meantime, it was the last leg of Cloud9 and it was finally my turn to host.

  We planned to deliver the fabulousness and sensuality of Miami to the Sapphians in a way that had never been realized before. Riding on the energy that had been expended throughout the first two legs, my few days of entertainment were meant to be a casual release.

  We started out yesterday by rolling out the red carpet and receiving the sleek attendees of Miami Vogue. Femmes arrived to the white, minimalist haven of Illumin8 in exotic thong bathing suits and lively sheer sarongs; while studs rocked casual Tommy Bahama linen sets and sandals for the fabulous fashion show and pool party.

  NinaStarr had combined girls, from some of the other Playhouses, with the rest of the Trio to model her new chic collection—StarrLit. The Sapphian guests nibbled on fresh, pink jumbo shrimp and exotic, sliced fruit while sipping fine bubbles of Moët, as the girls would strut the catwalk. They paraded thirteen pieces of lingerie, bathing suits, sportswear, and cocktail dresses on a slender glass platform; which overlaid and hovered the crystalline water of the near side of the infinity edge pool, while femmes pointed and admired in ecstasy. Their sleek stilettos clicked and clacked the fiberglass, while a homemade electronica and hip-hop international party mix thumped and bounced off the handmade, classic terracotta brick and marble tiles.

  Midi deejayed and Suez would spit reggaeton lyrics from the second-level balcony, between sets, as Sapphians enjoyed roaring waverunners in the bay and splashed in the grotto and sparkling waters of the infinity pool.

  And our event would be the definition of spring Miami chic.

  The day’s events would turn into a house infused foam party, as the sunset would turn to dusk. And with the initial day’s events under my belt, I would return to my room last night at ease and relieved that it ran smoothly; and concluded without a hitch.

  And now here I stood basking in the soft glow of another successful night, while I looked over the crowd; which was now gazing at me in reverie, as our second night’s events wound to a close for me.

  As they applauded my sensual and heartfelt performance, their movements became slow-motioned in my mind. And I began to swim in the nostalgia of how far I’d come, in such a short time.

  In the blink of an eye, I’d transcended from the bars of the Social Lounge to the rooftop of Illumin8—and it seemed in this moment to be innately surreal.

  I breathed in the momentous sensation and privately reveled within its ripe maturity.

  I had made it through the serene mystique of An Arabian Night and every single female would leave tonight feeling the cool warmth of its cordiality and peace.

  This would be a night of natural intimacy, as I took full advantage of the sensual elements that constituted the landscape of Miami.

  My estate had been transformed into a Moroccan oasis for the night; replete with small white cabana tents and a large white Bedouin main tent, which stood surrounded by the palm trees downstairs. Large-bowled fire pits and oversized sandboxes had been filled with white tea lights to line the path of enlightenment that awaited the Sapphians inside.

  And it was like a painting that’d come to life. Within the tents, gypsy dancers urged our members to quench themselves with the willful hypnosis that their silver-coined waists and beaded bosoms provided, as they shook their hips like wound and beating tambourines. Gold and purple glitter-painted team members peppered fine Persian rugs, while snake dancers, with elongated yellow albino pythons dangling from their necks, speckled the oasis. Purple, blue, and green flourished peacocks strided amidst femmes draped in red-sequined veils and chained coin-belts, with loops and bells, to superimpose stunning brushstrokes on the colorful canvas of this evening’s masterpiece. And fascinating fire breathers served to light up the night’s sky.

  It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever helped to create.

  And yet my vision was still too large to end at the ground floor.

  I selected to entertain rooftop, for those who chose to submerge themselves in the romance of taking comfort in the palatial locale that had been placed directly underneath the stars. Sheer white veils were suspended from an unimpeded, overhead structure and draped sensually to the ground. While bright red Moroccan-print carpets supported bright red piles of scatter cushions, as well as the large, white-platform lounging beds that Sapphians now applauded from.

  Tonight was indeed a magic carpet ride, as even the coals from the rooftop firepits flamed and burned brightly—and I would be the genie for the lucky Alice who was along for the flight.

  Embellished gypsy belly dancers surrounded me on all sides, as I glided with bare feet from the central area of the rooftop in an all-white linen shirt and drawstring pants set. And the performers would gather together and dance a traditional Middle Eastern performance with sheer veils and flowing scarves, as the audience watched with wonder.

  I’d concluded my portion of the evening’s performances and was now headed directly to my suite to meet my Alice.

  “Sexy Silk!”

  Women clapped, jeered and eyed me as I sleekly passed them. I had even seen both my Alices, from the previous nights, whom now held lively gleams in their eyes for me, as I briefly conversed and flirted with them. Lourdes had texted me earlier, to inform me that I’d received propositions, from more than a few Sapphians, to fly across the world and dine with them in exotic places like Monaco, Gran Canaria, Nice and Rio de Janeiro as soon as Cloud9 had concluded; and as NinaStarr had foretold, these women had implied that currency and other resources would come with the pleasure of having known them.

  But I couldn’t quite relish in the future yet, as I still had more important business to attend to in the present.

  I took one quick and final sip from my glass of Moët, as I casually passed Pharao
h in earnest to head towards my suite.

  "That was pretty slick, Silk! Shit, that turned ME on!" She smiled in jest. "I mean you're already well ahead...no need to rub our faces in it...”

  “No harm intended…Strictly business, playboi, strictly business…”

  ♦ ♦ ♦

  As I steeped in my Roman soaking tub, I hadn’t a care in the world—except for who might my Alice be and when would she be standing at my master suite door.

  The only sounds that resonated the ample corner tub was the water’s silent whirling, as it whisked through the jets of the soothing whirlpool, and the calming, ambient sounds of Aquasphere that flowed from the master bathroom speaker. Cascaded and colossal, ivory pillar candles and Mediterranean oils surrounded me on all sides of the deck, along with a tray filled with fresh fruit and Moët that set on a small table nearby.

  Before my performance, I’d received a text that the Alice requested to meet me in my room. But unlike my previous two Alices, there was no other information that Lourdes could supply to me on my lover for the night. The Alice wished to remain anonymous.

  And for the first time in the Mounting of the Stallions, I was flying blind.

  I wasn’t so much worried but more so intrigued. And I decided to focus more on the presentation of myself than the challenge of not knowing whom I would be faced.

  I hadn’t yet been alerted as to when they would arrive, so I simply soaked and waited.

  After meditating for almost half an hour in the tub and gazing at the stars outside of the bathroom’s window, I’d decided that I had soaked long enough. But just when I was about to turn the lever of the brushed nickel faucet, to turn off the whirlpool, I heard my suite door open.

  I sat back in the tub and listened to the sounds of clanking trinkets and clicking stilettos crossing the marble to my suite. The stilettos abruptly stopped at the opened doorway of my bathroom.

  “Well, can I slide onto your magic carpet ride, tonight?”

  That’s my mysterious Alice? Is it who I think it is? The voice sounded familiar but I had a hard time believing it to be true.