Page 11 of Choosing the Chief

I take a large gulp of my cognac and signal for a refill. I shrug. “There was no need for you to know.”

She flinches and jerks her thick neck away from me. The motion makes her ridiculous earrings clink, which annoys me further. “You…you…ungrateful boy!” she yells. “My father calls me to his home to tell me my great son, Adom, the future chief, is in town and has remodeled a beautiful home in McCarthy Hills.” Her voice is doing that god-awful high-pitched shriek it slips into when she’s upset. “The girl who braids my hair then tells me her man laid the marble floors in the bedroom closets and that a great woman must be staying with him there. She knows this because her man shared that the ‘chief’s’ closet was stocked with beautiful gowns, bags, and red-bottom shoes!” Now she’s shaking.

I take a sip of my new drink. “Since when do you talk to the women who dress you and do your hair? You entertain village gossip now?”

She covers her mouth in a sharp action before moving it to her bosom. She turns her gaze to Maya across the table as she speaks.Careful, mother.“Apparently, they tell me more than my son, whose gossip is currently staring at me across my dinner table.” She slaps her hand on the table to add weight to her statement.

The look on Maya’s face is one of incredulity. She probably thinks my mother is an amusing curiosity. It’s embarrassing and I do not blame her. My mother is not a small woman. She’s six feet tall without shoes and at least 250 pounds. Today she is wearing a bright kente print in an off-the-shoulder floor-length dress. Her arms are covered in bracelets up to her elbows. Her neck is covered in at least ten gold necklaces. Her earrings are gigantic gold loops. Her silver and black hair is hanging in long braids that extend to the middle of her ass. If “over the top” came to life as a person, she would be my mother. The sad part is Maya would be well on her way down this path without my intervention.

Maya snaps out of her initial shock and responds. She stands up in one swift movement and glides to my mother with the grace of a gazelle. She presents her hand and, surprisingly, my mother takes it. “Hello, I am Dr. Maya Taylor and I’m very honored to meet you.” She looks my mother up and down in sincere adoration. “This dress you’re wearing is perfectly exquisite. I’m a former fashion model, so I must tell you, you wear it like you are walking a runway. Stunning!”

My mother cocks her head to the side and studies Maya intently. She is silent for several tense moments. Finally, she clasps her hands in front of her prodigious bosom and throws her head back in a laugh. “Is that so?!” She motions for Maya to sit beside her and Maya obliges. “I will have a gown of this very print made for you. My girl can have it done in the amount of time it takes the cheetah to grab his prey,” she promises proudly. “We must have girl talk, ehh? Is my jackal of a son treating you well?”

What is happening?! She wants to make Maya her pet? “Mother! We were having dinner at MY table. You interrupted us. Maya just arrived today and needs her rest. We will schedule a visit with you at another time.”

Maya stands and pushes her hand out in protest. “Adom, don’t be rude,” she says slyly. “Your mother has come all the way from Tafo to visit. We really should oblige. Anyway, it’s late. We can’t send her back tonight. She’ll have to stay, won’t she?”

My mother clasps her hands again and cracks her signature smile. “Oh, what a delightful girl.” She nods. “Yes, I believe I will stay.”

Hell no, she won’t.

“That will give me time to get to know you. Let me tell my driver to grab my things.” She wriggles her hips out of the chair and walks out of the dining room. As soon as she is out of earshot, I turn to Maya.

“Why have you invited that toxic woman into my home! You have no idea what you have just done!” Every muscle in my body is tensing with unwelcome fury.

Maya dismisses me with her hand and walks back to her seat. She picks up a meat pie and begins to nibble. “Don’t be so dramatic, Adom. She’s your mother, not the enemy.” She takes another bite of her meat pie, and the way her tongue catches some of the falling meat makes my cock twitch. She tosses her long hair over her shoulder. “Plus, I like her. She’s fun.”

Does she think this is a game?

I stalk over to her and grab her wrists. “You are foolish. She will hurt you. Do not get too close,” I whisper as I step in closer to her. “She’s a black Mamba—she bites with no remorse.”

Her breathing starts to get heavier in my ear. “She’s harmless. I know her type. It doesn’t feel good to have someone snap the thin line of control you have over your life, does it? How does it feel, Adom…to lose control of your surroundings?”

I turn and wave off the wait staff. They immediately leave the dining room. “As you see, I never lose control of my surroundings.”

I push my tongue into her mouth hard and fast. I have to consume her.How can someone so infuriating be so enticing at the same time?We fall against the dining room table and claw at each other. We lick, suck, and damn near fuck right there before I realize my mother will be back any second. I release her and stand up. She starts to walk away, but I reach out to grab her. “Not so fast—we’re going to bed. Where I can properly punish you for what you’ve done.”

She gives me a wild look. “You think I’m sleeping in your bed after what you did to me today? You’re crazy.”

I laugh. “You are just discovering that in this moment? You don’t sleep anywhere in this house except my bed.” She opens her mouth to protest and I place my finger over her lips. “Shh. I told you…I’m not letting you go.”

She narrows her eyes and pushes my hand away from her mouth. “So, I’m your prisoner again? Different continent, same shit! Except now you’re forcing me to sleep with you!”

I drop my voice very low. “Let me be clear. I will never force you to fuck me. You will beg me for my cock in the end. But you will be in my presence at all times, and that includes in my bed.” I pull her tightly to my body. “As I said, this is an intervention. The restrictions on your privacy and freedom are for your own good.”

Maya looks me in my eyes and swallows hard. Suddenly she slaps me.“‘You can’t push someone and then control where they fall.’There’s one of your precious proverbs—maybe you will now understand what a jerk you are being.”

I laugh and rub my cheek. “Perhaps I deserved that. Now, I will give you what you deserve. Come!”

I bend and place my arm under her knees and scoop her off her feet. I lift her to my chest and she nuzzles her head into my neck and wraps her arms around it. I take Maya upstairs, telling a servant along the way to place my mother in one of the bedrooms. I will deal with her in the morning.

Maya is holding onto me with complete trust.Maybe she is beginning to believe.Maybe she will eventually understand what happens upstairs may hurt, but it will end in her life’s pleasure. Sadly, the road to recovery promises pain far beyond my hands spanking her ass. But I will be there to support her every step of the way. Tonight’s session will prepare her for the journey.

Chapter Seven

Punishment

Maya

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