Page 12 of Choosing the Chief

Once we reach the bedroom, Adom sets me on my feet. I’m starting to sweat, my throat is dry, and my head is beginning to ache.I need something to take the edge off. I need my pills. I rub my eyes and practice the breathing exercise I learned in the one session of therapy I completed after Adom left for Ghana. Adom eyes me and nods knowingly.

“You think you need your medicine? You will be fine. By the end of tonight, your uncomfortable symptoms will pass for the night. You simply must do what I say. Remember, I will not push you further than you want to go, and we are not having sex. Now, strip down to everything but your panties. Do it now. It will take your mind off the discomfort.” He smirks and lifts my chin. “Because now I am the source of your discomfort.”

He’s got a point. This is the second time today Adom has demanded I strip. It’s not the demand that disturbs me. It’s my willingness to do it. I think I like it.He walks away pulling his shirt over his head. His muscled back gives me all the motivation I need to start undressing. I remove my silk maxi dress and realize that is the extent of my undressing. I did not wear a bra. I start toward the closet to hang the dress, but Adom reappears and asks for it.

“We will need this.” I look at him. He has stripped down to his black silk boxers.He is nothing if not consistent…does hewear any other type?He takes my hand and leads me to the bed. He sits on the edge and pulls me onto his lap. He gives me a deep kiss. “Do you trust me?”

I swallow and start to shiver. “Yes. I trust you.” He notices my shakes and pulls me closer. “The shakes will pass. I’m going to take you through a series of exercises to take your mind off the symptoms. This exercise is all about pleasure…and pain.” He pauses for a moment. “If you need me to stop at any time, your safe word is silk. Do you understand?”

A safe word? What kind of kinky shit is Adom about to expose me to? And why does he call them exercises? That sounds like work, not sex. But then again, he said we’re not having sex.I nod and continue to shake.

Adom places his hand on the side of my face. “Don’t focus on the shaking. Focus on my voice and my touch. Now, answer me, tell me you understand that your safe word is silk.”

I release a breath. “I understand my safe word is silk.”

He nods. His face is expressionless. “Stand up, turn away from me, and then drop to your knees.”

I do as he says. I glance back at him anxiously awaiting his next move. He takes his sweet time. He finally stands and scoops my long hair into his hands, pulling the curls up into a large bun at the top of my head. He reaches his hand down and pulls me to my feet. “Get on the bed and present yourself to me on all fours. Ass in the air.”

I climb on the bed and wipe the sweat off my face. I feel like I’m drowning in sweat.I need my pain medication. I push the thought from my mind and focus on arching my back perfectly for Adom. Suddenly, I want to please him.

First, I feel Adom’s weight on the bed and I am surrounded by his unique pepper and vanilla scent. Next, I feel cool silk passing through my thighs. I look behind me and realize he is using the silk dress I had on earlier to bind my legs together. I let out a small gasp. I’ve never done anything like this, but it is turning me on.

Once he finishes binding me, he sits up on his knees and begins to run his hands over my shoulders and back. He rubs me softly before inching down to my ass. I hear him squeeze something in his hands right before he places his hand gently on my lower back. A cool slickness coats his hands as he caresses my body. I tense with pleasure. Everywhere he touches begins to sizzle. Suddenly he brings his hand down hard on my ass. The slap vibrates through my whole body. “Adom, what the…” But he ignores me. When I look back, I am greeted with the same expressionless face.It’s like he’s in a trance. He slams his hand back to my ass.Pleasure and pain.

Finally, he speaks. “You’re such a bad girl, Maya. You don’t listen.”Slap. “Do you know how infuriating that is for me? All I want to do is take care of you.”Slap!“But you refuse to follow my rules.”Slap! Slap!“You are so defiant. Why?”Slap!“You seem to be intent on driving me insane.”Slap!SLAP!

All I can focus on is his hand making contact with my ass. I cry out.Pain. Pleasure. Pain.Every slap leaves me wanting more. I want his hands all over me. But he has different ideas.

“Touch yourself, Maya. I want that pretty pussy to come all over your hands and this sheet.” He blows on my ass and the mystery oil he rubbed into my skin heats up. The warming oil is yet another sensation to focus on, and I’m grateful. He licks my ass and slaps it again.Pleasure and pain.“Now put your fingers in your pussy.”

I lean down on my forearm for support and place one hand between my legs. I’m dripping wet. I ease my two middle fingers inside and rub my clit with my thumb. Adom is relentless—he spanks my ass raw. The harder he slaps, the tighter my pussy clenches around my fingers. It doesn’t take long before I come all over my hand and the sheets below in spurts like a geyser. “Adom!” I scream as I shake and shudder. His name becomes a prayer of forgiveness I say over and over again.

He releases my thighs from the silk dress tying them together and flips me onto my back. “Give me your fingers,” he demands. I surrender my moist fingers to him and he sucks them vigorously. “That’s not enough,” he growls. “Open your thighs!” Before I can respond, he pushes my thighs as wide as they can go until my knees are almost flat to the bed.

He dives in and sucks my clit. I shake with surprise. “Adom!”

He pays me no mind and continues without a word. I sit up on my elbows and watch him breathlessly as he expertly licks my slick folds and places his fingers inside me. It’s too much. I come again. He continues to lick my clit like it’s an ice cream cone and places open-mouthed kisses all over the inside of my thighs. He never stops pumping his fingers in and out of me. Without warning, my muscles tighten, and I succumb to a third orgasm. Before I can come down from the high, he pulls his fingers out and circles my clit with his tongue before sitting up and slapping my pussy with his hand. The shock of the slap sends my climax into overdrive. He slaps my clit again and I go into sensory overload. I think I’m going to explode. I try to hang onto the wave of climaxes that are overcoming me, but the orgasms are too much.

“Adom…Adom! Adom!!! Silk, baby…silk!”

He stops and immediately pulls me into his arms. I am trembling from the pleasure racking my body. My withdrawal shakes are gone. The yearning for medicine is gone at least for tonight.How long will this “rehabilitation” last?I don’t care, I’m up for it.

He holds me close and kisses me deeply as I ride through the remainder of my climax. As I lie against him, I can feel his hard cock, and even though I’ve already called it quits, I’m tempted to pull him into me.He has so much restraint. How is he still in control?

I nuzzle into his chest and savor the security I feel in his arms. I exhale and release my doubt, shame, and fear.He is my cure.

Chapter Eight

Renewal

Adom

Maya is mine. But she’s not healthy. In fact, she is far from it. The moment she came to me in the airport last week I saw it. The loose-fitting clothes hanging off a rail thin frame, the darting eyes, the inability to focus…she’s in a bad way, and it breaks my heart. It also leaves me in awe of her strength. She is still so strong willed and rebellious. She still makes me question my sanity every time she enters my space. She’s the only one that challenges my self-control. Before, I was concerned that loss of control would destroy my life. Now if I lose it, I won’t be able to save her. This is not the time for falling in love.This is the time to focus.

After our first night in the house together, we never really left the bedroom. Once the withdrawal symptoms started to hit her hard, I tried my damndest to help her through the worst of it. But the symptoms became so intense I had to call the doctor. Never in my life have I felt so worthless.

The vomiting and chills continued for two days straight, and I held her hair and cleaned up after her without complaint. Maya hates being pitied, so I did not allow the servants anywhere near our room. Those were the days I honestly thought she would die if she didn’t have her pills. I almost gave into her cries. But I never let her see me waver; when it became too much, I went into the closet and cried for the first time in over 20 years. I do not cry, so it was overwhelming.

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