Page 33 of Choosing the Chief

Adom

It took all week, but I got back into Maya’s good graces. Once Ella was able to see visitors, Maya and I went to see her straight away. When Ella and I were alone, she advised me that all I had to do was keep her a part of my life at every juncture. I was happy to see that Ella was fine but hated that she would miss my installation as chief because she is on mandatory bed rest. I heeded her advice and it worked. I allowed Maya to take over the planning of my installation.

Maya managed my mother beautifully. She even kept my mother away from alcohol. I don’t know how to thank her for taking that burden off my shoulders. Well…I do know how, but she still won’t let me . At this point we’ve done everything but make love. My dick is about to start a revolution if she does not pay him some attention soon. I’ve never kissed and dry-humped so much in my life. Maya is definitely getting off in more ways than one. I have become the master of making her come without penetration. At first it was a challenge, but now it is torture.

I think she’s waiting for tonight. It is the first day of my installation festivities, and she has dropped hints the last two days that she has something special for me afterward. The first day is ceremonial, when I am officially installed. The second day is the celebration of my installation. It is a huge, fancy party.

But tonight is the night! My dick can hardly wait. All I want is her. Her bouncing on my dick. Her moaning my name. Her screaming for me not to stop. It’s been too damn long. Currently we are in Kumasi’s marketplace, and she is in her final fitting for tonight’s ceremony. I told her Mawuli would come to one of my homes and privately fit her for her dress, but she insisted on coming to the shop. I think she wanted to experience the market.

As I watch my longtime friend and royal seamstress, Mawuli, pull and tug fabric around Maya’s incredible body, I desperately wish I was her. My dick hardens when she smooths the fabric over her ass to ensure no space remains between the cloth and Maya’s skin. I grab theAfrican Voguemagazine she has in the sitting area and place it over my lap because my royal staff is ready to play.

“Adom, what do you think?” Maya’s voice takes me out of my head. She looks royal in the ivory and gold masterpiece. It fits her body like a glove. The ivory sheath hugs her ass tightly and remains fitted to her ankles. Spun in silk, it shimmers like the sun. The gold cape that Mawuli attached to the shoulders transform it into a work of art. Maya spins for me and the cape twirls with her. All I can think of is spinning her out of all of it and taking comfort in her arms. I’m tired. This installation is an elaborate but draining two-day celebration. I suppose if she can move past her fatigue, so can I.

“You look like a star fallen from the sky.” I stand up and walk toward her. I give Mawuli a nod and she leaves us alone. I kiss her hand. “How can you be so beautiful and also be mine?”

She chuckles and rubs my cheek. “You’re so dramatic. It’s simple: I took pity on you.” I nod in agreement and I also start to laugh.

“Yes, I guess you did.” I inhale her scent. She smells like a rose. “I was a miserable man before you moved in with me. Did you know that?”

She nods. “I did. The only reason I could stay with you and lean on you as long as I did was because I l knew you needed me, too.” I pull her into a kiss. I love her and something about this moment begs me to convey my love physically. I start slow and sweep my hand through her soft hair and find the sweet spot at the back of her neck. When I press the spot, she tilts her head back in preparation for my advance. I cover her face in small pecks before taking her mouth completely. Her tongue says hello and mine asks where it was hiding.

I take my time and explore every inch of her mouth. My tongue is whispering the sweet nothings my pride will not allow me to say, and I thank my lucky stars that she understands. Our embrace tightens as we tug and pull. I know my next movement will involve me ripping the silk gown off her body to take her on this floor. I quickly back away and pant. Her lips look ripe and plumped by my siege, and her hair is a tussled mess. She looks like she wants more. I close my eyes and stop looking at her before I throw caution to the wind and make her scream my name for every passing shopper in the marketplace to hear.

“Maya. If I touch you again, I will fuck you. The sad part is I’m not worried about us being in a public place. I’m more concerned that you will be upset if I ruin your gown less than 36 hours before tomorrow night’s culminating event.”

She places her hand on her chest and smirks. “So, no regard for my decency?”

I shake my head. “You will never be indecent. It is impossible. I’d prefer every person in the marketplace to know that I am the man that makes you come and scream in pleasure.”

She pats her hair in place and rubs her earlobe. She must have lost one of her diamond studs during our kiss. She bends down to find the stud and her ass beckons me to come forward and tap it. I can’t help it. I get there in two strides and smack her ass hard. She yelps, but before she can say another word, I land another slap on the opposing cheek. I stroke the new sting and land a third slap. I repeat the soothing gesture and once I complete the fourth round, I hear her moan and she straightens up a bit to grab her ankles. Oh, my princess is ready to play.

I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her. I lean down and whisper close to her ear. “Come. Let’s go to the dressing room and get you out of this dress.”

She pushes up slowly and turns to face me. “OK. But you can only make me come with your mouth. Your dick will not touch me until you are installed as chief of Tafo tonight. I have a matter I want to bring before his highness.”

The twinkle in her eye rouses my dick to attention. At this point, I’ll do whatever she asks. I grab her hand and gently pull her behind me toward the dressing rooms. If she wants to wait to fuck a properly installed chief, so be it, but she is about to come for Adom Annan the hedge fund founder who slayed her demons right now. Her pleasure is all mine.

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The start of my installation is an hour away, and all I can think about is the sounds Maya made earlier while grabbing my head between her thighs. Damn, that woman is sexy. I hold onto that thought, knowing if I manage to let it go, it will be replaced by the plans I have for her sexy ass tonight once the libations are poured and I am truly chief. I will my thoughts to the more serious occasion at hand—looking at the black cloth I must wear throughout the ceremony helps me do so. It reminds me of a funeral shroud. But I guess this is the proper color for this event in more ways than one.

My grandfather, the former chief, has died, and with him some of the old policies and tribal customs that have held Tafo’s economy and progress in a chokehold. It also symbolizes a death to my selfishness. For the first time in my life, I am dedicating my talents to something larger than me. Finally, the black represents a death to the hurt and resentment I held toward my brother, Kofi, and my mother. When I am allowed to officially wear the sacred kente, I will also be stepping into a new life, full of love, service, and Maya.

I hear a knock at the door, and I smile when Maya enters. She is radiant in her kente gown. I told her she did not have to wear a fancy dress tonight. The first night of the installation is ceremonial; tomorrow night is the formal celebration. However, she shushed me and told me to leave her wardrobe to her. So, I did. She smiles as she walks up to me and fusses over my black robe—a clear excuse to touch me. “Are you nervous?”

I smile and take in her slight touches and sweet smell. “No, impatient. I’m ready for all this pomp and circumstance to be over. I’m ready for you.”

She shakes her head. “You can’t be thinking about sex right now, and anyway, this installation is a two-day affair. Are you officially chief tonight, or is it tomorrow after the celebration?”

I grab her wrist and place a kiss there as the mischief reaches her eyes. “No more, Maya. I will be chief tonight, and this chief is shagging his princess until she can’t take it anymore.” I give her a small growl and place a love bite on her neck. Behind her, I see Senya standing with his arms crossed. He is trying to hold back a laugh with his fist pressed to his mouth. When our eyes catch, he speaks.

“Ahem, that can wait until later.” He walks over and waits as Maya and I untangle. Then he places a kiss on her cheek. “Maya. You look stunning. However, you were supposed to get our new chief so we can begin the installation. It looks like you were about to begin a different type of ceremony.” He arches his eyebrow at me and kisses Maya’s knuckles. He knows that I know that’s his move. He got it from Kofi.

“Aane,” I say in Twi as I remove Maya’s hand from his grasp. I give him a sharp look. “Maya, I will be out soon. Let me see what my brother’s runner has to say.”

Senya laughs. “Oh, I’m just a runner now? I’ll run your ass into the ground right now.” He throws a fake jab and we start to play fight, laughing in the process. It is actually what I need to lighten up. Maya throws me a wink and wave while sneaking out. When Senya and I finish our shenanigans, we straighten up.

“OK, Senya. Are they ready for me?”

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