Page 37 of Choosing the Chief

Devotion

Adom

I’m relieved. It is the final night of my installation. Maya and I have been going non-stop for almost 48 hours. Last night, after six hours of charges and speeches from our ten cherished Ashanti chiefs, I thought the night would finally end while I had some energy. Then my brother, the king, decided to give an hour speech to close the festivities and bestow upon me the official kente garment. I was surprised because his speech held much sentiment. My favorite line was, “Secrets kept us from being brothers for the past 36 years, now duty and love of country will bring us to the truth together.” I’m hopeful that is truly the case.

Maya and I were so exhausted we crashed into bed without a word. Tonight, I refuse to let that happen. We will leave the celebration at a decent hour to have time to for our own private celebration. I have neglected Maya’s beautiful body far too long. Now, we are in a car preparing to arrive at the Manhyia Palace for the grand party celebrating my appointment as Tafo’s chief. I look over to my right and stare at her stunning profile as she reads emails on her phone.

She has started consulting with the university again and has decided to work on a research project about the Ashanti while she is in Ghana. I am glad she is easing back into her life. At first, I worried her interest in work would pull her away from Ghana and back to her life in Atlanta, but now I see she has successfully united the two. Every day, she does something that makes me realize that she is the person I can trust with my heart and life. She will always have my back and never hide the truth. That latter fact alone makes me want to dedicate everything I am to her.

When we arrive, I wait for our doors to be opened and rest my hand on her wrist. The gesture draws her attention and she puts her phone away.

“I’m sorry,” she sings. “It’s still business hours in Atlanta, and I had to get out a few emails so that I can give you my undivided attention for at least the next 24 hours.” Her voice drops low. “I think I will need that much time alone with your sexy ass in order to stem the tide rising in my body for the past week.”

My laugh comes in an easy rumble. I pull her closer and rub my knuckles alongside her jaw. She leans into my touch.She is so ready.“Princess, all you had to do was ask and I would have satisfied any and all needs you have. It was your idea to wait until I was chief before we made love again. I was ready the moment we made up. It has been torture without your long beautiful legs wrapped around my body.”

I pull her closer and bite around the diamond decorating her earlobe. “When I get you alone tonight, I am going to feast upon your sweet pussy until your essence become my signature scent.” I push loose curls behind her ear and trace it with my tongue. “When I come around, the people will say, ‘wow, the chief smells like heaven has come to settle on Earth.’”

She breathes heavily in response, and I smooth the ivory silk fabric covering her thighs. I know she is wet between them. I am only in my kente, so it would be nothing to send the drivers away and take her in the back of this limo. But we would never properly get her back into the gown Mawuli designed for her.It will have to wait.I sit back and smile at her. “Do not worry, we will not stay here a minute longer than we absolutely have to.”

She beams in relief. “Thank God. Because I’m ready to rip this dress off and ride your dick all the way back home.”

I release a full growl. My dick is rock hard. “I will make sure you keep that promise Dr. Maya Taylor.”

I grab her hand and a knock on the window of the limo alerts me that the doors are about to open. When they do, I step out first. From the cheers and gasps of the crowd, I know the people are pleased. I catch a glimpse of my form against the black car when I turn around to reach back for Maya.I really do look like a chief.From the kente cloth I am wearing to the gold and leather headpiece sitting upon my head, I look more like a celestial judge of this world, not a human inhabitant. Maya follows me in her ivory gown and gold cape. She wears it like a second skin, and the moment she is seen, the women squeal. He hair is framing her face in a bounty of tightly spiraled curls that look like a halo. I’m glad Ella talked her into going with bold red lipstick. It was such a big deal the two of them spent two hours Facetiming about it. Maya looks confident, and as we enter, I know I am lucky to have her on my arm.

Maya and I spend the night accepting gifts and well wishes before we dance the night away. As we finally prepare to leave, I take a moment to reflect on all the people that have been there for me throughout this process. Kofi could not attend because he wanted to be home with Ella, but he has ushered me into this new role like a true brother.

Tonight, my mother is in her element, schmoozing and boozing. However, I must admit her alcohol consumption is no longer the problem it used to be. She has become more of a social drinker, and even now she is monitoring her intake. She has hovered over me since the moment my grandfather passed away…it is odd that she has avoided Maya and I all night long. I hope she does not think I still mean the things I yelled at her when I asked her to leave my home. I was wrong, but I needed to devote everything to Maya’s healing and my mother was a wildcard I could not afford to have around. I was scared of what might happen. I need to properly apologize to her at some point.

Senya is doing what he always does, protecting us. He refused to let anyone else drive Maya and I home tonight. I could not bring myself to ravish Maya’s body on the 90-minute drive home with him on the other side of the partition, so I let her sleep instead.She will need her rest.

I watched Senya move around all night and give one order after another to staff. I also watched him dance with Abena Owusu beneath the scowl of her father. Clearly, he is not pleased with Senya’s infatuation with his daughter. However, neither Abena nor Senya seemed to care one bit. Senya looked as happy as I have ever seen him. Later this week, I will make sure to check in and ask him if there is anything I can do to help him with that situation.

Once Maya and I make it back home to Accra, we are silent as we undress each other. There is no fanfare or grand declarations of love. There is no dirty talk and no promises of sexual expertise. Instead, I put the sounds of Fela Kuti on low as I unzip Maya’s dress and kiss every inch of her from the base of her neck down to the cleft of her fantastic ass. I kiss the back of her knees and rub her ankles just because I love her, and just because now I can. Once I have her in just white lace panties and a bra, I break so she can have a turn.

Maya pushes my kente off my right shoulder and unlatches the hidden hooks inside the garment. Once it falls and pools to the floor, she kneels down to place light kisses on each foot. When she arises, she rubs her hands over every inch of my body as she stands up and whispers once she reaches my ears. “I want to wash your feet; I have a basin prepared in the bathroom. Come.”

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I follow Maya into the bathroom. I’m so mesmerized by her ass in that white thong. I’d follow her straight off a cliff. Once we’re in, I see a chair that’s more fit for a throne room than our bathroom. On the floor in front of it sits a gold basin with hot water steaming from the bowl. Next to the basin are various vials of bath oils and soft fluffy towels. I also spy a small plain stool where she will sit.She planned all of this for me.Instinctually, I start to take my black silk boxers off, but she reaches over and grabs my wrist.

“No chief, you are to do nothing until I say. As a matter of fact, you are not even allowed to touch yourself unless I tell you to. Your body is mine. Do you understand?” She cocks her head to the side and waits for my response. I decide to play her way.

“I understand, princess.”

Maya looks down at my painfully protruding dick and licks her lips. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.” She presses her body against mine and rolls her damp center against me. A moan escapes from the back of my throat and she silences it with a kiss. The kiss is eager and imploring. While her tongue stakes its claim, I remember her rules. She said I cannot touch myself.She said nothing about me touching her. I place both my hands on her ass and squeeze. I slowly begin to lift her off her feet. I press her so far into me that for a moment we are one Black body seeking ecstasy.

She pushes away from my mouth. “Put me down.”

I obey.

Maya places her hand into my boxers and seizes my dick. She strokes it with soft consistent hands giving strong strokes until I melt into compliance. I’m too far gone to control anything right now. She rubs my precum over my dick to lubricate her new toy. As she slides her hands back and forth with alternating pressure and speed, I growl. “Is your plan for me to explode all over your hand?”

She gives me a sly smile and abruptly removes her hand. My boxers snap back into place, but I remain entranced. “No,” she says shaking her head. With both hands, she snatches my boxers down to my ankles. “I want you to step out of these and sit on the chief’s seat.”

I obey.

As she approaches me, she takes her bra and panties off. She sits on the stool in front of me and opens her legs wide so that I see every inch of her wet ass pussy.She lifts my left foot and stretches my leg out. She lifts off the stool and kisses from my knee to my toes, allowing her breasts to brush down before placing my foot in the basin. By the time she finishes with my right foot, I’m ready to erupt. She speaks her next command.

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