Tempest by Shakir Rashaan

inner walls were thoroughly cleansed. She grew more irritated by the moment, trying to keep from screaming at me. “Didn’t you hear Me, amani?!?! Stop teasing Me and make Me come!”
    â€œi’m not teasing You, my Goddess.” I lied, but I kept my composure even though my insides were shaking and I wanted desperately to give in to her impassioned demands. “Please, please allow me to finish my task.”
    Her eyes widened, no doubt surprised at my restraint. A smile crept across her lips as she lay back in the lounger, giving in to what her body felt without another complaint.
    The next move would cause more of a stirring inside of her.
    I took the shaving gel and began lathering. The coolness of the gel caused her to jump again, but she quickly adjusted, letting a moan escape her lips. I covered her nether region before I took the razor to shave her.
    My Goddess already kept herself bare down there, but during her cycle she let it grow to keep the irritation to a minimum. I found that out from my sisters because they were bound by House protocol to do the same thing. Thankfully, shamise was willing to be my guinea pig while tiger walked me through shaving her. She was so impressed by my work she made sajira get shaved, too.
    Those two were easy compared to our Goddess, and they knew it.
    I took my time, keeping the blade warm and clear of hair as often as I could with the heated water in the basin. Long, slow, smooth strokes, wiping the blades clean, and repeat. I kept the steps in my head until her mound was as smooth as satin and clear of any hair.
    I nearly wanted to take a picture and send it to tiger, but I decidedagainst it. I was sure my Goddess would be gushing about this experience until she couldn’t anymore. That alone was worth the effort.
    The lotion would truly put my headspace to the test. Whenever I gave her a massage in the past, I immediately went into subspace, struggling to keep my head out of the stratosphere until the actual massage was complete. My body-worshipping fetish kicked into high gear the moment I took the lotion and massaged it into her skin. tiger had warned me about this part when I’d told him about my subspace triggers, and even had coached me to think about other things to delay the trip.
    Easier said than done…
    My fingers moved with the grace of a figure skater across her flesh, and I soon got lost watching glow from the sheen of the lotion. From her thighs, to her calves, then up and across her hips before finally moving across her pubic area, I found myself unable to delay the trip no matter what other thoughts I tried to use.
    The aroma of her essence mixed with the lotion was enough to make me stop and beg her to let me make her come. Her body gave away her heightened sexual peak, and I wanted to put her out of her misery, but I had to finish.
    â€œGoddess, i’m about to insert the fresh tampon now.”
    She sat up at my announcement. I noticed the slight trepidation at my next step before she lay back into the lounger again, closing her eyes to prepare for the insertion. “you may continue, baby boi.”
    Despite her want to simply feel for me to insert the tampon in, she lifted her head and met my eyes again as I took my thumb and index finger and spread her lips. Her eyes narrowed as I slid the tampon deep inside her womb. She moaned and gasped as it disappeared, leaving only the string.
    I inhaled her scent again, tempting myself, torturing myself, as the aroma filled my lungs.
    My defenses were weakened to the point to where she could have commanded anything and I would desperately succumb and comply without another moment’s hesitation.
    Goddess must have felt the desire on me. “Lick My pussy, baby.”
    â€œYes, my Goddess.” I was too far gone to care that I’d given in. Pleasing her was my only priority.
    I concentrated on her clit, knowing that as sensitive as she was while on her cycle, she could