Free Tempest by Shakir Rashaan Page B

amani.” The tone in her voice caused my heart to flutter. Normally, that tone made me comply without hesitation, but I had to stand my ground and concentrate on the service.
    â€œGoddess, please allow me to complete my task first. Once i am done, I will answer any questions You ask,” I retorted. I worried I might anger her further, but this wouldn’t work if she questionedeverything every step of the way. “You entrusted me to learn advanced aspects of service, and i am asking You to allow me to show You what i have learned.”
    Her facial expression changed, which eased my tension. “you may proceed, baby boi.”
    Energized by her blessing, I moved to the bar and made her an Amaretto Sour to enjoy while I performed my task. Upon returning to her, I caught myself staring at her luscious body in her bikini, taking in every curve, my fantasies coming to life in my mind. I forced myself to focus, reminding myself that this was about her comfort and pleasure.
    â€œYour drink, my Goddess.” I watched her eyes as they moved from the drink in her hand to take stock of the inventory I had for the service I was to perform.
    On the floor near the lounger she lay on were two towels, two washcloths, a basin sitting on top of an electric plate to keep the water warm, some scented soaps and lotions, sanitary wipes, two disposable razors, replacement tampons, a sheet of wax paper, a can of shaving gel, a small trash bag, and finally, a new bikini for her to wear.
    â€œMay i remove Your bikini bottom, my Goddess?”
    â€œYes, you may.”
    I pulled her bikini bottom down and over her knees, folding them and placing them out of view. I then carefully removed the tampon from inside her walls, taking care to use the sanitary wipes to catch any excess. I looked up and observed that her eyes were closed and her body was finally relaxing.
    When the tampon was disposed of and out of view, I spoke again, snapping her out of her trance for a moment. “This next step is going to feel a little hot, my Goddess. Please bear with me.”
    â€œMmmmhmmmm.” She was in her zone, exactly where I wanted her.
    I took the washcloth and the soap and lathered them in the basin. The water was at the temperature I wanted, warm enough to clean, but not hot enough to scorch her skin. I waited until the water was at the right heat level before I placed the cloth to begin cleaning. I started at her knees, undeterred by her flinching at the warm and soapy sensation on her skin. I moved up to her thighs, enjoying the scent of the soap and fighting through the arousal resulting from the aroma.
    I moved up to her waistline, washing over her belly button, smiling as her body moved in rhythm with the pattern I created, not realizing the movements enhanced my arousal. I maintained my focus, determined to suppress my urges until later, so I could release. The way her hips moved, it became an increasingly arduous task.
    By the time I took the washcloth to meticulously wash and massage her vaginal area, she was in heat. She lifted her head, her eyes moving to the source of her growing pleasure. I kept eye contact with her, breaking our connection only when I needed to wash the delicate folds of her labia.
    â€œMmmm, that feels good, baby.” She never took her eyes off me, moving her hands to caress my face. I kept to my task despite her gestures, slipping the warm cloth over her clit before pointing the cloth, with my index finger wrapped around the cloth, deep inside her.
    She gasped, instinctively grasping my forearm, trying her best to move my finger deeper inside. I resisted her attempts, grinning at her near desperation to have me make her come before my task was complete. Without another word, I gently took her hand andremoved it from my arm, getting back to my task of washing and massaging her.
    â€œDamn it, stop teasing Me!” I heard her demands and continued my work despite them, ensuring her labia and