Keywords:

Tayn: (pron; tain i.e rain): Very intoxicating flavor of burwa (caramel and vanilla).

Kip: a soft type of fabric used to make couches in Gaso.

Loqa: (pron: low-kay) A massage done with a type of oil (troo oil) that was rubbed on the skin as an aphrodisiac.

•Surayya

We ended up staying in Bunisa for a few extra day to cool off as Najma was left to watch over Kindo, finally assuming her position of Queen and asserting power in place of the absent king. She couldn't have loved it better. I was sure.

Everything was back to normal. Not everything but at least Sanusi wasn't angry at me anymore. Things are still weird because he now pities me. He often comes to check in on me to know how my holiday is going and if I needed anything.

I can't say I didn't enjoy it but he was smothering me and I needed a way out which he or Bala couldn't give me. We'd had a conversation about my smoking and I promised him I would stop—as usual I stayed lying to the people I loved—myself as well.

Today was the same as the day it happened. I remembered it as if I'd just taken his life. No one knew his name or family so taking him to the bottom of the sea was never going to haunt us in the future but I'd stained their hands with his blood too—accomplices they were—murderers by extension.

I lock my door this time and answer Ruby's call. He adds Hafeez, Lara, Nazeeha, and Dana to the call. We talk for about an hour and I was grateful Nazeeha didn't mention what happened in Gaso to them.

Everyone began to leave the call, one by one, as they were already busy before Ruby called. Nazeeha stays back after so they went off and I just knew what he first question would be.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes Nazeeha."

"Greg told me you haven't spoken to him since that day. What did he do? He wouldn't tell me."

"It's in the past."

"It must've been serious for you to call me to take you home."

"Let's talk about this another day." I cut the call and grab my cup and prepare my burwa with some of the remaining tayn I got from Greg.

I needed the almighty high.

An email comes in with a link from the module leader about our timetable. I go to check and complete my enrollment for the classes before heading out.

I then realize I have no friends because I haven't ever lived here long enough to have friends so I go back to my room and slam my palms against the save slave button, summoning two slaves to the door of my room.

I move to my brana and turn it on to play some music while I undressed slowly to the tunes of Rayba Tro; a famous Kindoni singer. On the plush Gasodi kip couch I laid naked, waving a finger for them to come towards me.

"You take the fan." I command the first one and tell the second one "Give me a loqa."

One reaches for the fan and begins his job while slave number two waited for me to adjust myself on the large couch.

I hold myself up with my elbows holding me up on the chair and my legs hanging right above my ass.

I feel him position himself on my back, his knees on both sides of my waist. I brace myself with an exhale of breath because I knew it would get intense from  here. Sanusi would kill me but I really needed it. It lasted longer than the effects of my burwa.

He pours the troo oil on my back and begin rubbing my back and slowly he glides it up and down. He squeezes the bottle again and lathers more to his hands and to my ass and to the back of my laps.

He massages the area—squeezing, pressing and all the things I could've wanted. Loqa was an art only few mastered. It was rumored to have caused orgasms for a few women.

He returns his focus to my back and he rubs his hands in circles beneath my shoulder then brings his hands to the side of my breasts.

He touches them slowly, for measure, to see my reaction —whether I was comfortable with it or not—but my silence should be an answer. I wasn't ready to complain, the vibration I felt under his touch was slowly making me feel a little crazy.

"What's your name?" I ask lazily.

"Jox."

He takes his hands below to cover my breasts with both hands and he spreads his fingers open to massage the lumps of flesh in his hands.

At this point, I didn't want a loqa. What I wanted was to get high on my Burwa while he fucked me to oblivion.

"Jox you're going to bend me over on this couch." I commanded lazily.

He got off my back and stood before me. I watched him touch the button of his trousers and slide his hand down the front of his trouser without cutting the eye contact that held me captive to his will.

"Bring me the burwa." I smile, stretching out my hand.

He drops the cup before me and puts the pipe in my mouth, ignoring my hands in the air and licking his lips—they were trained for this as upper slaves—one of his jobs was living as a walking thirst trap.

As a teenager I heard that they were selected based on how fit they were as men and how voluptuous a woman one could be.

"A princess shouldn't have to suffer."

I almost felt bad, it wasn't his choice to serve me or not. My wishes are his command but he didn't make it feel that way. He was enjoying teasing me as much as I wanted to please him. Something was definitely wrong with me but I knew this was the beginning of a lovely secret alliance.

"That doesn't mean you should suffer." I drag him towards me and uncurl my legs to touch the floor.

He stood in between my legs, smiling. His eyes stare at my body shamelessly, Jox was about to give it to me like I dreamt all these years and I was overexcited to the point I jumped to my feet.

His large hands held my neck as he kissed me deeply. I grew tired standing on my toes to reach his face and he noticed so he carried me off the ground and sat on couch with me on him, still kissing.

It was simple, plain and not wild at all. He caressed and groped—I stretched your hand to take in another blow of the smoke into my system. It had me feeling warm and my head a little fuzzy but I couldn't get the high I was seeking so I got up and pulled him up too.

He touched my face looking worried. I'm sure he thought he did something wrong but I didn't feel anything after the kiss and I wondered if it was me who was doing something wrong.

I kissed his palm and pulled his trouser down, positioned my back in an arch and said "Pretend it's your first time and I'm your bondswoman."

He held my waist and pulled my ass backwards then stopped abruptly "If you feel any pain tell me to stop."

I nod and the next thing I remember was screaming. It was really all a blur. I was sweaty, sore and all I thought of was how I couldn't recover from the ripples my body felt from feeling him inside me.

We rest our backs on the couch, breathing slowly with our hands intertwined. In some ways my goal has been achieved but suddenly I think of Greg and if he had anything to do with shifting the body into the forest. He was the only person I told before coming home. It had to be him. I had no choice but to call him, I needed an explanation but was he going to give it to me? 

Jox watched my hand disentangle from his with a impassive eye. He neither spoke nor  moved. He stood up immediately and dragged me towards him. What he did next, I didn't expect. His arms wrapped around me in a kind, warm hug. My heart beat fast against its cage, tears rolled down silently onto his shoulder as I sniffed. I didn't know when my head began to hurt or when I lost my breath.

Soon I realized I now needed not the company of both men so I sent them off to battle it out with my feelings with the help of my intoxicating pipe and the skeletons in my disgraceful royal cupboard.

We haven't spoken since I left his house. It's been weeks—hell, a month maybe—I knew Greg would be waiting for my call, he was remorseful of his actions but was I ready to speak to the man that was the catalyst to my addiction problems?

Regardless, I pick up the phone and his answer shocks me.
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-Aisha SafiyanuXO💚