couldn’t, we’d meet again to discuss our options, see if we could find another. I’d kill her before I sold her into slavery, but I hoped it didn’t come to it.
Amy got out of the car, saw me, and came flying into my arms. She could usually work from home, but her company occasionally required she spend a week in their Memphis office. I’d missed her so fucking much, and I hugged her hard before pulling back and kissing her with everything I had, spreading her lips, pressing in with my tongue. Amy let me take control, let me own her, control her. She’d missed me, too, and she needed this as much as I did.
Nathan came out on the front porch and I felt her stiffen, though she didn’t end the kiss. She’d never do anything so dominant, with me. Not even when the King of the Lions stood on our front porch.
“It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you everything later, but for now, you need to know he’s earned not only my respect, but my trust.” I looked into her eyes, my finger under her chin so she wouldn’t look down. “I need you to give him your trust and respect, too, simply because he earned it from me, and you love and trust me. Can you do that, please?”
“Of course, Jess. I’m yours, and if you belong to him, then so do I.” She kissed my chin, snuggled into me again, and then walked to him, her eyes on his bare feet. She went to her knees at the bottom of the steps, the perfect picture of grace and submission, and said, “Your Majesty, I hope everything here’s to your liking. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make you more comfortable.”
Ten minutes later, the three of us were in bed, my mouth on my lover’s cunt, bringing her to orgasm as the King of the Lions fucked me doggy style, not lion style, and with no barbs tearing me to pieces. We eventually all came together, and then cuddled in a big pile on the bed. I’d been given permission to call the Amakhosi by his first name in private, and I didn’t know if that included our time with Amy, so I called him Sir, though she stuck with Master and Your Majesty.
I gave Amy the highlights of our dilemma with Becca, and she looked to Nathan a split second, and back to me. I was about to tell her she could feel free to speak her opinion when Nathan touched her chin so she looked at him, and told her, “Jessica and I will be running the pack together. I know how close the two of you are, and I look forward to spending more time with you. If you have an opinion or an idea, I know you’ll always be respectful when you give it as a suggestion, and I trust you’ll use good judgment of when to speak up and when to be quiet.”
I felt her relax as she said, “Thank you, your Majesty. Becca needs to feel good about herself, and needs to be responsible for something. I know lions like to do the impregnating thing sometimes, to assert ownership. It might work for her to go home with you long enough to get pregnant and give birth, and then come back here, if she still isn’t settling in there. With a child, I don’t think she’d try to gain control as she did before, Your Majesty.”
He kissed her forehead and said, “I’m not of a mind to bear a child by her, but I value your opinion, and I think you were brave to offer it.”
* * * *
When Amy and I said goodbye to the Amakhosi and Becca the next day, I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before saying, “I forgive you, Becca. When our King first arrived, I wanted to throttle you for bringing our little pride to his attention, but we’re lucky to have such a wise and caring monarch. The pride here will no longer have to deal with one lion after another coming to town to try to take the reins. We’re going to be okay, here, and I hope you’ll come to terms with His Majesty, in due time.”
She nodded, her eyes sad, and I realized she’d start crying if she spoke, so she was choosing to stay silent.
I gave a small bow to Nathan and told him, “Thank
Amy got out of the car, saw me, and came flying into my arms. She could usually work from home, but her company occasionally required she spend a week in their Memphis office. I’d missed her so fucking much, and I hugged her hard before pulling back and kissing her with everything I had, spreading her lips, pressing in with my tongue. Amy let me take control, let me own her, control her. She’d missed me, too, and she needed this as much as I did.
Nathan came out on the front porch and I felt her stiffen, though she didn’t end the kiss. She’d never do anything so dominant, with me. Not even when the King of the Lions stood on our front porch.
“It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you everything later, but for now, you need to know he’s earned not only my respect, but my trust.” I looked into her eyes, my finger under her chin so she wouldn’t look down. “I need you to give him your trust and respect, too, simply because he earned it from me, and you love and trust me. Can you do that, please?”
“Of course, Jess. I’m yours, and if you belong to him, then so do I.” She kissed my chin, snuggled into me again, and then walked to him, her eyes on his bare feet. She went to her knees at the bottom of the steps, the perfect picture of grace and submission, and said, “Your Majesty, I hope everything here’s to your liking. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make you more comfortable.”
Ten minutes later, the three of us were in bed, my mouth on my lover’s cunt, bringing her to orgasm as the King of the Lions fucked me doggy style, not lion style, and with no barbs tearing me to pieces. We eventually all came together, and then cuddled in a big pile on the bed. I’d been given permission to call the Amakhosi by his first name in private, and I didn’t know if that included our time with Amy, so I called him Sir, though she stuck with Master and Your Majesty.
I gave Amy the highlights of our dilemma with Becca, and she looked to Nathan a split second, and back to me. I was about to tell her she could feel free to speak her opinion when Nathan touched her chin so she looked at him, and told her, “Jessica and I will be running the pack together. I know how close the two of you are, and I look forward to spending more time with you. If you have an opinion or an idea, I know you’ll always be respectful when you give it as a suggestion, and I trust you’ll use good judgment of when to speak up and when to be quiet.”
I felt her relax as she said, “Thank you, your Majesty. Becca needs to feel good about herself, and needs to be responsible for something. I know lions like to do the impregnating thing sometimes, to assert ownership. It might work for her to go home with you long enough to get pregnant and give birth, and then come back here, if she still isn’t settling in there. With a child, I don’t think she’d try to gain control as she did before, Your Majesty.”
He kissed her forehead and said, “I’m not of a mind to bear a child by her, but I value your opinion, and I think you were brave to offer it.”
* * * *
When Amy and I said goodbye to the Amakhosi and Becca the next day, I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek before saying, “I forgive you, Becca. When our King first arrived, I wanted to throttle you for bringing our little pride to his attention, but we’re lucky to have such a wise and caring monarch. The pride here will no longer have to deal with one lion after another coming to town to try to take the reins. We’re going to be okay, here, and I hope you’ll come to terms with His Majesty, in due time.”
She nodded, her eyes sad, and I realized she’d start crying if she spoke, so she was choosing to stay silent.
I gave a small bow to Nathan and told him, “Thank
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