The Token – Mastered by Passion


The layer of panic had never cloaked their village so darkly.

The patriarchs of both the Habu and Batata clan met with their sons and topmost officials. “The news of the raids have spread wide. The next settlement to be struck seems to be the Wambe village. They have sent for help. We have to heed their call.”

The consent around the room was unanimous. But then Ikaka Habu turned to his old comrade Banjo Batata. “My friend, this is not your concern and we can’t ask you to risk your safety in this way. As the king has directed, my sons and I will join with the best warriors and help with these raids and kidnappings. You should return to the Western lands and let them know of this just in case the trouble spreads.”

Banjo was shaking his head. “You dishonor me if you believe I would turn my back when I can be of help. I will send for more fighters from our homelands while I join in ridding our lands of this scourge from the foreign attackers.”

There was much back and forth, till Banjo finally agreed it would be prudent to return to their western kingdom and warn of the strange raids. In addition, he promised to return with a sizable army to help with the cause.

Preparations for the Batata’s departure began, as well as readiness for the Habu’s to join their fellow warriors to head for the nearby villages to face the intruders, before the threat reached their own lands.

“We will leave many warriors to guard our homestead while we are gone, so you need not worry,” Ikaka was saying to his young wife some time later as they met in her quarters.

Saleya felt relieved at such reassurance. Knowing that the grown men of the family would be leaving for battle soon had unsettled her somewhat. Much as she was glad that the Batata’s were at last ending their visit, she still worried about the latest news.

“I’m more concerned about you, going out to battle at such short notice,” she whispered, turning to her husband with a wavering smile.

“Don’t be, dear wife,” Ikaka said, gathering her curvy, petite frame into his muscular arms. “I will have my able sons with me. And we’ll be back before you know it. We must let these intruders see that we will cower beneath them. We will fight to protect our own.” Continue reading “The Token – Mastered by Passion”

The Token – In Word and Deed

He’d asked her what she wanted, so she told him the truth.

“I want what you want,” she said, voice husky yet sure. She looked up slowly as the words spilled from her lips like honeyed ribbons. “That is what I desire the most; to do all in my power to serve your every command. I want to please you and only you, my lord.”

Ola could see Danga’s eyes darken to black at her soft declaration. She held his gaze without flinching while inside, she quaked at the heated coals of his stare.

“Come here.”

His voice was an alien rasp that sent cold and hot shivers down her smile. Ola didn’t rise to her feet but instead moved ahead on her hands and knees, closing the distance between them while never breaking eye contact. The moment she reached him, he amazed her by how swiftly he moved – lunging forward and grabbing her wrist to tug her unto him.

“Ohh!” Ola exclaimed, shocked to find herself pressed hard on top of him, his hand on the small of her back holding her in place. She squirmed, unable to explain how heat became liquid and coursed like quicksilver through her system. She stared down into his face and was lost within the inky pools of his hooded eyes.

“Don’t move,” he said, and Ola instantly stopped her panicked writhing. The fates save her! Every inch of him felt like burning steel underneath her slighter, softer frame. Unknowingly, her hands had lifted to brace against his broad chest and she wanted to spring away as if stung. Ola didn’t even want to process why his sudden closeness had her breath torn from her.

“Sweet little bird,” Danga said almost thoughtfully, lifting a hand to smooth his fingers down her cheek. “Do you even know what it means to please a man like me.”

“I want to learn.” Ola’s voice was a mere whisper. She watched as his eyes followed the path of his fingers trailing down her throat to skim across her shoulder blades.

Her audacity unnerved her but this was her survival instinct kicking in. Danga was the center of her universe in this moment. Only he could save her. And only he could break her.

He chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. “You’ve already learned much since the last time we were alone in a room,” he noted with amusement. “You’re no longer afraid of me, for one.”

Wrong, thought Ola. And yet she said, “The only thing I fear is doing something to anger you – or being unable to fulfil your every wish. Once I saw that I was given to you tonight I knew exactly what I needed to do to prove my eagerness to submit completely to you.”

“Hmm,” he said lightly, stroking his fingertips back and forth on her bare arm as his downcast lids hid his inner thoughts. Danga’s casual, almost absent-minded touch ripped a sensuous hole within the base of her stomach and Ola almost couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

His next words imprinted on her brain like a branding iron.

“That’s just the thing you first need to understand,” Danga murmured. “No one ‘gives’ me anything. I take what’s mine. And you, Ola, are indeed all mine from tonight. Whoever tries to interfere with that again will not be forgiven. No one toys with my property, not if they want to live.”

Ola was unable to hold back a bone-deep shiver. He looked up to spear her with those compelling black eyes. Crushed to him as she was, with her breast flattened against his chest and an unmistakable evidence of his arousal jutting into the crevice of her trembling thighs, Ola knew she was mere moments from discovering the extent of being claimed by Danga – in word and deed…