Rowland, The Senators Son

Chapter 4 The Goddess and her Mountain

I am "Toka Ngiha" my name means Igneous Rock in my native tongue; Rock that emerges from the Volcano. I am six foot three inch, 300 pounds of Maori Warrior. In the service of my goddess as personal guard and driver for the past ten years known by the house as Toka (Rock).

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I take my goddess's hand to assist her to the back seat of the town car feeling the slight tremble. The hounds had been right that fucken shit state attorney had made his move and from the slight tremble of her hand threatened her.

I keep my thoughts to myself but fuck I just want pound the tutae (shit) out of him. Ekon her younger Hound had informed him via his ear piece that he had been man-handling her as they danced. If the honourable Mr Rowland Jeffers had not interfered there might have been a Maori blood bath right there on the dance floor.

No one handles my goddess like that - NO ONE.

I shut the car door, take a deep breath and walk around to the driver's side of the car and looked to where Rowland Jeffers still stood strong. Looking like the Tāne Mahuta a giant kauri tree native to the Waipoua Forest of my island home. I nod my respect and thanks for the care of my goddess and get into the car.

"Home please, Toku" her sweet voice is light.

"As my goddess wishes," I answer.

She only waits long enough for us to drive out of sight before speaking again. "Why were my hounds watching," she asks.

My goddess's words catch me off guard.

Tutae (shit) they should have known they couldn't fool her.

"Well." I look to the rear-vision mirror only to be pierced by eyes that dance with irritation.

"They only found out that the New York State Attorney was going late today and ...." my words cut off.

"Without my permission," her words raised the hairs on the back of my neck.

God she is pissed, hope those fucken hounds don't want to sit down for the next few weeks or even worse, I hope they can cope with her silence until she is ready to punish them. My goddess quiet, is worse than any other pain her hands can inflect.

None of her house ever wants to see her upset but he knew they had been right.

Checking the rear-vision mirror again "Ah fuck they are in deep, deep tutae now she is sporting one of those smiles the one I recognise as her enjoyment and their torment.

Her voice is back to that of the seductive siren "Don't Worry."

Ah tutae, I might have not had to worry but the hounds they are absolutely fucked both metaphorically and literally, but I will keep that little nugget to myself.

I could tell her that this is what happens when she refuses to take another Prime to control her house but I am not that stupid. She has trained me well.

Before long we arrive back at the warehouse and are greeted by Boy, personal body servant to the Goddess, no hounds in sight.

May be they are not that stupid.

I remove my shirt exposing my chest for the enjoyment of my goddess. Then position myself as she desires on the over-sized lush couch and just await her pleasure.

"Boy, tell the hounds they are dismissed until I call," she instructs.

Yes, she is really pissed off. I know Lance has experienced her displeasure before but Ekan, he is new and young this will be a true test of his devotion to her especially if she wants to go to an event without them.

She walks with Boy to her sleeping chamber, no one but boy is ever allowed in there. He helps her to change.

For once the warehouse is clear, no other worshipers, trainees, wood be servants or slaves.

She emerges from chambers hair streaming free down her back her face now clear of war paint exposing her true beauty. She is dressed in simple silk sleeping pants and matching singlet top, no bra.

I love her breasts I could worship them for the eternity of my existence and still not get enough of them.

She dismisses Boy "Breakfast at 7 am."

Boy is shocked but leaves without another word.

This is the side of the Goddess that only I see only I am the one privileged enough.

She walks over too me places her forehead to mine and we touch noses the intimacy of the contact of her skin to mine more than arousing but I am not here for that.

I open my arms and she crawls onto my massive lap to be encased in my protection, my adoration and my love.

I have no jealousy toward the others of her house it is not permitted but this part of her is mine. I am "her Toku" her rock, the rock that supports the feet of this little Goddess an honoured position in her house.

She turns her face into my chest as if to breathe in my scent as I am intoxicated by the fragrance of rose oil and her exquisite essence.

"Goddess..."

She brings her fingers to my lips she knows I am about to defend my brethren guardians of her house.

"I know they were trying to protect that is their designation but he would not have gotten that close to me if I had known he was there"

She gingerly lifts the side of her singlet and pulls the sleeping pants aside showing her hip the action reveals angry red finger prints fast turning into bruises.

I know she will not show the bruises to the Hounds but she should. There is no manipulation or guilt tripping in her house and the punishment of her silence and absence in their lives will be enough.

I sigh and swallow hard, given opportunity he is going to die. No one handles any woman like that and especially not my Goddess.

Again knowing my thoughts, clever little Goddess who the fuck am I kidding, she always knows my thoughts.

"No, you will not kill him, I will" her words are hard.

Yes, that State Attorney is fucked; he just had not been stuffed in a casket yet.

I smile.

"Yes, as my goddess wishes" I answer.

She snuggles into my warmth and I draw a blanket around her and she sleeps.

This is the ultimate service to my goddess,

I guard her dreams.

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