Page 43 of Enigma
“Do you understand me?” I asked as I leaned forward, tongue kissing her with all the passion coursing through my body.
“Yes, yes, YOURS, I belong to you, you own meeee,” she screamed, her orgasm snatching her soul as my spine tingled and I joined her in euphoric bliss.
“FUCK,” Caleb grunted as we looked to see his load shooting all over his hand and stomach. Pulling him to me, I licked and swallowed every drop as I kissed Ajaih deeply.
Ahmir had fucked Dana into submission after I did and was now removing the restraints so he could carry her to bed for some aftercare and sleep. After wishing them a goodnight or early morning, Caleb and I untied Ajaih and prepared to do the same. Living in the moment, living without labels, and judgements had made for an amazing day and night.
L’Indulgence had been the much-needed getaway that we didn’t know we needed as couples, as friends, and as adults who worked hard. The rest of the trip had been filled with relaxation, sex that was otherworldly, and exploring all the resort had to offer, and even some sightseeing outside of the resort. I can definitely see us making this an annual trip and possibly exploring some of the sister properties in other countries. It had been several weeks since we returned from vacation, and the busy schedules we had managed to pause had picked up where they left off, resuming with a vengeance. The interview with Malaya Abrams remained a hot topic in the media, prompting other outlets to reach out for interviews, but Yanna and I declined. Anything you needed or wanted to know, and everything we were willing and wanting to share, was done with Malaya. So many celebrities made the mistake of not knowing when to stop sharing their personal lives, and then got frustrated when the fans and media felt entitled to them. I wasn’t one of them. When Maria was alive, we vowed to always maintain a level of privacy for ourselves and our children, as it allowed us a sense of normalcy. Much to the dismay of my agent and Jay, it was also why we’d come back to Winston Hills after I retired; it was home, and I wasn’t the superstar athlete and mogul the world knew me as, I was just Caleb Black, who’d spent his summers at the Boys and Girls Club.
The newfound fame and following the interview brought to Layanna could have been overwhelming, but she handled it with grace, not that I expected anything less of her. Her social media had gone from thousands of followers to half a million in a matter of weeks. Instead of cowering from the exposure and intrigue, Yanna used it to advocate for the medical causes and charities she was passionate about, seeing a massive boost in their donations to help children suffering from heart and lung problems. Yanna had enlisted the services of my team to ensure that brands reaching out to work with her were paying her fairly and that the contracts weren’t cluttered with language that could cause her any legal headaches in the foreseeable future. Ultimately, she decided to use her platform to work with black brands, especially those owned and operated by women. She’d agreed to be a brand ambassador for a black woman-owned scrubs brand that specialized in comfortable, stylish scrubs for plus-size medical professionals.
After the interview, my father’s reputation and even his company had taken such a huge hit that the shareholders were scrambling to sell their shares and jump ship because it was sinking quickly. Because I’d cut my parents off financially and my father was now entangled in the legal mess he’d created with me and Yanna, he couldn’t afford to buy the shares back to become the sole or even majority owner of his company, BlackSphere Technologies. Watching the one thing he actually loved and treated well crash and burn didn’t bring the pleasure I’d hoped for, instead it made me realize just how fucked up he was because everything and everyone he was supposed to love and cherish he attempted to destroy, influencing my decision to go to family therapy with my mother and siblings finally.
The first three sessions were hard; they brought me to tears, not realizing how much anger and resentment I’d been holding for them. I’d been penalized my whole life for doing what was right, and that was honoring my mother by not ever being a pawn in my father’s betrayal. My mother had made no excuses for what she allowed Sr. to do to me over the years; she owned that she was weak and allowed fear of failure and judgment to dictate how she moved. She had isolated herself from her family and friends, so leaving Sr. meant she had nowhere to go and nobody to turn to with three kids in tow. I was in a space to acknowledge that therapy was forcing me to humanize my mother, to see her as a woman who had given a man 100% of herself, her love, and her trust and the only return on that investment had been her children because in every other aspect of their marriage he had been bold and brazen in his absence, betrayal, and harm. A cataclysm of emotions surged through me to hear that not only was my father verbally, emotionally, and mentally abusive, but there had been several instances of physical and sexual abuse in their marriage that she hid and kept silent to protect me specifically, because had I known, I probably would have killed him.
Learning that my mother distanced herself from me, Maria, and the kids as a defense mechanism to protect us from Sr. was sobering. My mother believed had she fought to come around he would have made sure to be there as well, making sure we never gave her the courage to leave him, so she stayed away and watched us thrive from a distance, kept up with the media coverage of my career, talked to Calil and Calla to see how the kids were doing. I spent so many years believing she was weak and so in love with my father that she was willing to put up with any bullshit he dropped at her feet, when the truth was she had thrown her body, mind, spirit, and soul in front of my family and me to protect us.
As we were sitting in therapy, I was listening to my mother and siblings talk, but mentally I was so far away because I needed to get something off my chest, and I was feeling my eyes water.
“Momma, Calil, Calla, I apologize” I blurted out, causing everyone to stop talking and look at me, “I tried to protect you, Calil, and Calla from Sr. but I failed, I let my ego convince me I was better than y’all because I expressed my disdain about who he was outwardly, never realizing I put us further in harms way. Anytime I was defiant or misstepped by calling Sr. out on his shit, he would take my defiance out on the house,” the tears finally running down my face. My mother wrapped her arms around me as we sobbed together, realizing the man who should have loved us wholeheartedly had gone the distance to break us.
“Bro, we love you, always have, and always will. The only person who should be apologizing is Sr., he made our lives hell, you and Momma’s more than mine and Calla’s, but hell nonetheless. Cal, I would love for us to get closer as a family unit and work through this trauma shit together. I want a better future for us, and it can start today,” my brother spoke, wiping his tears as he wrapped his arms around me.
Calla joined in and hugged us both as she cried, too distraught to talk.
“We gone be good, I promise from this day forward we gone be stronger, better, and love harder,” I spoke while rubbing Calla’s back, “Before Maria passed she told me the door wasn’t closed for us as a family and just to be open to healing when the time came,” I cried even more thinking about my wife, I missed her daily, still thought of her daily, even cried when I was alone at times.
I visited Maria in hospice one night and thinking she was incoherent and babbling, she told me that my family and I would find our way back to each other and that she was the love of my life for this chapter of my life but the love I encountered in the next chapter would set my heart, mind, and spirit free. It seemed her words were ringing truer by the day. After a very heavy but freeing family therapy session, I was ready to go home and see the women I’d grown to love and care for deeply.
Making it home, I was so mentally and emotionally drained that my only plan was to shower, eat, and have a drink. Healing was a tremendous amount of work. I see why niggas stayed toxic. Pulling through the gate, I saw Yanna and Ajaih’s cars parked one behind the other, bringing a smile to my face. Entering through the garage and making my way to the kitchen, I saw Yanna standing at the stove in a tank top and panties, stirring something that smelled absolutely amazing. At the same time, Freckles sat on the counter in her panties and sleep shirt, laughing at something Yanna had said. Over the last few weeks, Ajaih had been spending a lot of time with us until her place was ready, and she’d become more comfortable and vocal with us, both in and out of the bedroom. She had been intimate with both Dana and Yanna, allowing Ahmir and me to watch and even touch her if we were present, but that was as far as it had gone. Ahmir and I made sure to give her the same princess treatment we gave Yanna and Dana, mentally, emotionally, and materially. We asked about her days, her feelings, and things she loved and was passionate about. We’d even taken her on dates without Yanna and Dana. Ajaih was extremely funny, and I could see how she and Yanna had become and remained best friends for decades. She was loving, attentive, and affectionate. She’d taken to rubbing my head when we would lie around and relax, and she couldn’t keep her hands off Yanna. I think she’d been in love with Yanna for a long time and was relieved to finally be able to express it outwardly and have it reciprocated in kind.
“Damn, it smells amazing in here.” I walked to the stove, wrapping my arms around my fiancée and kissing her neck gently before stepping over to a waiting Ajaih, whose lips were puckered as I kissed her soft lips. I was caught off guard when she deepened the kiss, making my dick hard.
“Freckles, you better stop kissing on a nigga like that if you don’t want your legs pinned back while I dig you out.” I stepped back to gauge her and Yanna’s reaction to my comment.
“That’s what she wants, Daddy,” Yanna said casually as I looked at Ajaih with an eyebrow raised.
“Oh yeah, Freckles? You have to tell me what you want like a big girl,” turning her face to meet mine as I stood between her soft, thick thighs.
“I’ve been wanting and waiting for you to deep stroke me,” her words sure and tone confident.
“What changed to make you want me in that way?” My hands eased up and down her thighs as I awaited a response.
“I wanted more time to observe the dynamic you and Yanna have with Ahmir and Dana. So many couples say they’re polyamorous, but it’s usually a matter of time before jealousy and mess show up to ruin what could be great. I’ve had enough relationship drama to last a lifetime, so I wanted to be sure this was truly a situation where I could enjoy myself, learn from the four of you, and not lose my best friend in the process. I’m very VERY attracted to you and Ahmir both physically and mentally. The kindness and intimacy you both have shown me and continue to show me without expecting anything in return makes me so wet,” lust evident in her voice and body language as she scooted to the edge of the counter and wrapped her legs around me.
“When I slide in this fat little pussy I’m not sliding out until I paint every wall,” slipping my fingers inside her panties, stroking her wet, hardened clit gently.
Her hands grabbed my shoulders while she was grinding against my fingers as Yanna came behind me, unzipping my slacks and freeing my hard dick. I knew I was supposed to be telling them about my therapy session as we enjoyed dinner, but it would have to wait.
“Mmmm, this needy little pussy needs some dick, Daddy, pleaseeee,” she begged as Yanna stroked the precum from the tip of my dick.
Sliding her panties to the side, I pushed every inch inside Ajaih, taking her breath away.
“Breathe through it, Baby, be a big girl and take that fat dick,” Yanna spoke, leaning in to kiss her slightly parted lips.
“Mmmmmm, Caleb, I feel so full, oooooooo,” she put her hands on my stomach.
“Move your fucking hands and take this dick,” I gritted as I grabbed her hands and put them behind her back and dug that pussy out just like I said I would, “This pussy so tight and wet,it fits perfectly around this dick, fuckkkk.”
