Page 77 of Awakening
“Yes—” I responded, not sure what to call her.
“Empress A,” she responded.
“Yes, Empress A,” Yanna answered.
Moving with a sense of urgency, Yanna and I headed to the dimly lit playroom, crimson and gold draping the walls like a sultry dream. The sway of the ocean syncing perfectly with the energy in the air. The furniture was custom-built, sturdy, and sensual—made of leather, wood, and silk. One wall was a mirror, another had hooks, restraints, and a velvet-lined cabinet.
And Ajaih?
She stood at the threshold in that same red leather harness, her body glistening with confidence and her favorite subtle sweetness body oil. She looked like a goddess ready for a sensual war, hungry for what was hers. Her gaze roamed over me, and I swear I could feel it, like she was touching me without laying a single hand.
Yanna was already on the chaise, legs crossed, eyes dark with interest. She looked at me like she knew all my secrets and was just waiting for them to pour out under the weight of Ajaih’s command.
The others trickled into the room, taking a seat, refusing to miss what was about to take place. Knox was sitting offto the side, chest rising slowly with each breath. He held a glass of something amber in one hand, and desire was etched all over his face.
Ajaih finally stepped into the room, her heels clicking on the polished wood floor. She circled me like a lioness, dragging the flat of her palm down my back, over my ass, stopping at my hip.
“You think about me like this, Mav?” she asked, her voice like velvet with an edge. “You fantasize about me taking control?”
I swallowed hard. “Ye—Yes, Empress A.”
“Good.”
She pulled a silk blindfold from her wrist and tied it around my eyes, slow and deliberate. The world went dark, but my body lit up like fire, feeling every sound, every breath, more clearly.
“You belong to me tonight. Both of you.” Ajaih’s voice cut through the air like velvet over steel, commanding, sultry, and soaked in certainty. I barely had time to breathe before the shift of bodies filled the room with the scent of arousal and leather. The soft creak of the harness being adjusted, the wet snap of latex, the rustle of Codie’s moving, every sound cranked my anticipation up another notch.
Then her breath brushed the shell of my ear, her fingers teasing the back of my neck, “On your knees.”
I dropped like my body had been trained for it. The cushion on the erotic lounger dipped under my weight. I didn’t even have to look up to feel Yanna’s presence, warm, feminine, sin incarnate, sliding beside me like she was born to devour.
Fingertips danced down my spine, trailing fire as theywent. I shivered, muscles tight with restraint. Then I felt her. Yanna. Her fingers caressing my face, her lips brushing my temple. Above me, I heard them kiss. Wet. Slow. Possessive.
“I want him to feel everything,” Ajaih said.
“Mmm, he will,” Yanna purred, voice already heavy with hunger.
I moaned without shame, leaking and aching. My dick twitched, glistening with pre-cum, and Yanna didn’t miss a beat.
“Can I taste him, Empress?”
Ajaih must’ve nodded, because seconds later Yanna’s mouth descended on me like a fucking blessing. No teasing, no warm-up, only a hot, eager throat, swallowing me whole until my tip kissed the back of her throat. I was seeing stars behind the blindfold.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned, hands clenching the cushion, hips jerking forward before she locked me in place with both hands and a low growl from her throat. She gagged herself on me like she liked it messy. I just knew she had spit bubbling at the corners of her lips, her moans vibrating against my shaft.
And then I felt it. The thick press of Ajaih’s strap-on against my lower back. She grabbed my throat, yanking my head back as her saliva entered my open mouth before she sealed it with a nasty kiss that pulled a moan from the depths of my soul. I heard the sharp click of a bottle opening.
I gasped as lube poured down the crack of my ass, warm and thick. Her fingers smeared it generously, spreading me with slow, lazy circles that made my knees wobble.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered, throat tight with anticipation.
“Tell me your safe word, baby,” Ajaih murmured, fingers dipping inside me, curling.
“Bl—Blue,” I stuttered, hips twitching as she fucked me with her fingers while Yanna choked on my dick.
“Good boy. Fuck, I love how tight you get when you’re waiting for me.” Her voice was filled with worship and wickedness all at once.
When she pulled her fingers out, I whined, actually fucking whined at the loss of our connection, but the tip of her strap-on was already nudging my rim.
