Page 46 of Awakening
“I met her earlier at a bistro where I was having lunch and we ended up talking, having wine, flirting, and exchanging numbers,” I whispered to Maverick and Ajaih, “But I had no idea she was the Dana you’d been talking about. I would never disres—,” before I could finish the sentence, Ajaih wrapped her soft hand around my throat and whispered, “I can’t wait to watch you plow in and out of her pretty little pussy, Baby,” kissing my lips before turning her attention back to the stage.
Maverick chuckled, biting his bottom lip, “Well damn.”
Mistress Y didn’t waste time as she slipped behind Dana, one hand wrapping possessively around her throat, the other pulling her tighter by the waist. Her voice coiled around the room.
In a sensually low, commanding tone laced with the intimacy of the moment, she spoke. “Let them see how you fall apart for me.”
Dana’s breath halted briefly, her spine bowing like her body already knew what was coming. Mistress Y’s fingers trailed down her front, slow and deliberate, slipping alongher bare skin inch by inch, revealing the trembling bloom of Dana’s need. Her thighs quivered as Mistress Y’s fingers dipped between them, Dana’s head falling back against her Mistress’s shoulder in a silent plea.
I couldn’t look away.
Dana's mouth parted, her eyes half-lidded, wholly given over. Mistress Y toyed with her dripping wet pussy, drawing slow circles, deep strokes, keeping her on the edge, pushing her higher, then pulling her back with a wicked smile.
Ajaih exhaled a moan beside me, her thighs shifting as Maverick’s hand eased under the split of her dress, stroking her core softly, as moans and pants escaped her lips, both of them just as entranced as we watched, bound by the sight of Dana unraveling, her body dancing to Layanna’s rhythm.
“Beg for it, like a good girl,” Mistress Y whispered against her ear, the mic picking it up, letting everyone hear Dana’s trembling whimper.
“Please… Mistress. Please let me cum. I’ve been such a good girlllll.”
Layanna smiled, her aura the complete representation of sex itself as she pressed two fingers inside Dana, her thumb circling the peak of her swollen clit. Dana’s body jerked, her breath a broken sob. The sound she made was music; the rawness was sweet, shattering.
“Ahhhhhhhh, Mistress, pleaseeeee. I’m so close, please, push me over the edge. I need you to unleash my pleasure,” she continued to beg.
“Let it go, NOW,” Mistress Y demanded, smacking Dana’s ass with her free hand as she continued to twist her fingers in and out of her drenched canal.
Dana’s climax rolled through her in waves, legs shaking, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream. The crowd erupted in applause and moans of their own, but I was still locked in place. Every inch of me burned.
Mistress Y held Dana through it, whispering praise, kissing her temple, letting her fall into the high.
And just before the lights faded, Dana turned her head, eyes finding mine once more. That smirk returned. She knew exactly what she’d done to me. As I was only beginning to understand what I’d walked into, all the love and pleasure I could stand.
After a much-needed night at Provocateur, we decided to head out. I couldn’t stop replaying it, Dana, coming undone under Layanna’s touch. It was like she was under her spell, entranced and happy. This night was forever seared into my memory. Passion and need burned hot behind my eyes, in the tight ache of my body, the thrum in my chest.
We didn’t go home; instead, we opted to head to Dana and Ahmir’s place and use the opportunity to get better acquainted.
The night air was cool, the drive quiet but charged, like no one wanted to break the spell. Twenty or so minutes later, we pulled up to a beautiful modern house. The outside didn’t begin to do the inside any justice. The warmth I felt stepping inside let me know this was a place filled with love and a lived-in luxury you can’t fake. Nosooner had we stepped inside than Dana kissed Ahmir and Caleb as Ajaih kissed Maverick and me, causing me to finally let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Y’all relax,” Dana said with a grin, “We’re gonna slip into something more comfortable.”
She and Ajaih headed upstairs, Layanna’s thick, enchanting ass trailing behind them with a knowing smile. I watched them go, watching the sway of their hips, and the jiggle of her ass as they disappeared up the steps.
I was in trouble.
The rest of us made our way to the den. Drinks were poured, cigars passed around, and the space shifted from seductive to something more chill, filled with familiarity and comfort.
Ahmir sat across from me in olive colored slacks and a dress shirt of the same color, his locs pulled into a bun. His legs were slightly open, and his body language read as if we’d known each other for years. Caleb was beside Maverick, both of them deep in a conversation about sports and coaching philosophies.
I lit my cigar, took a slow drag, and tried to relax, but the nerves were still there.
Over the years, I’d curated a close circle of friends who I knew loved and adored me. The world had progressed, but not nearly enough to throw caution to the wind when entering new spaces as a queer black man. Maverick told me that Ahmir was a surgeon as well, and that he’d always seemed cool when it came to patients. Aside from that, they had very little interaction, so I sat there wondering if they'd look at me differently. At Maverick? Two men in love with the same woman and each other? Would they be open to us being part of what they are building?
Ahmir caught my glance and leaned forward.
“You good?”
I nodded, then shrugged, “Just didn’t know what to expect. Thought maybe it’d be awkward. Mav and I being lovers, I mean. As queer black men, we never know what to expect from others,” being transparent.
Ahmir barked a laugh, loud and warm, “I feel you fam, but you and Maverick being together ain’t even close to the wildest thing we’ve seen.”
