Page 45 of Awakening
“You won’t have to fantasize my love, because I plan to be inch after inch deep in you tonight,” he whispered as he kissed me sensually before biting and sucking my bottom lip.
Watching her be adored, cherished, and worshipped, it didn’t sting; instead, it ignited a fire within her.
Ajaih glanced back at us, cheeks flushed and glowing, “Where’s Yanna and Dana?” she asked.
Caleb gestured toward the stage. “They’ll be here soon. You’re gonna want front row for this,” he said, looking at both Mav and me.
I furrowed my brow, “This?”
As if on cue, the lights dipped lower, the bass pulsing deeper, and the room suddenly became expectant. A woman in all black took the stage. Her voice sliced through the haze.
“Welcome, lovers and voyeurs,” she purred into the mic, “Are you ready to be pleased tonight?”
The crowd answered with eager whoops and applause.
She smiled, “Then allow me to present… Mistress Y and her good girl, Dana.”
Mistress Y had emerged first, all leather and power, heels clicking with deliberate grace, but it was Dana who stole the air from my lungs. The name hit like lightning. The spotlight flared. And there she was. Blonde. Bold. Completely fucking nude, the diamond leash glistened around her elongated neck. Her honey-brown skin shimmered under the lights as Mistress Y walked her outonto the stage, stopping only to take her place on her knees with her head lowered in complete submission.
My Dana.
My mouth went dry, and suddenly, I knew this night was about to rewrite every rule I thought I understood about desire, boundaries, and fate.
I didn’t miss the smirk tugging at her lips, making one thing very clear: she liked the attention. Thrived on it.
Every movement she made was poetry. Dripping in control and surrender as Mistress Y circled her like a hunter, trailing a leather crop down Dana’s spine, teasing her round, bare ass. Dana arched just enough to drive the crowd wild.
And me? I was wrecked.
My dick pressed hard against the front of my slacks, a slow, aching throb. I shifted in my seat, trying to play it cool, but Maverick noticed. His gold fangs flashed as he leaned close, voice low.
“Should’ve taken you up on that quickie.”
I groaned lightly, the smirk remained on my face, though my eyes never left the stage.
Mistress Y tugged her chin up, fingers threading through Dana’s blonde pixie cut, forcing her gaze to meet the crowd.
Our eyes locked.
She knew.
That smirk deepened.
She fucking knew.
Ajaih sucked in a breath next to me, no longer able to temper her arousal. Her hand slipped into mine under the table, her nails gently scratching my palm like she could feel every ounce of my tension.
The moment Dana opened her mouth and Mistress Y drizzled wine straight from a crystal decanter, slow and sensual, every drop landing on her tongue. Her lips closed around the stream like a kiss. Like a promise.
The crowd gasped.
I groaned.
She swallowed. Licked her lips.
And winked—right at me.
“The fucking wine lady,” I mumbled to myself as I tried to adjust my dick, my heart slamming into my ribs, both Maverick and Dana looking at me, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
