Page 47 of Awakening
I laughed, tension cracking off my shoulders.
“Not to mention, our women are lovers. I’m talking about full-blown clit-to-clit, no dick involved, eating pussy like it’s their favorite pastime lovers,” Caleb added, causing us all to bust out laughing. “So imagine us sitting here judging y’all when we take great pleasure in other aspects of queerness. Let me be the first to tell you, y’all are safe here. Y’all are respected. And if y’all plan to be here for the long haul, y’all are family,” he finished.
Relief washed over me hearing that, and as I looked over at Maverick, I could tell the same was true for him. Now I wanted to address the other elephant that had been taking up space in my mind. “I actually met Dana earlier today,” I said, watching his face. “I didn’t know who she was at the time. It was a hell of a vibe, one I would love to explore. I mean no disrespect.”
He grinned, shaking his head. “She told me. Said you had that ‘I-cook-with-love’ energy. I ain’t even mad. Dana’s got good taste.”
I blinked. “You’re really cool with that?”
Ahmir leaned back, sipping his drink. “I know from Yanna that y’all are new to this lifestyle, and the biggest piece of advice I’d give you is that this whole poly life? Itdon’t work without honesty. Without respect. If I trust my woman, and she trusts me, and we all communicate? Shit, that’s real power.”
He gestured between us, “This? Right now? Four Black men chilling, sharing space, knowing we might all love the same women or love each other in different ways? Shit, it’s revolutionary.”
Caleb nodded, adding, “We were raised thinking love had limits. That pleasure had rules. And if it didn’t fit neatly inside that box, then it was wrong, but as I’m learning, that’s not true. Not when there’s trust. Not when there’s clarity.”
Ahmir looked me dead in the eye. “You don’t have to apologize for connection. Just make sure you always honor it. That’s what we do here. And when you do honor it?”
His smile slowly widened.
“It’s unbridled pleasure.”
I sat back, glass in hand, the nerves that had been raging in my chest finally softening.
Maybe this wasn’t just about sex or shared lovers, no, this was the beginning of something bigger.
Something I never believed possible until this very minute.
Upstairs, the vibe was different. Hot. Primed for pleasure and charged with need in a way that made my skin hum.
Dana was curled up in the armchair, still glowing from the show, her silk robe tied loosely at the waist, with her nude body underneath. Yanna stood at the vanity in nothing but a lace bralette and matching shorts, wiping off the last of her makeup like she hadn’t just brought the whole club to its knees.
I sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, trying not to squirm. Trying not to stare, failing miserably because Yanna caught my reflection in the mirror and smirked, “You’re quiet, that’s new.”
Dana chuckled, “Girl, don’t let her fool you. She’s probably still thinking about getting flipped inside out by her men.”
“Mmmm.” Yanna turned around slowly, hands on her hips. “I mean… can you blame her? Maverick and Knox? Hell, I’d be cross-eyed too.”
All three of us looked at the other before we burst into a fit of laughter, but mine faltered a little at the end, because she was right. They were flipping me inside out, emotionally, sexually, spiritually, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held.
But it wasn’t just them setting my insides on fire right now.
Yanna tilted her head. “What’s wrong, baby?” Her voicewas softer as she wrapped me up in her arms, kissing my neck.
I looked up at her, biting my lip, eyes full of brattiness as heat flared in my cheeks, “I—I want you to do to me what you did to Dana tonight.”
The room stilled.
Dana’s smile widened, slow and wicked as Yanna took a step forward, her eyes dipping low, then dragging back up like she was undressing me with just her gaze.
“You want me to dominate you, huh?” she asked softly.
I nodded, swallowing the knot in my throat, “Yes, Mistress.”
Something flickered in her eyes as her hand wrapped around my throat while the other dragged along the length of my body, gracing every dip and curve. “Did it make you cream watching me own someone else?” her voice low and sultry.
“Yessss, Mistress, so creamy and wet.”
“Good girl, I want you naked and collared,” she ordered, as I nodded my submission.
