Page 48 of Awakening
Dana shifted, voice low and silky, “Knox is fine as hell, too. And now that I know who he is… I want to explore what that chemistry could be.”
“Please do,” I murmured, breath catching, “He’s like a slow burn in your favorite book; the anticipation will drive you insane, but when he finally touches you, it’s like he knows your body before you even ask.”
Dana groaned, “Say less.”
I laughed, then hesitated.
“There’s something else.”
Yanna moved closer, kneeling in front of me, as she spread my thighs, rubbing her fingers between my stickypussy lips. “Tell me.”
I looked between them, heart pounding, “Watching Maverick and Knox together... it turns me on so fucking bad. Like, aching turned on. Clit pulsing turned on. The way they touch each other, care for each other, it’s beautiful, and so fucking erotic. Y’all, I keep fantasizing about pegging them. About being deep in them and stroking them in missionary until they cum all over my stomach.”
Dana raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”
“I think about it all the time,” I confessed, my voice barely a whisper, “I just—I’m scared to tell them. What if it’s too much?”
Yanna reached for my hands, squeezing them gently, “Baby, if there’s one thing you should know by now, it’s that nothing about your pleasure is ‘too much.’ And if those men love you the way I know they do? They’ll listen and fulfill every want, need, and fantasy you have in and out of the bedroom.”
Dana nodded, her eyes shining, “You deserve to explore everything that turns you on. Without shame. Without limits.”
And in that moment, I was reminded why I was so in love with these women. They not only listened to me, but they also reassured me that the things I wanted and needed were never too much.
Dana headed downstairs to join everyone else, as I did asI was told, lowering to my knees, allowing Yanna to place the collar and leash around my neck.
“Look at me,” her voice sending goosebumps across my body as I looked into her beautiful eyes.
“I love you. I’m in love with you. I need you to know just how proud I am of you. How much joy it brings me to see you explore yourself, get comfortable in your skin. You are exactly who you think you are. Strong, beautiful, resilient, and awakened,” my eyes watered as my best friend and lover spoke life into me as I surrendered myself to her, reaffirming the safe space she and the others had provided me with no conditions.
“You are Ajaih Jeffries, and every good thing coming to you, you deserve,” she finished as she kissed me passionately, tears making their way down my flushed cheeks.
“I love you so much, Yanna,” I whimpered, wiping my tears as we prepared to go have some fun.
I could sense the mood in the den was sultry, perfect for what was about to unfold. The music was low, laughter soft, the kind of vibe that pulled people deeper into comfort and anticipation.
Caleb, Ahmir, Knox, Maverick, and Dana all turned toward the sound of heels clicking on hardwood, and as we appeared in the doorway, everything stopped.
And then Yanna stepped into the room, holding a leash.
At the end of it… was me, completely nude. Exposed. Vulnerable. Turned on.
Head bowed. Skin flushed. Every inch of me humming with awareness. I felt the weight of their gazes like a slow burn against my skin. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from surrender. From the delicious thrill of being seenthis way.
Yanna’s voice slid through the quiet, steady, and smooth, “Tell them why you’re like this.”
I lowered to my knees, the cool floor grounding me.
My voice came out softer than I expected, but it didn’t waver. “Because I asked for it. Because I needed to give up control. Because I trust her to bring me to the edge, and hold me there.”
A collective breath swept through the room. Something electric moved between us all: desire, awe, curiosity, but most of all, arousal.
Yanna circled me.
Once.
Twice.
Testing me to see if I would break my submission to her. I kept my head bowed and eyes lowered, feeling her fingers trailing down the slope of my back, not touching me yet, instead letting me feel her presence.
