Calla #2
“Completely,” I said, stepping closer to them. “This isn’t about control or ownership. It’s about devotion, choice, and trust. About what we mean to one another.”
Amiyah’s lips parted as emotion flickered across her face. “Calla…”
The air in the suite felt charged, the kind of stillness that only exists before something sacred begins.
When I told them what the night was, their reactions nearly undid me.
Amiyah’s lips parted, her breath catching.
James froze, his eyes locked on mine. For a heartbeat, none of us spoke.
Then, without a word, they both lowered themselves to the floor, kneeling before me.
Not out of command, out of choice.
The sight of them there, heads bowed, bathed in the soft amber lighting, sent emotion rippling through me. There was power in it, but more than that, there was trust. They weren’t submitting to control; they were surrendering to love, to faith, to us.
My voice trembled as I said, “Look at me.”
When they lifted their heads, I saw everything I had ever wanted reflected back at me. Amiyah’s eyes were wet, her lips trembling with emotion. James' gaze was steady, full of quiet reverence. The world outside faded until all I could see were the two of them, grounded and waiting, hearts open.
I turned to the table beside me and picked up the two gold necklaces resting on the black silk cloth.
They shimmered softly, delicate yet strong.
When worn, they appeared as jewelry, elegant and understated, but with the right pull, they transformed into collars—symbols not of ownership but of devotion and connection.
They loved me, respected me, but most of all, they trusted me, and tonight was a symbol of love that let them know I would never take that love for granted.
I finally made it to them, my pulse echoing in my ears.
“This is not about power,” I said softly.
“It’s about love, about the promises we’ve made to each other without ever needing to speak them aloud. ”
Amiyah’s tears slipped down her cheeks as I stood before her. “You taught me what it means to feel safe,” she whispered. “To be seen, completely.”
My hand trembled as I fastened the gold necklace around her neck, letting my fingers linger against her skin. “And you taught me what it means to be soft without fear.”
Then I turned to James. He looked up at me, his expression a mixture of strength and vulnerability that nearly broke me open.
“You’ve held us steady,” I told him quietly. “You’ve been the calm when everything else has been chaos, you’ve shown me that with the right person, surrender is not defeat, it’s love unbridled.”
He swallowed hard. “You make me believe in peace,” he said.
I smiled through the tears that had started to gather in my eyes and fastened the second necklace around his neck, my fingertips brushing the back of his jaw.
When I stepped back, the two of them kneeling before me in perfect stillness, gold sparkling faintly against their skin, candlelight painting them in warmth.
“This moment,” I whispered, “is our promise, to walk together as equals, to love without fear, and to never let the world tell us that what we have isn’t real. We are bound, not by rules, but by choice, by faith, by love.”
Amiyah reached for James' hand, and he took it, their fingers threading together. The sight of them like that, joined and radiant in their submission, made my chest ache in the best way.
Finally, I sank to my knees between them, shock evident on their faces, pressing my hands over their joined ones. The three of us breathed in unison, the air thick with warmth and devotion.
“Your obedience and devotion are not accepted in ego or vain. I promise to love you both and always move with your best interest at heart, so much so that I want to give you this,” I said, handing them both an envelope.
When they opened them and started reading the contents, I saw their eyes well up with tears. Outside, the ocean kept time, each wave a quiet benediction.
“Calla, baby, I can’t accept this,” James said, choked up.
“Baby,” Amiyah said softly, “He’s right, we aren’t here for your possessions, only your love, we don’t need this.”
I’d taken the two-million-dollar insurance policy payout from my father’s death and split it amongst James and Amiyah.
I’d also made them executors of my estate and my beneficiaries in the event of anything happening to me.
We may not have a marriage license, but I made sure things were in place legally so that they, nor our child, ever have to want for anything.
“This is not about you wanting anything; it’s about taking care of you both the way I vowed to. We may not be legally bound by marriage, but now there are legal measures in place like we are, and the three of you will NEVER want for anything.”
By this time, Amiyah was full-blown crying.
James’ face was overcome with emotion. I kissed James like I couldn’t wait to take him hard and deep tonight before turning to kiss Amiyah in a way that said I would fulfill every fantasy she had, and here in this dimly lit moment, we sealed what we already knew.
We belonged to one another, not through claim or command, but through love freely chosen.
It was beautiful, it was holy, it was ours.
“The night’s not over, my loves. Go undress and I want you facing the wall, hands over your head against it, legs spread, and please don’t keep me waiting, if I make it back here before you, the punishment will be abundant,” I whispered as their lust-laden eyes looked into mine, seeing The Black Dahlia was here and ready to play.
“Yes, Mistress,” they moaned in unison as James helped Amiyah up and they headed to the back.