Chapter 22 Knox #2
“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.
No sooner 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.”
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?
It don’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.