Maverick #2
Bora Bora didn’t look real. I’d only read about places this beautiful, this scenic, this whimsical.
The moment we touched down and stepped out onto the private dock, it felt as though the world had cracked open and revealed a dream.
Crystal-clear water in every direction, a soft ocean breeze that smelled like jasmine and salt, and colors so vivid it was like God had oversaturated paradise.
But the villa? That was something else entirely.
Our private beachfront escape looked like it belonged in a billionaire’s daydream: four bedrooms, all with ocean views.
A private chef greeted us with cold hand towels and mango-lavender juice.
The bar was stocked to suit everyone’s needs, top-shelf everything, and they told us it would be restocked daily, as if we needed that kind of temptation.
There was even a massage pavilion tucked into the edge of the palms that held two stunning Polynesian masseuses on standby. I had to keep reminding myself we weren’t filming a music video.
But I think the thing that made my jaw drop the most wasn’t the floating candles in the pool, or the outdoor showers, or even the playroom hidden off the far wing of the villa, equipped with padded walls, ropes, cuffs, silk throws, and a cabinet that made my throat dry.
No, the most breathtaking thing was the people I came here with.
That night, after we’d unpacked, showered, and let the salty air seep into our bones, we all gathered on the terrace for dinner. The chef laid out a menu rooted in French Polynesian culture:
Poisson cru in coconut milk, citrus, and chili, roasted taro and sweet potatoes with hibiscus salt, grilled mahi-mahi with a tamarind-lime glaze, crispy duck breast with mango chutney and island greens, complete with Tahitian vanilla crème br?lée served with caramelized pineapple.
Knox was in culinary heaven, even taking to his phone to take notes and see how he could incorporate the flavors into Olive this was command, this was her switching.
I looked down at her, breath caught halfway in my chest.
“Sit,” she told Yanna as she smirked and did just that, lips parted in anticipation.
Ajaih stood between us, one hand on my chest, the other caressing Yanna’s jaw, her voice dropping an octave.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Then her mouth was on mine, hungry, claiming, pulling a groan from the base of my spine.
I felt her thigh press against me, and it took every ounce of self-control not to melt into her touch right then. Around us, I could hear the sharp intake of breath, the subtle rustle of someone adjusting in their seat. They were watching, and I didn’t give a fuck, I welcomed it.
She kissed Yanna next, slower, deeper, fingers tangling in her curls.
When Ajaih pulled back, her gaze locked with mine. “Strip.”
My knees almost buckled as I stood in the center of the room, stripped completely bare, my heart thudding like tribal drums in my chest, my dick so hard it nearly hurt.
“You and you,” pointing at Yanna and me, “Playroom, on your knees, now.”
“Yes—” I responded, not sure what to call her.
“Empress A,” she responded.
“Yes, Empress A,” Yanna answered.
Moving with a sense of urgency, Yanna and I headed to the dimly lit playroom, crimson and gold draping the walls like a sultry dream.
The sway of the ocean syncing perfectly with the energy in the air.
The furniture was custom-built, sturdy, and sensual—made of leather, wood, and silk.
One wall was a mirror, another had hooks, restraints, and a velvet-lined cabinet.
And Ajaih?
She stood at the threshold in that same red leather harness, her body glistening with confidence and her favorite subtle sweetness body oil.
She looked like a goddess ready for a sensual war, hungry for what was hers.
Her gaze roamed over me, and I swear I could feel it, like she was touching me without laying a single hand.
Yanna was already on the chaise, legs crossed, eyes dark with interest. She looked at me like she knew all my secrets and was just waiting for them to pour out under the weight of Ajaih’s command.
The others trickled into the room, taking a seat, refusing to miss what was about to take place. Knox was sitting off to the side, chest rising slowly with each breath. He held a glass of something amber in one hand, and desire was etched all over his face.
Ajaih finally stepped into the room, her heels clicking on the polished wood floor. She circled me like a lioness, dragging the flat of her palm down my back, over my ass, stopping at my hip.
“You think about me like this, Mav?” she asked, her voice like velvet with an edge. “You fantasize about me taking control?”
I swallowed hard. “Ye—Yes, Empress A.”
“Good.”
She pulled a silk blindfold from her wrist and tied it around my eyes, slow and deliberate. The world went dark, but my body lit up like fire, feeling every sound, every breath, more clearly.
“You belong to me tonight. Both of you.” Ajaih’s voice cut through the air like velvet over steel, commanding, sultry, and soaked in certainty.
I barely had time to breathe before the shift of bodies filled the room with the scent of arousal and leather.
The soft creak of the harness being adjusted, the wet snap of latex, the rustle of Codie’s moving, every sound cranked my anticipation up another notch.
Then her breath brushed the shell of my ear, her fingers teasing the back of my neck, “On your knees.”
I dropped like my body had been trained for it. The cushion on the erotic lounger dipped under my weight. I didn’t even have to look up to feel Yanna’s presence, warm, feminine, sin incarnate, sliding beside me like she was born to devour.
Fingertips danced down my spine, trailing fire as they went. I shivered, muscles tight with restraint. Then I felt her. Yanna. Her fingers caressing my face, her lips brushing my temple. Above me, I heard them kiss. Wet. Slow. Possessive.
“I want him to feel everything,” Ajaih said.
“Mmm, he will,” Yanna purred, voice already heavy with hunger.
I moaned without shame, leaking and aching. My dick twitched, glistening with pre-cum, and Yanna didn’t miss a beat.
“Can I taste him, Empress?”
Ajaih must’ve nodded, because seconds later Yanna’s mouth descended on me like a fucking blessing. No teasing, no warm-up, only a hot, eager throat, swallowing me whole until my tip kissed the back of her throat. I was seeing stars behind the blindfold.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned, hands clenching the cushion, hips jerking forward before she locked me in place with both hands and a low growl from her throat.
She gagged herself on me like she liked it messy.
I just knew she had spit bubbling at the corners of her lips, her moans vibrating against my shaft.
And then I felt it. The thick press of Ajaih’s strap-on against my lower back. She grabbed my throat, yanking my head back as her saliva entered my open mouth before she sealed it with a nasty kiss that pulled a moan from the depths of my soul. I heard the sharp click of a bottle opening.
I gasped as lube poured down the crack of my ass, warm and thick. Her fingers smeared it generously, spreading me with slow, lazy circles that made my knees wobble.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered, throat tight with anticipation.
“Tell me your safe word, baby,” Ajaih murmured, fingers dipping inside me, curling.
“Bl—Blue,” I stuttered, hips twitching as she fucked me with her fingers while Yanna choked on my dick.
“Good boy. Fuck, I love how tight you get when you’re waiting for me.” Her voice was filled with worship and wickedness all at once.
When she pulled her fingers out, I whined, actually fucking whined at the loss of our connection, but the tip of her strap-on was already nudging my rim.
“Oh my god, fuck me, Empress, please…”
Ajaih growled, “You better fucking take me, too, baby.”
And then she sank into me, inch by thick, pulsing inch.
The toy vibrated just enough to make my toes curl.
My mouth opened in a soundless scream as my body was stretched open and claimed.
She didn’t stop until her hips were flush with my ass, her hands gripping my waist like she owned every breath in my lungs.
Yanna gagged herself on me again, one hand snaking underneath to fondle my balls while the other rubbed my lower stomach in slow circles like she could feel the twitch of my orgasm building.
Ajaih began to move. A slow pull, followed by a firm thrust, she repeated the dance, the pressure relentless. I was in a state of pleasure that was both maddening and fucking divine.
“You’re mine, Mav. Say it.” Her hand wrapped around my jaw, forcing my head up.
“Yours,” I panted, sweat dripping down my back, “I’m fucking yours.”
I could hear Dana’s moans as an orgasm shook through her body, having no clue who or how she was being brought to her release, only finding added pleasure knowing she was.
Ajaih leaned in and bit my shoulder hard, marking me, owning me. “Good fucking boy,” she moaned, picking up her pace, her hips slapping against my ass with filthy wet sounds that filled the room.
Yanna sucked me like her mouth had a mission, humming around my dick with a hunger that sent vibrations through my spine. My thighs trembled as my eyes rolled back. I felt like I was unraveling, gloriously so.
Ajaih reached down, wrapping her fingers around my dick below Yanna’s mouth, jerking me between thrusts as Yanna licked around her grip. It was too much, while also just enough, causing my whole body to clench.
“Don’t you fucking hold back,” Ajaih demanded.
“I—I—I’m gonna—fuck—I’m cu—”
I erupted. My orgasm ripped through me like a lightning strike, my whole body locking up as I shot down Yanna’s throat. Even as I emptied everything I had in her mouth, she didn’t stop; she kept sucking and swallowing, kept moaning, like she was getting off on draining every drop from me.
Ajaih kept fucking me through it, long, deep strokes that milked the aftershocks from my trembling body. Then she slowed as she whispered praises in my ear, “You look so beautiful falling apart for me, Daddy,” pulling out with a slick, obscene sound, “Let’s see how nasty our girl is.”
I blinked as the silk blindfold was removed.
My vision adjusted pretty easily to the dim lighting as I looked down just in time to see Yanna open her mouth, letting a thick stream of my cum roll across her tongue before she leaned up to kiss Ajaih, sharing my release between them in a kiss so filthy and beautiful my dick twitched again.
Ajaih pulled Yanna close and sucked the rest of my pleasure from her lips, then turned to me with eyes full of fire.
“That was just the beginning,” her promise of more to come, making my body jerk slightly.
As she finished kissing Yanna, she kissed me, and the three of us headed to our room for some much-needed and deserved aftercare.
Showering in silence, I looked at Ajaih with adoration, realizing I’d give her every part of me again.