Ajaih tilted her head, her voice calm but amused. “Don’t let them rattle you, Amiyah. We just not used to seeing James or Calla in anyone’s face like this. You must be that girl.”
“Fasho, they look like they can’t wait to get their hands on you, gorgeous,” Maverick cut in, eyes gleaming. “Her gorgeous ass is looking like their temptation and salvation.”
That sent the whole group into hollers and claps, the energy bubbling up like the music.
Knox leaned forward, eyes sliding over me quick before settling back with a smirk. “Good to see you again, beautiful, welcome to the family.”
My words caught in my throat at the insinuation, andwarmth spread throughout my body. Knox knew he’d rendered me speechless, causing the laughter to carry, but under it I felt the burn of James and Calla’s focus—hot, unyielding, like they were waiting for me to slip, to fall right into the space they’d already carved out.
Lena, of course, thrived in it. She curled herself into Calil’s side, winking at me. “See, I told you. Freaknik theme, baby. It’s about being seen.”
James' mouth twitched like he wanted to smirk but didn’t dare, with his eyes still locked on me. “Trust me,” he said, voice rough, “She’s seen.”
Calla’s smile widened, slow and deliberate, as she set her glass down and leaned in just enough for only me to catch it.
“You’re ours now,” she murmured, her voice like silk in my ears yet still demanding. “You just don’t know it yet.”
The party was at its peak when the DJ dropped Throw That D. The bass rattled through the ground, and people lost their minds, grinding against each other like the backyard had turned into Freaknik ’95.
“Miya!” Lena hollered over the music, tugging my wrist. “Stop standing there looking cute, show out!”
I laughed, shaking my head, nerves buzzing under my skin. “Here? Now?”
“Yes, here, now.” She grinned wickedly. “And don’t forget, I trained you for this moment,” she said seriously while I giggled. The perks of being best friends with a classically trained ballerina and a pole professional is that you learned how to move your body.
Her words, mixed with the liquor and the edible still swimming in my system, loosened the last of my fear. My eyes cut across the yard, and I caught James watching me,beer frozen in his hand, his stare burning through the crowd. Beside him, Calla sat regal and unbothered, sipping her drink like she was above it all. But when her gaze flicked up to me, the corner of her mouth curved, daring me.
Something snapped inside me. Screw it.
I stepped into the circle forming on the deck, the crowd clapping me on like I was about to perform. My hips rolled slow at first, my chain belt jingling with every sway, teasing them.
And then I cut through the crowd, walking straight to Calla.
She raised her brow, still sipping, but she didn’t move. She wanted to see if I’d go through with it.
I turned around, bent low, and eased myself onto her lap, grinding my ass against her thighs in rhythm with the bass. The crowd went wild, phones popping up, hands slapping tables, hyping me up.
Calla’s hand slid to my waist, nails grazing my skin, holding me steady as I rode her lap. Her breath was hot against my ear, her voice low enough only I could hear. “Careful, sweetheart. You don’t know the line you’re crossing.”
I tilted my head back against her shoulder, my ass grinding harder, deliberately dragging across her lap. “I know exactly what line I’m crossing,” I whispered, boldness spilling out of me like heat. “I know you want me to cross it too.”
Her nails dug in.
I rolled my hips slower, dirtier, my thighs spread wide as I rocked against her, letting the crowd scream. “You feel that?” I breathed in her ear, my voice husky. “That’s medripping for you, and if there wasn’t a crowd, I’d let you slide those pretty fingers under these shorts and feel just how wet you’ve already got me.”
Her sharp inhale told me I hit the mark.
Her hand wrapped around my throat, “You wouldn’t let me do anything,” she huffed out, “You belong to me, and if you keep fucking playing, I will bend you over in front of everyone and make you fucking come while you scream my name, do you understand me, Princess?”
My body froze at the sound of her calling me Princess. The mysterious woman who lived in my dreams had called me “Princess,” but it couldn't be her, could it? My pussy thumped as an orgasm threatened to tear through me from the way she commanded me.
“Do you fucking hear me?” She reiterated, applying more pressure as my body threatened to explode.
Something about the way she was speaking to me reminded me of a Dominatrix. I’d gone with Lena to Provocateur a time or two and remembered a Dom they called The Black Dahlia bringing subs to their knees.
I bent forward, palms on her knees, arching my back so my ass pressed harder into her lap. My chain belt jingled with each grind, as I would my hips filthier, “Yessss, Mistress,” I finally ragged out. I saw her eyes flash, as if something in her activated when I called her Mistress. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she whispered, her voice shaking for the first time.
