I awaken to a savory aroma filling the air of our suite. Dinner, I assume. Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab my phone—it reads 6:45 p.m.
I rub my hands over my face; the effects of the drinks from earlier have worn off. I can hear Dallas and The Admiral chatting in the kitchen. I can’t make out their words, but the conversation sounds casual.
I slip out of bed, heading for the shower, hoping to work up the nerve to face them. The liquid courage helped me earlier, but now that I’m back to my senses, I’m not sure how I feel about everything that went down.
After my shower, I put my hair in a bun and fix my edges, shaping them into fluffy swirls that frame my face. I slip into a yellow mini sundress with spaghetti straps, taking a deep breath before stepping out of the room.
When I enter the kitchen, Dallas and The Admiral are still deep in conversation. I feel like an outsider, hovering on the edge of something that still feels surreal.
Dallas notices me first, his eyes lighting up as he flashes a warm smile. "Hey, you’re up. Dinner’s almost ready." He seems so at ease, as if the events from earlier were just another normal day. I return his smile, but a flutter of nervousness keeps me from fully relaxing.
The Admiral turns next, his gaze soft yet intense, as if he can see through my carefully composed exterior. "You look stunning," he says, his voice deep and smooth. The compliment sends a wave of heat through me that I wasn’t expecting.
"Thanks," I manage, tucking a loose curl behind my ear. There's a tension simmering beneath the surface, and I can feel it in the way The Admiral looks at me, and in how Dallas watches, as though waiting for some kind of signal.
The way The Admiral moves around the kitchen is effortless, yet so efficient. He cleans as he goes, handling the tools and utensils with care. I stand mesmerized, watching him meticulously plate the food.
I approach the dining table, the savory aroma intensifying as The Admiral walks over, a plate in hand. His eyes meet mine, and there’s an energy in the air that makes my skin tingle. He sets the plate down in front of me with a slow, deliberate motion, his fingertips grazing the edge of the dish.
“I wanted to begin the night with something that awakens your senses,” he says, his voice like velvet. “This is Ocean’s Whisper. Sea urchin crudo, kissed by the citrus tang of yuzu and topped with black caviar. Delicate, yet bold—meant to melt on your tongue and leave you craving more.”
He watches as I take my first bite, and the flavors explode on my palate. The smooth, briny uni mixes with the sharp yuzu, each note dancing across my tongue before dissolving into a lingering saltiness. The caviar pops, a final tease. I catch my breath, eyes closing briefly as the sensation overwhelms me.
“It’s… incredible,” I murmur, breathless.
The Admiral smiles, a slow curve of his lips that sends a pulse through me. “Just the beginning.”
Dallas arrives next, carrying the second dish. His grin is playful as he sets it down in front of me. The Admiral steps forward, his hand brushing my shoulder as he explains.
“This is Fire’s Seduction. Charred Wagyu beef, tender and rich, paired with smoked bone marrow and black garlic purée. Every bite is primal, an indulgence you’ll want to savor slowly.”
His eyes stay on me as I slice into the beef. The knife cuts through it like butter. I bring it to my lips, and the first bite melts on my tongue, the flavor rich and smoky, layered with the depth of the marrow. The black garlic purée offers an earthy sweetness that spreads through my mouth, grounding the intensity. It’s pure indulgence, almost too sinful to handle in public.
I let out a soft sigh, savoring the warmth that radiates through my body with each bite.
Dallas chuckles, his eyes catching mine. “I think she likes it.”
The Admiral’s gaze darkens, but there’s a playful edge. “She hasn’t seen the best part yet.”
He steps away briefly, returning with the final course. Forbidden Fruit. The words roll off his tongue as he sets the dish down in front of me, and the heat between us feels undeniable.
“Dragon fruit pavlova with passionfruit cream and coconut air. Light, delicate, yet impossibly sweet. The kind of dessert you’ll want to take your time with,” he says, his voice dipping lower, meant only for me. “It’s meant to tease your senses, leaving you breathless and wanting more.”
I take a slow bite, the pavlova crumbling under my spoon, yielding to the tart, creamy passionfruit that caresses my tongue. The coconut foam is so light it disappears almost as soon as it touches my lips, leaving a whisper of tropical sweetness in its wake.
The Admiral leans in slightly, close enough for his breath to graze my cheek. “How does it taste?” he asks, his voice like a slow burn, making me feel as if the meal was a mere prelude to something much more enticing.
I meet his gaze, the flavors still dancing on my tongue. “Like everything I never knew I needed.”For a moment, the air between us thickens, and all I can focus on is the way his eyes seem to strip away the last of my defenses. There’s an unspoken understanding that this is only the beginning, a slow build-up to something I can't quite grasp yet.
We continue the meal in silence, but the tension is palpable. The Admiral's presence beside me is overpowering, his occasional glances making my pulse quicken, while Dallas remains casual, yet there's a heat in his expression that betrays his calm demeanor.
As the last course is cleared, I set down my fork, the flavors still lingering on my lips like a secret., Dallas stretches, his muscles flexing beneath his shirt. "I’ll finish up," he says, glancing at me before turning to his uncle with a knowing look. "Why don’t you show Aiyana around? I’ll join you in a bit."
I hesitate, unsure if I should retreat to the bedroom, but The Admiral rises and steps forward. His large frame looms before me, magnetic in its presence. "Come with me," he says softly, his hand resting gently on the small of my back as he guides me down the hallway.
My heart pounds as we move toward a door at the far end of the house. Anticipation courses through me, each step amplifying my awareness of the man leading me. Even without looking back, I can feel his presence, his calm energy steadying me as we approach the unknown.
He unlocks the door and swings it open, revealing a space that is both grand and intimate. Vaulted wooden ceilings draw my eyes upward, while large windows flood the room with warm, golden light. At the center is a plush, cream-colored bed, its perfectly arranged pillows inviting me closer, a soft blanket draped casually at the foot. The stone fireplace crackles gently, casting a flickering glow over the polished wood floors. The room feels like an immediate retreat.
The air is thick with the scent of wood and warmth. The intricate patterns on the woven rug beneath the bed catch my attention, telling their own quiet story. Everything about the space exudes comfort and intimacy.
"Get on the bed," he insists, his tone smooth and commanding. "Make yourself comfortable." He says trotting to the walk in closet.
The bed is firm but so comfortable, the duvet practically melts against my skin.
When he returns, he’s wrapping a navy silk robe around his otherwise bare form. I catch a glimpse of his abundant member, and my breath hitches.
"First things first, I love that dress on you," his tone is sincere. "But I need you to take it off. I don’t want it ruined during our next activity."
I gulp down a deep breath. Anal.
"Turn around for me," he gestures.
I turn my back to him, kneeling on the bed. He slowly unzips my dress, trailing his finger down my spine and stopping between the dimples on my lower back.
He kisses my shoulders and slips the spaghetti straps down my arms. Closing the space between us, he pulls the dress down to my waist and brings his hands to my chest.
His flat palms rub over my nipples, and my areolas contract, my nipples hardening under his touch. He makes slow circles at the base of my nipples, and my jaw drops as my head rolls back onto his shoulder. He kisses my neck and whispers, “Mmm, baby girl… the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”
Jagged breaths escape me as my core tightens. I could melt into him. He places one hand across my throat, the other sliding between my legs.
"Are you ready to surrender to me? Say... 'Yes, Admiral,”, he whispers in my ear.
"Yes... Admiral," I manage to squeeze out between labored breaths.
He pushes me into the bed, sliding my dress down my legs before neatly placing it on a chair next to us.
"Turn over and spread your legs, baby girl. I want you to watch me explore you. When I do something you like, be vocal about it. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
He lifts an eyebrow.
"Yes, Admiral."
"Good girl," he says, kneeling between my legs, his fingers brushing lightly over my inner thighs. "Beautiful," he murmurs, leaning in to place gentle kisses along the sensitive skin. His touch is deliberate, each caress designed to build anticipation.
As he moves lower, his fingers find my entrance, teasingly circling the rim. "Relax, baby girl," he whispers, pressing one finger inside. The sensation is foreign yet arousing, the stretch igniting a spark of desire deep within.
"Spread wider for me," he instructs, positioning himself perfectly. "Let me see everything."
I comply, opening myself fully to him. His eyes roam over my body, appreciative and hungry. "Perfect," he praises, slowly adding another finger. The intrusion is slightly uncomfortable, but the ache fades quickly under his skillful touch.
He angles his fingers, searching for that elusive spot. When he finds it, I cry out, my body arching off the bed. "Oh God," I moan, lost in the sensation. "Do that again."
