I stare blankly at the wall, feeling the weight of the Admiral's arm still draped over me, his steady breathing tickling the back of my neck. The chaos of the past twenty-four hours seems distant, almost surreal as if the physical intensity had burned through the layers of confusion.

I turn slightly, careful not to wake him, and glance at his face. His usual intensity is softened by sleep, and for a moment, I let myself watch him. Vulnerable. Tender. The contrast to his dominance from the night before leaves me wondering: Who is this man when the fire fades?

I slip out of bed, padding softly to the window, my mind drifting to the question I've been avoiding: what happens next? The sun rises over the swaying trees, casting a golden hue that does little to lighten the weight of my thoughts.

A rustle behind me pulls me from my thoughts. I turn to see the Admiral stirring, his eyes meeting mine across the room. For a moment, we say nothing. There's no need for words—we’ve shared too much to rush into this.

He rises from the bed, draping a robe over his broad shoulders as he crosses the room toward me. "Morning," his tone is low but his gaze is sharp.

"Good morning," I reply softly, the weight of the night before pressing in. I try to steady my voice as he steps closer, resting a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you have something on your mind?" he says as more of a prompt than a question.

I nod, then look up at him, trying to gauge his thoughts. "I’m just... thinking."

He raises an eyebrow, his thumb brushing lightly over my skin. "About what?" he urges.

"I just... we crossed some serious lines. You and me. And… things are gonna get complicated... with Dallas." My voice trails off, uncertainty hanging in the air.

The Admiral’s expression shifts slightly, something like understanding flickering in his eyes. "I see." He measures the weight of my words before responding, his voice low and assured. "Well…I’ll handle Dallas. So you can figure out what’s most important to you. I won’t let anything get in the way."

His words are comforting, but there’s still a part of me that feels unsteady, and unsure. "This is a lot. I need to clear my head. I think I’m gonna go for a walk."

He doesn’t push, nodding calmly. "Take all the time you need."

I slip into some sweats, carefully pulling on my boots before stepping out into the crisp morning air. The early light filters through the trees, the forest alive with the soft sounds of birds and leaves rustling. The cabin feels both like a sanctuary and a cage, its isolation offering too much space for my swirling thoughts.

For the next few days, I create distance. Not just from the Admiral, but from everything. The first morning, I focused on Dallas. We hike, just the two of us, following a steep trail. He talks about nothing in particular, while I listen, trying to reconnect with the simplicity of us. His presence is familiar and easy, but the tension between us is undeniable.

That night, we played board games by the fire, the three of us. Laughter fills the room, and for the first time, the weight between the Admiral and me doesn’t feel as heavy. He watches, holding back, letting me come back to myself. I appreciate the patience, but it only deepens the strange pull I feel toward him.

After a few days, things feel different—lighter. Dallas and I fish by the lake, our conversation flowing effortlessly. We fall back into the rhythm of youth and ease. I begin to feel more like me again. However, I still can’t shake the tug I feel toward the Admiral. His presence is a challenge, a tension I can’t name.

On the fourth evening, a knock at the door disrupts the quiet of the cabin. My heart skips a beat, the air thick with something I can’t explain. The Admiral, always calm and in control, rises effortlessly to answer. When he opens the door, a woman stands there—a striking figure, tall and poised, with sharp eyes and a sleek, cropped hairstyle. Her presence commands the room.

“Am I too early?” she asks, her tone smooth and seductive.

The Admiral’s gaze flicks to mine before turning back to her. “No, perfect timing. Come in, Vivica.” He steps aside, and she glides in with the confidence of someone who knows exactly where she stands. “Dallas, Aiyana, this is Sergeant Vivica Howard, an old friend. She’s taking a break from the Air Force, passing through on her way to Texas.”

Vivica's eyes land on Dallas first, and she extends a hand. “Dallas, I’ve heard a lot about you. Ulysses speaks highly of you.”

Dallas grins as they shake hands. “Oh yeah! He’s talked about you too. Said you’re the most impressive person he’s met.”

Vivica’s gaze shifts to the Admiral, and she gives him a knowing smirk. “Is that right?”

The way they look at each other sends a wave of unease through me. Their body language is familiar and intimate. They have a history, and it’s not lost on me.

“And you must be Aiyana,” Vivica says, her smile friendly but her eyes sharp as she turns to me. I take her hand, my grip firm but my mind racing. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," I manage, though my voice sounds small. The Admiral watches the interaction closely before turning to Dallas.

"Dallas, why don't you help Viv with her bags?"

As soon as Dallas leaves, Vivica stares between the Admiral and me. Her tone dropped into something more intimate. "Looks like there’s more going on here than just a quaint little cabin getaway."

“Viv,” the Admiral warns, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh-Huh, you know better than to use that tone with me.” Her tone is seeping with a brand of venom that completely disarms the Admiral.

The tension between them crumbles as they both crack a smile. I can’t help but notice the way they’re looking at each other—the familiarity in their body language, the flirtation simmering just beneath the surface. It’s not the first time they’ve stood this close and exchanged these looks. It’s clear. Whatever history they have, it’s physical, and it’s still very much alive.

I stand awkwardly, feeling the tendrils of jealousy consuming me like a symbiote. But there’s something else, too—a curiosity. I can’t help but wonder what their dynamic is.

Vivica glances at me as if sensing my unease. “Don’t worry,” she says with a sly grin. “I don’t bite… unless you want me to.” She winks, her gaze lingering on me just long enough to make my cheeks flush.

I blink, caught off guard, but before I can respond, Dallas returns with her bags, breaking the tension. “Got ‘em all, Viv!” he says, oblivious to the undercurrent of the conversation. He hands her luggage over with a cheerful smile.

The Admiral stands up straighter, licking his lips as he eyes Vivica one last, time before addressing the group. “Why don’t we all head to the kitchen while I make us some drinks?”

“I could use a little something to take the edge off.”Vivica grins, her gaze locking with the Admirals before flicking to me. “But…how about we make things a little more fun? I’ve got a game in mind.”

Dallas raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of game?”

She looks at him with a playful smile, her confidence palpable. “It’s simple. We take turns asking questions—random trivia, personal, whatever comes to mind. If you answer wrong or can’t answer, you drink. The catch is... if your question stumps everyone, you get to skip the next round.” She grazes her teeth with her tongue. “It keeps things interesting.”

Dallas grins, already excited by the idea. “Sounds like my kind of game.”

“Are we doing this, then?” The Admiral asks, his gaze shifting between us, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Vivica claps her hands together. “Oh, we’re doing this. And I’ll start.”

The game begins lightheartedly, but soon, it’s clear Vivica, the Admiral, and I are in sync. We answer questions with ease, taking only occasional sips. Dallas, however, stumbles quickly, each wrong answer pushing him deeper into his drink. By the time he hits his eighth shot, he’s too drunk to keep up.

“I’m out,” he mumbles, slurring his words as he leans against the kitchen island.

I stand to help him. “I’m gonna get him to bed before he passes out in the middle of the floor,” I say, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

Vivica smirks, her eyes glancing between me and the Admiral. “We’ll be here when you’re done.”

I settle Dallas into bed, my mind racing. I could easily stay in the room and avoid whatever tension was building between Vivica and the Admiral. But the thought of them being left to their own devices had me too wound up to even think about sleep.

Instead, I changed into my lavender lace bralette and sleep shorts, with the matching robe. I knew the Admiral hadn’t seen me in this yet, I was sure it’d get his attention.

As I step into the kitchen, the sight of them locked in a heated kiss stops me cold. I’m not a violent person, but the thought of smashing a frying pan against Vivica’s head did cross my mind. I scramble to leave and end up dropping my phone in the process.

Vivica looks up, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Oh, you’re back. We thought you may have turned in for the night. Ulysees said you‘ve been keeping early bird hours. But it looks like you just went to get freshened up for us.”

Us.

Why don’t you have a seat? We’d like to discuss something with you,” Vivica says, her tone smooth but laced with a heat that sends electricity through my veins. I glance at the Admiral, who takes his seat with quiet authority.

“Ulysses mentioned you were feeling conflicted,” she says, nodding toward the room where Dallas is passed out.

I’m taken aback by her words, annoyance slipping into my tone. “….and what does that have to have to do with you?” I say my tone sharpened to a point.

Vivica glances at the Admiral, frustration flickering in her eyes before he gently touches her arm. “Look…I’m here as a favor,” she asserts, her voice steady. “He wanted to offer you something unique, an experience, that is sure to help you find clarity.”

My eyes shift between the two of them.

“Have you ever been with a woman, Aiyana?” She lowers her gaze at me.

I challenge her, staring directly into her eyes. “I can’t say I’ve ever wanted to be,” I state plainly, hoping she feels the bite in my words.

She scoffs amused but the emotion doesn’t reach her eyes.

I turn toward the Admiral, staring daggers into his soul. “Why did you bring her here? Who is she to you?”

“Babygirl….I told you I would never do anything to disrespect you. Didn’t I?”

My eyes fall from his, but I don’t speak.

“Answer me,” he insists.

“Yes, Admiral,” I say sheepishly.

Vivica licks her lips insatiably. "Oooohhhh, you got her trained well.”

“Vivica is here to help you become more resolute in your decision-making.” You already know what you desire—you've even told me as much. And yet, you took the passive route, denying yourself both pleasure and fulfillment, all to placate Dallas." He stands, gesturing toward the bedroom with a pointed look.

Vivica raises a finger, pursing her lips and clicking her tongue in silent disapproval, shaking her head as if to underscore her disdain.

Her actions make me want to lunge at her from my seat, but I maintain my submission to the Admiral.

“Dallas let you kiss him, still tasting of me, yet he wouldn't even offer to tend to you with the same devotion after he's finished. He's more preoccupied with seeking my approval than truly caring for your satisfaction.”

The weight of his words pummel me, my will vacillating.

“Babygirl, I’m not saying this to hurt you. I’m saying this to empower you,” he finishes.

Vivica speaks up “I had a Dallas once too. He was good, not great. Ulysees helped me come into my power; now I’m here to pay it forward.”

I look up at her and she’s smiling at me—a nice, genuine smile. 

“What do you want from me?” I ask with tears in my eyes.

“Ask yourself that question, sweetheart. Once you know the answer, just choose the door you wanna walk through. We’ll be behind door number one,” she says with a flirtatious head tilt and smile.

The Admiral takes Vivica’s hand and they walk to his bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

                                                                          ***

I hesitate briefly before entering the Admiral’s bedroom, I could easily walk twenty steps to the right, climb in bed with Dallas, and go to sleep. But that’s not what I want.

No. It was clear to everyone that I craved more, even Dallas admitted that he couldn’t satiate my sexual desires, and that’s why he set this entire thing up.

So I open the door and cross the threshold, taking the first step towards this evolved version of myself.

Before me stands Vivica, completely naked in all her grown women glory, stroking the Admiral’s dick as he kisses her neck, his hands roll over her curves, squeezing and grabbing at her recoiling mounds.

I realize I’ve never seen a naked woman in person besides myself. I’ve watched lesbian porn before, yet seeing a naked woman, inhaling her scent, and hearing her breathe and moan was intoxicating. I wanted to touch her, I wanted her to touch me.

Vivica’s eyes flutter open, and she pulls the Admiral’s head from the nook of her neck. “Looks like someone came to stake their claim,” she says, raising an eyebrow.

Vivica lifts a finger, beckoning me to them. They work together to undress me. The Admiral slips the robe from my shoulders, placing it gingerly on the bedpost, while Vivica slips my shorts over my hips and thighs, letting them drop to the floor. The Admiral removes my bralette, which he wraps around his wrist like a cuff.

Vivica is modelesque about 5’10 to my 5’2 petite frame, she gets on her knees and puts her mouth to my chest, she tongues and nips at my prickling peaks, leaving fresh lipstick marks on my areolas. She watches me watch her stimulate my fleshy mounds.

"Mmmm... uuuugh,” I moan, placing my hand on the back of her head, urging her to increase the pressure.

Meanwhile, the Admiral is leaving a trail of gentle scratches down my arms and back; he kisses the back of my neck and shoulders.

He whispers in my ear, “That's it, baby girl; make her bend to your will, you run this show.”

He gives my ear a nibble, then steps away. Walking to the closet, he returns with the infamous duffel bag full of sex tools. He sets the bag down beside Vivica and steps behind me bringing his hands to my chest.

Vivica runs her fingernails across my ribcage, down the sides of my waist, and over my hips. She lifts my leg over her shoulder, takes in a big whiff of my aroma, and slips a finger in between my saturated pussy lips. She covers her finger in my sweet nectar and places it in her mouth.

"Mmmm.” She licks her lips. “Damn girl, you do have some tasty pussy.”

I blush and bite my lip, accepting the compliment.

Vivica continues stimulating my clit with her thumb and begins rifling through the duffel bag with her free hand. She pulls out some leather restraints and a collar.

“Mmmm….time to have some fun,” she says bringing herself into a standing position. 

She lifts the restraints and looks over my shoulder at the Admiral whose hands are expertly massaging my breasts. “You ready?”

He lets out a slow and smooth, “Mmmm hmmm.”

I take a deep breath and offer my hands to Vivica waiting to be restrained.

“Baby girl, the restraints are for Vivica, we want you to lead. So, take control and show us what you want” his voice low and commanding.

“Oh….Okay,” I say taking a cleansing breath. I shake my head hoping to clear the fog. “Ummm, V... Vivica, I want you to get on the bed?”

“Are you asking me, or telling me sweetheart?”  she asks inquisitively

I close my eyes and shake my head.

“Aiyana,” he says, “how did you feel when you saw Vivica and I kissing in the kitchen? Did you feel angry, or upset?”

I shake my head, yes.

“So you need to channel that energy and demand Vivica, to do as you say.” His hands slip from my body and the loss of his touch, brings me back to myself.

I open my eyes and look at the woman standing before me, waiting to submit. 

“Vivica. Get on the bed,” I command. “Admiral. Tie her up,” I say, my voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline. “I want to see what she feels like when she has no control.”

They both move swiftly to the bed. The Admiral's hands work expertly binding Vivica’s wrists to the bedposts with the leather restraints. He secures her legs next, spreading them wide, giving me full access to her most intimate parts. He finishes by adding a collar which makes Vivica’s breath hitch as he tightens the chain.

I reach out and gently trace my fingers along Vivica’s arm, feeling the slight quiver that runs through her at my touch. Her skin is warm and smooth under my fingertips, and I can’t help but let my hand wander lower, exploring every curve and contour.

“Good girl,” the Admiral murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “Explore her. Touch her. Make her yours.”

I kneel between Vivica’s spread legs, my gaze roving over her body. Her pussy is already glistening with creamy arousal, the aroma of cinnamon and hazelnut mixed with her scent of sex. I run my fingers along her inner thighs, watching the way her muscles tense and then relax under my touch. When I finally brush my fingers against her clit, she gasps, her hips bucking slightly against the restraints.

“Shh,” I whisper, leaning in closer. “Let me feel every vibration, and every shiver.”

I circle her clit slowly, building the tension, watching her squirm and writhe with each pass. Vivica’s breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her eyes roll back as I increase the pressure just a little more. The sight of her losing herself in the sensation fuels my own desire, making me bold.

“Do you like that?” I ask, my voice dripping with need. “Do you like being at my mercy?”

Vivica nods frantically, her eyes pleading for more. I smile and dip my fingers into her wetness, coating them before sliding one inside her. She arches her back, a loud moan escaping her lips as I find a rhythm, thrusting in and out while continuing to tease her clit. The combination sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her entire body tremble.

“That’s it, baby girl,” the Admiral coaxes from the sidelines. “Let her feel every inch of you. Make her beg for more.”

Encouraged, I pull my fingers out and quickly replace them with my tongue. Vivica’s taste explodes in my mouth, rich and intoxicating. I lap at her eagerly, my tongue delving deep into her folds, searching for every drop of her essence. She cries out, her body straining against the bonds as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, right there!” Vivica screams, her voice breaking with desperation.

I don’t stop. I can’t stop. The sounds she’s making, the way her body thrashes against the sheets, it’s all too much—too delicious. My arousal grows with each passing second, mixing with the thrill of dominance. I plunge two fingers back into her, curling them just right as I flick her clit with my thumb.

“Squirt for me,” I demand, my voice fierce and urgent. “Show me how much you love this.”

Vivica’s orgasm hits hard, her body convulsing as jets of her juice spill over my hand, splashing onto the sheets below. I keep going, riding out the wave with her, until she collapses back onto the bed, panting and spent.

“Good girl,” I murmur, tracing idle patterns on her thigh. “Such a good girl.”

I look over at the Admiral. “Untie her; it’s my turn.” 

The Admiral steps forward, untying her wrists and ankles with practiced ease. Vivica sits up, her eyes meeting mine with a newfound respect. She wipes a stray tear from her cheek, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. 

I grab the chain of the collar and tug on it, summoning her to come to me. She crawls across the bed to me, and we share a deep and passionate kiss. Our tongues find each other and she sucks on my lips before I pull away. I hand the chain to the Admiral, who helps her off the bed. 

I get on the bed and lay back, spreading my legs wide, inviting her in. Vivica doesn’t hesitate, crawling between my thighs and diving in with fervor. Her tongue expertly teases my clit in a way that sends shockwaves through my body. She laps at me hungrily, her fingers working in tandem, sending me spiraling toward ecstasy.

“Yes, just like that,” I groan, gripping the sheets. “Don’t stop, Vivica.”

The Admiral watches us intently, his gaze hot and unyielding. He reaches over to the nightstand, retrieving a pair of tuning forks. The soft hum fills the room as he presses them against my nipples, sending electric currents surging through my breasts. The sensations are overwhelming, heightening every touch, every lick.

“Feel that, babygirl?” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. “Surrender to it. Let it flood you until there’s nothing left but pure pleasure.

Vivica’s mouth leaves my clit for a brief moment, and she looks up at me with a wicked grin. “Ready for something different?”

Before I can respond, she dives lower, licking a path down to my ass. The first touch of her tongue against my puckered hole makes me gasp, the sensation both shocking and incredible She circles my entrance, teasing, coaxing, and building the pressure until I’m begging for more.

“Please, Vivica,” I whimper; my voice breaks. “Please, yes.”

She complies, slipping her tongue inside me. The invasion is sudden yet utterly satisfying, filling me in a way that sets off fireworks in my brain. Meanwhile, The Admiral replaces the tuning forks with a vibrator, positioning it against my clit. The vibrations mix with Vivica’s oral assault, creating a sensory overload that’s almost too much to bear.

“Together,” the Admiral orders. “Let go together.”

His words are my undoing. My orgasm crashes over me in a tidal wave, drowning me in pleasure. Vivica’s tongue never falters, pushing me higher until I’m screaming, my body shaking with release. It’s a double orgasm, a perfect storm of sensation that leaves me breathless and trembling.

As the waves subside, I lay there, dazed and blissful. Vivica pulls away, her face glistening with my juices, and kisses me deeply, the taste of our shared ecstasy mingling between us.

“More,” I breathe against her lips. “I want more.”

The Admiral chuckles, a dark, knowing sound. “Then we’ll give you more. But first, rest. You’ve earned it.”

Vivica shifts, lying beside me, her hand resting possessively on my hip. The Admiral moves to the other side; he gives both of us a kiss on the forehead before lying down beside me. I close my eyes, content for the moment but eager for what’s next.

“What now?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Now,” the Admiral says, his tone serious. “We wait for your command.”