I woke up to Sadjyah, gasps and hoarse whispers. She stood against the dresser bent over as M rams into her. What a pleasant sight to see first thing in the morning. Aroused, the rest of my senses heighten, the sound of buzzing registered in my ears. Squinting, I adjusted my eyes to the now bright room. I looked around for the source of tremor only to follow it between Sadjyah legs the pink end of a vibrator stuck out between her legs. Her mouth gaped open as M massage his enormous prick inside her bowels. I could hear their flesh intertwined in the most hostile but intimate manner; the sound of lubed hole being used in such a way made me want to linger. Holding her still with no hands just his dick prodding deeper into her as she surrenders her all to him. She bent forward allowing him more access to her body, it was beautiful to watch her be submissive but also powerful at the same time. This was the first time I watch them become so in-tuned. What happen next amazed me. I realized the chains made another appearance around her nipples. The man in all his deviance is brilliant in his art. He used the clamps to direct her position. M led S around the room tugging each breast, steering her in the path he wants her to follow. I watch their movement become synchronized. It looked more like M was riding her as oppose to the pumping actions he was truly delivering, their coordination fascinated me.
Grunting, while slamming the last of himself into her, he let out a sound that was caught between a moan and roar. I am not sure how long this scene lasted, but it was beauty to behold. They both intertwined against the wall breathing hard, trying to find balance they fumbled around the corner until M slowly broke away from Sadjyah and staggered his heavy body onto the bed.
Sadjyah just slide onto the ground holding herself, in silence. M looked up, he then gathered the last of his strength, still a little off, he pulled her by the hand upwards to him leading her to the bed.
"A, we’re going to rest. Can you get breakfast started?"I walked away smiling, when I entered the kitchen I was dumbfounded. What the fuck? What am I making?
Looking into the fridge, I realized I was overwhelmed with the options, reaching for the carton of eggs, fingers danced along my spine I turned around found him standing right behind me. Look of confusion on my face, his mouth formed a giant smile across his face I didn't know if that was good or bad thing.
"Come join us”. Closing the door I followed him. Sadjyah is soaking herself under the stream of hot water. Too my embarrassment, I didn't know if it was a good idea to go under the shower head, but before I could even respond, I was nudged right under the extravagant shower head. Water infiltrating my hair while spilling down my shoulder, streaming along my back. I could smell the products making its way down the drain right along with my money. I stood there for a while, shock has a tendency to do that. "Are you okay?"
Wait is he sniffing me? His eyes went downward, cocking his head to the side. I wondered what got his attention. To my absolute horror, the color of my extensions were bleeding out of my hair, forming a puddle on the ground streaming down the pipe. With whatever dignity I had left, I simply walked away from the center of their attention and started soaping myself with lotion, it helps to read the bottle first.
Sadjyah stared at my head handing me over the soap bottle. I think we all just stuck to the basics as we showered in silence. Relieved to escape the awkwardness, I left, now wondering if I had to explain myself or better yet give a presentation on “Weave and its many wonders”.
Drying myself I could feel his hand lightly laid on my back. "Are you okay?
"Oh, yes I'm fine." forcing a smile on my face.
Rummaging through my bag, I found a pair of panties.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting dressed."
"No barriers allowed, including clothes."
He smiled stroking my back comforting me.
"Let's go."
Sadjyah and I walked in the kitchen while M continues to dry himself in the corner, I watched him handle his cock, it was weird watching him rub so roughly. I wasn't sure whether or not he was disciplining it or wrestling it. Its buoyancy made it look like a stubborn child after a struggle.
"How do you like your eggs?"
"Uh, sunny side up."
"Really? I like mine scrambled."
"I am good either way” shrugging my shoulders."
"I love the coloring", is she talking about my hair? I know we are sharing the same bed but my hair is a hard limit.
I laughed nervously, "thanks"
"Where’s the bacon?" M asked while casually walking in.
"On its way sir." Digging into the fridge I retrieved the brown package
This was our first outing with each other and it was one of the most nerve wrecking vacation I have ever had. I knew that in a lot of ways this was just a trial, but part of me felt like I was failing. I remember wanting this too, I was trying to capture this moment in my mind. Even if it wasn't perfect it seemed right.
When we began our morning feast, the morning incident had disappeared. Remnants of our meal was evidence of our hunger. We took down about three dozen eggs, two pounds of bacon, one loaf of bread, and a package of sausage.
"Let's go to the stream."
Picking up the dishes, he waved his hand. "Leave that for later, let's go."
The sunlight now blazing in the early afternoon hours. Light poured into the yurt as he opened the door. Outside was so beautiful, the temperature felt like it was in the mid-eighties. The warm air caressed my skin.
M walked out, I looked at him as he opened his arms towards the sky, embracing the moment he jumped back and slipped on his sandals. Jogging out towards the forest I could hear heavy footsteps thundering down the porch, shaking the foundation of the wooden base. He moved gracefully through the bushes disappearing into the woods. Sadjyah walked out tilting her head, looking sideways and stepped into the light. I just nodded my head and followed, hoping my footwear was enough for this trip.
The scenery was gorgeous, the water wasn't necessarily clear but amazingly calm. M kicked his sandals and walked straight into the water, you could tell it was brisk by the way he was splashing the water all over himself. Not trusting what maybe living in the waters I only got knee deep and stayed there. The water hit my back and ripped me out of my day dream state, I turned around and there she was smiling.
"Enjoying the scenery?" There was something very sinister in her glare, it was as if she was challenging me. I felt my temper shift, a smile gradually took over my face.
"Sure". With all the strength I could muster in one moment, I sent a huge wave of water, directly hitting her face. I could feel my teeth exposed as she stood there drenched. Her hands waved frantically in the air, her eyes wide open and mouth spitting out the water, she was absolutely stunned.
Just when she's about to return the favor.
"STOP!" We both straightened up, out of my peripheral view I see him gradually rising out of the water approaching us. He looked directly at me, "What's going on?"
I struggled with the answer only to shrug my shoulders, Sadjyah jumped in, “we were just playing”.
His eyes traveled to Sadjyah and for the first time I realized his eyes were dark grey. "Is that all?"
Walking past us to the shore. Not saying a word we both followed him, the place felt much colder than before. We all sat on the couch looking up at him. It was the first time I ever felt so small. I felt the disappointment and it just lingered in the atmosphere. He sat between us, his facial gesture was confusing, there was a faint smile but his eyes spoke volumes. I didn't know how to work around this.
"I'm going to be honest." He paused eyes scanning the room. “I’m a little concerned here." His eyebrows formed a v.
"Is there something that we need to address?"
I looked at Sadjyah, waiting for her to say something, it was getting too uncomfortable, I had to speak "What did we do wrong?"
His eyes looked up at me, " You didn't do anything wrong. I did, if I am not doing my part. I want to know if both of you are truly okay with this arrangement." Placing his hands on his thighs he got up, turned around and looked at us. "Is there something we need to talk about? Because what happened out there didn't come from nowhere." He looked at Sadjyah, I watched her slide off the couch caressing his arm, the smile followed by a childish tone, "Sorry Sir, I will try to do better next time."
"That's exactly what I am talking about Sadjyah this is not a competition." Her eyes fell to the ground as she distance herself from him. He turned his head looking at me. "What about you?"
"To be honest, Sir, I am not sure what to make of this."
"Go on."
"This is new to me, I am not sure, I don't know”, at this point I was exhausted, this was becoming beyond frustrating.
"I can't make out what it is you need?"
"You will know in due time, as we get to know one another. I want to make it clear I don't need any pettiness, we need to be upfront with each other even if it hurts. I can't do this without being transparent. If anyone feels dismissed, or there is something to be said, then say it. I really don't want to make time for any passive aggressive; juvenile; mind-set. I want you both to understand that it cannot work without your honest input, understood?” Scanning our faces for some sort of reaction.
“Perfectly.” Her curt tone broke his trance. The response was more of a statement than answer. Taken aback by her demeanour, M relaxed his stance. Her arms tightly crossed, her eyes steady on him. In a vain attempt Sadjyah tries to mimic a smile only to achieve a strange grimace. Her head tilted slightly forward gave M a warning, he was at that threshold.
With a gust of air flowing out from deep within his chest, he sighs. “I think we need a little break. How about we get dressed and go to De-Jeheole? I heard from trusted sources that the food is amazing, especially there seafood.”
Sadjyah pushed her body away from the wall, walking past M. My back turned to the corner of my eye caught M hand flashed out, grabbing Sadjyah by the wrist. She yanked hard struggling to free herself, M followed through tightening his grip. He walked to the kitchen dragging her behind him. I wasn't sure if I should follow but my curiosity overcame my senses. I heard struggling, a hard thump: crash: thud caused vibration against the wall. Concern forced my instincts to kick in, I crept towards the commotion, tilting my head, trying to get a view of this explosive interaction.
I saw Sadjyah pinned hard against the pantry door. Holding her hand above their heads, he locked eyes with her. She doesn't look like she's backing down, M leaned in closer, his face right against hers. Sadjyah started thrashing her body, frustration read all over her now ruby red face. In her desperate attempt to gains some grounds in this losing battle, she lifts her legs in an attempt to create some space. Unfortunately it worked against her. M simply maneuvered his thick muscular thigh right in the gaps she left open between her legs. She bucks even harder, threatening to take the pantry door down. For the first time I saw something in M, I always was suspicious of but never revealed until now.
He pulled her against him and this time he pushed against her hard, causing her body to reverberate. Hey eyes open as a gust of air escapes her mouth. She felt that one, she paused, I waited as she looked down. He backed away slowly and just like that it was over.
He watched her walk away, she rubbed her wrist passing me by and just like that it was over. As soon his eyes started to change direction, I was gone.
The ride there surprisingly smooth, conversation flowed naturally. Topic covering from pets to childhood experiences filled the car with laughter.
Watching the trees, decorating the majestic rock mountains there lays isolated houses spotting in random places in the area. I imagine all kinds of scenarios, my favorite was the one we are sharing. It was in the car ride I learned about M’ childhood retreat with his family. Fascinated by his childhood memories, I realized this trip wasn’t about me or Sadjyah. I was so consumed with the idea of living up to his expectations, only to conclude its M that was trying to measure up to ours.
I felt like shit.
