The bathroom is warm, mist curling into every corner as the hot water pours over me. I stand beneath the spray, my forehead pressed lightly to the cool tile as the water trickles down my spine, washing away the sweat and morning chill. Yet no amount of heat can dissolve the memory of last night.

Vivica. The Admiral. Me.

I close my eyes, letting the images drift through my mind—Vivica’s hands on me, soft and confident; the Admiral’s voice, low and steady, anchoring me as I gave myself over—not just to them, but to something deeper. Something undeniable.

What we shared wasn’t just pleasure. It was raw. Illuminating. Like someone had stripped away all the doubt and hesitation I’d carried for years and forced me to see myself clearly for the first time.

I thought I would feel shame this morning. But I don’t.

I tilt my head back, letting the water drum against my face as though rinsing away the remnants of the girl I used to be.

I let out a slow, shuddering breath, my fingers trailing over my lips. I can still feel him there—the weight of his touch, the warmth of his voice murmuring, “You already know what you want.”

And he’s right. I do know.

I towel off and slip into my robe, heading out of the bathroom.

When I enter the bedroom, Dallas is stirring, his head tilting up from the pillow sleepily. His expression is soft, childlike.

“Hey,” he says quietly, his voice still rough with sleep.

“Hey,” I respond, closing the bathroom door behind me.

He exhales, his shoulders sagging slightly.

“About last night… I, uh, I don’t remember much after dinner. I guess I had too much to drink.” He offers a strained smile, but it fades quickly. “What’d I miss?”

“Mhm... you didn’t miss much. We just finished the game… just the three of us.”

“Good. So, I didn’t screw anything up?”

I suck in a corner of my bottom lip, giving my head a quick shake.

“No, Dallas, you didn’t screw anything up last night,” I say gently. “The night turned out surprisingly good.”

His brow furrows as he searches my face.

“Okay, so what’s on the agenda today?”

“I’m not sure. But I need to get dressed. Why don’t you head out to the kitchen? I’ll be out in a minute or so.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll see you in a minute,” he says, rising and heading toward the door. He lingers for a moment before stepping out.

When I enter the kitchen a few minutes later, dressed in a fitted hoodie and leggings, the aroma of something rich and savory fills the air.

Vivica and the Admiral are at the stove, moving in perfect sync as they cook breakfast.

“Morning,” Vivica greets me, her smile curving playfully. “You’re glowing. Did you go for a run this morning, or is it something else?”

I arch a brow, leaning against the counter.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I shoot back with a grin, taking my seat. “It’s, um… just been a great morning so far.”

“Happy to hear that, baby girl,” the Admiral cuts in.

He steps closer, setting a plate of quiche and fruit in front of me. His fingers graze mine ever so slightly as he pulls away, his smoldering gaze locking onto mine.

“You’ll need your energy for today.”

I arch a brow, letting the corner of my mouth lift to match his tone.

“Oh? And why’s that?”

Dallas is slumped against the kitchen island, his head in his hand. Vivica slides him some aspirin and a weird-colored concoction in a glass.

“This’ll cure your hangover in 15 minutes—if you can keep it down. Drink up, sweetheart!” she purrs.

Dallas downs the concoction, gagging at the end but managing to keep it down.

Vivica sets a plate of eggs and toast in front of him.

“Eat up. Trust me, you’re going to need it.”

“Okay, I’m genuinely curious now,” I chime in. “What do you all have planned for us?”

“Well,” Vivica replies, flashing me an excited grin, “there’s a waterfall not too far from here. It takes about three hours to get there on foot. If we leave soon, we’ll make it back before dark.”

The hike begins at 9 a.m.

The incline is steep, forcing you to find your rhythm quickly or fall behind. Vivica leads, effortlessly navigating the trail while rattling off trivia about the local wildlife and geology.

“You know,” she teases as she looks back at me, “these woods are known for black bears. But don’t worry—they’re more afraid of us than we are of them.”

“Not helping!” Dallas groans behind her, struggling to keep up.

Vivica tosses him a wink. “Come on, champ. It’s all about pacing yourself.”

She keeps the mood light, sharing stories of her Air Force days, her wildest adventures, and even a few embarrassing moments that leave us all laughing.

For the first time, I see a more carefree, youthful side to her—a stark contrast to the commanding woman who showed up at the cabin last night.

The trail eventually levels out, and the sound of rushing water grows louder. When we reach the falls, it takes my breath away—a cascade of crystal-clear water plunging into a pool surrounded by mossy rocks and lush greenery.

Vivica turns to me, eyes sparkling. “See? Totally worth the hike.”

And in that moment, I can’t help but agree.

We sit on the grass near the waterfall and eat lunch. The sound of rushing water fills the air, soothing and steady. I steal glances at Vivica—her confidence radiates outward like she owns the world.

She finishes eating first, of course, and stands up, stretching languidly. When I glance up again, she’s unbuttoning her shorts.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice somewhere between a laugh and a gasp.

“Going for a swim,” she replies like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Her shirt is the next to go. Then her bra. She stands completely bare under the sun.

“The water looks too good to pass up.”

She unhooks a satchel-sized waterproof bag from her backpack and slings the strap across her body. I watch, stunned, as she steps to the edge of the water and glances back over her shoulder—her eyes locking on mine.

“Don’t get shy on me now. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks. I freeze, my mind scrambling. Did Dallas hear that? I want to glance in his direction, but I force myself to let it go. If he wants to know, he’ll ask.

Vivica dives into the water with an elegant splash. When she surfaces, her laughter rings out—bright, carefree.

“Your turn!” she calls, shaking water from her curls.

I hesitate—but only for a moment. Something about her energy is magnetic.

Before I can overthink it, I’m tugging off my shirt. The breeze raises goosebumps on my bare skin as I strip down completely. I avoid Dallas’s gaze as I step into the water. The icy chill makes me gasp.

“Oh my God, it’s freezing!” I squeal.

Vivica’s grin only widens. “Come on, you’ll get used to it.”

She swims backward toward the waterfall. I follow, shivering until the movement warms me up.

By the time we reach the falls, my body has adjusted. I’m more focused on the view—on the breathtaking beauty around us.

Behind the cascade, there’s a rocky cove where we can stand in waist-deep water. The mist clings to my skin. The roar of the falls is deafening—yet oddly calming.

Vivica turns to me, her expression softer now. “You’re even more beautiful than I realized last night.”

Before I can respond, her lips are on mine—warm, insistent.

My breath hitches. I forget everything—where we are, who’s around, even my own name.

It’s just her.

Her mouth.

Her hands, resting lightly on my hips.

The rush of water behind us.

The roar drowns everything but the sound of Vivica’s breath against my lips. Her fingers thread through my twists, pulling me deeper into a kiss that feels like wildfire.

The water is cool. She is not.

Her tongue slips between my parted lips. I respond eagerly—our tongues swirling, winding, playful pecks between muffled giggles.

My hand slips to the back of her neck, fingers tracing the delicate line from her jaw to her full breasts. Her nipples stiffen as the skin tightens beneath my touch.

My palms roam over the curves of her waist, down to the swell of her hips. I dig my fingers into her skin, pulling her closer—trying to close the space between us.

She smells like jasmine and saltwater. I breathe her in.

Vivica breaks the kiss, lips grazing my jaw.

“You taste even better than I remember.”

Her voice is low. Sultry. It sends a shiver down my spine.

Before I can respond, she captures my mouth again—more urgency this time, her teeth nipping my bottom lip.

I moan into her, hands gripping her shoulders as she presses me back against the smooth rock.

From behind the cascading water, two figures emerge.

Dallas. The Admiral.

They stand there for a moment—watching us, eyes wide with anticipation.

Vivica notices. Without breaking our kiss, she glances over her shoulder.

A sly smile tugs at her lips.

“Join us,” she purrs.

It’s not a request.

Neither man hesitates.

Dallas steps forward first, his skin glistening with water droplets. The Admiral follows closely behind, his presence as commanding as ever.

The air shifts as they approach. Tension thickens, almost palpable.

Vivica turns to face them, her hand still gripping mine. She pulls me into the center of their circle.

The Admiral’s eyes meet mine—dark, hungry—but he moves toward Vivica. His hand cups the back of her neck, tilting her head as he leans down to claim her lips.

Dallas stands behind me, his hands sliding over my hips, pulling me back against him. He kisses my neck, his lips trailing down to my shoulder. I let out a soft sigh.

The four of us kiss, grope, and fondle one another, the sexual tension amplifying with every touch.

Vivica breaks away first, her gaze locking onto mine with a mischievous glint.

“I think it’s time we up the intensity,” she says, voice playful yet commanding. “But I want you to be in charge. Whatever we want to do, we have to ask your permission first. You can either grant it, deny it, or command the asker to do something else. No exceptions.”

My heart skips at the idea. Power shifting to me—so suddenly, so completely.

I glance around at their faces: Vivica’s confident smirk, Dallas’s eager grin, the Admiral’s steady, appraising stare.

A surge of excitement rushes through me. This is my chance to take control.

Vivica leads me to a flat stone slab in the middle of the cove—its surface smooth, perfect for what’s about to happen.

She gestures for me to sit. I perch at the edge, legs parting slightly as I settle in.

The others stand before me, waiting. Anticipation written across every face.

Vivica steps forward first, bold and unwavering.

“Aiyana,” she says, tone teasing but reverent, “I brought some toys. Can I use them on you?”

I tilt my chin, meeting her gaze with a confidence I didn’t know I had.

“Yes, you may.”

She doesn’t hesitate.

From her satchel, she pulls out a double-ended silicone dildo. My breath catches as she kneels before me, the cool air brushing against my bare skin.

“Relax,” she whispers.

Her hands smooth over my thighs—firm, tender, grounding me.

She teases the tip of the toy at my entrance. I bite my lip, body tensing, but she’s patient.

She presses forward with slow, deliberate strokes, coaxing the toy inside me.

“Oh God…”

My head tips back as the fullness spreads through me, shivers of pleasure racing up my spine.

Once the dildo is seated inside me, Vivica shifts fluidly. She straddles the other end, eyes locking with mine as she lowers herself onto it.

A low moan slips from her lips. Her thighs tremble slightly with effort.

I reach for her, hands on her hips, guiding her until our bodies press together—connected by the shared length of the toy.

The sensation is electric.

The cold water laps at our skin, a stark contrast to the fire building between us.

Vivica rocks against me with a rhythm both steady and hypnotic. I match her movements, grinding into her as the toy pushes deeper into both of us.

Our moans blend into a symphony of desire.

I trace the curve of her waist, memorize the lines of her body with my fingertips.

When I cup her breasts, her nipples harden beneath my thumbs. She gasps, hips faltering, and the sound sends a thrill through me.

She resumes, more deliberate now. Her slick folds press against mine with each thrust.

The toy pulses between us, each stroke igniting the heat low in my belly.

My breath catches. My nerves light up, each gasp, each moan blurring the line between where I end and she begins.

Dallas stands nearby, stroking himself, his eyes fixed on us.

The Admiral watches too, his fingers lazily working his length.

Their arousal only heightens mine.

I whimper, nails digging into Vivica’s thighs.

“You look so sexy like this,” Dallas mutters, his voice thick with need. He steps closer.

“Aiyana, can you… can you give me a blowjob while you two go at it?”

I glance at him, considering.

Despite the intimacy of the moment, something in me wants to test the boundary—see how far I can push this newfound control.

I shake my head slowly, locking eyes with him.

No.

His eyes widen, surprised.

Then, with a sly smile, I add, “But keep stroking your dick while you watch.”

Dallas hesitates, caught off guard, but then nods and steps back.

He and the Admiral continue to stroke themselves, eyes locked on the scene unfolding before them.

The waterfall pours down over us, cold and insistent.

The contrast sends shocks through my core. My walls clench around the toy, nerves trembling.

“Ohmygod…”

I moan louder, hips bucking as sensation overtakes me.

Vivica moves with urgency now, the toy grinding deeper with every thrust.

“I’m close,” she gasps, her voice barely cutting through the roar of water. “So fucking close.”

Her words tip me closer to the edge.

I cling to her. Desperate. Needing.

Just as I’m about to tip over, Dallas steps forward again.

“Aiyana,” he says, voice hoarse, “can I have a turn now? Can I have sex with you?”

Vivica and I pause, still connected by the toy. Our bodies heave with labored breath.

I consider his request. My mind races even as my body begs for more.

No.

I shake my head.

“Not with me,” I say, my voice surprisingly calm. “But if Vivica agrees… you can have sex with her.”

Vivica looks up at me, then at Dallas.

“Well,” she smirks, “looks like it’s time to see if you’ve got the stamina for my kind of game, Dallas. Lucky for you, I’ve been told my tight end is impossible to fumble.”

A flicker of hesitation crosses his face—not because he doesn’t want her, but because he’s never heard the word no from me.

But he doesn’t argue. He complies.

Vivica slips back into the waist-deep water, leaning against the stone slab. She props herself up with her elbows and forearms. Dallas moves behind her, guiding himself into place.

As they find their rhythm, the Admiral approaches. His tone lowers, respectful, almost reverent.

“Aiyana,” he murmurs, “may I join?”

“Yes… you may.”

A slow, seductive smile curls on my lips.

“And where do you want me?”

I guide his hands to my hips, meeting his gaze without flinching.

“Inside me,” I whisper. “Where you belong.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

He steps between my legs, gripping my hips, and with one smooth thrust, he’s inside me.

A cry rips from my throat—full, aching, stretched in ways that make my toes curl.

He sets a steady pace, deep and controlled.

Vivica climbs back up onto the slab, straddling my face even as Dallas stays inside her.

My cries are muffled as I dive into her.

Vivica moans above me, her hips rocking while Dallas thrusts into her from behind.

The sounds of our pleasure blend with the roar of the waterfall, rising into a symphony of unrestrained lust.

My hands grip Vivica’s thighs. I work her with my tongue and fingers, while the Admiral pounds into me with relentless purpose.

I lose myself in the rhythm—in the shared ecstasy of the moment—until I feel the coil tighten low in my belly.

“Ahhh!”

I scream as the orgasm crests over me.

Vivica cries out above me, her body trembling as she shatters in my mouth.

Behind her, Dallas groans, releasing deep inside her.

The Admiral’s rhythm falters—his grip tightens—and with a final thrust, he fills me with his warmth.

We collapse together, a tangle of breathless, soaked, and sated bodies. The intensity of the moment fades into a lingering electricity that hums just beneath the skin.

The game might be over, but the desire? Still alive.

Vivica is the first to stir, her voice light and teasing.

“Well, that was fun.”

She stretches with a satisfied sigh. “But what do you guys say? Should we head back to the cabin? Maybe get into something… like we did last night?”

Dallas chuckles weakly, clearly spent.

“You wanna play the trivia game again?”

Vivica pauses mid-step, catching herself.

“Yeah,” she says quickly. “We can get into another game like that.”

She mouths sorry as Dallas turns to make his way out of the falls.

I offer her a subtle nod—it’s okay.

Dallas seems none the wiser.

The Admiral leans down, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

“You ready, baby girl?” he asks, voice tender.

I nod slowly, letting the weight of everything I’ve felt—everything I’ve feared—fall away.

“Yes… I’m ready.”

And for the first time, I mean it.