Theirs (Possession #2)

2. Luke

2

Luke

I love my wife, she was everything I wanted and more. Even when we struggled, I was always grateful life had made us cross paths. Going to therapy cemented that belief even more, and I am grateful we decided to work it out. I should say, she decided to stay and work it out, because I never once thought about divorce.

It had been a couple of days since our session where I blurted out my deepest, darkest secret. I don’t know what came over me, but telling our therapist and my wife that I wanted to be dominated was not on my list of resolutions for the year.

Snapping the lid on the last container, I split up the meals into three different bags, ready to deliver them to a few football players. The season had started and this was the busiest time of the year for me. After getting injured two years ago, retiring was the last thing on my mind, but it seemed my body was not what it used to be.

I still had to do physical therapy for my right leg after breaking my tibia and my fibula; getting back into shape was rough. My contract had ended and it wasn’t in my best interest to keep playing, even though I loved the game.

It wasn’t smart to put my health and marriage on the line, especially since we were on the verge of divorce. I’d like to say getting injured was a blessing, but I think it was a rude awakening for both of us. I can still remember Camila's look of despair when she finally made it to the hospital.

I rubbed my chest, still worried that I just put a wrench in our progress even though she had seemed to have been understanding. She even looked up BDSM on a porn website—I’m surprised that didn’t make her run for the hills— so it couldn’t be that bad, right? It felt like I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Packing the juices I made along with some snacks, I left the condo to head to the stadium. It still stung coming back here, but it kept me close to the game without actually being in the game. I would take anything, and thankfully some of the team kept me busy cooking for them and working with their nutritionist, making eating easier for them. I loved that I got to use my degree in Health and Exercise and it almost made me want to go back for my masters.

Some of my teammates were some of the best men I knew. I had been itching to talk to someone about my situation, but how do you tell people you used to play with that I wanted to be on my knees for my wife and have her tell me I’m a good boy? We were close, but not that close.

“Hey, Malone!”

I turned around to see an old teammate who had retired six years before I had.

“Gomez, hey, how is it going?” I smiled as we hugged. “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, I was sorry to hear you had to retire,” he said, frowning.

“It happens, part of the game, right?” I shrugged. “What brings you here?”

“My son was drafted this year,” he said proudly.

“Wow! That's amazing,” I said. “You must be pretty proud.”

“Yeah, my twins are quite the athletes. One in the NFL and one in the AHL.” He beamed.

“Twins?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Well Irish twins,” he chuckled. “Nine months apart, so pretty dang close.”

“That’s awesome man, I’d be proud too,” I said.

“Yeah, well I just wanted to say hi and I’ll let my son know if he needs any meals to come to you,” he said. “The guys say your cooking is amazing and you make good stuff that doesn’t feel like the same chicken and rice crap that they eat.”

“Keeps me close to the game and you know I love to cook,” I said, feeling good that the players talked about my food.

“Yeah, I remember a few meals you made for some of the players and me,” he said, rubbing his stomach. “I’m glad you found something to do, most players have a hard time recovering after an injury.”

“It helps that I have a good support system,” I said.

“Yeah, it does. Well, I’ll let you go, but I’ll be in Denver. We should have a drink sometime,” he clapped my shoulder.

“Yeah, I still have the same number. Let me know,” I said, waving at him as he headed on his way out.

After making my deliveries, I talked to a few of the coaches and the nutritionist, Jeff. We talked about some changes I needed to make for a few players and I took notes, already mentally thinking of what I could change. As I left, I knew it would be best to call Vincent and see if he could offer me any insight, but I felt embarrassed. I was a thirty-four-year-old man who had a hard time talking about what I wanted. Years of being told I would take over the farm since I was the oldest son, and that it was my duty to the family, left me with some old habits.

Before I lost my nerve I dialed Vincent's number. The phone rang and I resisted the urge to hang up.

“Luke, it's been too long,” Vincent answered the phone.

“I know, I have been meaning to catch up with you since you are now a Denver resident,” I said, walking to my truck.

“It’s been busy coming back to Denver, moving and getting the company together,” he said.

“Please, we know you had nothing to do with moving,” I laughed.

“Fine, but I have been busy with work,” he laughed. “We should get some dinner sometime?”

“You free tonight?” I asked, thinking it might be better to talk in person since Camy would be out with a client.

“I can’t. I’m meeting my friend Genevieve tonight at one of the classes she teaches,” he said.

“A class? What class could you possibly go to?” I got into my car and started it up.

“It’s actually a class to help women find their inner dominatrix,” he said, like he was talking about the weather. “I’ve missed the Denver scene and I always enjoyed her classes and it is a great place to meet potential subs. She teaches a variety of classes.”

“Did you say she teaches how to be a dominatrix?”

What are the fucking odds that I called him for advice, and he talked about a class that might peak Camila’s interest.

“Yeah, it's to teach women to be more confident in bed when their men love to be submissive,” he said, sounding like he was moving around.

I didn’t know what to say, did I ask how to get in? Would that be weird?

“Luke?”

“Yeah, I’m here, I was just thinking, I didn’t know classes like these were available,” I said, my nerves making me stumble on my words.

“Are you interested?” Vincent asked without a hint of judgment.

“Maybe…” I said.

“Genevieve is a great teacher and I think she said she has a class next week. She usually holds them at her home or at the local sex club,” he sounded amused. “I know you were interested in New York, are you ready to dip your toes into our lifestyle?”

“I told Camila I wanted to be dominated,” I blurted.

“What did she say?” he asked.

“Uh… well, I said it at therapy, and we didn’t discuss it until she got home. It was a little awkward,” I said, rubbing my neck.

“Well, I’m sure it was, but this is good. You've been curious for a few years, but I know it’s been a rough few years,” he said, sympathy lacing his tone. “Maybe this will bring you closer. This lifestyle is about trust and communication.”

“She looked it up on a porn site, might have scared her off,” I laughed nervously.

“Mierda, yeah, then you definitely need to come to a class,” he said with a little chuckle. “Let me speak to Genevieve and see if she has any spots for next week and I’ll get back to you.”

“Thanks, I’d appreciate that,” I said, relieved.

“Of course, I think this will be great for you both,” he said, sounding more confident than I felt. “Genevieve does one-on-one classes too so that might be an option and if I'm not mistaken she also is up for some fun by the hour.”

“Oh, I don’t know if we need by the hour,” I said. “We might want to dip our toes in first.”

“Of course, do whatever you feel comfortable with,” he said. “Look, I have to go, but I’ll let you know what she says.”

“Thanks, Vincent,” I said, relieved.

“Anytime, talk to you later,” he said.

“Bye,” I said and hung up the phone while laughing to myself.

It felt like the universe was giving us a sign and I would be stupid to let this pass us by.

I chickened out when Camila came home. She was animated, excited about this potential client. It was the most high-profile client she had ever had. It was a wedding dress, and while she isn’t exactly fond of wedding dresses, she said it was going to be enough for us to be comfortable for a while. We had never lived a lavish lifestyle and my salary was nowhere close to where it used to be, so we’ve been more aware that big trips are something we can’t do on a whim anymore.

She was too excited, and I figured she deserved to revel in her accomplishments instead of thinking about my sexual curiosity. That night I thought about the different scenarios, and how this could all go terribly wrong, but the following night I didn’t even have to bring it up.

I had just sat down after serving us dessert. I made a brownie with homemade vanilla bean ice cream and a shot of espresso on top. It was heaven in dessert form.

“This is delicious, Cari?o,” she said, before taking another bite.

“Thank you,” I said as I watched her eat.

She moaned, making my brain short circuit. A small drip of ice cream fell on top of her breast. I licked my lips unconsciously, desperate to lick the ice cream off of her. My pants felt a little tighter watching her devour the ice cream and brownie.

“I was thinking maybe we need to find out if there is a sex club in the area,” she said casually.

Her statement caught me off guard and I coughed on my brownie.

“Shit, sorry,” she chuckled, giving me my cup of water.

I cleared my throat. “I didn’t expect those words.” I coughed one more time.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been thinking about it and I think that's the best place to start, right?” She looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes.

“Actually, I found out that there is a woman who holds classes,” I said, wondering how she was going to take it.

“A class?” Her eyes grew wide. “What is it, Dominating 101?”

I chuckled, “Vincent said his friend, Genevieve, holds the class. It’s about female dominance.”

My cheeks heated.

“Wow, I didn’t know that would be a thing,” she said, biting her lip. “What does this class entail?”

“I don’t know yet, but Vincent said she is amazing and it might be a step in the right direction for us,” I said, cringing a little.

Would she get mad that I had talked to him about it?

“Oh, I’m assuming he knows everything?” she asked, scrunching up her nose.

“No, he only knows we were struggling, but no details, this is the only thing he knows about because I was worried about telling you,” I said, grabbing her hand. “He said that we should do this, it's about trust and communication. I know we are working on ourselves, but maybe we can give the class a try and go from there. If at any point you don’t like it, we will leave and we can forget this entire nonsense.”

She gnawed at her lip, it was her sign that she was nervous.

“How many people are in the class?” Thankfully, she was asking questions.

“I don’t know, but he says her classes are usually small,” I said. “He was going to see if she had anything coming up soon and get back to me.”

“Ok, can I be there when you talk about the class?” She squeezed my hand.

“Of course, if you have any questions, we could also ask him,” I said, quickly knowing Vincent would be ok with it. “It will be better than watching porn.”

“I’d like that.” She chuckled. “I won’t be doing that ever again.”

“If this doesn’t work, maybe we can watch porn together and preferably at home,” I smirked.

“I was curious!” she laughed.

We went back to eating our dessert talking about our plans for the weekend. It was normal and comforting. Maybe Vincent was right, maybe this was the right direction for us. We were saving our relationship and maybe I needed to do this or I would always keep wondering what it would be like.