Theirs (Possession #2)

3. Genevieve

3

Genevieve

N othing in my closet jumped out at me. I ran my hand over the leather and latex wanting something different, but I knew I wasn’t going to find it. It seemed like I needed to go shopping at my favorite store to see the eclectic owner who did alterations and made kinky attire. He always had something amazing in his store or if I was lucky, I might be able to convince him to custom make me something.

I grabbed my favorite vegan leather get-up. It was a pain in the ass to put on, but the skirt made my ass look good and all the straps and buckles had rhinestones on them. Yes I love sparkly things, fucking sue me. Diamonds might not be a girl's best friend, but hell if I’m not going to say no to some.

Brushing out my wet hair, I debated leaving it down or up. Tonight’s class would be small, with only four couples. Small classes were easier to teach and I usually wore it up, but I wanted a fifties wave to show off my freshly colored red hair. It always made me feel more feminine and desired.

My subs decided to break their contract because they decided to move to Texas. They caught me off guard and while I knew it was for a job, it still stung that they had left, especially without even a goodbye. I thought that they were different, it had felt different. They had been one of many subs in the last year that had graced my bed.

I had hoped they would stay, there was nothing worse than finding a new sub; the constant search for new subs was getting exhausting. My last subs had been perfect and I truly thought we had maybe a year or two before we all moved on. Maybe tonight, after the class, I would go to The Atelier and find someone to play with or… my previous sub, Easton, was coming, maybe I could convince him to do a session for old time’s sake.

After curling my hair and pinning it up, I finished my makeup. I slipped—well not slipped, but shimming it on with some oil and weird positions testing my strength— into my outfit. Just as I was adjusting the harness on it, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall.

My heart began to beat a little faster, hearing them come closer. Easton had been one of my favorite submissives. He was a switch, making things interesting, keeping me on my toes, a little too bratty for my taste at times, but we worked together well. He gave me what I needed and I gave him what he needed.

It had been years since we had gone our separate ways, but maybe it was time to go back to something familiar, maybe this time I would try and make it work. We had weekends where we would stay together and at one point in time, I thought he wanted more, which of course made me nervous. Feelings made me queasy, so as I got older, I realized I had closed myself off too many possibilities. When feelings were involved, people became loose cannons and I hated not being in control. I’ve always wondered what would have happened if we had stayed together.

A soft knock brought my attention back to the present.

“Come in, love,” I said, walking into the bedroom.

“Good evening, Mistress.” Easton’s sultry voice made me smile.

Easton was an absolutely gorgeous man, with light blonde hair and gray eyes, a perfect combo for alluring and aloofness.

“It seems you have a knack for coming at the right time,” I said, walking into my closet for some shoes.

“I’ve perfected the art of coming at the right time,” he said playfully.

I laughed, coming out of the closet with a pair of thigh high boots.

“I taught you well,” I said, sitting on the bed.

Easton immediately walked to me, kneeling down to help me with my boots. I loved when he helped put on or take off my shoes. It was so sensual, like foreplay.

“I have bad news,” he said.

“Oh?”

“I’m not going to be able to stay,” he said, zipping my boot. “I completely forgot I needed to babysit for Charlene.”

I tried to hide my disappointment. “It’s ok, love. You could have just called.”

“I was just down the street and I needed to walk anyway,” he said, zipping the last boot.

“A lot on your mind?” I cupped his cheek.

“Actually, I do,” he said, looking unsure, far from the confident man I was used to seeing. “The woman I was with in your last class has left me confused and wanting more.”

“Make her a sub,” I said.

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” he said, standing up.

“Complicated isn’t good,” I said, standing too, cupping his cheek. “But... sometimes complicated works out.”

He gave me a small smile.

“You might be right,” he said, kissing my hand.

“We should catch up with dinner soon,” I said, swallowing down my disappointment.

“We need to,” he said. “I’ll call you this week.”

“You better,” I said playfully.

“Goodnight, Mistress,” he smirked, kissing my forehead before leaving.

“Good night,” I said, a little annoyed, but I couldn’t really blame Easton.

He had seemed lost these past few years and maybe she would be good for him. If anyone deserved some good in their life, it was Easton. He had shit parents and he spent the last few years helping his sister with taking care of her daughter.

I took a deep breath, checking the time and headed into the living room to make sure everything was ready for the couples. Since it was a small group, I only had a modest charcuterie board along with water and a small bar. I didn’t like people drinking before a class, but sometimes a small drink gave people the push to lose their inhibitions.

The ding from the elevator alerted me and I greeted the first couple. All but one couple were new to my classes, and I loved newbies. It gave me great satisfaction to be able to introduce people to the lifestyle, especially women. Seeing a woman take charge, it was so fucking sexy.

Vincent had said a friend of his would be coming with his wife, and I was definitely curious how they would take to the class. From what their application said, the husband was the one who was curious about being submissive. The wife was willing to try and I admired that they were exploring each other’s desires. It was a step in the right direction, but it also spoke volumes about what kind of couple they were.

The last three couples walked in together making introductions a little hard. A beautiful dark-haired woman and her very tall husband caught my eyes. It wasn’t uncommon for me to feel attracted to the couples I met, but they were absolutely stunning. She was gorgeous, her green eyes were so big and bright it gave her a look of innocence, but the body she had was anything but innocent; she had a bodycon dress on that showed off her wide hips and an ass I wanted to bite into.

Her husband was one of the biggest men I had ever seen, and I immediately wanted to see how far he could throw me around and have his way with me. He also had a look of innocence with his all-American appearance. He had short blond hair with brown eyes and when he smiled, he looked so wholesome.

I want to make him beg on his knees right next to his wife.

Dammit, I should not be having these thoughts right before I teach this class and spend an hour with this couple. I started the class by saying hello to everyone, introducing myself, and getting right into what would happen during the next hour. The new couples looked nervous, there was a small part of me that loved it.

“Alright, before we get started, you are more than welcome to lose some clothes if you feel comfortable being in your underwear,” I said, seeing some of them look even more nervous. “This is more so for the men, since you will be on your knees and in compromising positions.”

The attractive blond man quickly pulled his shirt off and unbuckled his pants while his wife held his clothes for him. This man was almost all muscle. My mouth dried up from his physique. His muscles had muscles and I couldn’t help but look more than I should have let myself. He looked amazing in just his black boxer briefs and when he looked up at me his cheeks grew pink. I liked that more than I should have. The rest of the men reluctantly took their clothes off while their partners stole glances at All-American man.

Once I got my head out of my ass, I went into talking about trust. Each couple sat in front of each other while I talked about communication and how important it was. We talked about likes and dislikes, different kinks and how they needed to figure out what they liked as a couple. We moved on to safe words, the stop light method, and if our mouths were occupied, we needed a signal to stop everything if we needed it.

I gave them time to figure out their safe words, moving on to discussing likes and dislikes about toys, restraints and then impact play. Everyone looked to be paying attention, but when I lingered over the hot couple, the wife was noticeably flushed. The husband looked sheepish, constantly looking over at his wife.

I passed around different impact instruments, teaching the women proper technique and letting them get a feel for all of them. The wife of the hot couple did not look to be enjoying it or she might have been extremely shy. By the lack of force she was using, I knew her husband wasn’t getting the right introduction.

“You need to flick your wrist, let the crop do most of the work for you,” I said, helping her flick her wrist.

The husband tensed, but relaxed for the next one.

“Oh, ok, thank you,” she said, biting her lip.

They were so adorable, blushing and looking so damn innocent. I found myself lingering around them during the class. When we talked about anal and finding the men’s G-spot, the room grew hot with arousal. This is why I saved this for the last, usually after everyone was aroused it was hard to get people to pay attention.

The last thing on the agenda was helping the woman try on a harness with a dildo attached. Not every man enjoying being fucked, but I felt like this would be a good talkingpoint when the couples went home in case some men wanted to try it. Before I finished the class, I gave them some homework to try. I also told them if they had any questions, they could email me and that there were more classes offered at the local sex club.

The men got dressed as my eyes lingered on the attractive man and woman. Some of the couples came up to thank me and when the last new couple came up I grew suspicious the hot couple were friends of Vincent’s.

“Thank you for the class,” the woman said with her husband right behind her.

“My pleasure, I hope you were able to learn something to get started,” I said.

“You gave us a lot to think about and try,” the husband said with a big smile and a slight southern accent.

“Great. Like I said, if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to email or even take another class,” I said, really hoping I got to see them again, even if it was just to admire them again. “Thank you for coming?—”

I left my sentence hanging, hoping they would give me their names.

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Camila, and this is my husband Luke,” she said, another blush making her chest and face flush.

“It was nice to meet you,” I said, remembering their names from the application.

“You too, we appreciate the class,” Luke said, grabbing Camila’s hand.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Goodnight,” I said, watching them leave and hoping this wasn’t the last time I ever saw them.