Theirs (Possession #2)

5. Luke

5

Luke

T hings had been different since we took the class. I saw Camila trying, but I also saw her hesitation too. A part of me wondered if I was expecting too much, but when she does something like command me to do something, it sets my blood on fire.

She wasn’t really demanding I do anything, but I saw sparks of dominance in her that made me rock hard. Our sex on the dining table was hot, and while our instructor Genevieve might not have thought Camila was being dominant, I think she had made us look at sex in a different way. Even though Camila said she would try harder, I knew she was being too hard on herself.

Lately, I had been thinking about her request. How she wanted to go somewhere and I would attempt to pick her up, as if we didn’t know each other. It sounded exciting and different, and even though I didn’t think I could pull it off, I wanted to try for her. I mean, it was the least I could do.

That night for dinner I made beef and bean pupusas with Mexican rice and plantains. It was one of her favorite meals, and I had been going the extra mile because I wanted to show my appreciation. As I finished the plantains, Camila was changing and grabbing us something to drink.

She walked in with a pep in her step and I wondered if she had gotten another client or was in the process of getting one. She made us margaritas, setting them down as I put the plates on the table, going back for the curtido and the salsa.

She was dressed in her usual sweatshirt and shorts, but I loved seeing her like this. Yeah, I liked lace, tight dresses and thigh highs, but there was something absolutely sexy about her being comfortable and the slight peek of her shoulder every now and then was perfect. Before she sat down, I pulled her towards me, kissing her softly on her lips before kissing her on her forehead.

I was right about a new client and this client had been referred to her by another one. She needed a dress to attend some benefit happening in a few months. Camila talked about colors, fabrics and how the client gave her a budget that had endless possibilities.

My heart grew ten times its size seeing her so happy. For a while, I thought that maybe we wouldn’t get here, that our time as husband and wife was over, but it wasn’t just that. Camila was my best friend, we used to talk about everything, we didn’t hold anything back until we tried to have kids.

There was a piece of me that wished we hadn’t tried, but we had both wanted kids, and had always talked about them. It always felt like it was the next step in our marriage, but we quickly learned that things are different for every couple. We didn’t have to do things just because that's what was expected of us or what society expected of us. While I think I still wanted kids, I wanted them on our own terms and not just because people thought that we had to have them.

After dinner, Camila helped me with the dishes even though I knew she was desperate to go sketch. I finally got her to get out of the kitchen and finished up. I headed into our living room, turned on the TV, skimmed the channels until I saw a Law and Order episode that I got sucked into from the first two minutes of watching it.

I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep until Camila shook my shoulder and I woke up abruptly, sitting up quickly.

“Whoa,” she said, stepping back so I didn't accidently hit her.

I looked around remembering I was in the living room.

“Sorry,” I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

“It’s ok, I called your name like five times,” she smiled. “I was about to leave you here and go to bed. You were really knocked out.”

“I didn’t even know I had fallen asleep,” I said, getting up. “I didn’t even get to see who the kidnapper was.”

I turned off the TV and followed Camila out of the living room doing my nightly routine. I checked the doors, made sure everything was turned off before I made my way to our bedroom.

Camila was in the bathroom as I got undressed and headed for the shower, opening the glass door. I showered quickly, feeling my wife’s eyes on me, deciding to soap up my body a little slower.

“Touch yourself,” she said, making me pause, looking over my shoulder to make sure I heard her right. “One hand on the wall, and one on your cock.”

My abdomen clenched in arousal as a bolt of pleasure hit me. I put my hand on the wall, leaning on it, grabbing my cock and stroking it lazily with the soap on my hand. Looking up, I saw her sitting on the counter. Her sleep t-shirt dress was hiked up and if she spread her legs, I’d get to see that sweet pussy covered in underwear. I stroked myself faster as heat spread throughout my body.

“You don’t come until I do. Got it?” Camila opened her legs showing me her bare pussy and I groaned.

The sound of buzzing echoed throughout the bathroom, and she trailed the small vibrator down her chest, slowly dragging it down her stomach and in between her legs. I was so transfixed, I stopped stroking myself.

“Keep stroking yourself,” she clipped, as she pulled the vibrator away before she touched her clit. “Don’t stop because if you do, no orgasm for you.”

I nodded dumbly, grabbing myself again, waiting for her to touch herself. The moment the vibrator touched her, she cried out. My cock was getting harder by the minute, I could feel my orgasm starting low in my back, threatening to explode. I slowed down my strokes, to keep myself from coming.

“Don’t slow down,” Camila moaned, cupping her breast over her shirt. “Keep fucking your fist like it’s my pussy.”

I trembled with the need to release, seeing the vibrator circle her clit and her pussy getting wet almost sent me over the edge. I closed my eyes.

“Eyes on me, Cari?o,” she said with a hint of sternness.

“I’m going to come, if I look at you,” I whined, opening my eyes to see her head back.

Her chest was moving rapidly, a flush creeping up her neck and she bit her lip as her hips started thrusting into the vibrator.

“I’m so close,” she gasped, tweaking her nipple.

Her back arched, she shouted her release and I followed her instantly. My orgasm was intense, threatening to make my knees buckle as euphoria made my body tremble.

I looked up at Camila, who had a smug look on her face. She hopped down from the counter walking to the glass.

“I think we should visit the local sex club, they have a newbie night this weekend,” she said, biting her lip.

I raised a brow at her. “A newbie night? Are you sure?”

“Yup, I bought us tickets, so this is just a courtesy.” She blew me a kiss before walking out of the bathroom. As I watched her walking out, my excitement grew. For the first time I was feeling less guilty about telling her the truth.

On the car ride to the sex club, I was nothing but nerves. Camila looked cool, calm and collected. It was reassuring, but also unnerving because she was not reacting the way I had expected her to react.

The directions had us parking in a parking garage and we received a key to show the bouncer we had already completed our clearance and our NDA. I exited the car, walking to Camila’s side and opened the door for her.

The dress she had on was sinful. It was faux leather, hugging her curves just right, dipping low in the front and back. She sketched it and made it for herself today and I was ready to just stay home the moment I saw her in it.

I didn’t know how I should dress, but thankfully Camila laid out black slacks and a black shirt that she let me cuff, showing off my forearms. She fixed my shirt before I closed her door and I grabbed her hand, and walked to the elevator that would take us to the club. A few other people were waiting for the elevator, glancing at us, but they mostly stared at Camila like the little snack she was. A few men lingered a little too long while we stepped into the elevator. I pushed her against the wall, leaning my hand above her, taking in the perfect view of her luscious tits. She smirked, as she laid a hand on my chest.

“Pueden mirar,” she said.

They can look.

“Sí, pueden mirar, pero quiero que sepan que solo están mirando.” I smirked.

Yes, they can look, but I want them to know it’s only looking.

She chuckled as the elevator stopped. We all filed out of the elevator into a lobby area. There was a desk at the far end of the room that we all made our way to. We were in the middle of our group and once I handed our cards over, the woman smiled at me, handing me two tickets for drinks and two tags that had a specific color on them.

“Please put the tags on. Enjoy the night, Mr. and Mrs. Malone.” She winked at us.

I thanked her, walking around the desk to a curtain that was opened for us. We walked past it and into an open door. It looked like an expensive bar that had a speakeasy feel to it. There was music playing, there were a lot more people here than I expected and I could feel the excitement in the air.

“Drink?” I asked by her ear, because it was so loud.

She nodded and I led the way to the bar. Camila ordered a dirty martini and I had a scotch. I pulled her close to me as more people filled the bar area. We looked around as we waited for our drinks.

“We can leave at any time, ok?” I said into her ear.

“Ok,” she said, looking up at me. “Same for you, ok?”

I nodded and kissed her quickly, so I didn’t smudge her lipstick.

The bartender set our drinks down, and moved onto the next person. I took a sip of my scotch when a woman approached us.

“Mr. and Mrs. Malone,” she said with a sultry smile. “Compliments of Mr. Valbuena. It’s access to all of the areas of the club, especially our viewing rooms which are behind the curtain to your left and a key for your own room, if you choose to use it.”

She gave me two cards that were all black that had the name and logo of the club. The Atelier was in all gold and it felt thicker than a credit card.

“Our own room?” Camila asked as she took the card from her.

“We have rooms for our special guests that have everything your heart could desire,” she said. “They are located on the other side of the space behind the red door. Mr. Valbuena said to enjoy your stay.”

She walked away as I flipped the card in my hand.

“How the hell did Vincent know we were here?” I put the card in my pocket.

“I might have asked about the club this week,” Camila said, her cheeks growing a little red.

I raised my brows in shock. “Wow, Hermosa. I didn’t expect that.”

“I hope it was ok I took his contact from your phone, but I wanted to do this without you knowing,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “I wanted it to be a surprise, but I didn’t know about the extra stuff. He only secured us a ticket to get in.”

“Thank you,” I said, kissing her softly. “Thank you for trying and doing all of this for me. I don’t deserve you.”

“Of course you do, we deserve each other.” She cupped my cheek and kissed me softly.

A man came up to the bar behind Camila, checking out her ass. I pulled her closer to me, and gave him room to stand at the bar. A hand touched my ass and I quickly looked around to see a woman with her hands up.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Someone pushed me.”

“Are you ok?” I asked, looking back at Camila talking to the guy behind her.

“Yeah, thanks,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “The bar is always so packed.”

“No, thank you.” I heard Camila say.

“Can I buy you a drink?” The woman asked, looking up and down at me.

“No, thank you,” Camila said again.

“No, thanks,” I said quickly, looking at the man bothering my wife.

“Come on baby, he might like watching me fuck you,” he said to Camila, raising his hand to touch her face.

“She said no,” I growled.

The man looked up at me because I was at least six inches taller than him.

“I was just being friendly,” he clipped. “Sometimes women need to be fucked by a real man.”

“What the fuck did you say?” I pulled Camila behind me, my hand clenched at the need to punch his face.

“She doesn’t know what…”

“Cody, I can guarantee, you are not the man to give it to her.” A sultry voice said behind him.

He turned around quickly and there stood our instructor Genevieve with a riding crop in hand.