Theirs (Possession #2)

8. Genevieve

8

Genevieve

M y neck hurt from being on my computer all morning. I was wound tightly from seeing what awaited me in my email and I didn’t know how the hell I was going to respond to it.

Last night I watched them through the glass. It was always hard to see exactly what was on the other side, but I felt their gaze. I wanted them to be in the room with me and I had never had such a visceral reaction to a couple before. It worried me.

So instead of responding, I threw myself into work trying to distract myself from the email that was burning a hole on my computer. My phone rang and I smiled.

“Hello,” I said in a sultry voice.

“Genevieve,” my friend Vincent purred. “Did you get my email?”

Of course he would need me to look at my damn email.

“Not, yet, I’ve been working on some accounting,” I said.

Not a total lie.

“That apartment property has come for sale again and I was wondering if you wanted it.” he said, and I knew immediately which property he was asking about.

“Yes, how much?” I almost squealed.

“Look at the email.”

“Oh, just tell me Vincent,” I said, delaying opening my email.

“Half a million,” he said, and I flinched.

“Damn them,” I cursed. “That seems to be way overvalued.”

“Yeah, but there has been some interest and I think they are hoping to get as close to that as possible,” Vincent said, as I heard the keys to his keyboard clacking.

“They have had interest for years, why now?” I reluctantly went into my emails hoping to stay away from that email, but her name was the first thing I saw.

Camila Malone.

I took a deep breath, clicking on the email Vincent had sent me.

“I think they might be panicking because they don’t know how the market is going to behave in the next year, but if they were smart they would sit on it,” Vincent said. “I think you can put in a bid for four hundred and see where that gets you.”

“What if someone bids half a million?” I looked over the information he sent.

“I doubt it. I think if you get closer to it, it will still be worth it in the long run and I might send people your way,” he said.

“My way?” I was intrigued.

“Lincoln and I might purchase the hockey team. We will most likely have to scrap the entire team and if we have to bring in new people, we can suggest your apartments,” he said, as he stopped clicking away.

“A hockey team?” I scrunched my nose thinking about my friend who played hockey. “Don’t you have any other ideas for how to spend your money?”

He chuckled. “They are going under and sales and attendance are bad. I think it would be a good investment.”

“Only you would think a sports team would be a good investment,” I laughed.

“I mean, why not? If we revamp the team and give it the TLC it needs, possibly bring home a cup, we might be able to sell it for a nice profit,” he said. “Lincoln thinks it’s a good investment and I agree.”

“Well, I’ll think about the apartment,” I said, closing the email before I saw her name again.

“How was newbie night?” Vincent asked. “Did you see Luke and Camila there?”

“Yeah, they were there,” I said, keeping my voice even.

“How did they do in your class?”

“They were fine,” I replied.

“Was it bad?” He sounded a little irritated.

“Not really,” I said, leaning back in my office chair.

“Ok, what’s going on? Did you hate them? You’re usually not so tight-lipped about these types of things,” he said.

“No, nothing, I?—”

“Was it Luke or his wife? I know she hasn’t been exposed to this lifestyle and she might be a little up?—”

“She’s not uptight, she is?—”

“Now she speaks,” he chuckled.

I scowled even though he couldn’t see it.

“Fine, if you really want to know, she asked me to teach her to be a Domme,” I said, instantly regretting telling Vincent.

“Teach her?” He sounded intrigued. “And are you?”

Yes.

“I don’t know, I don’t give one-on-one lessons often,” I said, attempting to sound flippant, grasping at an excuse that didn’t sound plausible

“Would it be different than them paying for your time? What’s holding you back?” He sounded concerned.

I want both of them.

“They are a married couple and while I teach in a group setting or one on one, teaching her with her husband there seems like a recipe for disaster,” I sighed. “They are in marriage counseling and adding me into the mix seems like the wrong thing to do.”

“You’ve never been one to run from a problem,” Vincent teased. “Teach her a few things and call it a day. Do it at the club in a controlled setting.”

When he said it like that it, it sounded easy. Was I just making this more difficult than it needed to be? Probably.

“Wait… are you?—”

“I have to go, bye,” I said, hanging up before he said something I didn’t want to hear.

I set my phone down thinking about what he had said. This was what I did, teach women to take the reins and be the woman she always wanted to be. I loved helping women find their inner Domme, I thrived on it. Why was I so reluctant about helping them?

I was just being ridiculous. Yes, I found them attractive, but I found so many people attractive and I never acted upon it. Except that wasn’t it, if I was being really honest with myself. If I ended up liking them and they thought this lifestyle wasn’t for them, it would be like all the other Subs I had. No one stayed.

This was the worst idea. I didn’t know why I was doing this, but I stared at the number I had already entered on my phone. My finger was hovering over the call button as another surge of uncertainty hit me. I scolded myself, then hit dial. It rang a few times and a little relief started to run through me.

“Hello, this is Camila,” she said, her voice sending goosebumps up my spine.

“Hello, Camila.” I tried not to purr. “It’s Genevieve.”

“Oh, uh, hello, hi,” she stuttered.

“I figured it would be better if we discussed your email over the phone,” I said walking around my living room. “Is this a good time?”

“Uh, I mean yes, this is a good time,” she stumbled over her words again.

I couldn’t help but love it.

“Actually, can you give me two minutes?” she said quickly.

“Of course,” I said, listening intently as she talked to someone.

It was quiet for another minute before the sound of a door closing came through. Camila was mumbling something before taking a deep breath.

“Sorry about that, I was finishing up with my assistant,” she said a little more confidently.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t think you would be at work,” I said, glancing at the clock to see it was a little past six.

“It’s ok,” she said. “I’m making a custom wedding dress and we’ve hit a snag with the fabric and we’ve been trying to find something that we can use to substitute.”

“Wow, wedding dresses?” I craved to know more about her.

“Yeah. I particularly don’t like them, but a woman has to make money somehow and this, thankfully, isn’t your run of the mill wedding dress,” she sighed.

“We are playing with fuchsia and ivory, but the fabric we received wasn’t the right dye lot and it looked more champagne. I knew the client wasn’t going to be happy and I’ve been scrambling all day to find an alternative before I drop the bomb.”

“Wow—”

“Sor—” she paused briefly. “I get carried away when I talk about my clients.”

“Good girl,” I said in a sultry tone. “You never apologize.”

She took a sharp breath.

“I’ve been trying,” she said, as the sound of her chair made an awful noise. “Don’t mind the chair, it’s old and I refuse to get a new one even though Luke has bought me several ones.”

I smiled at her rambling. It was adorable and endearing.

“I thought it would be better to talk to you because what you asked for needs to be clarified,” I said, taking a deep breath. “What are you really wanting, Camila?”

“I want you to teach me,” she said softly.

“What does teaching you look like?” I stopped walking, anxious to hear her answer.

“I don’t understand what you’re asking for,” she said, sounding nervous.

“I want you to think about us all together and what you see happening,” I said, picturing some very compromising positions.

“I… I don’t know,” she stammered. “I thought you could tell me.”

Jesus, the more I’m around Camila the more I think she doesn’t have a dominant bone in her body. She’d be better off on her knees next to her husband and taking orders while I brought her so much pleasure she couldn’t see straight.

“Do you want to watch while I play with your husband? Or do you want to participate with me by your side?” I asked, hearing her breath hitch again. “Do you see any sex happening or is this strictly what happens before sex? Are you going to be comfortable with me in the room while Luke is naked or trussed up begging for you to fuck him.”

“I don’t know, I didn’t think about that,” she said, a little breathy.

“These are things you need to think about because what you’re asking me to do is something intimate between a Domme and their Submissive,” I said, walking to the sofa to sit down. “If you want this to work with your husband, I suggest you and he talk about this and really dive into what you’re asking for. If this is what both of you want, meet me on Sunday at six pm for your lesson at the same place you had your class.”

She was silent for too long. I thought she was going to tell me never mind, but Camila surprised me again.

“Ok, I will see you on Sunday,” she said confidently.

“Good girl,” I purred before I hung up the phone. “I’ll send you another invoice.”

Good girl? I really needed to get my shit together because if I was going to be in a room with them with so much sexual energy, I needed my wits about me. This iswork, they are paying me, and I can’t mix business with pleasure. If they were even a fraction as delicious as they were in my daydreams then I might be in for a whole lot of trouble. I might not survive the wholesome couple and at this point, I was ok with that.