Theirs (Possession #2)

9. Luke

9

Luke

C amila’s words had been plaguing me since we had talked a few nights ago. I still couldn’t believe we had had a conversation like that. If she hadn’t been so passionate about it with the aroused look she had, I would have thought she was doing it to appease me.

I want us to have a couples session with Genevieve. I want to see her with you.

My first thought was being on my knees for Genevieve and my second thought was my wife next to me as we waited for Genevieve to give us a command. My third thought was if she was asking me to have sex with her.

The entire conversation was a blur. We talked about what we were comfortable with and when we decided on Genevieve being hands-on with everything, I thought I might be hearing things.

Was she giving me permission to fuck Genevieve?

I had too many questions but I wanted Camila to take the lead. Whatever she was comfortable with, then I would be too. At least I thought I was going to be ok with it. Genevieve was a beautiful woman, I don’t think any man or woman could say no to her. My dick was on board, but my heart was hesitant.

We entered her building in silence, holding hands as we waited for the elevator. Was I really going to go through with this? The last thing I wanted was to ruin our relationship. We had come so far and if my kinks broke us apart, I would never be able to live with myself. Had she thought this through?

“Hermosa,” I whispered.

“Cari?o?” She looked over at me. “Are you ok?”

The panic must have shown on my face. She instantly pulled me away from the elevators into a small alcove. My heart beat faster, my body felt hot and my equilibrium was off.

“Amor, look at me.”

My body was frozen in fear.

“Mirame,” she snapped.

Look at me.

My eyes collided with hers instantly.

“We don’t have to do this,” she said, cupping my cheek.

“I don’t want this to ruin us.” My voice cracked. “I don’t want to lose you, Camila, not when I just got you back.

“Cari?o, why would you think that?” She looked confused.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to lose you and if this is the reason why, I’ll?—”

“Luke,” she clipped. “I know what I’m doing. I have thought of every scenario and I promise you, I’m ok with it.”

“What are you ok with? Is it everything? I don’t want to do something that you haven’t thought of.” I took a deep breath. “What if she kisses me? Or what if she wants…”

I paused wanting to say sex, but what if she hadn’t thought of that?

“Have sex?” She finished my sentence.

I nodded.

“I mean isn’t that what teaching me is all about,” she said, looking away. “She has to show me right?”

A blush started from her chest all the way up to her face. She bit her lip, looking back at me, her eyes had darkened, and the slight hitch in her breathing let me know she was turned on by the idea.

“You want this, don’t you?” My nerves slowly left me as the realization hit me. “You want to see us have sex?”

“Um…”

Her blush deepened as she looked away.

“Hermosa, are you a voyeur?” I asked, feeling better by the second.

“I… I think so.” She sucked on her lip. “The kink questionnaire put the idea in my head and the more I think about you with her, the more I want to see it. I have been thinking about it for a few days”

She slowly looked up at me. Her expression was guarded like she was waiting for me to be disgusted by her.

“Oh, Hermosa,” I said, tucking a curl behind her ear. “You don’t have to be ashamed of what you like.”

“It’s just with her though, because thinking of you with other women disgusts me, but not with her.” She took a sharp breath. “I find it erotic. Genevieve is erotic.”

My heart pounded for a different reason now as my cock grew a little hard.

“If you don’t feel comfort?—”

“Let’s play it by ear and if at any time either of us feels uncomfortable, we say red.” I pecked her lips. “Ok?”

“Ok, I like that,” she said, pulling me down for a kiss.

It wasn’t sweet or tender. It was full of carnal energy, and if I didn’t believe that she wanted this, the kiss showed me she was.

“Camila, if you keep kissing me like that, we will never make it upstairs,” I said in between kisses.

“Ok,” she said, kissing me, then biting my lower lip.

I pulled away quickly, grabbing her hand, leading us to the elevator. We walked in quickly and I pulled her into me, kissing her the entire way up. When we exited, we were both a little breathless. Camila’s lips were swollen, her lipstick was smeared and god, she looked gorgeous. We fixed ourselves before walking into the condo. It was quiet and when we walked into the living room, Genevieve was looking out the window with a glass of wine in her hand.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” she said, turning to look at us.

She looked lethal and powerful in a leather tight skirt with her corset tucked in. Her hair was in a high ponytail making her features sharper. She was sex in human form and my mouth dried when I realized what might happen tonight.

“Uh… we got a little carried away downstairs,” Camila said, squeezing my hand.

Genevieve looked us over before a smirk graced her lips.

“It looks like you got started earlier,” she said walking to us. “Would you like something to drink? I don’t usually allow drinking, but I think one drink should be fine.”

I didn’t want alcohol to numb or impair my senses. I wanted to feel everything she was willing to give me.

“No, thank you,” I said, looking over at Camila.

“I would like one,” Camila said in a small voice.

“That’s not how a Dom would ask for a drink,” Genevieve tsked.

“I want a glass of wine,” she said with a little more confidence.

“Much better,” she praised Camila. “Red or white?”

“White,” Camila said immediately.

“Of course. Go get comfortable on the sofa and we can talk before we get started,” she said, passing by us looking at us appreciatively.

We watched her walk to the bar, both of us enraptured by her. She looked over at us and we moved like we had been caught doing something bad. I chuckled when we sat on the sofa, wondering what this woman was doing to us.

“Here you go,” Genevieve said, giving a glass to Camila.

“Thank you,” she said, before taking a sip of wine.

“So, what did you decide on?” Genevieve sat on the ottoman in front of us, putting us close together.

“I want Luke to have the full experience,” Camila said, taking another sip of her wine. “And I want to watch.”

Genevieve raised her eyebrows looking at me. “Are you ok with that?”

“Yes,” I said immediately. “We discussed it and if at any time either of us is uncomfortable we will use the word red to stop everything.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you talked about safe words,” Genevieve said with a small smile. “Communication is very important and I expect both of you to use it even if you think you will be fine. Can I trust you to do that?”

We nodded.

“I need words,” she clipped.

“Yes,” we said together.

She studied us, nodding like she was happy with whatever she saw.

“Ok, ground rules,” she said, looking at me. “You will address me as Mistress every time you speak to me. If I ask you a question you say ‘Yes, Mistress.’ I expect you to keep your eyes down unless I tell you otherwise. We will use the stoplight method green for good, yellow for slow down or pause and red to stop everything. Condoms are non-negotiable.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said instinctively.

“Good boy,” she said, and her words warmed me up, shooting arousal straight through me.

Camila looked at me and she smirked. “Do you like being told you're a good boy?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered. Admitting it felt freeing.

“Tonight, we will do some light BDSM and role playing,” Genevieve said standing up. “Some impact play, restraints, and orgasm denial. Are you ok with that?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, willing to try anything.

“Are you ok with that, Camila?” Genevieve looked at my wife.

“Yes, as long as he is comfortable with it,” she said, squeezing my hand.

“Anything off limits for you?” Genevieve walked away from us.

“I don’t think so,” Camila said, her brows furrowing as she thought about it.

“Kissing is fine?” Genevieve sat her wine glass on the table.

“Yes,” Camila replied. “If there is something I don’t like I will say red. I want him to experience everything you have to offer and I want to watch and learn.”

My body was getting hotter the longer we talked about the experience I was about to head into. My cock was hard, but the longer we talked the more uncomfortable I grew. I needed relief.

“Ok, Luke,” Genevieve snapped.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, looking at her.

“Go into the last room on the right, strip down to your underwear and kneel by the door,” she commanded. “I expect you not to move until I tell you to, even if that means you stay there for an hour.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, getting up.

“Now kiss your wife and leave us,” she said, leaning against the bar.

I sat down, threading my hands through her hair and pulling her towards me. Our earlier urgency returned, and I kissed her roughly, excited at what was coming next.

“Te amo,” I said, kissing down her neck.

“Te amo, Cari?o,” she sighed.

I nibbled on her jaw, kissing her one more time before I stood up to leave. Camila was flushed and the look in her eye was full of hunger.

“Go, Luke.” Genevieve broke our spell.

I walked around the ottoman. “Good boy,” Camila said, making me stumble a little.

The praise shot straight to my cock making me swell even more. I continued to the room she had instructed me to, took my clothes off and laid them on the chair by the door. I stood in the room in only my boxer briefs, shaking the nervous energy out of my limbs.

I took a few deep breaths, popped my neck, centering myself. I had no idea what to expect and that excited me. I wasn’t going to make any decisions and I was in the hands of a woman who I knew was going to give me an experience I was never going to forget, all while as my wife watched.

All my anxiety slipped away, as I knelt on the floor. I relaxed my body limb by limb, ready for anything. The thought of my wife also commanding me alongside Genevieve nearly had me coming.

This was going to ruin me and I was ready for it.