Theirs (Possession #2)

11. Genevieve

11

Genevieve

“ E arth to Genny!” A hand waved in front of me bringing me out of the daydream I was having about the married couple who had not left my thoughts for the last few days.

“What?” I scowled, looking at my sister, Cheryl, smirking at me.

“What’s up with you?” She grabbed a chip from the basket and dipped it in salsa.

“Nothing,” I said nonchalantly.

“Bullshit,” she said, taking a sip of her margarita. “You look pensive. What's on your mind?”

I took a deep breath, wondering if I even wanted to bring up my married couple. My? I rolled my eyes at myself, maybe talking to Cheryl would help me put some distance between myself and them, because right now I was desperate for another session with them.

“I’ve been working with a married couple and they are not what I expected,” I said, grabbing a chip.

Cheryl raised her eyebrows. “And?”

I sighed, annoyed with myself. “I want them.”

“Ok, and?” She looked annoyed. “That’s never stopped you before. So, what is it now? I mean, it's all consensual right?”

“Of course, I would never sleep with someone against their will or behind a partner's back,” I scoffed. “I might have sex for money, but I draw the line at forcing someone or cheating with someone if I know about their significant other. What's wrong with you?”

Cheryl laughed, “I’m teasing. Calm your tits.”

She grabbed another chip, dipping it in the guacamole this time.

“My tits are just fine,” I grumbled, trying to look annoyed, but I loved it when we teased each other.

Cheryl was my rock and having her as my sister was like winning the lottery. We grew up in a great household until our family was tested over and over again. Job losses and a terrible financial climate led to our father drinking himself to death, leaving us with a mother who had never worked a day in her life.

Cheryl and I started working odd jobs just to keep food on the table and the lights on. Our mother couldn’t hold a job to save our lives. She thought she could find another man to marry and everything would be fine. We worked and took care of each other because she couldn’t be bothered to take care of us, and if we weren’t a man that was wooing her, we weren’t worth her time.

After we left, she had a rude awakening. We loved her, but we couldn’t keep helping her and going to school. Cheryl had already sacrificed so much for me by staying when she could have left. She stayed with me for three years before we finally left our mother and it's been just us ever since.

“I think maybe your tits need a lift, old age is?—”

“Oh… shut it miss, I’ll be turning forty soon,” I laughed.

“I barely have tits, mom forgot to give me some when she made me, and she gave you the big boob gene,” she cackled.

Our server chuckled as she put our tacos and another order of margaritas on the table.

“Thank you, and sorry about my sister, she has no filter,” I said, patting Cheryl's head.

“Oh, screw you,” she laughed, swatting my hand away.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” our server chuckled, walking away.

I grabbed my taco immediately, biting into a shrimp taco that had heat and tang. Dammit, this always hit the spot. Cheryl couldn't contain the moan that escaped her and I chuckled while trying to keep food in my mouth.

“Fuck, Michelle makes a mean taco. I need to find a way to bribe her to give me the recipe,” Cheryl said, before stuffing her mouth with an enormous bite. “I might have to start working here, so my tacos taste as good as hers.”

I laughed at Cheryl and her never-ending need to know how to cook everything. We stayed relatively quiet as we finished eating.

“So, what is really bothering you?” she asked, wiping her mouth. “Don’t bullshit me because I know it’s something more.”

“I told you I want them. I don’t want to want them, but my brain isn’t listening because I am two seconds away from calling them and begging them to see me tonight,” I said, realizing I had just word vomited all my feelings.

“Uh… ok I’m asking because I am wondering, and I’m not asking to be an ass but… why is it such a big deal?” She took a sip of her margarita. “What if you want them? Don’t you prefer having two Subs anyway?”

“They are not what I expected. If I do this, I’ll want them as Subs, and they aren’t my typical Subs who have been in the community for a while. They are new, repairing their marriage, and they are fully committed to each other. If I do this, they will eventually leave. Lately, everyone has been leaving,” I said, licking the salt off the rim.

“I thought that's what you preferred?” Cheryl looked confused. “You’d rather they leave before they get attached, I mean you don’t— Oh! Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

I shrugged, not ready to face the truth. “I don’t know what I want.”

“You do, but you don’t want to face it,” she said in an accusatory tone.

“Aren’t you tired of being alone?” I looked up at my sister who, like me, had stayed single for most of her life.

“Yes and no.” It was her turn to be vague and nonchalant. “I want someone to come home to, but I don’t want to be like our mother, who needed someone.”

I took a deep breath. “I have contracts, and I enjoy BDSM because I don’t want to be her either. If I set up rules, I am in control and if they leave or I end it before someone catches feelings, I won’t be like her either.”

“She still has power over us, even eighteen years later,” Cheryl groaned, grabbing her margarita and chugging the rest of it. “Don’t let mom fuck with your life anymore. If you like them, then go for it. Make them your Subs and let them fall in love with you because, Genny, you are so very easy to love, and you have so much to offer them. You're an amazing woman who deserves to be loved too.”

I clenched my jaw to keep me from crying. “I don’t know if I want love yet, and I don’t know if I want love from two people. That seems like a lot of work.”

“It also seems like a lot of orgasms, and I think, Genny, that is a winning argument.” She smiled. “Also, who says there has to be love, maybe you shouldn’t go into this with a contract. Who needs structure during sex?”

“Me, Cheryl, it’s my?—”

“Security blanket?” She raised her brow.

“Oh, fuck off,” I said, pushing her shoulder.

“Come on, let's pay, go watch some bad romance movies and eat junk food,” she said, waving our waitress over.

“I’ll pass on the junk food unless it's those cookie dough balls you know I love so much,” I said, batting my eyes.

“Fine, you brat. I’ll make you some balls, since I know you love them so much,” she laughed, pulling out her credit card to pay.

I shook my head feeling better about Camila and Luke even though I had no idea what to do with them. Cheryl inspired me to try and go with the flow but I didn’t know if I could do that. It didn’t hurt to try, right?

Cheryl and I walked to her apartment in comfortable silence. The weather was getting colder and I was not looking forward to snow. When fall hit, I always wondered why I stayed here and not in sunny California or Florida where I would be enjoying the warmth all year long. Cheryl loved it here and it seemed to be a small price to pay to stay near her.

We walked into her building when my phone rang. I knew who it was even before I looked at the screen. Excitement burned through me at the thought of another session with them.

“Hello,” I purred.

“Mistress?”

Luke calling me mistress was like an aphrodisiac. I wanted more.

“Yes, pet?”

“Camila and I would like to know if another session with you was possible?”

His voice was timid and submissive. For him being a big man—one that played such an aggressive sport—I would not have guessed he was so submissive. When he was on his knees for me, the power dynamic felt like it was so much more, and it turned me on.

“Are you sure you're ready for another session?” I knew I was dragging this out.

“Yes, Mistress,” Luke said, and I heard Camila in the background too. “We are ready.”

“Have you discussed what happened? Your likes and dislikes?” I walked into the elevator feeling exposed to Cheryl even though she knew everything about what I did.

“Yes, we have discussed it and we would like another session, but this time…” He took a deep breath. “We would like it if Camila had a little more hands-on experience.”

I couldn’t contain my smirk because, while I had a lot of fun with Luke, I knew I would have even more fun with Camila.

“Ok. Friday at the club, be there at nine,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied immediately.

“I’ll see you soon, pet, and tell your wife I’d like to see her in some leather again and no sex till I see you,” I said, exiting the elevator, feeling Cheryl's eyes on me.

“Of course, Mistress,” they said together. “We can’t wait.”

I hung up as we entered her apartment.

“Genny, I think you have it bad,” Cheryl said, leaving her keys on her entry table and kicking off her shoes.

I kicked off my shoes as I followed her. My body grew aroused from thinking about what I could do to them. All I could think of was Camila on her knees for me. She would look so fucking sexy on her knees.

“Maybe, but I can’t explain why I feel like this,” I said, sitting on the island while she grabbed things for my favorite dessert.

“I think this is a good thing,” she said, smiling up at me while she put the ingredients in a bowl. “We’ve been alone for too long and it's time we start letting people in.”

“Easier said than done,” I sighed. “I want to have something different, but a part of me is fucking terrified.”

“I know that feeling too well, sister.” Cheryl frowned. “I think we need to let go of all the baggage we have from mom. We are not her and we both know it. We have successful businesses; we don’t need a man to know we are awesome people. In the end, I think we need to start putting ourselves out there and if nothing happens, then it wasn’t meant to be.”

“That sounds like a bad excuse to make us feel better,” I smirked. “We are probably the problem.”

“It's not my fault that I can make my own money and bring myself to orgasms without a man,” Cheryl cackled.

“Amen, sister,” I laughed, getting up to make us some cocktails.

Even though I was scared, I couldn’t wait to see my married couple, and yes they were mine, at least for the time being.