Theirs (Possession #2)

12. Luke

12

Luke

M y body had been humming with excitement and arousal all day. I was debating on rubbing one out. I had been so horny all day, but on the other hand, I really wanted to save it for whatever happened tonight. The anticipation was driving me crazy, and I loved it.

Camila and I had been walking on cloud nine since our session with Genevieve. Things had been different, like it had somehow brought us closer together. Our therapist commented that we seemed different, more in-tune with each other, and she could see differences in us she hadn’t seen before. Camila wanted to tell her what we had done, but we both thought it would be best to keep it to ourselves while we worked out what this was.

I walked into our condo, surprised to hear Camila home already. Soft music came from our bedroom and when I walked in, I was not ready. Camila was in some leather contraption that seemed to seamlessly wrap around her body. My mouth dried up and I grew hard as she buckled up the pieces around her thighs.

“What do you think?” she smirked, looking straight up at me.

“Um… I must request that you walk around the house with this, and only this, when you get home from now on.” I cleared my throat as she stood up, giving me a better view.

She put her hands on her hips, swaying them from side to side as she turned around giving me a better view of the thong in the back and her beautiful ass on display. She flaunted her outfit, rolling her hips seductively. It was low in the back with a buckle going from shoulder to shoulder and one buckled right at the top of her ass.

“Please tell me you won’t be walking into the club with only this on,” I said, walking closely to her.

“And if I were?” She raised her eyebrow at me.

“I won’t be liable for what happens if anyone touches you,” I said, running the back of my hand down her neck to her breasts.

“Well, good thing I have a skirt that goes over,” she said, grabbing a piece of fabric.

“Camila, you look so good, I’m tempted to cancel with Genevieve and have my way with you here,” I said crowding her.

“You really want to cancel?” She raised her eyebrow, smirking at me.

“I’m so fucking close to doing it, but I also want to see her reaction to this,” I said, running my fingers over her tits. “I think she is going to lose it.”

“I can’t wait either.” She bit her lip. “I can’t wait to see you on your knees again.”

I groaned and stepped back because if I didn’t, I was going to push her against the wall and fuck her. “I’m going to shower and get ready.”

She nodded, looking like sin incarnate with that outfit on. I wanted to get to the club now, but we still had two hours to go.

Camila dressed me in all black again, but with a vest this time. I’ve always hated dressing up, but when Camila looked as good as she did now, I couldn’t just come in my wranglers and a tee.

The club wasn’t as busy as it was on newbie night, making it more intimate, sultry and seductive. We were fifteen minutes early and if we hadn’t taken our time to get here, we would have shown up forty-five minutes early.

To say we were excited was an understatement. I had no idea what to expect, but just thinking about them giving me orders together, had made me half-hard most of the day.

“Drink?” I asked, looking down at Camila who was already scanning the area for Genevieve.

“Please,” she said, still looking.

I steered her to the bar, flagging down the bartender, pulling Camila closer to me. She looked up when she bumped into my hard cock.

“Excited?” I could hear the amusement in her voice.

“Probably as much as you.” I smirked, looking down at her. “I bet if I slipped my fingers in that tight pussy, you’d be soaking.”

“My thighs are damp too,” she said with hooded eyes.

“Hermosa, don’t fucking tease me,” I said, sliding my hands up her sides.

“Oh, I think there will be a lot of teasing tonight,” she smirked.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked but paused when he looked at us. “Are you Mr. and Mrs. Malone?”

“We are,” I said, a little suspicious.

“Genevieve is waiting for you,” he said, pulling a card from his pocket. “Show the bouncer behind you and he will take you to her room.”

“Thank you.” I took the card.

“A drink before you go?” he asked.

“Definitely,” Camila said, placing our order while I continued to look around.

Camila leaned against me more, moving her body slightly from side to side.

“Hermosa, you're fidgeting,” I said, pulling her flush against me so she would stop moving.

“I ache,” she whined.

“So impatient, if Genevieve saw you now, she’d probably spank you,” I whispered in her ear, groaning at the mental image.

My fantasies of seeing Camila kneel for Genevieve had been happening more and more frequently.

“I shouldn’t want that, but I think I do,” she said, looking up at me with pink cheeks and a little hesitant. “Is… is that ok? I know that?—”

“Here you go,” the bartender said, pushing our drinks towards us. “Have a fun night.”

He winked at us before moving along to the next customer. Camila took a big swallow of her champagne.

“I want you to do whatever is comfortable for you,” I said before taking a sip of my bourbon.

“Ok,” she said, biting her lip. “I don’t know why I feel so nervous and why all of these thoughts are taking residence in my mind.”

“Hey,” I said, cupping her face in my large hands. “Just go with the flow, ok? We are ok with exploring and if at any point one of us doesn’t like this, then we say red, ok?”

She relaxed.

“You're right. We have a safe word and I’ll use it if I need to,” she said, covering my hands with her own, leaning up for a kiss.

The kiss was soft and slow. Camila pulled away with a sparkle of excitement. What was Genevieve doing to us?

“Come on, let's go have some fun,” I said, grabbing her hand leading us to the bouncer.

I showed him my card, and he took it, leading us into a different hallway than the one we went down when Genevieve was giving us a demo. The hallway was narrower and only had a door on one side. He led us to the one and knocked on the door before leaving us.

Camila squeezed my hand as the door opened and we were both left speechless.

“Good evening,” she said, leaning against the door.

She knew exactly what she was doing to us in the leather lingerie she was in.

“Good evening, Mistress,” I said, as Camila repeated it after me.

I walked in and noticed it was the same room she had been in during the demo with the couple. The room had soft lighting, and a few candles were spread throughout the room. The dark furniture and dark bedding added to the ambiance. Camila stilled by me and I immediately knew something was wrong.

“Camila?” I looked at her staring at the window.

It dawned on me that people could be watching and I didn’t know if I'd like that.

“No audience tonight,” she said when she noticed us staring at the window. “The privacy setting is on, but I can close some curtains over the window.”

Camila looked up at me “I’d prefer the curtains closed,” she said confidently.

The curtains did make me feel better and I’m glad she had said it.

“Ok,” Genevieve said, glancing back at us as she hit a button that closed the curtains.

Camila’s tension eased out of her body.

“I don’t think we are ready to put on a show just yet,” Camila said.

“Camila likes to watch,” I said, walking further into the room.

“We can always work up to it,” Genevieve said, coming up to us and kissing us on the cheek.

My cheeks burned at her attention and when she placed a kiss on Camila, my body grew ten degrees hotter.

“Any changes in the rules?” Genevieve motioned us to the small sitting area by a bar.

“No,” I said, as Camila sat on the sofa in front of Genevieve.

When I caught eyes with her, I knew I didn’t address her correctly.

“No, Mistress,” I said immediately.

“What about you, Camila?”

“I want to watch and be involved this time,” she said, taking a sip of her drink.

Genevieve scrutinized us again as if she were looking for a sign that we didn’t want this.

“Same safe word?” she asked, getting up.

“Yes, Mistress,” we replied.

“Ok we will still use the stoplight method and if anyone feels uncomfortable, we will stop at red, ok?”

“Yes, Mistress,” we said again.

“Today will be a little different, but will be more on the lighter side,” Genevieve said.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, as excitement filled my chest,

“Luke, strip and kneel by the door,” Genevieve snapped.

I immediately stood up, unbuckling my belt and?—

A sting radiated on my back. I clenched my jaw, groaning, realizing I had forgotten to answer her again.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I said, as I resumed taking my clothes off, already hard.

“Be our good boy, Luke,” she purred and her words went straight to my cock.

“Yes, Mistresses,” I said, hearing a sharp intake of breath from my wife.

I tried to hide the smirk on my face, but I felt Genevieve smirking back at me, mouthing “bad boy” at me. I shrugged while unbuttoning my shirt leaving all my clothes on the sofa.

“Naked, Mistress?” I asked, keeping my eyes down.

“Keep them on for now,” she said and I walked to the door.

I slowly knelt, flinching when pain shot down my leg. Taking a deep breath, I knelt the rest of the way down, grateful when my knees touched the ground.

“Are you uncomfortable?” Camila asked.

“No, Mistress. I’m fine,” I said, relaxing into the position.

“Don’t lie,” she said, tilting her head up to look at her.

“I’m sore from my session this morning, Mistress,” I said.

“Ok, but if at any time it hurts, please say something,” she caressed my cheek.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, leaning into her touch.

Camila bit her lip before I looked down. I closed my eyes, relaxing my body limb by limb. They murmured, as I heard drawers open and shut. My heart raced at what would happen tonight.

“Did you make this?” Genevieve asked Camila. “This is gorgeous.”

“Thanks. I… I could make you one,” Camila said.

I could picture her biting her lip, looking nervous as hell.

“Crawl to the bed, pet,” Genevieve snapped.

I shivered from her command. “Yes, Mistress,” I said, getting on all fours and crawling to the bed.

Once I reached the bed, my wife was sitting at the end with her legs crossed.

“Pretty boy, take off my heels,” she clipped, lifting her leg and resting her foot on my shoulder.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, undoing her buckle and taking off her heel.

She offered her other foot, and I did the same, massaging her foot, kissing it and setting it down, waiting for my next instruction.

“Is your wife wet?” Genevieve ran something along my back. “I think you should check.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, grabbing Camila’s leg, kissing and caressing my way up.

I looked up through my lashes to see Camila watching me. She looked gorgeous with her chest rising and falling quickly, her mouth slightly parted and her eyes were full of arousal. I reached the apex of her legs, spreading them to see a wet patch on her panties. My mouth instantly watered.

“You're so wet, Mistress,” I groaned. “May I have a taste?”

“Go ahead, pretty boy, suck on my pussy,” Camila said, spreading her legs wider.

I pulled her thong to the side, showing me her glistening pussy. I kissed on either side of her pussy, teasing her, wanting to drive her a little crazy.

Smack!

I took a sharp breath in as a sting radiated on my ass.

“No teasing, pet, you have been ordered to suck your wife’s pussy,” she clipped. “I want to hear her moaning.”

I dove in, giving them exactly what they had asked for, sucking hard on her clit. Camila moaned, leaning back a little, giving me better access.

“Fuck, pretty boy. I always love when you get on your knees for me,” she groaned, threading one of her hands through my hair. “Yes! Right there.”

Her hips lifted, rubbing her pussy against my mouth when another sharp pain bloomed on my lower back.

“If you can make her come in the next minute, pet. I’ll reward you,” Genevieve said, sitting next to Camila on the bed.

Thoughts of them kissing as I pleasured them slammed into me. It was erotic and only made me feel even hotter. I slid a finger into Camila’s soaking wet pussy. It was a smooth glide in and I couldn’t wait till I could fuck her. Or would I even get to fuck her?

I doubled down my efforts, fucking her with my fingers as I licked circles around her clit. Camila gasped and I saw Genevieve whisper into her ear. She was talking dirty to Camila, by the way her chest was turning red and she closed her eyes as if she were savoring her words.

I sucked on her clit, making Camila shout out in pleasure. Her pussy walls tightened around my fingers and I knew she was close. I sucked again, seeing Genevieve's hand around Camila’s throat, leaning forward so their lips were almost touching.

My heart beat fast wondering if they were going to kiss when I curved my fingers, finding her G-spot and sucking harder.

“Oh my—” Camila shouted, but Genevieve captured her mouth in a kiss and I had to hold my cock at the base to keep me from coming from the erotic scene.

They continued to kiss as I lapped at Camila, earning me little jerks from her body coming down from the orgasm.

“Good boy,” Genevieve said, pulling my head away from Camila’s pussy, licking my lips and Camila’s arousal from them.

“Your wife tastes so good, pet,” she said, running her hand through my hair.

“Yes, Mistress, she does,” I said, offering my lips so she could get a better taste.

“Lay on your back in the middle of the bed,” she said before pecking me quickly on the lips

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, standing up, helping Camila up before I did as Genevieve commanded.

“Tie him up, Camila,” Genevieve said to Camila. “And blindfold him.”

My wife got on the bed with a smirk, bending over to kiss me before slipping the blindfold over my eyes.

“Color?” she asked, grabbing one of my hands and strapping something on my wrist.

“Green, Mistress,” I said, getting breathless.

“Good boy,” she said, pulling my hand up.

She did each limb with ease, asking if I was alright after every restraint tightened until I was laid out like a starfish, a very naked starfish since she had taken my underwear off before cuffing my feet. I felt too exposed and a part of me wanted to call out red.

I was left to stew in my thoughts before a light touch from something soft went up my thigh. My body tensed at first, but I leaned into the sensation. Whatever was touching me went around my cock and my hips jerked up.

Smack.

My thigh stung from the hit and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped. The soft touch went up my abs around my pec and then my nipple before going onto the other nipple. I groaned when the soft object made its way back down my abs and circled around my groin. My cock twitched in response, but I held my hips firmly planted on the bed.

“Good boy,” one of them said.

“Color?” Camila whispered in my ear.

“Green, Mistress.” I gasped when the soft object went around my cock.

One of them hummed as another soft thing touched my chest. They caressed my body simultaneously and each time they touched my cock I wanted to jerk my hips up.

“Please, Mistress,” I said, trying to keep a whine out of the tone.

A sting on my inner thigh made me groan.

“Patience, pretty boy,” Camila snapped.

Her voice was sexy as she commanded me, but I really wanted to see her.

Something cold dragged along my abs making me hiss. It wasn't an ice cube but maybe something made of metal. I was not ready for it and as it was dragged to my peck around my nipple. The coldness was removed and a warm mouth sucked on my nipple. I groaned at the sensation, tilting my hips up when a sting on my other pec burned.

“Fuck,” I said as the coldness returned to my body heading south.

My breathing was faster. Anticipation tightened my chest at what was going to happen next. The cold went around the base of my cock around my balls and came back up the underside of my cock. Once the cold hit the sensitive under part of my cock I pushed my hips down, trying to be a good boy.

A warm mouth replaced the cold and my body pushed up again as I groaned. I didn’t know whose mouth was on me and that increased my pleasure. Another sting on my thigh had pleasure shooting to my groin. I couldn't help myself by thrusting into the mouth again.

“Pretty boy, are you going to keep being bad?” Camila’s voice was close, but I still didn’t know who was close to my cock.

“I need you, Mistress,” I whined.

“Patience,” she barked, hitting my thigh again.

I hissed from the pain, wanting more. No, not wanting, needing more. They teased me with hot and cold until I was a blubbering mess, and I didn’t care what I had to do, but I was willing to do anything to get me closer to a release. The torture was almost too much, and the color red was on the tip of my tongue.