Theirs (Possession #2)

13. Camila

13

Camila

L uke was laid out for us. His strong body was being held down with restraints on each corner of the bed, stretching him out and keeping him still for whatever we decided to do to him. I grew more and more nervous that I wouldn’t like it.

During our class I wasn’t a big fan of hitting Luke. It felt wrong even though he liked it. A part of me wanted to please him, but another part of me wanted to walk away. Tonight, this felt different.

Genevieve showed me how to hit him with the flick of her wrist, while I teased him with my mouth and a feather. The more aroused Luke became, the more I needed to see him release. I had a need to bring him pleasure over and over again. My body was wound tightly with an ache that could only be satisfied if I gave him pleasure.

When I took over hitting him, it wasn’t like before. It wasn’t just pain I was giving him, but pleasure from my mouth and touch. He was sweating, writhing with need on the bed and every time he pulled at his restraints, it showed how much he wanted this. Luke was gorgeous like this.

“P-please,” Luke whined again.

His words made my arousal pool low in my abdomen. I clenched my thighs together, trying to lessen the ache to be able to keep going.

“Excuse me?” I flicked my wrist hitting him on his stomach making his muscles clench, defining them even more.

“Please… Please, Mistress,” he groaned, lifting his hips off the bed.

“What did we tell you, pet?” Genevieve clipped, straddling Luke’s abdomen, leaning down, so they were face to face.

He whined again, frustrated with the edging we had been giving him. “Patience, Mistress.”

“Do you think you're being patient?” She grabbed him by the cheeks making his lips pucker.

He shuddered. “No, Mistress.”

“Do you think you deserve for your wife to sit on your cock and make you come?” Genevieve snapped.

Her words made me clench my thighs again.

“N-No,” Luke whispered, his cock twitching as it almost touched Genevieve’s ass.

“Color?” she clipped.

He took a deep breath as a look of panic crossed his face before he took another deep breath.

“Green, Mistress,” he said confidently.

My body grew hot as I imagined what she would look like riding Luke as I watched. I bit my lip to stop the moan that threatened to escape. The image made my thighs clench and the suggestion was on the tip of my tongue.

“Camila.”

Genevieve’s voice startled me out of my fantasy. When we looked at each other, she had a smirk that said she knew what I was thinking.

“Do you think our pretty boy has had enough?” She walked up to me, standing close to study me.

“Yes,” I said softly. “But a little more teasing wouldn’t hurt.”

“Go to him and do what feels natural,” she said, swatting my ass before walking away.

I was disappointed she wasn’t following me to the bed. There was still a part of me that hoped she would still join us, maybe she just needed some enticing. I slowly took off my thong, climbed on the bed as sensually as possible, swaying my ass just a little more.

Luke turned his head towards me, licking his lips, his breathing had settled down and I felt a little bad about teasing him again. I straddled his abdomen, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“Don’t move, be my good boy and I’ll let you come.” I kissed his neck.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, leaning into my neck.

“Stay still,” I purred, kissing down his neck, pushing my ass against his cock.

Luke gasped before clenching his jaw, trying not to move. I kissed down to one nipple, sucking on it before going to the next one. I lifted my hips so his cock was at my entrance. This time, I bit him, catching him off guard, and slid my pussy over the head of his cock.

Luke moaned, pushing his head into the bed, exposing the tendons in his neck. I lifted my hips until his cock laid on his abdomen, rolling my hips up and down his shaft. He pulled at the restraint, whining as I kissed down the valley of his abs. They flexed with my attention, and I knew he was trying so hard to hold back.

When we had sex, Luke was always quick to flip me over, fucking me into the mattress.

“Pretty boy, you’ve been so good for me.” I nipped at his lower abdomen right above his cock.

“Please, Mistress,” he groaned. “I need you.”

I took his cock in my mouth, taking as much as I could, hitting the back of my throat. Luke cried out, he didn’t move, staying perfectly still for me. I took a deep breath before doing it again, attempting to make him squirm, to make him move, just so I could tease him a little more.

Being in control of Luke's pleasure was intoxicating. I wanted more. When he stayed perfectly still again, he whined loudly, and I knew he couldn’t take much more.

“Such a good boy,” I said, straddling and hovering over his hips. “Now, tell me what you want?”

“Please, I need your pussy around my cock, Mistress,” he growled, pulling at his restraints again.

“Since you asked so nicely,” I said, sinking down on him slowly.

Surprisingly he didn’t move, even though his limbs shook. The groan he let out was so sexy and I needed for him to make that sound again. I rolled my hips slowly, dragging out his pleasure. I placed my hands on his chest using it for leverage to roll my hips over and over again, chasing that sexy sound he made.

His breathing was fast, his skin flushed, and the sheen of sweat defined his muscles even more. Slowing my hips, I leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a demanding kiss. My outfit was making it hard to lean over too much since it was made of leather and had no give. I leaned up, unclasping my thigh highs and trying to unbuckle the side.

“Let me help.” Genevieve came up to me, running her hands along my torso.

Goosebumps erupted along my skin. It was just a touch, but it felt sensual and the urge to pull her in for a kiss crossed my mind.

“Keep fucking your husband while I take this off you,” she said, climbing on the bed getting behind me.

Her touch was light as she took the top off.

“Take off his mask,” she whispered in my ear.

I leaned forward, slipping off the eye mask. He blinked a few times, focusing on me.

“Lean back,” Genevieve ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” fell from my lips as she laid her hands on my hips, using them to roll my hips with me.

Luke zeroed in on her hands, then looked up at us. I worried he might be jealous or mad, but all I saw was desire. He pulled at his restraints again, growling that they weren’t going anywhere.

“Watch us, Luke,” Genevieve said. “Watch as I help your wife fuck you.”

Her words made me lean back against her as Luke thrusted up, and moaned loudly. I gasped as pleasure shot through me. Genevieve's hands rolled with my hips a few more times before she ran her hands up my side. My nipples pebbled in anticipation that she was going to grab my breasts, when she continued further up, I just wanted her to keep her hands on me.

“Fuck,” I groaned when she pushed my hair to the side, kissing my neck.

“Don’t close those eyes Luke, keep them fucking open,” Genevieve snapped.

“I’m— I’m going to come,” he moaned.

“Not yet, pretty boy,” I said, rolling my hips faster, chasing my release.

“Be a gentleman and let your wife come first,” Genevieve said against my skin. “Fuck him until he screams our name.”

I bounced on his cock, wanting to please Genevieve, but also bring my husband to an orgasm that we had been holding back for a while. I slid my hand down to my clit, looking at Luke as I rubbed myself.

His face was grimacing in pain and pleasure. I was so close to ending his misery. Genevieve grabbed my hair in her hand, and pulled at it so I turned towards her and she kissed me. I didn’t expect it and no matter how many times I thought about it, I wasn’t prepared for it. Genevieve kissed like she was demanding submission, and I was more than happy to give her what she wanted and what I needed.

Her kiss pushed me over the edge. I cried out as she continued kissing me through the shock waves of my orgasm. She nipped my lip before pulling away.

“Come for us now, Luke,” she growled. “Be a good boy and come for your Mistresses.”

I looked down at my husband and he thrusted into me hard and ready for his release, finally letting go. My body was sensitive, and each thrust felt like my body was a livewire of pleasure. Luke shouted ‘Mistress’ as he found his release.

Genevieve pushed my hips up and down a few times, extracting every bit of pleasure Luke had pent up. I stayed still not wanting the moment to end.

I reached back, sliding my hand down Genevieve's side as she did the same to me. My hand traveled towards her pussy, softly extracting a soft moan from her. She chuckled, kissing my neck before she grabbed my hand.

“Cuddle with your husband while I untie him.” Genevieve pushed me forward to a very sleepy Luke.

My lips pursed from the dismissal. I laid on his chest for a moment as his arms were released. I peeked up at Genevieve, seeing her looking at Luke, wondering what she was thinking. She leaned down kissing his cheek, nuzzling into it, and praising him. Luke sighed, bringing his arms down, rolling out his shoulders.

“You ok?” I asked, pushing aside his hair, seeing Genevieve get off the bed.

“Mhmm.” He pulled me closer, kissing my forehead.

I rubbed my hand up and down his arm, enjoying his blissed-out expression. Genevieve came back with a water bottle.

“Drink up, Luke,” she said, handing it to me.

“One more minute,” he grumbled, pressing into me even more.

Genevieve nodded, climbing into the bed behind him, so he was in between both of us. She ran her hand through his hair as I continued rubbing his arm and anything I could touch.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Tired, but good,” he sighed.

“How are your wrists?” Genevieve asked, pulling his arm up so she could examine him.

“A little itchy, but fine,” he said, yawning.

His wrists were red, but nothing serious.

“Come on, amor, you need water,” I said, leaning up.

He sat up too, looking thoroughly fucked. I grinned that I had helped make him look like that. He chugged the water quickly, yawning again.

“What do you need?” she asked, looking at me.

Her gaze felt different, a little guarded and stiff.

“Just both of you,” Luke sighed, laying back down and I was worried he was going to pass out.

“We—”

“Rest,” she said, interrupting me, looking down at him. “There is no rush.”

She locked eyes with me again with a small smile that only made me crave another session immediately. Next time, I wanted to hear her moans of pleasure.