Theirs (Possession #2)

15. Luke

15

Luke

H alloween wasn’t a holiday we usually celebrated. When Genevieve asked us if we wanted to come to a party at the Atelier, Camila and I said yes faster than we’d like to admit.

After watching them kiss at our last session, I had expected to feel jealousy except all I wanted was to see them do it over and over again. We hadn’t discussed about anything happening between them, but when it did, I really fucking liked it. I had been eager to see what else could happen. It was one of the most eye-opening experiences I had had so far and I was so ready to see what else they could do to me. Being submissive had made me feel at home, comfortable, like I had found a piece of myself.

Camila made herself another leather outfit with leather ears, her makeup was dramatic with winged liner and red lips. She wore a collar that Genevieve sent over and I had the same one. It felt oddly like she was claiming us, and I was more than ok with that.

Camila made me a leather vest and tried to convince me to wear assless chaps and go as a leather daddy, but I had to draw the line somewhere. She laughed and said I was going as a puppy, and Genevieve could be our owner. Again, I was completely fine with her ownership, in fact, it gave me a sense of pride being hers, I just had to make sure Camila was on the same page as I.

“These collars feel like ownership,” I said, adjusting it before we left.

“That's what I thought too,” she said, fixing hers too.

“Are we ok with that?” I turned to look at her, appreciating how stunning she looked.

She took a deep breath, and I felt uneasy wondering if we were on the same page.

“Yes, I’m ok with that,” she said walking to me. “After speaking to her last week, I really like her as a woman and as a Mistress.”

“Ok,” I said, cupping her face. “I want you to be ok with it and if?—”

“I know, Cari?o,” she said, leaning into my touch. “I am ok, and if there is something I don’t like or I’m not comfortable with, we will talk about it.”

“Ok, it only works if we are honest,” I said, reiterating what Genevieve had told us from the beginning.

“Always. We've worked too hard on ourselves for us not to be honest,” she said, kissing my palm. “Genevieve was worried about how we were and respectfully told me that she didn’t want to come in between us. It made me like her even more and some crazy part of me liked that she was putting our marriage first.”

“I like that too,” I said, kissing her softly. “You are my priority, and I know we are having fun, but you will always come first.”

“I know,” she said, pulling me down for a harder kiss.

It was hard not to push things further than a kiss. It seemed going through this kink journey was giving us better communication skills and our sex life had never been better.

We finished getting ready and headed to the club. It wasn’t what I had expected with cheesy “spooky” decor and music. People were dressed up and there were some decorations here and there, but like always, the club had a sensual feel to it.

“Those collars look amazing on you,” Genevieve purred as she walked up to us. “And that outfit, Camila, what are you guys?”

She kissed Camila on the cheek before giving me the same attention.

“Camila thought it would be fitting if we came as puppies,” I said, pointing at our ears.

Genevieve laughed. “I definitely like it. Come on, let's get some drinks.”

She led us to the bar, and ordered our drinks for us. Many people said hello to her, a lot of people lingered like they couldn’t get enough of her. A few touched her for too long and a growl threatened to escape my mouth a few times. They might have been saved from my caveman reaction, but the looks my wife gave them made it worth not growling.

“God, I love you,” I growled, pulling her close to kiss her neck.

“I just don’t like the blatant fl?—”

“I know, Hermosa, I'm not a fan either,” I said, kissing her cheek and grabbing the drink the bartender handed to me to give them to my girls.

My girls?

I needed to dial back on the possessiveness and what were these feelings that were rising up? Genevieve was… I didn’t even know what she was, but I knew for a fact she wasn’t mine in any way. It didn't stop my mind from thinking so, it seemed.

“Thank you,” Genevieve purred. “I have one more person I want to say hello to.”

She grabbed Camila’s hand and led us away from the bar. People parted for her as she navigated us to a very blond man. She tapped his shoulder, and he embraced her quickly. Camila tensed by me, but as soon as he turned around, I relaxed.

“Easton,” I said, putting my hand out.

“Hey, Luke,” he said, shaking my hand.

“You know each other?” Genevieve looked between us, surprised.

“Luke cooked for us one day and it was amazing,” he said, looking over at Camila.

“Hi, I’m Easton,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Hermosa. Easton, this is my wife, Camila,” I said. “I cooked for him, Vincent and Noemi.”

“Oh, I remember that evening, it's nice to meet you,” she said, taking his hand and he turned it around, kissing the back of her hand.

“Ok, quit getting handsy with her,” Genevieve growled, pushing him away.

I smirked, loving her little display of possessiveness. It seemed Camila and I weren’t the only ones feeling it.

“Feeling threatened, Mistress?” he taunted.

“Don’t make me bend you over and paint that ass red,” she threatened him.

I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous because I thought he was with Vincent unless that had fizzled out.

“Oh no, Mistress, I don’t think Vincent would be very happy with that,” he smirked. “Actually, speak of the devil.”

I looked over Camila’s shoulder to Vincent at the bar getting a drink.

“How are things with Vincent?” Genevieve asked.

“They are… they are good.” He blushed, looking happy.

“I’m happy for you,” she said, cupping his face. “You deserve it and so does he.”

“We all do,” he said looking back at Vincent as a girl walked up to him putting her arm on him “Fuck no. Excuse me.”

He walked off quickly to Vincent and I liked seeing him also have a possessive side, maybe it was a submissive trait or was it just a kink thing?

“Was Easton your Sub?” Camila asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“A long time ago, we had fun together, but we wanted different things and parted ways as friends. I gave him a taste of the community and he’s stayed ever since.” Genevieve looked over to where Easton had disappeared, looking at him fondly.

“So, he’s Vincent’s Submissive?” Camila looked curiously back at them.

“I assume so, or they both dominate Noemi, or he plays switch with them,” Genevieve said, looking around.

“There are three of them in a relationship?” Camila looked fascinated.

“I believe they have a contract together,” I said, seeing Noemi walking up to Easton and Vincent. “They talked about it when I was there cooking for Vincent.”

“What’s a contract?” Camila asked, sounding so innocent, but I loved that she was curious.

“Sometimes when a Dom takes Subs, they draw up a contract so that all parties are aware of what is expected from everyone,” Genevieve explained. “Sometimes it's extensive, especially with those Doms that like to control every aspect of a Sub’s life. There are also guidelines as to what to expect from a Dom and a Sub relationship, likes, dislikes, kinks and rules. Sometimes there are NDAs and doctor’s notes to make sure all parties are clean.”

“That sounds intense,” I said, not knowing exactly what was in a contract.

“It can be, or it can be freeing to know what is expected of you,” Genevieve said as she studied us.

“Do… Do you take a lot of Subs?” Camila asked.

“Are you curious about the Sub life, Camila?” Genevieve stepped forward.

Camila blushed but kept eye contact with Genevieve.

“I might be,” she said, taking a sip of her drink while they kept eye contact.

“You might be a switch, Camila. You can dominate and also be submissive,” Genevieve said, coming closer to Camila.

My abdomen clenched in arousal seeing them together. I wanted a repeat of our other night, but I also wanted more. I wanted all of us together, me being submissive and them being dominant or even if Camila and I were submissive.

“Maybe you're right,” Camila said coyly.

“Camila, one of these days I’m going to paint that ass red while your husband watches,” Genevieve said against her mouth.

Camila groaned like it was what she had dreamed of.

“I ca?—”

“Oh, look who it is. I see Genevieve has made a bitch out of you,” said the man who had bothered us all those weeks ago.

“Cody,” Genevieve snapped. “How about you go find someone else to bother.”

“If you broke her in, I want a turn,” he said with a little slur.

“Excuse me,” I snarled, stepping forward when Camila put her hand on my chest.

“Cody, you better step away before I hit you so hard you forget your name,” Genevieve threatened him.

“Fuck you, you fucking wannabe,” he sneered at Genevieve.

Genevieve was small, but she was fast, she lifted her hand to hit him, but I caught it before she could. I did not want her to get in trouble for violence even though I was so close to hitting him myself.

Cody laughed and I swore he had a death wish. Genevieve launched herself forward, but I caught her around her waist as she verbally handed his ass to him. Camila waved down a security person, while I kept Genevieve back. She was a lot stronger than she looked.

A man in black walked over to us.

“I think he’s had too much to drink.” Camila pointed at Cody.

“Fuck you, you stupid cunt,” he slurred.

“Oh, Cody, now you're just asking for it.” Genevieve stopped struggling against me.

“Sir, you know there is a limit,” the security guy stated.

“Yeah, yeah, how about you take that drink limit and…”

“Alright, it's time to go,” he said, grabbing his arm.

“What the hell,” he snarled as he was pulled again.

“Fuck you. You stupid cunt!” Camila yelled at him.

He growled, getting more upset. Camila turned back to us with a smirk on her face.

“Thank you for not letting me make a fool of myself. I think you have earned a night in the room,” she said, kissing our cheeks before grabbing our hands and leading us to her room.

Anticipation swirled in my stomach as she walked faster into the hallway that led to her room. The door hadn’t even closed when she pulled Camila in for a kiss. They groaned together and I leaned back against the door to watch. Genevieve didn’t let me go too far before pulling me in and kissing me too.

She led the kiss, deepening it, stroking my mouth with her tongue. I put my arm around Camila and pressed her against me. She groped my ass, biting into my pec when Genevieve pulled away abruptly. She looked aroused and angry, jolting a wave of pleasure through me.

“Get undressed, Luke, and on your knees right here,” she said, stepping away and then walking away from me. “Come over here, Camila.”

My wife pulled me in for a kiss, moaning into my mouth before walking to Genevieve. My cock was uncomfortably hard. I wanted to grab them, toss them on the bed and fuck them senseless. I knew what Genevieve had in mind was probably better though.

I stripped so fast that I almost fell, but was naked and in my pose in record time. My heart was thundering in my ears as I waited patiently, straining to hear anything to give me a clue about what might happen.

“Crawl to us, pet,” Genevieve commanded.

I took a deep breath before I got on my knees and crawled to my Mistresses. They were standing at the foot of the bed, side by side and I knelt in between them.

“Same stop light words, and everything is on the table,” Genevieve snapped. “Even ass play. Do you agree, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said immediately.

We discussed ass play before and each time we were together I wondered if today was the day we tried it. It excited me and made me nervous at the same time.

“Good boy,” she praised, running her hands through my hair.

The urge to look up was clawing at me, but I wanted to be a good boy for them. Their feet turned toward each other. A soft gasp had my head twitching to stay still and then I heard the kissing.

I groaned, needing to see them. Soft sighs and moans made me shiver with need, making me rethink being a good boy. Camila’s moan was loud and fuck I wanted to see what she looked like with Genevieve.

My decision was made to look up and suffer consequences, when a hand pushed my chin up and I saw them kissing. They were fucking gorgeous together.

“Do you like watching me kiss your wife, pet?” She held Camila by the throat, looking at me. “Do you want to see me fuck your wife?”

I whined. “Y-yes, Mistress.”

She smirked at me.

“Maybe next time,” she purred against Camila’s lips, making her shiver. “On the bed, on your knees with your ass up.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, getting up, towering over my girls.

I stepped closer to them, my cock felt impossibly hard and neediness settled in my abdomen. Genevieve looked at me with a dare in her eye, like she wanted me to mess up so she could spank my ass, but not tonight, I was ready for the main course, and I was starving.

Taking a deep breath, I walked around them, getting on my knees in the middle of the bed and bending over with my forehead on my hands. It was a vulnerable position, leaving me feeling too exposed and a little insecure.

Wack!

The spank caught me off guard. “Pretty boy, your ass is so delicious,” Camila groaned, running her hand over each globe.

I might not be playing anymore, but I kept my body in shape. It kept me busy, and I knew she liked my body. She always had a look of appreciation in her eyes, and I loved that.

“Remember your safe word, pet,” Genevieve said, as I felt cool liquid hit my crease. “Color?”

“Greeen,” I moaned, as one of them touched my cock.

The sensation of liquid sliding down my crease was an odd feeling, it made me worry that this wasn’t going to work out and I was going to disappoint them. Soft hands ran down the length of my back going up and down. The rhythm relaxed me until I felt something at my puckered hole. I tensed immediately.

Smack!

“You're only hurting yourself if you tense like that,” Genevieve said, as a finger rubbed around my hole.

“Relax, Cari?o,” Camila said softly.

A kiss on my shoulder and a hand on my cock relaxed me. Their fingers slowly breached my hole, while I focused on the feel of the hand on my cock. My body didn’t know whether to be aroused or tense with the finger going in my ass. Hands started to stroke my body up and down, relaxing me further as the finger pumped into my ass.

Before I knew it, I was pushing back on the finger, the feeling was foreign, but the longer they worked me the more I enjoyed it. I groaned when two fingers tried to breach my tight hole.

“Bear down,” Genevieve ordered. “It will be good, Pet. I promise.”

I did as she asked. This time her fingers glided in smoothly. It was still a weird feeling until she touched my prostate, and I moaned obscenely. My hips bucked forward into the hand, fucking myself on their fingers and into a hand.

My body was rolling with pleasure I hadn’t even known was possible. Every time their fingers hit my prostate it was like a live wire in my body until they pulled their hands away from me.

“NO,” I whined, needing more.

“Patience,” Camila snapped, slapping my ass.

“Please,” I begged.

“God, pretty boy, I love when you get like this,” Camila said, laying down by me.

I turned my head towards her as she leaned forward, kissing my forehead. She ran her hands down my back, and kissed all over my face when I felt something against my hole again. This time I didn’t tense, I was ready for more and I would welcome the pain if I could feel the pleasure like I did before.

This time it wasn’t fingers, maybe a dildo? Genevieve pushed the object in my ass as Camila whispered words of praise. The object was bigger than two fingers. I reveled in the pain knowing that in the end it was going to be worth it. I moaned at the weight of the object when a slap hit my ass making my breath hitch.

“Your ass looks so good with a plug in it, pet,” Genevieve said, giving me another slap.

The weight of the plug grazed my prostate, making me moan again.

“On your back,” Camila commanded, getting up, giving me room to do as she asked.

I rolled on to my back, moaning at the sensation. My cock was hard, and I needed something more to happen or else I might go crazy.

“Sit on his cock, Camila,” Genevieve snapped.

I almost reached for her to get her warm heat on my cock, but I saw the look she gave me that said fuck around and find out. I was not in the mood to find out.

Camila was naked when she straddled my hips, sinking down so slowly. I pushed my head back on the bed moaning, putting my hands on her hips and squeezing. She sank down hard the rest of the way when the vibration in my ass made me thrust upward involuntarily.

“Fuck!” I shouted, stunned from the sensation.

Camila started to move up and down, adding to my pleasure, intensifying it so that I was on the cusp of coming when the vibration stopped and so did Camila.

“No,” I cried out.

“You didn’t think I would let you come so quickly, did you, Pet?” Genevieve taunted.

“Please, Mistress,” I begged.

“You are only allowed to come after you've made both of us come,” she said, coming up to Camila and kissing her as my wife rolled her hips.

I couldn’t help but reach for Genevieve, resting my hands on her hip. She didn’t reprimand me as I watched her cup Camila’s breasts, kissing down her neck and capturing a nipple in her mouth. Camila and I moaned together.

“Sit on my husband's face, Mistress,” Camila moaned.

I nodded quickly, reaching for her and when I did, the vibration started again, making me buck up.

The torture began and stopped right as I was about to come.

“No,” I growled, seeing Genevieve stripping.

“Yes,” Camila said, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm.

“Shit,” I groaned at the sight of her beautiful body.

“Come on, pet, show me that talented mouth Camila has told me about,” she said, straddling my face, looking towards Camila. “The sooner we?—”

A piece of jewelry sat on top of her clit. I wasted no time, licking around the piercing and sucked on her clit. She gasped chasing my mouth and I wondered if the piercing made her more sensitive. She smelled sweet and she tasted even better.

Genevieve groaned as I hummed around her clit. I licked and sucked as if my life depended on it, paying attention to the piercing. The vibrations started again, slowing me down because there were too many sensations. It was sweet torture and every time she started and stopped it, I was getting close to coming sooner and sooner.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I spread my legs, bucking up into Camila, hitting that sweet spot, holding onto her hips so all she could do was enjoy the ride.

“Luke, Luke, Luke,” Camila chanted, and I knew she was on the cusp.

I sucked hard on Genevieve's clit, groaning around it loudly, making her buck into my mouth.

They both moaned loudly. A part of me wanted everyone to hear them, so they would know who had made these women come. Camila was just about to come when Genevieve leaned forward swallowing her moan as she came over my cock. I doubled my efforts on Genevieve as she fucked my face, grinding her clit on me. I reached up to grab her breast, took a guess and pinched her right nipple hard as I sucked on her clit.

The plug vibrated as Genevieve moaned louder. She was coming and that unleashed my orgasm as it came barreling through me. I fucked Camila hard through my orgasm that seemed never ending. My toes curled, my muscles tensed up and the pleasure was almost too much.

I don’t know what happened next, but when I looked around, Genevieve was laying on my chest with Camila spooning her. My eyes felt heavy again, and their warmth lulled me back to sleep to dream about what just happened over and over again.