Theirs (Possession #2)

17. Genevieve

17

Genevieve

N o matter what I did the next couple of days, the dinner with Camila and Luke kept creeping to the forefront of my mind. The only other Sub I had ever had dinner with like that was Easton.

They aren’t your Subs. I had to keep reminding myself, and each day that passed, the urge to make them my Subs didn’t go away. This was an unusual feeling. Normally I’m all for making a couple my Subs, not making, but demanding was a bit more accurate.

I don’t know what was holding me back and they continued to plague my thoughts as I worked and checked emails. I had a few classes coming up, but around the holidays it died down before picking up after New Years. Resolutions brought new couples in, and I loved seeing new people trying something different.

The sound of the elevator piqued my interest wondering who the hell was here without calling. There's only two people it could be, Cheryl or Easton, and I was really hoping it was the latter.

“Food delivery!” he yelled.

I smiled, pushing myself away from my desk to meet him in the living room.

“Hello,” I said, seeing him already pulling out food from a bag.

Just by the smell I knew it was from our favorite Italian place.

“Hello, Mistress,” he said, looking up at me. “Since we've had a hard time getting dinner together, a little birdy told me you were working here today.”

“The two possible birds have such big mouths,” I said, sitting next to him.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek before getting up, walking to the bar.

“Water? Cocktail? Beer?” He grabbed some liquor off the wall, pouring himself two fingers of it in a glass.

“I’ll have what you're having,” I said, thinking I needed to take the edge off of this feeling.

“Great, I hate to drink alone,” he said, bringing back two glasses half full of an amber liquid.

I raised my brow at him. This was unusual for Easton, he rarely drank during his lunch hour, much less drink this much.

“You ok?” I laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, opening a container and digging in.

“Easton,” I said with a little authority.

He took a deep breath, letting his head hang down as he rested his elbows on his leg. I gave him a moment, figuring all he needed was a little time. When he didn’t say anything, I grew worried.

“Easton, I?—”

“I think I might be way in over my head with Vincent and Noemi,” he said in a rush. “I don’t know what is happening and I’m scared shitless.”

“Are you developing feelings for them?”

“Noemi has been struggling because of an ex and Vincent and I found out about it on Halloween,” he said looking up at me. “I have never wanted to physically hurt someone the way I did that night. She’s?—”

He stopped talking, biting his bottom lip like he couldn’t say what he wanted to next.

“You care for her,” I said, knowing it wasn’t a question anymore.

“More than I should,” he admitted, running his hands through his hair. “Vincent took charge, fixed things for her and we spent all weekend together and we didn’t even have sex.”

Easton looked worried and anxious.

“What do you want, Easton, for me to tell you what you want to hear or what I think you need to hear?” I rubbed his back.

He turned to look at me. “Would it be weird if I wanted you to tell me it was ok? Or…”

I knew exactly what he needed. Easton’s parents had really fucked him up and I hated that even almost ten years later they were still in his mind, ruining his confidence.

“I’m not going to tell you it's ok. That is not for me to decide,” I said, cupping his cheek, hating how vulnerable he looked. “Don’t let them ruin what you have with Noemi and Vincent. I saw the way you looked at them and it really seems like more than a contract, but don’t go in thinking you don’t deserve this or that they are going to be like your parents.”

“It’s easier to keep everyone at arms?—”

“Length because it's easier to walk away if you don’t care,” I said, realizing that Easton and I were similar in so many ways. “I might know a thing or two about that and all I can say is, if you never put yourself out there, you might miss out on the biggest happiness in your life.”

My words hit me hard.Hello, Pot.

“What if they don’t feel the same or they walk away?” he sighed, another hand running through his light blond hair.

I didn’t know the answer to that, but I knew Easton deserved to see where this could go.

“If the contract ends, will you regret meeting them?” I pulled my hand from his face grabbing one of his hands.

“Never,” he said immediately with no hesitation.

“I think that is your answer,” I said, squeezing his hand. “I know we think we can protect ourselves by being standoffish, but the older I get, the more I wonder if I’m not hurting myself more by pushing everyone away.”

He turned his body towards me, studying me. I wasn’t one to share my feelings ever.

“Daddy issues?”

I laughed. “Nah, mommy issues, my dad drank himself to death. Now that you’ve said that, it makes sense you like Vincent because I don’t know who else would give better daddy vibes.”

He laughed and his handsome face looked more relaxed.

“I had that same thought while we were in a scene on Halloween,” he said, pulling me in for a hug. “I definitely have a daddy kink.”

“I mean I would probably have a daddy kink if Vincent and I had ever slept together,” I said, snuggling close to him.

“You mean to tell me you have never had sex with him?” He pulled away looking at me in shock.

“Nope, I don’t think I could be submissive for him, and you know there is no way in hell he would be submissive for me,” I chuckled.

“Fuck, I would pay money to see Vincent on his knees,” Easton groaned.

“You and me both,” I sighed, thinking about it. “He would be magnificent, and he would catalog everything you did to him, so your punishment would drive you crazy.”

We both groaned before opening more containers and digging in.

“How are Camila and Luke?” Easton took a big bite of lasagna.

I sighed not really knowing what to say.

“That bad? Are they not doing well as Subs?”

“They aren’t my Subs,” I said, feeling embarrassed by it.

His eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t mean to assume, it's just…”

“I know I usually don’t do this without a contract, but they are not what I expected. Camila wants to be a dominatrix for Luke, and well, I’ve been teaching them,” I said, grabbing a bite of a bread stick.

“Except, I swear Camila could also be submissive. She listens so beautifully, and I’m tempted to ask them for a contract.”

Easton took a sip of his drink.

“Sounds like there is something more that is bothering you,” he said.

I sighed. “I might be in a similar predicament as you, but I want this to work. I don’t want Subs who leave me. We had dinner the other night and… and it was really nice.”

“Who are you and where is Genevieve?” he chuckled.

I pushed his shoulder. “It’s strange, unfamiliar, and it makes me doubt myself which is really weird. I am used to taking charge and telling everyone what to do but?—”

“If she’s dominant, can you have a relationship with her?” He leaned back on the sofa.

“To be honest, I think I would be ok getting on my knees for either of them,” I said softly.

“You want something more than a contract?” He looked surprised.

“No? Maybe?” I sighed. “I think I'd still need a contract.”

It made me feel uneasy thinking of getting into a relationship without a contract. I needed those rules, for clarity and I needed to protect myself.

“You can have a contract and want more.” he said matter of factly.

“Can I? I wouldn’t even know how to navigate that,” I sighed.

“Maybe start with dinner?” he suggested, looking thoughtful. “We had a very domestic weekend, and I have to say it was nice.”

“You want me to be domestic?” I scoffed.

“I don’t think you have a domestic bone in your body,” he chuckled. “But maybe having dinners and breakfasts are a start.”

“Why not lunch?” I was confused.

“Well dinner and breakfast means you spent the night and that is the best,” he said with a small smile on his face, as if he was thinking about them.

“You’ve got it bad,” I said, happy for him.

“Damn, what is happening to us?” He took a deep breath leaning back on the sofa.

“Life,” I said, leaning back too. “And amazing people.”

We stayed quiet for a minute before he turned to look at me.

“You should talk with them and see what they think, you might be overthinking this,” he said.

“Just like you are,” I said, raising my brow. “I think this would be good for you, Easton.”

“Thanks for lunch,” he said. “I've missed our chats.”

“Me too,” I said, thankful for Easton and that we never worked out, because it's nice to have friends who know exactly what you are going through.

My nerves were getting the best of me. Luke and Camila were coming over for dinner. Cheryl had graciously cooked us dinner and just left so that I could speak to them in private.

The food smelled amazing, but I was going to be too nervous to eat. The ding of the elevator made my heart jump in my throat. I hated this feeling. I was not a person to get nervous like this.

You wanted them on a deeper level.

I didn’t know what to say to that or how to process that. It was always my plan to stay single and now wanting someone felt foreign, but in what capacity was I willing to give of myself?

“That smells delicious.” Camila’s voice made me smile.

“I wonder what she cooked,” Luke said, holding his wife’s hand.

They were both casual as I requested, with coats and beanies since the November air had grown cold.

I snorted. “I can cook the basics, but tonight's dinner is brought to you by my lovely sister.”

“Same, Luke is the cook in our relationship,” Camila said, smiling as she walked up to me.

I missed her.

We hugged and I kissed her cheek, but that wasn’t enough for her. She captured my mouth in a kiss that made my stomach swoop like I was on a roller coaster. I barely had time to breathe before Luke captured my mouth in a kiss. Where Camila was a little demanding, Luke kissed me with a softness that was wrapped in confidence. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

“Good evening, Mistress,” he said, shrugging out of his coat, still close to me.

“Hello, pet,” I said, taking his jacket.

I grabbed Camila’s to hang them both by the door.

“We will be eating in the living room if that's ok,” I said, walking back to them, wondering why I was being so timid.

You don’t want to spook them.

My inner thoughts were getting way too comfortable with calling me out, and I was starting to hate it. I pushed the sofas back a little to be able to put a few cushions on the ground with pillows. I had already set up some appetizers on the table.

“This looks great,” Camila said, unzipping her boots.

“What would you like to drink?” I asked, walking to the bar.

“I’ll have whatever you're having,” Camila said.

“I’ll have some water,” Luke said, wincing when he sat down on the floor.

“Luke, we can eat on the table, I didn’t even think about your injury,” I said, grabbing a bottle of water along with wine and two glasses.

“I’m fine, I pushed myself and now I'm paying for it,” he said, grabbing the water I handed him.

“Pushed yourself? What did you do?” I set the glasses down.

“He decided to play some football with his old team,” Camila said a little annoyed.

“It was just a few passes,” he said looking guilty. “They had a new guy who happens to be a friend's son, and the coach asked me if I would demonstrate a few passes.”

“Let me guess, you pulled something?” I said, opening the white wine.

“No, I’m just not in shape like I used to be and I’m just sore,” he shrugged.

“Not in shape? Your body is immaculate,” I said, pouring a glass for Camila and then myself.

“I’m far from being in football shape,” he said with a disappointed twinge.

“And that's ok,” Camila said. “You don’t need to be in football shape.”

“I think you have an amazing body. I might not know football, but for you to still have a body like that after an injury has to be something right?” I tried to lighten the mood and seeing Luke down did something to me.

“I know, I still miss it,” he said.

Camila sighed. “I know you do, and I’m sorry Luke.”

“It’s ok to still miss it,” I said, setting the bottle down. “Just don’t be careless.”

I tilted his face up to look at me.

“If I hear you hurting yourself again,” I clipped. “I’ll make sure to punish you to make you think twice about doing it again.”

He swallowed audibly.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“Good boy.” I kissed his forehead before heading into the kitchen to grab our meal.

I came back to them talking. They looked a little stiff, but Camila smiled at him, and I knew she was only mad because she was worried about him.

I set the plates down before sitting down.

“This looks amazing,” Camila said.

“Seafood paella?” Luke looked up at me. “This is one of my favorite dishes and I can never get it right.”

He grabbed his fork, watching Camila and I do the same, eating only after we had taken a bite. Those southern manners did something to me, and I loved it.

We ate in silence for a moment before I decided to just lay it all out there.

“Have you ever thought about being a Submissive, Camila?” I tried easing us into the conversation.

“Uh…” Her cheeks grew pink.

I smirked. Bingo.

“Was this recently?” I took a small bite of the rice.

She nodded, her face getting redder. Luke looked over his wife like he wasn’t surprised.

“Would you like to try it with me?” I grabbed my wine glass feeling good about this. “I think you and Luke would look amazing on your knees side by side.”

Luke coughed at my statement. His face grew red, and then I knew for a fact that they had talked about it.

“It seems you have discussed this possibility.” I took a sip.

“We have, Mistress,” Luke said, glancing at his wife, who was looking at me.

“I have a proposition for you. I think we could be great together in a contract,” I said, watching their reactions. “I would be in charge, but I think we could still incorporate Camila’s dominant tendencies.”

They looked at me with wide eyes.

“You don’t have to answer now, but tonight, I think I would like to show you what it would be like if I was your Domme.” I let the news sink in. “I know it's different than our arrangement now, there is a part of me that is curious how we would all do together.”

Camila gave me a small smile, but Luke was harder to read. If I had to guess earlier, Luke would have been the one who jumped in to help convince Camila, but now with his silence, I saw I was wrong.

“If you want to discuss it, we don’t have to do anything tonight,” I said quickly, almost desperately. “I can send the contract?—”

“Are you ok with this Camila?” Luke looked at his wife.

She studied me before looking at him. Her cheeks turned red, giving her a beautiful blush, making my heart beat faster.

Please, say yes.

If I believed in a god, I would have sent every prayer hoping one of them took pity on this lonely woman. Was it vulgar to ask God for sex? I mean when the sex was good, I yelled his name.

“We talked about this a few weeks ago and we would say yes, if you asked,” Camila said, sending my pulse skyrocketing.

I love that they had communicated about this; they were really a great couple. So many people ignored the uncomfortable talks. It seemed Luke and Camila always jumped in headfirst and I loved that.

“We’ve discussed being a sub during a scene, but not a contract,” Luke said, deflating my excitement a little bit.

“True, but don’t you think we should try what she is offering before we make a decision on it,” Camila said, confidently. “If we don’t like it, we say red, and everything stops.”

Luke looked between us, his desire was evident in his eyes, but he was reluctant.

“Luke, we don’t have to do this, it was just a suggestion,” I said calmly. “We won’t do anything you are uncomfortable with, and if we need to, we can take a few days to think about it or if you’d like, we can talk about it.”

He didn’t say anything, just continued to look at his lap, then he took a deep breath. Camila and I locked eyes, and she looked just as confused as I did.

“I want to try, but I want to make it clear this is just us trying,” he said, looking right at me.

His tone was terse, and it was not what I was accustomed to hearing from Luke.

“Luke,” Camila said softly. “Cari?o, we don’t have to do this.”

“I want a taste of what it would be like for us to be at her mercy,” he said more confidently this time.

“I’m going to ask one more time,” I said, catching both of their attention. “Are. You. Sure?”

Without hesitation they said yes. We already had scenes together and I was more nervous for this one.

“Naked and kneeling in the bedroom now,” I snapped.

Luke immediately stood up. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Camila said, as she got up slowly and I could feel her brattiness coming to play.

Let’s play, Camila.

They walked to the room together hand in hand. My stomach flopped in anticipation, knowing that whatever was going to happen tonight was going to change everything. Now, I didn’t know if it was for the better or for the worse, and a part of me was worried that I was sealing my own fate of not having them. I just needed to show Luke how well we could be together.

I cleaned up the living room, giving me some time to ease my nerves and get into the mood. Once I was satisfied with the amount of time that had passed, I slowly walked to the room expecting to hear them or see them not on their knees.

I walked into the most beautiful sight I had ever seen in my life. Luke’s big body was on display in a perfect pose, his shoulders were broad, and those muscles were unreal. Next to him, his wife was soft, feminine, her breasts were full with rosy nipples and she was all curves.

They were the epitome of why I was bisexual. I loved the body in its many forms and fuck, they were fucking stunning. Seeing them like this only made me want them more.

“Good pets,” I said, touching their hair before I walked past them.

I undressed quickly, changing into a lingerie set. A red bra, panties and garter set with black sheer stockings. It was simple, but it helped me feel sexy and in charge. I walked out of the closet, with a few items that I tossed on the bed.

I went and stood in front of them, waiting for one of them to look up so I would have a reason to punish them. Camila twitched a little like she needed to move and I remembered that it's hard to keep a position like that.

“Luke, sit on the edge of the bed,” I purred. “And you, my darling, will stay here and wait till I’m ready for you. You may sit instead of kneeling.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they said together, as they did what I asked.

I squatted down and grabbed Camila’s chin. “You are going to sit here and be my good girl, ok? And if you do as I say, you can join us.”

“Y-yes, Mistress,” she said, as she bit her lip.

“Good girl, keep your eyes down and if I see you misbehaving, I’m going to spank you,” I said, pinching her chin.

“I understand, Mistress,” she said, taking a deep breath.

“Good girl.” I stood up and walked to Luke who was observing us.

His cock was standing straight up begging to be sucked on. I stood in front of him and grabbed his chin. “You will fuck my mouth while your wife stays over there. I expect you to moan loudly to show me your appreciation.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his eyes full of desire.

I knelt in front of him, pushing his knees apart so I could settle in between them, keeping Camila in my peripheral.

“You will keep your hands to yourself,” I said, rubbing his thighs up and down. “And if you disobey you will get spankings.”

I slapped the inside of his thigh.

He took a sharp breath. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Now be a good boy and enjoy your mistress’ mouth,” I said, before taking his cock in between my lips.

Luke moaned immediately. I saw Camila tense and flex her hands, keeping her head down. My need to see her break intensified. Camila with her ass red was so appealing, but I also wanted to see the fire in her eyes. I loved a good Submissive, but I also loved a brat too.

I took Luke as far as I could into my mouth, staying there for a few moments before coming back up, swirling my tongue around his head. Luke threw his head back and gave a sexy moan. This man was gorgeous when he was drunk on pleasure. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him over and over again, glancing at Camila who was still in the same position except her breathing was quicker and the way her hands were clenched tightly, I knew she was suffering.

“Camila, your husband tastes so good,” I moaned, hearing her whimper.

“Mistress, please,” she whined.

I looked up at Luke who was fixated on his wife.

“Be a good boy and let your wife hear how good I make you feel,” I purred, taking him into my mouth again.

Luke groaned, his hands twitched, but he kept still. He looked down at me with those dreamy brown eyes and he was giving me the same look of hunger he had given his wife.

My chest constricted with a feeling I didn’t know how to describe. I wanted him to look at me like this all the time. I took him in my mouth over and over again as we held each other's gaze, and it was heady.

Camila’s whine broke our moment. I kissed the head of his cock before I stood up. I captured his mouth in a kiss that I took control of, but he then tried to take control. It caught me off guard, but Luke always surprised me, and I never wanted that to end.

“Stay here, pet,” I said against his lips. “Don’t move and don’t you dare touch yourself.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he grinned.

“Camila,” I snapped watching her flinch.

“Y-yes, Mistress,” she said, looking up.

I wanted to reprimand her for looking at me. She loved to watch and only being able to hear was the torture I had wanted to give her.

“On the bed,” I clipped.

She stood up swaying a little before she walked to the bed, kissing Luke as she passed him.

“Nuh-uh, bad girl, did I say you could kiss your husband?” I walked over to her, bending her over quickly and hitting her ass and pussy in quick succession.

She gasped at the contact and when I plunged two fingers in her drenched pussy, she moaned.

“You kiss and touch your husband when I tell you to.” I curled my fingers touching her G spot and spanked her with my free hand.

When she didn’t say anything, I hit her again.

“Yes… Yes, Mistress,” she moaned.

I pulled away from her, looking over at Luke, who was still in the same spot.

“Clean your wife off my fingers,” I said.

Luke sucked on my fingers and never took his eyes off of me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the condom off the bed, tore it open, and slipped it on Luke.

“Luke, you will fuck me while you watch and see how I make your wife come,” I said, laying down on the edge of the bed, sliding my panties off.

“Yes, Mistress,” Luke panted.

He pulled me closer before notching the head of his cock at my pussy, slowly pushing himself in. It was too slow. I used my legs to pull him forward. We cried out when he was flush against me.

“Fuck, Luke, you’re big,” I moaned. “Don’t hold back, fuck me good.”

It was all Luke needed, he pulled out and began thrusting into me.

“Hold on, Mistress,” he growled, and goosebumps erupted all over my skin.

I cried out again when his pace quickened.

“Camila, sit on my face now,” I groaned not knowing how much longer I was going to last.

She crawled to me slowly and I knew she was doing it on purpose.

“Don’t make me wait, brat,” I clipped, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards me. “I want to taste that pussy, and I want your husband to hear you scream. Now sit and face your husband.”

She shivered before throwing her leg over my face, hovering too high above my face.

“Sit. On. My. Face.” I growled, pulling her down.

She smelled perfect and one long lick made me groan. She tasted sweet and tangy. The way Luke was fucking me it was hard to take my time with her and for once I was ok with that. I sucked and lapped at her pussy as Luke fucked me till next Tuesday.

Camila moaned, running her hand up and down my torso, while her husband held on to me so tightly I was hoping he would leave his mark. Camila’s soft hands massaged my breasts, and I moaned into her pussy.

“Mistress, we need to come,” Luke groaned.

Camila tweaked my nipple hard, making my hips thrust up and my orgasm came barreling through me. I cried out digging my hands onto Camila’s hips, riding out an orgasm so strong my legs shook.

Camila leaned forward and I heard her kissing Luke. I doubled my effort sucking on her pussy. She cried out as I trailed my hands, cupping her breast.

“Mistress,” Camila whimpered.

“Come for me,” I growled.

I sucked hard, running a hand through her cheeks until I reached that puckered hole. She tensed, crying out ‘Mistress’. Luke fucked me faster until he, also yelled ‘Mistress’. Intense satisfaction thrummed through me as I kissed Camila’s thighs before she got off of me. Luke leaned forward laying on my chest as Camila cuddled next to me. We lazily kissed each other as we came down from our orgasms. It wasn’t an intense scene, but I loved every minute of it.