Theirs (Possession #2)

20. Camila

20

Camila

I ’d like to say that I didn’t intend for Luke to come to my work, but I was hoping he would and see Genevieve here with me. Since we had said no to Genevieve, it had been awkward. Nothing was bad between us, but I felt like I didn’t have the entire picture. Luke was holding something back and I wanted to find out what it was. I knew he missed her just like I did. Sometimes he would look out into the distance like he was remembering our time together.

Now that we were all staring awkwardly at each other, I kind of felt bad. But if we all met face-to-face, we couldn’t hide behind a screen, and we could really talk about it.

“Hermosa.” Luke looked at me like he couldn’t believe I had done this.

“Cari?o,” I said, wondering how this was going to go.

“I thought you had a client today,” he said, looking over at Genevieve.

“I do, I took her measurements and now we are having lunch,” I said as sweetly as I could muster.

“I feel like we got parent trapped,” Genevieve chuckled.

Luke looked between us, and he shook his head. “We got Camila trapped.”

“No, I didn't ask you to come here,” I said with a smile. “You did that all on your own.”

“I’m not mad that I get to see you,” Genevieve said.

Luke sighed as he walked into the room. “It’s good to see you too.”

His eyes looked at her up and down appreciatively. Genevieve was casual in jeans and a sweater, but she would be gorgeous in anything. She smiled as he sat down next to me.

“I take it this is supposed to change my mind,” he said, looking between us.

“I just thought?—”

“I respect your decision,” Genevieve interrupted me. “I don’t understand it, but that doesn’t matter. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Luke raised his brow at me. “So, if that is her intention, why did you do this?”

“Well, I missed her, and I figured we could be friends,” I said, trying not to get defensive. “I just wanted to hang out and yes, I thought if you showed up maybe we could talk. I feel like we haven’t been communicating and since this involves her, she should be here.”

“Look, I don’t want to cause trouble and I’m sorry, but I will go,” Genevieve said, giving me a small smile.

I glanced over at Luke who was staring at Genevieve as she stood up and grabbed her purse.

“You don’t have to go,” he sighed.

Genevieve and I looked at Luke, seeing him looking awfully uncomfortable.

“I’m lying, I do want to continue this, but I’m scared,” he said softly. “We started this because of me. What if it implodes on us? What if you hate me after this?”

Luke looked down at his hand, biting his lip.

“Cari?o,” I said, standing up and pushing his chin up to look at me.

“If this went bad, why would I blame you? I’m consenting to this as much as you are,” I said, cupping his cheek. “You aren’t making me do anything and I would never blame you.”

He swallowed roughly, still looking conflicted.

“I proposed a contract for this reason.” Genevieve walked over to Luke. “That way we are all on the same page. There are no surprises, and we all agree to the terms.”

She stood next to me, cupping his other cheek.

“We would never put you in a position you aren’t comfortable in, but this won’t work if you keep your issues to yourself, Luke,” Genevieve said leaning forward. “Do you not remember anything I have taught you?”

“I’m scared,” he said softly, looking at us. “I like this arrangement, maybe a little too much.”

I knew the fear he had, it sometimes made me worry that we might be hurting our marriage after all the effort we had put in to make us stronger. On the other hand, a part of me thought we couldn’t be worse than when we had started. Another part of me wondered if we had gone through everything to end up exactly where we were before all this. If we ended up with shattered hearts, then so be it, because all of us together felt good, so, fucking good.

“There is nothing to be afraid of, because we can overcome anything together,” I said, kissing his lips softly. “We need to trust the contract.”

“We also need to talk, I can’t reassure you if I don’t know what's wrong,” Genevieve said, leaning down and kissing his lips. “I know I failed you, but I promise to work?—”

“You didn’t fail us,” I snapped.

Genevieve glared at me as I glared back. The promise of being reprimanded made my spine tingle.

“She’s right, you didn’t fail us,” Luke said, cutting the tension between us. “It was lack of communication on my part and?—”

“And I knew something was wrong,” she clipped. “Look, you won’t change my mind about this. I've been doing this long enough that I know what I should have done. There is no excuse.”

“Well, I beg to differ,” I clipped. “It was an honest mistake.”

“An honest mistake that could have ended badly,” she said, turning her body to me.

How far could I push her before she snapped?

“But it didn’t, I called you, and you made it better,” I growled.

Luke chuckled. “You sure you want this fiery woman as your Sub?”

I narrowed my eyes at Luke who had started smiling.

“There's no one I can’t tame,” Genevieve purred.

Goosebumps erupted all over my body as a shot of arousal coursed through me.

“But before we move ahead, I need to know you are ok with this. I need to know that you will discuss things with me or us,” Genevieve grew serious. “I need your signature.”

Luke looked up at me with a question in his eyes.

“Hermosa,” he said, fear clear in his voice.

“Luke, if you feel adamant about saying no, that's ok,” I said firmly. “Now that I know you have reservations about how we will do, I get it, and I understand your fears.”

He studied me. “I don’t want to lose us.”

“You won’t, we have better communication tools,” I said, pushing his hair back.

“Are you sure you want this?” He pulled me forward. “You want all of us together?”

He pulled Genevieve towards us, so we were all touching. Genevieve and I were only a little taller than Luke like this, but I liked that he was looking up at us. I glanced at Genevieve as she returned my stare. Her face was giving nothing away, hidden behind her mask of indifference. I don’t know why at that moment I needed her to reassure me. My gaze flitted to Luke who was looking at me.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Genevieve hugged me closer, tilting her head towards mine.

We touched our foreheads as we took a deep breath. It was quiet as we… I don't even know what this was, but it served to reinforce my decision.

“I want this,” I whispered.

Genevieve’s face instantly changed. She smiled, kissed my cheek and turned to do the same thing with Luke but he had other things in mind. He captured her in a kiss, I knew it was making her toes curl as he groaned into her mouth. His hand threaded through her hair, grabbing a chunk of it in a tight fist.

Seeing my husband and our mistress together made me feel things I didn’t know were possible. We had never talked about inviting someone into our bedroom, it had never crossed my mind. I was starting to wonder if it was because of Genevieve.

Luke let go of Genevieve before pulling me in for a kiss. It was confident, reassuring and I knew he was feeling better. A featherlight kiss teased my neck, a soft suck came afterward. Before I knew it, we were groping each other, trading kisses until we were all breathless.

“I need you,” Luke whined. “I need both of you.”

He ground himself to me, his hard cock dug into my leg.

“My place now,” Genevieve said, in between kisses.

No one moved; we continued kissing. I grabbed Genevieve and pulled her in for a kiss. Her kisses were almost like Luke’s, commanding and demanding, but with Genevieve, I liked to tease her and push her, fight her for control of the kiss.

“That’s it,” she said, pulling away from me. “My house now.”

She stared at us before she pushed herself away from us, grabbing her purse and jacket.

“Our house is closer, we can walk,” I said, grabbing my things, not giving her a chance to argue or say anything else.

Luke chuckled and I imagined Genevieve did not like me taking control, but her house was further away, and I did not want to wait that long.

“It’s too cold, I can drive us,” Luke said, grabbing my work bag.

“Perfect, let's go,” I said, grabbing Genevieve's hand, leading us to the underground garage.

We found his car easily since he was by the elevator and the garage was empty. I pulled Genevieve into the back with me, kissing her roughly. Our teeth knocked each other softly before we found our rhythm. The car started to move, but we weren’t going fast enough, and I wanted a taste of Genevieve.

“You’re such a brat, Camila,” she growled, biting my lip.

“You like it.” I kissed her cheek, slowly making my way down to her neck when we entered our garage.

I sucked hard on her neck before she pushed me away.

“No hickeys, Little Minx,” she snapped, her eyes flared with annoyance. “I have no problem spanking your ass raw.”

“Oh please, let me watch,” Luke said, parking in our spot.

We all exited the car immediately going for the elevator and when we got inside, Luke pushed Genevieve against the wall, kissing me first and then Genevieve. A part of me worried someone would come in, but at this point I didn’t care. We made it to our floor alone, rushing to the door.

When we entered the condo, Luke slammed the door shut as we all looked at each other. The tension was thick, ready to burst, and I was so ready for this.

“Naked, kneel at the door of your room, now!” Genevieve clipped.

Luke and I moved quickly, he grabbed my hand as we almost ran to our bedroom, taking off our coats, scarves and beanies. When we entered the bedroom, Luke pulled me towards him, kissing me fiercely. He backed up to the wall, kissing me senseless, making me moan.

“Fuck, I need you,” he whined against my lips.

“You better get on your knees, pretty boy before she comes in and tans our asses,” I said, taking my shirt off.

We got undressed quickly, kneeling moments before she came into the room. Letting go of the breath I was holding I watched her feet come up to us.

“Do you have any restraints or ties?” she asked, tilting my chin up.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, admiring her from this view. “Top drawer in the middle of the closet. It's the only drawer that has a frosted panel in the front.”

“Good girl.” She released my chin, walking away. “Keep that head down, Camila.”

I smirked that she knew I hadn’t looked back down. Quickly glancing at Luke, he was smiling, being the good boy he was and keeping his eyes down.

Genevieve took her sweet time. The wood floor was digging into my knees and the bite of pain made me want to say fuck it and sit down another way. I guessed she found the lingerie I had placed there. It was for her after all, as well as all the BDSM toys I had purchased over the last few weeks. The sound of heels coming close to us had me sitting up straighter, dying to see what she looked like.

“Did you plan this entire day, Little Minx?” she asked.

“I had hoped for the best,” I said, seeing her in the tallest heels I owned. They looked a little big for her, but I knew they completed the look of the lingerie.

Smack!

A sting erupted from my thigh. I gritted my teeth to keep from making a sound because I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

“I think you forgot a word,” she said, smacking me on my other leg.

“Mistress,” I said, breathing through the sting.

“Did you know about this kink drawer, Luke?’

“Yes, Mistress,” he said. “She has been collecting things after each session we had with you.”

“Good girl,” she said, making me fucking preen.

“Luke, kneel at the end of the bed on the floor,” Genevieve clipped.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, immediately getting up and doing as she said.

“Now since you think you can run the show, bend over on the bed with your ass up,” she snapped.

I purposely waited for a few seconds. “Yes, Mistress,” I said, getting up very slowly, walking to the bed and assuming the position she had demanded. I arched my back teasing her, and possibly my husband if he had stolen a glance.

“Chest on the bed with your arms crossed behind your back,” she commanded.

I laid my cheek on the soft comforter, crossing my arms behind my back feeling way too exposed. The first hit was a shock to my system.

“Thank me,” she snapped.

“T-Thank you, Mistress,” I said, getting my bearings.

The second hit was not much better.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said.

The third hit was painful, but she rubbed my ass, making the sting go away a lot more quickly.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said, almost forgetting to address her.

“Luke, suck on your wife’s pussy,” she said before his delicious tongue licked me, making me groan.

He sucked on my clit, making me cry out from the pleasure and thanking Genevieve. His mouth left my pussy, and I wasn’t ready for the next hit that stole my breath away. Luke immediately licked my pussy, easing the pain and bringing pleasure to the forefront of my brain. It was jarring to go from one to the other.

The next five hits were similar. Hit, play with my pussy, hit and sucked on my pussy. My body was so aroused and sensitive that each time I thought I was going to come, but he stopped right before my orgasm hit me.

Smack!

I cried out, leaning back a little to find friction.

“Thank you, Mistress,” I cried out.

“On your knees at the foot of the bed, Luke,” Genevieve commanded.

“No!” I whined.

“Shh…. I’ve got you, Little Minx,” Genevieve whispered.

A slow languid lick up my pussy had me sighing in relief. Genevieve's mouth was talented, and I leaned into her face, desperate for release.

“Such a needy little whore,” she said, spanking me.

I moaned when she sucked on my clit. She teased my hole with her finger, sliding it into my pussy slowly as she placed kisses on my clit. A second finger entered me, slowly driving me mad. I huffed in annoyance, but was given a small reprieve when she skimmed my g-spot. A whine came from behind Genevieve, and she chuckled against my clit.

“You want to watch, pet?” Her seductive voice made my stomach clench in arousal.

“Please, Mistress,” he whimpered.

“Sit against the headboard,” she clipped.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

Luke came into my line of sight as he climbed on the bed. I almost raised my head to look at him when she rubbed my clit.

“Hold on, Little Minx,” she said, slapping my ass. “You better stay still too.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, having the urge to look up.

I wanted to disobey and make her mad, but I also wanted to come, I needed it.

The room was quiet, except for the odd shuffling on the bed. A moan from Genevieve made me shift a little.

“How does your wife taste on my lips?” Genevieve moaned as I heard them kissing.

Luke moaned something, but I couldn’t hear it, and I shifted again.

“Don’t you dare move,” she snapped.

It was my turn to whine and whimper when I felt the bed start to move. Luke moaned in such a primal way, that I knew he had his head back as he enjoyed whatever pleasure she was giving him.

“Please, Mistress,” I pleaded. “I want to see.”

“Not yet, Little Minx,” she said, a little out of breath. “Just a little longer.”

“Fuck,” I cried out, as the bed moved more and more.

They moaned together and I was about to snap.

“Get up,” she commanded.

I wasted no time getting up, but my arms were tingling when I saw Luke tied to the headboard and Genevieve sitting on his cock, fucking him slowly.

“Sit on your husband’s cock, facing me, while I bring us to orgasm,” Genevieve said, sliding off Luke.

I shivered, wondering what she had planned. She grabbed me by the neck, kissing me before helping me onto Luke’s lap, sinking down on his cock. We moaned together as I leaned back taking more of his cock.

“Fuck,” Luke said, nipping at my shoulder. “You feel so fucking good, Hermosa”.

I rolled my hips when a sting erupted on my inner thigh.

“Did I tell you to move?” she growled, kneeling in between my spread-out legs.

“Please, Mistress,” I groaned when she lightly touched my clit. “I n-need more.”

The sound of loud buzzing made me look down to see my wand in her hand. Anticipation ran through me before it touched my clit. I cried out, the pleasure ripping through me. My orgasm raced forward, but it stopped when she took it away.

“No!” I cried. “Please… Please.”

“Patience, Little Minx,” she purred. “Luke, close your legs together. Camila, sit slightly up.”

She put her leg between Luke’s and mine, straddling me with her other leg on the other side of me. I leaned forward to lick her pussy when she shook her head at me. I opened my mouth to say something when she squatted down, turning on the wand and placed it between both of our pussies.

“OH!” I yelled, letting my head hang back.

“Come on, Luke, lets fuck your wife until she screams,” Genevieve commanded.

“Gladly, Mistress,” he grunted, thrusting up to me.

His cock was at a perfect angle to brush against my g-spot. Genevieve rolled her hips against the wand, pushing into my clit over and over again. I cried out again on the precipice of an orgasm that felt like it would rip my soul out.

“I need to come,” I groaned.

“Please, Mistress,” Luke groaned, bucking into me faster.

“Almost there,” she panted while looking at me. “Almost there, Little Minx.”

Genevieve was flush, her eyes were half lidded and her brow furrowed. She was gorgeous in the throes of ecstasy, and I couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Mistress,” I moaned as she said “Come.”

My body exploded with wave after wave of pleasure. My toes curled, my legs shook as I closed my eyes feeling like I was dying from pleasure. My arms were shaking as I let myself fall back on Luke, hearing him growl as he found his own release.

“Are you ok?” Genevieve asked out of breath.

I nodded, not sure if she was talking to me or not. Luke shifted underneath me, and I moved to roll off of him.

“I got you, Hermosa,” he said, enveloping me in his arms.

I sighed, feeling too much like jelly to move. A cloth cleaned me up, then lifted and put under the covers before I knew what was happening. Two bodies surrounded me, it was a feeling I couldn’t describe. While I knew Luke and I were always meant to be together, a part of me now thought that Genevieve was always supposed to find us too.