Theirs (Possession #2)

21. Luke

21

Luke

M ovement against me made my eyes open quickly. The room was starting to lighten up, with the morning sun. I looked over to see Camila on my chest, rubbing her cheek against me and Genevieve spooning her. Flashbacks of yesterday’s sex filtered through my brain, and I knew it was not something I would ever forget.

We all took a nap before we ordered dinner and watched a movie. Camila and I got Genevieve to stay the night even though I saw her reluctance. Once we got into bed, she looked a little stiff, but once we talked a little before bed, she and Camila were really cozy.

The sound of their breathing was comforting, bringing me a sense of calm I hadn’t felt since before Genevieve suggested the contract. The girls were sleeping soundly, and I wanted them to wake up to hot food and coffee. I kissed Camila’s forehead wanting to do it to Genevieve as well, but I was too afraid waking her would make her think she had to leave.

I slid out of the bed and put a pillow next to Camila she could hold onto. They were adorable, so much so that I wanted to crawl back into bed, but I headed to the bathroom to do my business. A quick shower and a big glass of water, then I started the fireplace as snow started falling. We were supposed to get a decent storm in the next couple of days and I wondered if we could convince Genevieve to stay another day with us.

She would more than likely say no, but it didn’t hurt to try and get her to stay. Walking to the kitchen, I was ready to whip up a quiche with a side of bacon and bagels. I made myself a cinnamon latte as I started cutting everything up.

The quiche was in the oven as I fried the bacon and heated up the bagels in our toaster oven when I heard them coming down the hall. They were talking and giggling about something as they came into the kitchen. They were each wearing some pants with a robe, looking cute as hell.

“That website was a little shocking and some of the things they had for men were scary,” Camila chuckled.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Genevieve smirked. “Some men like to wear cock cages; it prevents them from getting too hard.”

I winced, wondering who the hell would want that, but it wasn’t my place to judge.

“What? Is that what those little cage things were?” Camila looked horrified.

“Yeah, that’s what they were.” Genevieve looked amused.

Camila looked at me and I’m pretty sure we had the same look of horror. She walked up to me, placing a chaste kiss on my lips that I wasn't going to do. I pulled her in closer, licking the seam of her lips asking for permission to let me deepen the kiss. She groaned as I stroked her tongue with my own.

I peeked to see what Genevieve was doing and we had her mesmerized. I sucked Camila’s bottom lip before giving her one last kiss.

“You taste delicious,” she said, before walking away.

Genevieve and I stared at each other. I wanted her to make the first move, even though I knew she wouldn’t. We moved at the same time, reaching out for each other. Just like Camila, I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as I licked her lips for entry. She let me in, and she tried to take control, but I wouldn’t let her. We fought for dominance until she finally relented and let me kiss her stupid. She fisted my shirt, groaning in my mouth before I nipped at her lip pulling away. We were a little breathless as we studied each other.

“I might be your Sub in the bedroom, but what have I told you? Out here you’re mine,” I said, kissing her nose before getting bagels out of the toaster oven.

Camila chuckled. “What kind of coffee would you like?”

“Uh, just milk and sugar?” She looked at Camila confused.

“Well, that's too boring,” Camila said. “We have vanilla, hazelnut, mocha, we even have peppermint.”

They talked as I took out the quiche, touching the top to make sure it was done and putting it on a trivet to let it cool.

“You want to have breakfast in front of the fireplace?” I looked over my shoulder to see Camila making coffee as Genevieve leaned against the bar looking at us.

“Ooooh, yes! We can enjoy the warmth and the snow,” Camila said, handing a cup to Genevieve. “I’ll set up.”

Camila walked to the living room as I started to set everything up on trays. Genevieve’s gaze made me want to puff out my chest in some weird way. The more I was around her outside of the bedroom, the more I wanted her to see me differently, to get to know me.

“Need help?”

“Nope, I got it,” I said, picking up the two trays. “Come on.”

I led her to the living room, where Camila was laying the blanket and pillows by the fire.

“Perfect timing.” Camila took one tray, setting it down.

I set down the other one, walking back to the kitchen to get my coffee and some napkins. When I walked back, Camila was serving Genevieve as they talked. I sat down next to Genevieve, putting her in the middle of Camila and me. It was the most relaxed I had seen Genevieve as we talked about our Thanksgivings and a class she was going to teach at The Atelier.

Once we finished, the girls cleaned the kitchen as I made a quick batch of muffins that Genevieve said she was craving.

“Keep feeding me like this and I’m going to have to start working out more.” Genevieve put the last dish in the dishwasher.

“I love a woman with curves,” Camila said, spanking her.

Genevieve glared at her and playfully swatted her too. I put the muffins in the oven, set a timer, and watched them tease each other.

“Alright, I need to head into the office really quick,” Camila said, drying her hands.

“What?” Genevieve looked taken aback, then looked at me, which I already knew she had to head in for a bit.

“I have a client coming in for a fitting, and I’ll be right back,” Camila said, kissing Genevieve on the cheek.

“Do you always work weekends?” Genevieve still looked shocked.

“Not really, unless a client wants a fitting and we can’t fit them in at any other time,” she said, coming to give me a kiss.

“Do you want me to drive you?” I brought her closer to me.

“No, I’ll be fine,” she said, squeezing me. “Plus, keep her here. Entice her with sex.”

She whispered the last part. I chuckled, not wanting to let her out of my sight.

“I’ll be back soon and maybe we can make some pot pies for dinner,” Camila said, heading towards our bedroom.

“I don’t think she should go to work,” Genevieve grumbled. “It’s snowing, you think the client is going to show up?”

“She will if she wants her dress by next weekend,” I said, pulling her towards me.

I leaned against the counter as she leaned against me.

“I don’t like it,” she huffed.

“You’re cute when you don’t get your way,” I chuckled.

“I just…” She didn’t finish her sentence.

“She’s a big girl, she’ll come back, and we can just relax.” I kissed her forehead.

She finally wrapped her arms around me, leaning against my chest. I held her as we waited for the muffins to be ready. The timer went off and I kissed her head. She reluctantly moved and I grabbed a mitt to get the muffins out.

“Want to watch a movie?” I asked, setting the muffins on the stove. “Or we can watch a show?”

“I’m fine with anything, but if you have things to do, I can?—”

“Don’t even think about it.” Camila walked in, freshly showered, dressed in a sweater and jeans. “I’ll be gone an hour-and-a-half tops.”

I grabbed a muffin for her, and filled a thermos with hot water for tea.

“Can you text me when you get to your building?” Genevieve said to her as they kissed goodbye.

“Sure thing, sugar,” Camila said.

I handed her a bag of snacks and her muffin with a thermos of tea.

“Be careful,” I said, kissing her.

“See you,” she said.

Keep her here, she mouthed. I nodded, watching her leave.

“Movie?” I turned around to see Genevieve already helping herself to the muffins.

“Sure,” she said, taking a bite of the muffin.

She looked unsure of herself, and I didn’t like it. I walked up to her, picking her up and setting her on the counter.

“I want some dessert too,” I said, opening her robe.

“Oh, Pet, you’re confident,” she grinned. “What makes you think I want to give you dessert?”

She opened her legs, letting me pull down her pants.

“Oh, Mistress, I think you will like me eating my dessert,” I said, pushing her legs apart, exposing her wet pussy and the shining piercing.

I groaned, remembering how good she tasted.

“Oh, Pet, you think you can control the?—”

I didn’t let her finish that sentence as I licked her pussy, groaning at her sweet taste. Genevieve’s hands immediately ran through my hair, thrusting up into my face.

“Pet,” she moaned, as I pushed my finger into her wet pussy, curving to find that spot that would make her come.

She moaned louder, arching her back off the counter as I put my lips around her clit, sucking on it. Her hips moved against my finger. I could feel her urgency, but I wanted her to beg and to break. Genevieve needed to know that while I got on my knees for her willingly in the bedroom, she wasn’t always in charge. She needed to give over her control and let us take care of her.

Gliding another finger into her, I put more pressure on her g-spot. The pitch of her moan changed, her breathing became more erratic, and I was just waiting for the point where she was going to be lost in pleasure, so lost that she was willing to beg.

“Fuck, Pet,” she moaned tugging on my hair.

“Come on, Mistress, come for me,” I said, teasing her. “Show me how good of a boy I am for giving you an orgasm. Tell me I’m a good boy.”

“I know what you’re doing,” she groaned. “It’s not going to?—”

If she knew what I was doing, then I needed to prove her wrong. I picked her up, set her down, and pulled myself out of my pants. I rolled on a condom Camila had slipped in my pocket before she had left. Genevieve tried to turn around to see what I was doing. I notched myself spreading her wetness on my cock before sliding in slowly.

Genevieve wasn’t having it though, she pushed back taking my cock in one thrust. We shouted out together.

“Fuck, you ok?” I pulled her up.

“You’re so fucking big like this,” she whimpered.

“We can change—” My sentence was forgotten the moment we were flushed hip to hip.

She tried to control the tempo, but she was mistaken.

I yanked her up, wrapped an arm around her waist and my hand around her throat pulling her at an angle she couldn’t escape.

“Nuh-uh, Mistress, what did I tell you?” I tightened my hand around her throat, thrusting into her slowly and deeply.

“Pet, you’re going to pay for this,” she moaned, grabbing my forearm, digging her nails in.

I released her neck, slapping her pussy before rubbing her clit.

“I want you to give me your worst, Mistress, but while you are doing it, I need you to remember who owns your body,” I growled, thrusting harder. “I want you to remember how it felt when I drilled it into you and how good it felt when I made your body sing.”

She cried out trying to move, but I didn’t let her.

“Now be a good slut and come on my cock, so when my wife gets home, you can tell her how hard her husband made you come,” I growled, adjusting my angle and fucking her hard.

“Luke!” she cried out, raising her arm, and putting her hand in my hair.

She tilted her neck, and I kissed and sucked on anything I could.

“I’m…I…I’m com?—”

She didn’t finish her sentence when her pussy tightened around me, and her pussy got slicker.

I let go of her, grabbed her hips, and raced towards my release. It hit me a few thrusts later as her pussy was still fluttering around me. I gritted my teeth from the intensity of my orgasm, my heart racing ever faster as I shook. The last of my orgasm faded as I rubbed up and down her back, enjoying the way her hips flared out at her waist.

“You ok, Genevieve?” I pulled out, taking care of the condom.

She shook her head, but there was no other response. Lifting my pants and throwing the condom away, I lifted her into my arms bridal style, worried I had been too rough.

“Evie? Are you ok?” I looked down at her, saw her smile and snuggled against my chest. I took it as a good sign.

“Where the hell did you get a condom from?”

I laughed. “Would you believe me that my wife put it in my pocket?”

“Of course she would; that Little Minx is always two steps ahead,” she laughed.

I knew my wife always got what she wanted, and I was so glad she pushed the issue with Genevieve. We were about to have so much fun.