Theirs (Possession #2)

23. Camila

23

Camila

T he house was quiet as I entered with my work bag and a couple of fabric swatch books. My bride had loved her dress and I had been commissioned for another wedding dress for the ceremony and then for the reception from one of her friends, along with three bridesmaid dresses and possibly a custom tux. I had only ever done a few men’s items and they were really nice, but a tux was a whole different story, but I did love a challenge.

Hanging my bags on the hooks by the door, I made my way to our bedroom in search of Luke. He should be packing or hopefully done packing. The car to take him to the airport should be here in about fifteen minutes. I never liked when he had to leave me, but some endorsement deal for men's underwear wanted to do another photoshoot tomorrow morning and as much as I would love to fly with him, I had my bride and her mother coming in for measurements, picking out fabrics and reviewing their designs.

This was one of my biggest orders and I could not afford to mess this up, not when the mother of the bride used to be an actress and still occasionally did movies. If I impressed her, she might use me for something big, which could change everything.

A feminine laugh came down the hallway and I immediately rushed to our room. I hoped it was Genevieve and when I get to our room, I stood just outside of the door, so I could watch. She was on the bed folding some pants, talking about tied up Thursday at The Atelier. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a fluffy sweater, leggings and big fluffy socks.

Luke was looking at her with rapt attention as he was putting things into his suitcase. He laughed at something she said, but I was not paying attention to their conversation anymore. It was such a simple interaction but to me, it felt completely right. Genevieve looked good in our room, as she helped my husband and made him laugh.

The appropriate response would be jealousy but I liked her here. If I had my way she would be here every night, but what kind of wife did that make me? Guilt crept in, slowly, threatening to turn my mood sour. I knew my feelings for her had only grown and up until now, I knew what I was getting but what if… what if she was supposed to be here? What if she was always supposed to be ours?

Genevieve must have felt my gaze as she turned to me, giving me a big smile. All my worry immediately vanished and I felt peace taking over, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say a small part of me still felt guilty. My heart beat faster as I walked into the room.

“Hey,” I said, walking up to her and kissing her softly.

“Hi.” She grinned, kissing me one more time.

I looked back and raised my brow at my husband.

“I thought you could use some company,” he said with a shrug.

My abdomen flipped as excitement began taking root. Luke had always been such a good caretaker and I shouldn't have been surprised he had invited her over. He was always so thoughtful, and it made my guilt evaporate. I knew he had to be feeling the same way because he wanted her here as much as I did, we had been talking about it.

“Thanks, Cari?o,” I said, rounding the bed to give him a kiss. “You know me so well.”

“I have sushi being delivered from T-Sushi,” he said, kissing me again. “I also made muffins and cookies.”

God, I loved this man.

“You spoil us,” I said, bringing him in for a deeper kiss.

He pulled me closer so we were flush, and tilted me back slightly to deepen the kiss even more. The prickle of awareness that Genevieve was watching us made me kiss Luke harder. He groaned when I bit his lip, licking away the sting, kissing him one more time.

“Just so you remember you have something to come home to,” I smirked, getting on the bed wanting him to leave with some spank bank material.

Genevieve eyes were dark with desire as I pulled her in for a kiss. We fought for dominance, each of us trying to take control and I loved it. She grabbed me by the neck, tight enough that said there was no way she was going to let me have control. I moaned, letting her win this time.

“You can’t do this to me right before I’m going to get in a car and leave y’all,” he said, his voice a lot closer.

Before I had a chance to look over at Luke, my head was pulled back by my hair roughly. Genevieve pulled Luke in for a kiss. It was frantic, needy and the way Genevieve took control made me want to tell Luke to cancel his flight and take a red eye, so we could have some fun. I kissed his neck, nipping and sucking on his skin wanting to mark it, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea before the photo shoot.

“Remember that when you're alone in your hotel room tonight,” Genevieve growled. “Now go finish packing, your car should be here soon.”

Luke whined, kissed her and then me, and finally went back to packing. Genevieve moved me so that I was sitting in between her legs with my back to her chest. It felt oddly intimate, but I loved it. We watched him finish packing as he stole glances of us.

He zipped up his bag, standing at the edge of the bed with heat in his eyes. I chuckled because I think all of us were thinking he should cancel his flight.

“If this deal didn’t give me so much money, I would cancel and stay in bed with you all night,” he sighed.

His phone buzzed on the bed, it was probably the car service.

“I know, but go make that money, Cari?o,” I said getting off the bed as he grabbed his carry-on.

“I’m assuming it's a lot of money?” Genevieve asked as she got out of the bed too.

“More than I’m probably worth since I don’t play anymore,” he said as we walked down the hall to the door.

“My friend Hunter said you were a great wide receiver,” Genevieve said. “Kind of fangirled.”

Luke laughed. “I wasn’t that great.”

“He’s a hockey player, so if he knew who you were, it’s a big deal,” she chuckled. “Said he wouldn’t mind being a forth.”

I laughed. “Luke has that effect on people.”

Luke blushed; it was still hard for him to deal with the whole being famous thing. He was always happy just playing football.

We stayed quiet as he put his luggage down.

“Take care of her,” Luke said, pulling Genevieve in for a hug and kiss.

“I’ll keep her satiated or maybe I’ll tie her up and edge her all night,” she said with a devious glint in her eye.

“Take a picture either way,” he said, pulling me in for a hug and kissing me.

He still held on to Genevieve and I love it.

“Good luck,” I said against his lips. “Have fun too.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not without y’all.”

He kissed me before doing the same to Genevieve. With one last look he grabbed his suitcase and backpack and left. Once the door shut, Genevieve grinned at me before she walked away from me towards the bar. Excitement churned in my stomach and I was desperate to know how this night was going to end.

It was nine o’clock and the night hadn’t gone as I had expected. I was hoping we would eat and get to bed, but instead she wanted to watch a movie and then we had dessert and after the first movie ended, she started another one. We were in the middle of How to Lose a Guy in 10 days. I was leaning against her chest with her arms around me. I was ready to turn off the movie, crawl into her lap, and tease her until we made our way to the bedroom.

Genevieve yawned and looked over at me. She looked tired and for a hot second I was disappointed. It was fine, even though most of our relationship had been sex, I needed to embrace these moments.

“You can stay here if you’d like,” I said, wondering if she would stay.

“I think I’m going to go home,” she said.

Again, disappointment hit me. I needed to have a serious talk with my libido, since we had started having sex with Genevieve, I swore I was horny all the time.

“Ok,” I said, getting up and pausing the movie.

I grabbed our drinks, and took them into the kitchen as Genevieve grabbed the trash, following me into the kitchen.

“Thanks for keeping me company,” I said, leaving our dishes in the sink to clean later.

“Of course,” she said, leaning against the counter. “As soon as Luke suggested it, I knew I wanted to spend time with you.”

“Thank you.” I closed the distance between us, rubbing my nose with hers, kissing her softly, enjoying her for a moment more before she left.

I moaned when she pushed me against the counter, kissing me stupidly.

“I’m disappointed in you, Little Minx,” she growled against my lips. “I've been waiting all night for you to take charge.”

“I—”

She didn’t let me finish my sentence, kissing me again with fervor. Our tongues fought for dominance, as I tried to make sense of what she had just said.

“Wait a minute, I've been giving you signals all night,” I said, getting a little annoyed.

“Oh, Little Minx what did I tell you when we first met?” She stepped away from me. “You take what you want, you don’t wait for anyone to give you what you need. You fucking demand it.”

Genevieve turned around, grabbed her purse and headed to the front door. I was confused for a moment wondering why the hell I didn’t just go for what I wanted. Before she reached the door, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into me.

“That was my mistake,” I snapped. “I don’t know why I waited for you, when you're right, I take what I want.”

I pushed her into the wall, kissing her roughly, taking her purse off and leaving it on the floor.

“Little Minx, you think that is?—”

I didn’t let her finish her sentence as I started kissing her again. She fought against me, trying to push me off, but I stood my ground. I grabbed her wrists, putting them above her head as I kissed her. I controlled the kiss, pressing myself against her. Her tits felt so good against mine.

Grabbing her wrist in one hand, I trailed my hand down her body to her tits, grabbed a handful, massaging them before pinching them and pulling slightly.

Genevieve gasped into my mouth, and I did it again, swallowing her moan. My hand wandered over her stomach to the waistband of her leggings, slipping under it slowly. She raised her hips and I stopped.

“Do I need to tell you to be still,” I snapped.

Genevieve glared at me defiantly. “Oh, Little Minx, don’t get too comfortable, now touch my pussy.”

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. “Oh, Mistress, you're not in charge anymore. I am.”

I slid my hand lower, softly gliding a digit over her clit.

“Talk back to me again and I might torture you to see how long I can make you go without coming,” I said, kissing her cheek, putting more pressure on her clit. “Or maybe I’ll get you right to the edge of an orgasm, and then send you home.”

“You do that and I’ll?—”

I bit her neck, silencing her, rubbing her clit with more pressure.

“Little Minx,” she said, but it came out more as a whine.

“Should I make you beg,” I said against her neck. “I think you would look great on your knees, Mistress.”

She growled, pulled her hand out of my grip, grabbing my shirt in her fist and as she pushed me back until my legs hit the chaise on the sofa.

“It’s cute that you think you are in charge.” She turned me quickly, and pulled my leggings down. Before I knew it, she had kicked my feet apart and bent me forward, slapping my ass hard.

I pushed up against her hand but she didn’t let me up as she spanked me again.

“I’ll stop when you submit,” she clipped.

“No,” I growled, pushing up again.

Another sting erupted on my ass.

“Fuck,” I panted when she hit me again.

I pushed back again hard, almost pushing her back but she hit me twice in succession. She pulled my hair, the sting on my scalp distracted me as she pulled my sweater up over my head out of one arm. She deftly pulled my hands back and tied them together.

“Don’t test me again,” she snapped, slapping my ass again.

“Argh.” I struggled against the sweater as she pushed me forward again and I had nothing to catch myself with.

My cheek landed on the sofa as the next two hits came and I struggled more.

“Keep it up and I’ll leave you like this while I go sleep in your bed.” She spanked me again.

The pain was morphing into pleasure.

“You wouldn't dare,” I whined, as she slipped a finger inside of my pussy.

“So, fucking soaked,” she said pushing in and out, slightly touch my g-spot making shockwaves of pleasure shoot through me.

My hips wanted to push back; I was desperate to give in but dammit I loved pushing back too. I stayed as quiet as I could as she slipped another finger into me. My body shook with pleasure.

“Come on, Little Minx, don’t be stingy with those beautiful sounds you make,” she purred, fucking me a little faster with her fingers.

I bit my lip, trying to stop from making any noise, waiting for the perfect time to make my move.

“Is this what you want?” The pad of her tongue caressed my clit and I couldn’t control the moan that slipped out. “Ahhhh, there…. you are.”

She licked me again, sucking on my pussy as she pushed her fingers in and out of me in a dizzying pleasure. Before I knew it, I was pushing back against her fingers and while my plan had gotten a little derailed, I knew this was the perfect time to switch on her.

I pulled my hands, loosening the sweater and when it was loose enough, I pulled my hands apart and turned around. Her eyes widened before she smirked. I rushed at her and pushing her back against the ottoman. I pulled one leg out of my leggings and straddled her a bit. A charging cord for a phone was right next to her hands, and I grabbed it, tying her hand together.

“My turn, Mistress,” I smirked, proud of myself.

She looked up at me defiantly, her chin jutted out and I loved it.

“How the tables have turned, Mistress.” I leaned down, rubbing my nose down her throat. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You should untie me before you get ahead of yourself,” she snapped.

I laughed. “Oh, Mistress, you still think you're in charge.”

She glared at me and the rush of the change in power dynamic had me getting wetter by the minute.

“Little Minx?—”

I kissed her hard, opening her mouth with my tongue and sucking on it.

“Here’s how it's going to go, Mistress,” I said against her ear. “You behave and I will suck that sweet pussy until I have you screaming and if you are extra good I might make you come twice but…”

I pulled away to see her face, grabbing her face with one hand making her pout a little bit.

“If you fuck around, Mistress, you will find out how much I’ve learned from you.” I kissed her softly. “Make this easy and I will make you see the fucking Milky Way. So, what’s it going to be, baby?”

She glared at me, searching my face before smirking.

“I don’t think you have it in you,” she chuckled.

I got up quickly, pulled her up, grabbed the cord and led her to the bedroom. If she thought I didn’t have it in me, I’d have to show her. Once we entered the bedroom, I pushed her onto our bed and pulled out a restraint I put in when I was changing earlier. I slapped the cuff over both hands and tightened it to make sure she wasn’t going to move.

“Buckle up, buttercup, you asked for this,” I growled, getting off the bed and going to the closet.

I grabbed a few things I needed before changing into a panty-less teddy that left my pussy and tits bare. I leisurely walked into the room, feeling her eyes on me. I got on the bed and crawled to her. I pulled off her leggings quickly along with her pretty black thong. I kissed her calf nipping at her every so often. Her eyes followed my every move as I removed the rest of her clothing, her bra and sweater bunched up by her hands.

Genevieve’s breathing was not very labored and I continued to tease her. I grabbed the wand, slowly running it up her thighs, and turned it on as I got to her pussy. It was at medium speed and I kept it there, kissing her body.

“No coming,” I snapped, biting her hip.

She gasped, rolling her hips up.

“Stay still,” I clipped, pulling away the wand.

She stared at me before nodding.

“I want to hear it, baby,” I said, teasing her with the wand again.

“I’ll stay still, Little Minx.” She said my pet name defiantly.

“I want to force you to say, Mistress, but I’ll take Little Minx because at the end of this no matter my name you’ll know who is in charge,” I said, increasing the intensity of the wand.

She gasped at the contact, so I took a nipple into my mouth and sent her over the edge. She mewled; her face grew flush and if I had to guess, she was close to coming. I pulled away, hearing her sigh in frustration; it was music to my ears. I kissed down to her hip, kissed across to the other side and spread her legs open to reveal her pussy. The piercing above her clit glistened with her arousal.

I looked it up when I first saw it and I learned it was sensitive, and we were about to see how sensitive she was. She was completely bare; it was the first time I had seen a hairless woman. I saw the appeal, but I missed seeing the curls. Kissing her clit softly, I swirled my tongue over her clit, softly sucking on it before doing it all over again.

“You taste so good, Mistress,” I said, blowing on her clit.

She was looking down at me with hooded eyes, and she rolled her hips.

I grinned. “I told you not to move.”

I slapped her pussy, getting up and straddling her, not putting my weight on her.

“You’ll just have to watch,” I said, flipping the wand while resting it against my pussy.

I was already so turned on all I needed was a minute and I could come.

“Little Minx!” she threatened.

“Oh, Mistress,” I said grabbing my breast, throwing my head back as I moaned loudly. “I wish it was your mouth on me.”

My body shook with pleasure as I decided what to do. Another wave hit me and it was too soon to end this. I pulled the wand away and turned it off, pushing it against her lips.

“Lick it, Mistress, taste how good we taste together.” I leaned forward hovering over her. “Come on, you know you want to taste us.”

I put the wand against her lips and she took a deep breath.

“Lick it.” I growled.

She licked it slowly and I’m sure she didn’t think I heard it as the moan had been so small. I grinned and leaned down.

“Good girl,” I said against her lip, kissing her softly. I trailed down her neck and chest paying attention to each breast. “Just let me please you, baby. Behave, and I’ll treat you so damn good, Mistress, you will always remember how good I made you come.”

I kiss down her soft stomach heading straight for her pussy. I plunged one finger in, sucking on her clit gently in little pulses. She moaned loudly, finally letting go. She pulled on the restraints, looking down at me with desire in her eyes. We continued to look at each other as I sucked and licked her clit, adding another finger, curling them just enough so I could drive her mad.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, Mommy.”

I groaned as I sucked on her clit a little too hard. Why was being called mommy so hot? Her breathing came a little quicker, her hips started to roll more quickly.

“I want to come together,” she panted.

At first I didn't understand, until I remembered the toe-curling orgasm she had given me with the wand. I teased her more, wanting her to come to the brink of an orgasm before I finished us.

“Oh God!” she shouted.

I smirked from against her clit. “Mistress, your god isn’t between your legs, I am.”

I kissed her clit, grabbed the wand and turned it on while I straddled her leg. I turned it on, placing it in between us instantly moaning together.

“Now scream my name as I make you come,” I said, leaning over, keeping the wand right on our clits.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as we rolled our hips against the wand. “Oh, Mommy!”

Her words pushed me over the edge. We moaned and shook together riding our pleasure until we were too sensitive. I put the wand aside, shaking the last of my orgasm away. I unclasped her wrists, feeling bad when I saw her wrists were red.

“Damn, Little Minx,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. “You can fuck me any day.”

I smiled against her chest, immediately wanting to tell her I wanted to fuck her for the rest of our lives but that felt too soon. It didn’t make it any less true, though.