Theirs (Possession #2)

26. Luke

26

Luke

S ex at the club had been an out of body experience. It wasn’t just Camila and I anymore, Genevieve had somehow changed our dynamic and while I was nervous about it, I wanted it. I wanted her, I wanted all of us together.

Since Tuesday, we hadn’t spent a day apart. It was a shift I felt starting at the club. Camila had always been my everything, she had always been it for me. I knew it when she told me to fuck off the first time I flirted with her and the second time when I “ran” into her in the library. She told me she was seeing someone and there was no chance for me. Then I saw her at a party with tears in her eyes, the girl she was dating had cheated and I turned into the shoulder to cry on. No matter how much I wanted to pursue her, I became her friend.

We had study dates, dinners, she came to my games all while I slowly fell in love with her. It wasn’t until she needed to make a piece of male clothing for one of her design classes that things changed. The way she looked at me changed, she touched me more often and one day she kissed me.

I didn’t think she would pursue me after that, but just like that, something inside her had clicked and after that we were inseparable. What Genevieve, Camila and I had felt like that.

I liked Genevieve, her dominance, her sassy personality and her occasional confusion on what to do in this relationship because she had never done anything like this. I saw it when she pulled back just watching us or she grew quiet the morning after. The dinners, sleepovers and the morning-afters were something I was going to make sure she got used to. It had always been contracts; a guideline of how she wanted the relationship to run. No matter how much Genevieve planned her dynamic with her subs, no one could ever plan when they would fall in love or start to really care for someone and I know that bothered her sometimes.

Yes, I might be getting ahead of myself in calling this love. It was exactly how I felt about Camila, the excitement, the unknowns and the hope for a future together. It wasn’t just me who was falling for her. I knew that look in Camila’s eyes, and how she looked, unsure sometimes, it was the look she used to give me. It excited me, I just hoped Genevieve went with the flow and didn’t decide we needed a contract.

It was Saturday morning as I finished up a quick breakfast. The girls wanted to run a few errands and visit this specific sex shop. I was always up for anything as long as it was with them.

“Oh my god, Easton,” Genevieve snapped, walking down the hallway. “I’ve been calling and I thought you were ignoring me.”

I bristled that she had been calling Easton. I knew they were friends but that didn’t help my jealousy. He was extremely good looking and they had history. She’s mine.

“Are you ok? Is Noemi ok?” she quickly asked.

Camila walked behind her with a frown.

“What the fuck, Easton.” Genevieve sat down at the bar looking distraught. “Please tell me Vincent put them in their place. Fuck, if he doesn’t do it I will buy their pharmaceutical company an?—”

Camila came over to me and grabbed the mug I had for her. She leaned against the counter as she looked at her.

“Good, I hope they leave you alone,” Genevieve growled, looking up at us. “If he does buy them I’ll start buying stock.”

She continued talking to Easton as I plated breakfast wondering exactly what she did for work. I always assumed it was the classes and doing things at The Atelier but she said she would buy out a pharmaceutical company, or was that just a figure of speech?

I sat down a mug of coffee and breakfast in front of her as she continued her conversation with Easton. Camila took her breakfast and sat next to her as I sat on the other side of her. Just as I sat down, she ended the call. Her silence was odd and made me worry.

“Everything ok?” Camila asked.

“No, Easton was assaulted outside of a bar along with Noemi,” she said, setting her phone down. “They beat him so badly he has broken ribs, a concussion, and his shoulder was dislocated. Noemi tried to help him and they assaulted her too. They broke her hand.”

“Holy shit,” I said, pulling her towards me. “Did they find the man?”

“No, it was two of them,” she said. “Easton says they think it was an attack on him paid for by his parents. They disowned him when he was nineteen because they are homophobic people but apparently his father is running for office and they are suspicious they did it to garner sympathy.”

“Excuse me?” Camila looked furious.

“His parents are awful people and even more awful that they let this happen to their child,” she said, shuddering. “Why are parents such assholes?”

Camila and I locked eyes.

“Our parents hate what they don’t understand,” I said, kissing her head. “Most are too stubborn to put in the work, and they think they are the injured party here.”

“They are so selfish,” she said, pulling away.

“Should we go check on them?” Camila asked. “We can take food or maybe even have it delivered?

“He said they were fine, but I am going to send food,” Genevieve said getting on her phone. “Once I’m done with this, can we still go out?”

“Of course,” I said as Camila said, “Absolutely.”

“Good, I need to be distracted before I contemplate selling all my assets to buy a drug company,” she growled.

Camila and I looked at each other and I knew she was wondering the same thing as me. How much was Genevieve worth and what else did we not know about her.

After breakfast we picked up fabric from a story for Camila and the girls looked at fabric for dresses and other things for god knows what else. We grabbed a coffee and a snack as we were heading to the sex store/tailor. It was called Poke Me.

Camila and I chuckled as we headed into the store. This wasn’t the first time we had been in a sex store, but we had never seen a store like this. It looked like we had stepped into a posh New York boutique.

“Madame!”

A tall man walked through a door that had crystals hanging.

“Lou!” She walked up to him, and they gave each other a big hug that felt like it went on too long.

Camila huffed before I pulled her towards me as I hugged her. “Down, killer,” I whispered.

She glared at me. “I’m fine.”

“Uh huh, sure,” I said, kissing her head.

“And who do we have here?” The over hugger asked. “New Subs?”

“This is Camila and Luke.” She introduced us as we all shook hands.

I was slightly disappointed she didn’t say we were more, but what were we? Did we have to be anything? Were we ready to announce a third in our relationship? Did Camila want that?”

“Camila here is a designer and you should see her work, Lou,” Genevieve said as Camila turned pink. “Lou is a tailor but he makes most of my outfits and all of my tailoring if I buy elsewhere.”

“That's amazing,” Camila said, looking sheepish.

“Oh, don’t be stingy, show me darling,” he said looking excited. “Anyone thirsty? I can pop open a bottle of champagne.”

“Oh yes!” Genevieve grabbed Camila’s hand. “We are going to peruse the store.”

“Please do! I got some new spreader bars and a few new vibrators!” he shouted walking away from us.

“Come on, let's check out the spreader bar,” Genevieve said, pulling Camila who then pulled me.

I had no idea what the hell was a spreader bar, but for some reason it sounded like fun. Genevieve showed it to us and explained what it was used for, so I grabbed it immediately.

“I love that you are willing to try anything,” she said, standing on her tippy toes so I could kiss her.

“Come on, we need a harness for you and maybe a new vibrator,” Genevieve said, winking at Camila, who chuckled.

We spent the next twenty minutes comparing dildos and harnesses when Lou found us. He grabbed the items from my hand giving us all a glass. We clinked our glasses together, I’m not usually a fan of Champagne but this was good.

Lou showed us the rest of his new items and a set of rhinestone nipple clamps caught my eyes. There was a red and a pink set. Lou caught my eye and put them aside. I hated to admit it, but I was starting to like Lou. We ended up on the clothing side and I was ready to buy every piece of clothing that the girls wanted. I was half hard as we looked and they put items on their bodies.

Camila and Lou talked about different textures and fabrics as Genevieve tried on a latex outfit. I sat in the corner of the room nursing a glass of champagne that had somehow ended up in my hand. Lou was a smart man, getting you drunk before you had to pay.

Genevieve came out in this black shiny dress with slits up her thighs all the way up to her hips. I know she had no underwear on or if she did her thong was pulled up really high. My mouth dried as she came toward me trying to fix something.

“You're going to catch a fly in that open mouth,” she said, not looking up at me.

I scowled as she looked up at me. “I can’t help it if you make my brain freeze when I see you.”

She turned pink and I loved it. She walked closer and I grabbed her, making her straddle my lap. I caressed her hot pussy with my knuckles, disappointed that she had a thong.

“I was hoping you would be bare for me, Mistress,” I purred. “I could have made you feel good.”

“Oh, don’t tell me a little fabric is going to stop you,” she smirked.

I slid my finger under her underwear, she was slick with arousal and I rubbed my knuckle over her clit a few times, making her breath hitch. Removing my hand slowly, I brought my hand up to my mouth licking her arousal away. The air was thick with tension and I was two seconds away from taking her to the dressing room and getting on my knees for her.

“Genny?”

Genevieve's head snapped to the side.

“Cheryl!”

Her voice was pitchy as she got off my lap like we were teenagers caught making out.

“What are you doing here?” Genevieve hugged the woman.

“I needed a new vibrator and decided I should bring my dress to get altered.” The woman looked over at me suspiciously as I chuckled.

“Oh,” Genevieve laughed nervously.

“Ahh, I get the sisters on the same day, I must be lucky,” Lou said walked to Cheryl and gave her a hug.

As Lou and Cheryl chatted, Genevieve headed back to the dressing room and I felt like something was wrong. Camila came up to me, looking at the changing room. I know she was wondering about her but I just shrugged. Genevieve came out of the dressing room subdued, walked past us to Lou and Cheryl. She started talking with them, almost as if we weren't even here.

My stomach sank at the blatant dismissal. Camila stiffened by me the same way I had. We shared a look as we waited for her to say something or maybe introduce us. Camila stood up as Cheryl looked at us, turning her body as if she was going to say hello but Genevieve grabbed her sister and pulled her to a display box.

I had a bad feeling and the look of confusion on Camila’s face told me she knew something was wrong too. She bit her lip, our sign to me that she wanted to leave, she felt embarrassed and so did I. We got up and I walked to the register to where we had all of our items.

“Ah, so everything?” Lou came over to us and I nodded.

He started to scan the items as I tried not to look over at Genevieve. Camila was looking at the display of glass dildos.

“Oh Lou, charge it on my account,” Genevieve said, walking up to us, still not looking at us.

“No,” I said a little too harshly. “Please charge it on my card.”

Lou looked between us, like he couldn’t decide.

“Lou, please charge it on our card, please,” Camila said sweetly.

He looked between all of us before he took my card.

“Sorry, Genevieve, two against one,” Lou chuckled and I flinched at his words.

“So, are you going to keep being an asshole or are you going to introduce us?”

I stilled at the words Cheryl had spoken.

“Oh, Cheryl, this is Camila and Luke. This is my sister,” Genevieve said, quickly glancing at me.

Genevieve’s mask was firmly in place with no sign of the women who came here with us.

“Nice to meet you,” Camila said first, and I turned around and did the same.

They looked nothing alike, but Cheryl had that same air of confidence that Genevieve possessed. I gave her a smile as she frowned ever so slightly, but continued smiling.

“What else do you have planned for the day?” Cheryl asked, but no one answered.

I assumed she was talking to Genevieve so I continued watching Lou bag the items. Dammit this was so awkward.

“We didn’t have anything planned,” Camila said, even though we did have plans.

Genevieve stayed silent, not correcting her.

“Oh great, we should all have lunch together,” Cheryl said excitedly.

“Oh no, that’s fine,” Camila said immediately. “You guys have a great lunch together.”

Genevieve didn’t even attempt to say anything, not even meeting our gaze. It only confirmed my suspicions that she didn’t want anyone to know about us. I felt like a dirty secret, like we were her dirty secret. I deluded myself thinking that we could have something more together, that maybe she was coming around.

“Nonsense,” Cheryl said, looking between us. “Genevieve has talked so much about you that I would love to get to know who my sister is hanging out with.”

Still no word from Genevieve. I guess we were just hanging out.

“I think it’s best if we go home,” I said, giving a tight smile, seeing Camilla tapping away at her phone.

“Thank you for your purchase!” Lous handed over two bags.

“Thanks Lou, it was nice to meet you and thank you for the champagne,” I said, grabbing the bags that had things I didn’t know if we would even use without Genevieve.

“I… I can drop you off,” Genevieve said, putting a toy on the table finally looking up at us.

Long gone was her playful demeanor and she looked like the Mistress we had met in the beginning. She was cold and detached.

“Our car is pulling up,” Camila said, putting her phone away. “Lou, it was lovely meeting you. You too, Cheryl.”

“Nice meeting you.” I nodded at Cheryl who gave me a sad smile.

“You too,” she said.

“Bye, Genevieve,” I said, moving past them.

“Good bye,” Camila said without looking at Genevieve.

We walked out hand in hand and as we waited outside I pulled Camila to me. My stomach soured that this might be the beginning of the end. That everything I was hoping for was about to disappear and I was an idiot for allowing us to go so far down this path.