Theirs (Possession #2)

Epilogue

GENEVIEVE

6 months later

T he Atelier was very busy for their first Admirers night. Vincent and I thought it would be great to bring in a few cam boys and girls for the night. There would be a few live performances along with a few opportunities for one-on-one sessions or even group activities.

Vincent opened it to his platinum members. We were hoping it would be a great success and open future possibilities. Some of the cam workers wore masks and to help put everyone at ease, we made it optional for the guests to also wear masks.

I loved the sensuality of seeing people hide their identity and letting their inhibitions disappear even if it was only for a night. The evening was just beginning, but I could feel the sexual energy in the air as I scanned the room. It wasn’t hard to find Camila and Luke in the crowd, not because of Luke’s size, but as the months had gone by, I had noticed they had fans.

It was hard not to be enthralled by them, especially as they had learned to be comfortable in their roles. Camila was a perfect switch, bratty when she needed to be, but oh so delicious when she demanded your obedience. Luke was our perfect submissive who was happy to be on his knees for either of us, but every now and then he was really good at holding you down and fucking you until your legs were shaking.

Arousal pooled in my lower abdomen as I recalled him taking me on the couch with my hands held above my head as he fucked me hard and efficiently hitting that perfect spot inside of me. I sighed and watched them speak to a submissive couple, ready to go to our room and possibly leave the blinds open.

“You are absolutely smitten.” Hunter slid next to me with a mask on.

I shrugged. “I love them, what can I say?”

“God, are you going to be one of those people?” he groaned. “I think I liked you better when you were a grouchy Domme.”

I laughed. “Just because you're grouchy doesn’t mean I have to be too.”

I smacked his arm and he winced.

“Oh, come on, I didn’t hit you that hard,” I said.

“Nah, training camp started a week ago and I’m still sore as hell,” he groaned.

“I can’t believe you are playing for Denver now,” I said, happy that he had moved back.

“I can’t either, I never thought I would ever play for a team owned by Vincent,” he said, looking around. “I hate that I have to wear this mask, but he wouldn’t let me in if I didn’t hide my identity.”

“Well, now that you play for Denver, I’m sure someone will recognize you,” I said, clapping his shoulder as he winced, but followed one of the cam girls as she passed by us.

She gave him a flirty smile and he was hooked.

“Fuck, I think I found my dessert for the night,” he said, as he kept watching her. “See you later, Genny.”

“Bye, Hunty Cunty,” I yelled.

He turned to glare at me before disappearing in the crowd.

A loud commotion behind me had me turning around just in time to see an angry Coop walking up to me.

“You stupid, fucking, whore,” he snarled, almost running towards me.

My first instinct was to step back but I stood my ground. If he fucked with me here, I could guarantee he would regret it.

“First my membership, and then my businesses!” he yelled, standing right in front of me. “You will regret it if it is the last thing I do.”

He pushed me back, but I was ready for it. Before I could do anything, Luke grabbed hold of him and Camila punched him square in the face.

“Next time you think about coming here again, I’ll make sure you don’t walk out,” Luke growled.

“I’ll make sure they don’t find a fucking body,” Camila added with a snarl as two security men came up to us.

Coop looked genuinely scared looking between Camila and Luke. Security took him away easily since he wasn’t fighting it. I smirked at his complete attitude change, but nothing was better than the look he had when Vincent followed them out. I hoped Vincent put the fear of god in him.

“Are you ok, Amor?” Luke asked, looking over me.

“I’m fine,” I said with a goofy smile because when he called me love it made my heart swell. “Are you ok, Little Minx?”

I reached for her hand, but she pulled it away from me. “I’m fine, but I’m tired of waiting.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me away. I chuckled when I saw she was headed to our room. We passed the security guard who let us in with a smirk. Camila unlocked our door and let us in before pushing me against the wall and kissing me hard. I melted against her, loving when she took over and listened to her instincts.

“On the bed, Mistress, ass up,” Camila ordered.

The fire in her eyes told me to be a brat, but I also wanted to see where she was taking this.

“Yes, Little Minx,” I said, as I walked to the bed, noticing the window was open.

“Tie her up,” Camila clipped.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, following me to the bed.

I looked over my shoulder, climbing on the bed sensually. He gave me a wicked grin before spanking me. I moaned obscenely, pushing my ass out for him.

“It’s not going to work, Mistress,” he chuckled. “As much as I want to indulge you. I want to see where Camila takes it.”

I shivered from anticipation as he put a cuff on each ankle. He spanked me softly with a spreader bar in his hand and I pushed my ass out more. He spanked me again before attaching each ankle to the bar.

He clicked it out once spreading my legs out further and then he flipped me over using the bar, and looked oh so proud of himself. Camila stood beside Luke, kissing his arm.

“Tear off her underwear,” she commanded as Luke followed her orders.

She came over to me with a black blindfold in her hand.

“Just to enhance your experience, Mistress,” she said, slipping it over my head.

I looked forward and pushed my ass out again when one of them spanked my ass. someone licked my pussy then slid their tongue in it, fucking me. Something cold slid up the crack of my ass making me shudder and I wondered if it was the glass dildo we had bought a few weeks ago.

A drop of cool liquid ran down my ass as the cool object swirled around my puckered hole. They slowly circled my hole while someone sucked and lapped at my clit. My body went from warm to hot in moments and I was breathing hard as they pushed the object into my ass. I then realized it was a butt plug, moaning when it was fully in me.

One of them spanked me, making me moan shamelessly. Another spank on the other cheek and then a sting on my thigh had me moaning even louder.

“Look at you, Mistress,” Camila said as another sting bloomed on my ass. “All tied up with a plug in your ass and moaning like a whore.”

Another sting that hurt a little more.

“Tell us who you belong to?” she snapped.

“No one,” I groaned, being a brat.

“No one?” she laughed.

“Oh, Mistress, do you really believe that, because if you do, it’s going to be a long night,” she taunted.

The plug in my ass vibrated making me shout out.

“Who do you belong to?” she snapped.

“No… No one,” I said through clenched teeth.

The plug was on a high setting and someone lightly rubbed my clit.

The bed dipped in front of me, feeling someone in front of me.

“I can do this all night, Mistress,” Camila said right in front of me. “Can you?”

I wanted to give, but where was the fun in that.

“I can,” I whimpered.

“Ok, let's get started,” she said, and the plug stopped vibrating.

There was movement right in front me as the bed dipped more. The sound of kissing caught my attention. A loud moan came from Camila as the bed shook. They were having sex in front of me. I reached for my blindfold as the plug turned back on.

“Don’t take it off,” Camila snapped.

Luke moaned again when the sound of skin slapping echoed in the room. I whimpered from the intensity of the plug, from wanting to watch and touch myself to completion.

“Fuck, Luke,” Camila moaned.

I wanted to see what they looked like together, how Luke’s face morphed into pleasure and Camila’s face lightened when she was nearing her orgasm. The vibrations turned off and I sagged, breathing heavily, still listening to them having sex.

“Who do you belong to,” Camila tried snapping, but she just moaned. “Just tell us Mistress and I’ll reward you, my good girl.”

The vibration turned on.

“Mommy,” I whimpered.

“Is that who you belong to?” The bed stopped moving.

“Argh!” I shouted when a hand slapped my ass and I was pretty sure that was Luke.

“I don’t think she is ready?—”

“I belong to both of you, always,” I said, quickly needing to come, except the plug stopped.

The bed moved as someone came closer, so close our lips were touching.

“Atta girl,” she whispered on my lips.

The next thing I knew, Luke pulled me up until lips kissed my inner thigh.

“Look at you, so fucking wet for us,” Camila said against my pussy before licking my clit. “I think I might need to get a piercing too.”

She sucked on me as Luke notched himself at my entrance.

“So, fucking wet,” Luke growled sliding into me with ease, taking off my blindfold.

The room was bright, but I needed to see Camila under me as Luke fucked me slow and hard. I palmed Camila’s breast, tweaking her nipple when she sucked on my clit again as the plug started vibrating again.

Luke and I moaned loudly while Camila chuckled against me. I rolled my hips against her mouth, but two could play that game. I lowered myself over her pussy, licking her clit.

“Oh!” Camila moaned and I slipped my fingers in her. “Fuck!”

A pink g-spot wand was just to the side of us. I grabbed it, turning it on and slipped it inside Camila as my pleasure was making it hard to concentrate. I shook with my impending orgasm, but I wanted Camila to come too.

I sucked on her clit hard, slapping the inside of her thigh when she sucked on my clit hard. Luke held me hard around my hips, slamming into my g-spot over and over again. I pulled the wand in and out angling it up until her body jerked and I knew I had found her spot.

Camila whimpered, her body shook and I knew she was about to orgasm. I stopped fucking her with the wand and kept it right on her g-spot. Her legs shook and she cried out. Camila latched onto my clit sucking in small pulses. My orgasm came barreling through me, tightening my body as wave after wave traveled through me. Luke shouted after two more pumps and the sound of our breathing was all that was heard.

“Fuck,” Luke moaned as he pulled out of me.

He made quick work of my restraints, helping me turn onto my back before helping Camila and I lay in the middle of the bed. I sighed when she laid her head on my shoulder.

“Who do you belong to?” Camila whispered.

“She knows who she belongs to,” Luke said, coming up on my other side.

“I’ll always be yours,” I said softly. “No matter what, you’ll always be my home.”

“Always,” they said as they kissed my shoulder, my cheeks and anything they could get to.

I sighed, and closed my eyes, content to enjoy my gentle giant Sub and my sassy Switch. I wouldn’t change this for anything in the world.