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“Hermosa, are you a voyeur?” I asked, feeling better by the second.

“I… I think so.” She sucked on her lip. “The kink questionnaire put the idea in my head and the more I think about you with her, the more I want to see it. I have been thinking about it for a few days”

She slowly looked up at me. Her expression was guarded like she was waiting for me to be disgusted by her.

“Oh, Hermosa,” I said, tucking a curl behind her ear. “You don’t have to be ashamed of what you like.”

“It’s just with her though, because thinking of you with other women disgusts me, but not with her.” She took a sharp breath. “I find it erotic. Genevieve is erotic.”

My heart pounded for a different reason now as my cock grew a little hard.

“If you don’t feel comfort?—”

“Let’s play it by ear and if at any time either of us feels uncomfortable, we say red.” I pecked her lips. “Ok?”

“Ok, I like that,” she said, pulling me down for a kiss.

It wasn’t sweet or tender. It was full of carnal energy, and if I didn’t believe that she wanted this, the kiss showed me she was.

“Camila, if you keep kissing me like that, we will never make it upstairs,” I said in between kisses.

“Ok,” she said, kissing me, then biting my lower lip.

I pulled away quickly, grabbing her hand, leading us to the elevator. We walked in quickly and I pulled her into me, kissing her the entire way up. When we exited, we were both a little breathless. Camila’s lips were swollen, her lipstick was smeared and god, she looked gorgeous. We fixed ourselves before walking into the condo. It was quiet and when we walked into the living room, Genevieve was looking out the window with a glass of wine in her hand.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” she said, turning to look at us.

She looked lethal and powerful in a leather tight skirt with her corset tucked in. Her hair was in a high ponytail making her features sharper. She was sex in human form and my mouth dried when I realized what might happen tonight.

“Uh… we got a little carried away downstairs,” Camila said, squeezing my hand.

Genevieve looked us over before a smirk graced her lips.

“It looks like you got started earlier,” she said walking to us. “Would you like something to drink? I don’t usually allow drinking, but I think one drink should be fine.”

I didn’t want alcohol to numb or impair my senses. I wanted to feel everything she was willing to give me.

“No, thank you,” I said, looking over at Camila.

“I would like one,” Camila said in a small voice.

“That’s not how a Dom would ask for a drink,” Genevieve tsked.

“I want a glass of wine,” she said with a little more confidence.

“Much better,” she praised Camila. “Red or white?”

“White,” Camila said immediately.

“Of course. Go get comfortable on the sofa and we can talk before we get started,” she said, passing by us looking at us appreciatively.

We watched her walk to the bar, both of us enraptured by her. She looked over at us and we moved like we had been caught doing something bad. I chuckled when we sat on the sofa, wondering what this woman was doing to us.

“Here you go,” Genevieve said, giving a glass to Camila.

“Thank you,” she said, before taking a sip of wine.

“So, what did you decide on?” Genevieve sat on the ottoman in front of us, putting us close together.

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