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She smiled and I chuckled.

“Are you guys ok with what's happening now?” I asked, deciding it was best to know. “This isn’t setting you back?”

“Oh, god no,” she said, immediately squeezing my hand. “Luke and I are in a way better place than I think we have ever been. We’ve put too much pressure on ourselves. We have been enjoying what's been happening and we've talked about the other night extensively.”

The tension in my chest released.

“Good, I don’t want to come between you two,” I said, grabbing my thermos and taking a sip.

“I can think of plenty of ways you can come between us,” she said suggestively, which made me almost spit out my drink.

“Camila,” I scolded her.

She shrugged with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Any doubts I had about coming between them disappeared instantaneously. She gave me a glimpse into their marriage and even though they had suffered, I definitely saw how it had made them stronger. Jealousy hit me at how good they were for each other and how they had each other to navigate through life.

I had gone through life running away from any type of commitment only to find a couple I would commit to in a heartbeat, but I really wasn’t relationship material. I was the woman you called when you needed to spice things up in the bedroom and I was proud of that, except this time, it just didn’t feel the same.

I didn’t want to be Madame or Mistress, I wanted to be someone who mattered all the time. I wanted someone to look at me how Luke and Camila looked at each other. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be looked at like I was their whole world, not just someone for the night.

15

Luke

Halloween wasn’t a holiday we usually celebrated. When Genevieve asked us if we wanted to come to a party at the Atelier, Camila and I said yes faster than we’d like to admit.

After watching them kiss at our last session, I had expected to feel jealousy except all I wanted was to see them do it over and over again. We hadn’t discussed about anything happening between them, but when it did, I really fucking liked it. I had been eager to see what else could happen. It was one of the most eye-opening experiences I had had so far and I was so ready to see what else they could do to me. Being submissive had made me feel at home, comfortable, like I had found a piece of myself.

Camila made herself another leather outfit with leather ears, her makeup was dramatic with winged liner and red lips. She wore a collar that Genevieve sent over and I had the same one. It felt oddly like she was claiming us, and I was more than ok with that.

Camila made me a leather vest and tried to convince me to wear assless chaps and go as a leather daddy, but I had to draw the line somewhere. She laughed and said I was goingas a puppy, and Genevieve could be our owner. Again, I was completely fine with her ownership, in fact, it gave me a sense of pride being hers, I just had to make sure Camila was on the same page as I.

“These collars feel like ownership,” I said, adjusting it before we left.

“That's what I thought too,” she said, fixing hers too.

“Are we ok with that?” I turned to look at her, appreciating how stunning she looked.

She took a deep breath, and I felt uneasy wondering if we were on the same page.

“Yes, I’m ok with that,” she said walking to me. “After speaking to her last week, I really like her as a woman and as a Mistress.”

“Ok,” I said, cupping her face. “I want you to be ok with it and if?—”

“I know, Cariño,” she said, leaning into my touch. “I am ok, and if there is something I don’t like or I’m not comfortable with, we will talk about it.”

“Ok, it only works if we are honest,” I said, reiterating what Genevieve had told us from the beginning.

“Always. We've worked too hard on ourselves for us not to be honest,” she said, kissing my palm. “Genevieve was worried about how we were and respectfully told me that she didn’t want to come in between us. It made me like her even more and some crazy part of me liked that she was putting our marriage first.”

“I like that too,” I said, kissing her softly. “You are my priority, and I know we are having fun, but you will always come first.”

“I know,” she said, pulling me down for a harder kiss.

It was hard not to push things further than a kiss. It seemed going through this kink journey was giving us better communication skills and our sex life had never been better.

We finished getting ready and headed to the club. It wasn’t what I had expected with cheesy “spooky” decor and music. People were dressed up and there were some decorations here and there, but like always, the club had a sensual feel to it.

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