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He winked and gave her his best smile. Genevieve smiled, but I knew it was forced.

“Can I get you anything else?” Our server came up to us.

“Just the check,” Luke said, getting his wallet out.

“I got it,” Genevieve said, handing over her card before Luke could.

“No,” Luke said. “I will pay.”

Luke deepened his voice and gave his card to our server.

“You can give her card back and run this please,” he said, and the girl did what he asked.

Genevieve scowled looking at him like he was in trouble.

“Pet, you're going to pay for that,” she growled.

Luke stared at her shrugging.

“I’ll take whatever punishment, but you will not be paying for us,” he said defiantly. “You might think you can control this aspect, and while I get on my knees for you behind closed doors, out here, you are mine to wine and dine.”

They stared at each other and the tension grew, making me squirm.

“I’ll remember this, pet,” she clipped.

“I can’t fucking wait,” he growled as his nostrils flared.

I was so aroused I almost suggested we go somewhere now. This power struggle was making me horny, and I had a feeling I would be in a constant state of arousal with them behaving like this. I almost requested to be the submissive while they had their way with me.

17

Genevieve

No matter what I did the next couple of days, the dinner with Camila and Luke kept creeping to the forefront of my mind. The only other Sub I had ever had dinner with like that was Easton.

They aren’t your Subs. I had to keep reminding myself, and each day that passed, the urge to make them my Subs didn’t go away. This was an unusual feeling. Normally I’m all for making a couple my Subs, not making, but demanding was a bit more accurate.

I don’t know what was holding me back and they continued to plague my thoughts as I worked and checked emails. I had a few classes coming up, but around the holidays it died down before picking up after New Years. Resolutions brought new couples in, and I loved seeing new people trying something different.

The sound of the elevator piqued my interest wondering who the hell was here without calling. There's only two people it could be, Cheryl or Easton, and I was really hoping it was the latter.

“Food delivery!” he yelled.

I smiled, pushing myself away from my desk to meet him in the living room.

“Hello,” I said, seeing him already pulling out food from a bag.

Just by the smell I knew it was from our favorite Italian place.

“Hello, Mistress,” he said, looking up at me. “Since we've had a hard time getting dinner together, a little birdy told me you were working here today.”

“The two possible birds have such big mouths,” I said, sitting next to him.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek before getting up, walking to the bar.

“Water? Cocktail? Beer?” He grabbed some liquor off the wall, pouring himself two fingers of it in a glass.

“I’ll have what you're having,” I said, thinking I needed to take the edge off of this feeling.

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