Page 65 of Theirs

“It’s too cold, I can drive us,” Luke said, grabbing my work bag.

“Perfect, let's go,” I said, grabbing Genevieve's hand, leading us to the underground garage.

We found his car easily since he was by the elevator and the garage was empty. I pulled Genevieve into the back with me, kissing her roughly. Our teeth knocked each other softly before we found our rhythm. The car started to move, but we weren’t going fast enough, and I wanted a taste of Genevieve.

“You’re such a brat, Camila,” she growled, biting my lip.

“You like it.” I kissed her cheek, slowly making my way down to her neck when we entered our garage.

I sucked hard on her neck before she pushed me away.

“No hickeys, Little Minx,” she snapped, her eyes flared with annoyance. “I have no problem spanking your ass raw.”

“Oh please, let me watch,” Luke said, parking in our spot.

We all exited the car immediately going for the elevator and when we got inside, Luke pushed Genevieve against the wall, kissing me first and then Genevieve. A part of me worried someone would come in, but at this point I didn’t care. We made it to our floor alone, rushing to the door.

When we entered the condo, Luke slammed the door shut as we all looked at each other. The tension was thick, ready to burst, and I was so ready for this.

“Naked, kneel at the door of your room, now!” Genevieve clipped.

Luke and I moved quickly, he grabbed my hand as we almost ran to our bedroom, taking off our coats, scarves and beanies. When we entered the bedroom, Luke pulled me towards him, kissing me fiercely. He backed up to the wall, kissing me senseless, making me moan.

“Fuck, I need you,” he whined against my lips.

“You better get on your knees, pretty boy before she comes in and tans our asses,” I said, taking my shirt off.

We got undressed quickly, kneeling moments before she came into the room. Letting go of the breath I was holding I watched her feet come up to us.

“Do you have any restraints or ties?” she asked, tilting my chin up.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, admiring her from this view. “Top drawer in the middle of the closet. It's the only drawer that has a frosted panel in the front.”

“Good girl.” She released my chin, walking away. “Keep that head down, Camila.”

I smirked that she knew I hadn’t looked back down. Quickly glancing at Luke, he was smiling, being the good boy he was and keeping his eyes down.

Genevieve took her sweet time. The wood floor was digging into my knees and the bite of pain made me want to say fuck it and sit down another way. I guessed she found the lingerie I had placed there. It was for her after all, as well as all the BDSM toys I had purchased over the last few weeks. The sound of heels coming close to us had me sitting up straighter, dying to see what she looked like.

“Did you plan this entire day, Little Minx?” she asked.

“I had hoped for the best,” I said, seeing her in the tallest heels I owned. They looked a little big for her, but I knew they completed the look of the lingerie.

Smack!

A sting erupted from my thigh. I gritted my teeth to keep from making a sound because I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

“I think you forgot a word,” she said, smacking me on my other leg.

“Mistress,” I said, breathing through the sting.

“Did you know about this kink drawer, Luke?’

“Yes, Mistress,” he said. “She has been collecting things after each session we had with you.”

“Good girl,” she said, making me fucking preen.

“Luke, kneel at the end of the bed on the floor,” Genevieve clipped.

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