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“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, Mommy.”

I groaned as I sucked on her clit a little too hard. Why was being called mommy so hot? Her breathing came a little quicker, her hips started to roll more quickly.

“I want to come together,” she panted.

At first I didn't understand, until I remembered the toe-curling orgasm she had given me with the wand. I teased her more, wanting her to come to the brink of an orgasm before I finished us.

“Oh God!” she shouted.

I smirked from against her clit. “Mistress, your god isn’t between your legs, I am.”

I kissed her clit, grabbed the wand and turned it on while I straddled her leg. I turned it on, placing it in between us instantly moaning together.

“Now scream my name as I make you come,” I said, leaning over, keeping the wand right on our clits.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as we rolled our hips against the wand. “Oh, Mommy!”

Her words pushed me over the edge. We moaned and shook together riding our pleasure until we were too sensitive. I put the wand aside, shaking the last of my orgasm away. I unclasped her wrists, feeling bad when I saw her wrists were red.

“Damn, Little Minx,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. “You can fuck me any day.”

I smiled against her chest, immediately wanting to tell her I wanted to fuck her for the rest of our lives but that felt too soon. It didn’t make it any less true, though.

24

Genevieve

After spending two days with Camila and two more after Luke found us in bed together, I was at their house for four days. We worked together, made dinner, watched movies, fucked and slept together. It was oddly satisfying to be domestic with Luke and Camila. It made me wonder why I was so adamant about not being involved with anyone.

The holidays came too quickly and with that Luke and Camila traveled to their families in Texas. They offered for me to come with them, but I was afraid of what that would mean. I was afraid of slipping and what if I kissed one of them?

We Facetimed on Christmas morning and a gift was left at my door for me to open while we talked, a beautiful red latex dress along with red bottom shoes. I snuck in an envelope in their luggage for a full spa day, little did they know I had a whole day planned for us in New York.

I spent Christmas with Cheryl who teased me the whole day because she said I was pouting. It didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would, but she had a point, I was pouting. She also pestered me about the contract I never had them sign and what that meant. I didn't have answers for her because I didn’tknow why I didn’t have them sign the contract that I already had drafted up.

If I thought about it too long, I would go down the rabbit hole of emotions that I wasn’t quite ready to dive into and now that it was finally New Year’s Eve, I was more than ready to see them.

Their flight was of course delayed which ended up ruining what I had hoped to be a chill afternoon, and a nice dinner out with a VIP table at Chandelier, courtesy of Vincent since his business partner owned it.

It was five PM and they still weren’t here. I didn’t know if I should change my plans since they were getting here four hours late already. We could just order dinner and spend it here. They were probably exhausted from traveling and being at the airport most of the day. The elevator rang as I grabbed my phone and just having them here made me feel immediately better.

I didn’t run to the living room, you know just power walked. The moment we saw each other, they rushed to me as much as I did to them. Luke pulled me closer to them, Camilla threaded her hands in my hair pulling me in for a kiss that made my heart stutter.

Dammit I missed them.

Luke kissed me next; he pushed every emotion into his kiss. I love that Luke wore his emotions on his sleeve and dammit it felt so good to have these two people feel like I did.

“You should have come with us,” Camila said, kissing my cheek. “Sorry. I gotta use the bathroom.”

She left me with Luke who pulled me to the sofa asking me about my Christmas, and I told him it was just Cheryl and me.

“I love that you have your sister here or else I would have kidnapped you to Texas with us,” he said, pulling me closer. “You would have loved the weather, it was high fifties and we even had a day where it was low sixties.”

“I probably would have enjoyed that better than the snow storm that's about to roll through here soon,” I said, wondering if it was just better to stay home.

Camila came out wearing nothing, standing by the hallway.

“Are we going out or what?” she grinned. “I need help with my back.”

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