“Kenny,” Lara said. “We can’t. This is my mother’s house.”
“So? You think I haven’t thought of that?” Kennedy chuckled, her hand going up Lara’s abdomen and brushing against her breasts. Damn you both for responding to her so readily. “I already knew I was going to ask you to be… shall we say… silent?”
Shivers went down Lara’s spine. Ah, her spouse posed a challenge. The type of challenge she would normally jump for joy to take on. “Be as quiet as a mouse, Bunny. I only want to hear whimpers and little moans come from those pouty lips. That’s your goal… fulfill that, and I will give you the orgasm of your life.”
Usually, Lara Anderssen enjoyed the possibility of being caught mid-lovemaking with her wife. Locked up in her parents’ house with a bunch of relatives around was one of the few times she didn’t want that.
“You ask a lot of me right now, baby.”
“I thought you might like it, actually. You’ve been so down recently, between holiday stress, work, and your illness. I’ll do all the work.” Kennedy flicked the tiny chain hanging from the new collar. “I know you like asserting yourself most of the time,but I think it’s good for you to relax once in a while and let your partner take care of you…”
“Take care of me?” Lara had to laugh at that. “The way you’re talking right now, I know you’re not thinking of anything slow or easy. You want to fuck my damned brains out.”
“Bunny, you know me too well.” Kennedy sucked the bottom of her earlobe, fingers circling one of Lara’s nipples through her sweater. Damn it for feeling good. Even if she weren’t paranoid about her marriage, would she be in the mood for this? Probably. Damn it! “Is it so bad for someone to want to completely dominate her beautiful wife? I guess I’ve missed you so much that all I can think about is taking you to the point you want to scream… but can’t.”
“You’ve thought about this.”
“Yes.”
A lot of people had the wrong impression about their dynamic. Those looking at them from the outside assumed that Lara was the dominant one in the relationship, even when she was being dominated by her partner. As if she were some total power bottom getting her way. In truth, Lara truly loved being dominated, especially by Kennedy. It was a facet of their relationship, but a powerful one. Sometimes, all Lara could think about was her partner putting her “in her place,” providing domestic discipline, and spanking her until she was pink and raw.
She wasn’t sure that tonight was one of those nights.
“I love you, Bunny.”
She said it so sweetly that Lara nearly melted. Be careful, Lara. Your heart.
It was that blasted heart that sent her straight to Kennedy’s arms. It was that neglected body that succumbed to whatever she wanted. No, it was her mind that was the most vulnerable. Her mind knew what a bad idea it was, but it held no powerin this situation. She was Kennedy’s, body, heart, and soul. She would never possess her mind, and normally that was okay. Lara could reconcile that. Yet tonight, as her spouse stuffed her mouth with a pair of underwear and handcuffed her to the headboard, Lara cursed her ability to separate her mind from the rest of her. Everything else inside her could go along with Kennedy’s plans for her. She could feel love. Aroused. Fulfilled. So why couldn’t she let her subconscious in on all the fun?
Because deep down,I know. She probably wasn’t the only woman Kennedy tied up, gagged, and fucked until she was begging for orgasm. There may be other women she claimed to love as much. Maybe she told them she was planning on divorcing her and marrying them. Were those girls dumb enough to believe it? How dare they! They would never be as good as Lara Losers, the original Mrs. Anderssen.
I really am a loser, though. That thought cut short her climax, but not her spouse’s. Her hot breath slammed against Lara’s chest as she threw herself into the moment.
Usually, Lara found that point the hottest. Her spouse, a usually composed woman, was unable to control herself to the point her biological impulse took over and attempted to… well, did it really have to be said? She owns me. She would even say it, sometimes, spilling those words directly into Lara’s ear while in the throes of passion.
The reason that sort of thing turned her on was because, until now, Lara believed that she was the only woman her partner “owned.” No matter who else they played with, how many women they took on, Lara would always be Kennedy’s one and only. She didn’t hesitate to believe that, if her wife had to choose one woman for the rest of her life, it would be her. Wasn’t that what Kennedy declared when she married her ten years ago?
“Merry Christmas,” Kennedy said, long after she untied Lara and removed her brand-new collar from her throat. She kissedher cheek and wrapped an arm around her as the lights went down and she fell into an undisturbed sleep.
Lara had to get up and head to the bathroom. She watched Kennedy roll over and continue sleeping, her feet taking her to the sink in the adjacent room.
She stood in front of the mirror, her naked body more pathetic than usual. She saw every crease, every wrinkle of age. The lines she worked so hard to keep at bay. What she once thought was vanity, she now believed was fear.
Fear that she would get too old. That she would go from being Kennedy’s wife to her stand-in mother. The more she looked at herself in the mirror, the more she realized her body was closer to forty than she ever anticipated.
Lara whipped her arm across the counter and knocked her partner’s toothbrush and moisturizer to the floor.
I need help. Her fingers gripped the edge of the sink, blond hair cascading against porcelain. I’m gonna lose it at this point.
She had two options: keep staying the course, wondering if her partner was cheating on her, or tackle the issue head-on.
She may regret it. She may make a total fool of herself if her instincts were wrong. But Lara Anderssen could not continue to live with the constant worry and misery that her spouse was anything less than the wonderful soul Lara always thought she was.
Ten years of marriage depended on it.
Chapter 9
“Stay Away from My Wife”