“How did I get so lucky having a woman like you for my wife? It’s ridiculous how perfect you are for me. Not only are you absolutely stunning, but you share all of my appetites. You’re strong, you’re resilient, you don’t take any shit when it’s flung at you. Watching you scare others into submission, literally and figuratively, is the hottest thing alive. Whether I’m letting you on top of me or slamming my own toys into you from behind, all I can think about is how much I love you and want to do this forever.”
She believed her. That belief not only made her quiver from head to toe, but it made her lift her lips from Caden and say, “Do you wanna take me right now, Kennedy? While I devour whatever the hell this is?” Oh, she knew that dismissively referring to Caden’s – probably expensive, based on the quality – prosthetic only got them hotter.At the end of the day, a lot of these subs are the same, regardless of how they identify in and out of the bedroom.
“Do I? Yes. Fuck, yes. I want to be in your pussy while you slobber like a thirsty slut on our new friend’s body. I want to see that pretty black outfit and blond hair in the most exquisite three-way in the world. We’d live like queens.”
Lara laughed. Caden wasn’t laughing. They were leaning back, dying from the attention their Mistress provided.
“Except I won’t right now. Because I want you in a very specific way before I take you. I want to see that stranger you barely know fuck you wide open. I want to see the sweet agony on your face as you struggle to take that ridiculous thing.”
Why am I so wet?Normally, this kind of banter didn’t get her this wet. Not as much as performing for her wife did. Yet there was something in Kennedy’s voice, in her words and mannerisms – or lack thereof – that made her so damn hot that Lara could barely control herself. She wanted to slip one, two fingers into her body, fucking herself until she came, moaning uncontrollably. Not very practical, however. Especially when Lara had other things to accomplish that night.
That still didn’t explain why she felt the way she did.
Because she’s dominating me.That realization settled in like a plague in her mind. She may be controlling Caden, but Kennedy was controlling her. This washerscenario.Herfantasy.
This all played into the mind games she orchestrated.
She wanted to see her wife, Lara, be debased, and God knew what else, with this total stranger with a huge toy she couldn’t take on most nights, let alone tonight.
She wanted to hear her cry out in pleasure, in pain. She wanted to watch her go to another plane of existence, with or without her. For the love of all that was good and pure, Kennedy Anderssen wanted to watch her wife get fucked, not fuck!
There was a difference. A difference Lara was apparently more than ready to play into as she felt arousal drip down her fingers. She was as ready as she was going to get.
“All right, hon,” she said, sitting up and slapping the inside of Caden’s thigh. “You’ve been such a perfect sport. It’s time for you to claim your prize.”
Before she could draw her knees onto the bed and get into position, however, Kennedy ripped off the silk fashion belt wrapped around her waist. “They don’t get to look at you,” Kennedy said, stern. “Only I do.”
Quivers.Quivers.
“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered.
“That’s my girl.”
Her girl. Even now, so many years later, it sometimes felt too good to be true. How could Kennedy be so in love with her? Was it real? Lara didn’t often believe in fate, but if such a thing brought her together with her partner, then she was willing to trust it for at least one more night.
Tonight, she belonged to Kennedy. She didn’t need a collar or wedding vows to prove that to herself and the world.
I want to please her. I want acceptance. Lara looped her wife’s belt around Caden’s face, blindfolding them. At this point, Caden would agree to anything, let alone a little sensory deprivation. The moment they could no longer see her, Lara ripped open the condom package… and laughed.
“Excuse me,ma’am,” she said, tossing it into the trash across the room. I should’ve been a basketball player. “You are seriously underestimating this thing.”
Kennedy reached into the bowl again, this time pulling out a bigger size. “I was hoping you would say that.”
How many women could say they had a partner who found this hot? How many wouldn’t get jealous? Whether of their wife being with another… or what they were about to do to her? Kennedy had never introduced a toy into the bedroom that required the biggest slipcover at the pharmacy, Lara was prettysure. Didn’t stop her from lusting after the image of Lara taking it.
“I knew you would like this,” Lara muttered, taking care of business. “All right, hon,” she said, louder. “You’ve got one job. Fuck me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I said be quiet.”
The fact that both Kennedy and Lara said it at the same time surprised no one.
Caden wasn’t here as a third wheel. They were a tool, full stop. A tool that lived to serve and be used.
Which was good. Because there was only one person Lara answered to at all, in any situation… and she was sitting a meager few feet away, vapor curling around her head as she watched her wife get on her hands and knees, facing her.
Lara could have given her a side view. She could have given her the porn treatment and let her see as much penetration as possible.I want to look into her eyes.Lara’s fingers curled around the edge of the bed as she opened her legs and felt Caden situate behind her.Because she’s looking right into mine.This was their moment, as a married couple.