Chapter 1 #2
Lara had a game she liked to play. She would wait for Kennedy to come home, prepared to fall out of love with her…
or in love all over again. The latter happened more often than the former.
The fact that she even considered the former, however, made her heart drop in her stomach.Which was funny, because she never considered herself a romantic person.
Kennedy was late that night. Dinner was at seven, as always, but at six-thirty, Lara received a call saying her dear spouse was trapped in a meeting and only now leaving. It took at least forty-five minutes to drive that far into the hills, traffic and weather depending.
So Kennedy did not arrive home until seven-thirty, her layers of clothing shedding from her skin as Chloe did her due diligence, helping the co-owner of the house get settled in.
This included a small glass of bourbon waiting on a tray that would also take away her tie and cufflinks.
The last thing Kennedy wanted to do when she returned home was go all the way up to her bedroom just to come back down for dinner.
About time she got home. Lara sat at the head of the dining table, where dinner was kept warm but not yet served.
The cook began bringing out dishes the moment Kennedy walked through the door, so by the time she made it to the dining room, she had a plate waiting for her.
And a pretty young maid following her around, demurely asking if she would like to have her cigarette now or after dinner.
“She’ll have it after dinner,” Lara said, lifting a glass of wine to her lips. Kennedy sat next to her, and the scent of her heavy cologne nearly overpowered the steak and vegetables. She sighed as Chloe walked away with the tray of cufflinks and tie.
“Lovely to see you too, Wife.”
“I’ve been waiting for you, Wife.”
Those sorts of titles were only exchanged when they were feeling incredibly silly or sarcastic. Right now, the sarcasm dripped from their fangs like venom.
Kennedy slipped her hand over Lara’s knee before she even picked up a fork. “If you’re not letting me have my cigarette right now, then I’ll have to soothe my nerves some other way.”
Lara stared at her, feeling those fingers press deeply into her flesh. Wish I could say it was turning me on. She drank her wine and said, “I don’t want to smell it while I’m eating.”
“It doesn’t smell, Lara. It’s vapor.”
“It reeks.” Kennedy quit smoking real cigarettes shortly after they married, but was one of the first on board the vape trend.
She tried to tell Lara that it was healthier, had no smoke to stain the walls, and, better yet, didn’t smell.
Well, no, it didn’t smell like cigarette smoke, but Lara could smell whatever she put in it to give it flavor.
Kennedy could smoke whatever she wanted in her office. At the dinner table? Lara was queen.
Kennedy cleared her throat. “Sorry I’m so late, Bunny,” she mumbled.
Oh, Bunny. There were a few things that people didn’t know about them.
The fact that Kennedy called her wife “Bunny” was one of those secrets.
Not even Chloe had heard that. “One of the attorneys was late for our afternoon meeting, so we ran over. So far over that I must go in early tomorrow to finish the blasted thing.”
Lara stabbed her food, although gingerly brought it up to her mouth like the lady her mother tried to raise her to be. “That’s unfortunate.”
“I’m beat.”
If Kennedy cleared her throat one more time, Lara would probably have to strangle her.
Instead, she ignored her, knowing damn well what she wanted.
One of the things she wanted was to push her hand farther up Lara’s thigh, trekking beneath her skirt and playing with the tops of her stockings.
I’ve never met a person who loves tights and stockings more than this one.
All Lara had to do to get laid was show up in nothing more than lingerie.
As long as that lingerie had sheer black tights with lace around the trim.
She saved the fishnets for the nights she really wanted to dominate Kennedy. Tonight was not one of those nights.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Kenny.” She hoped her spouse didn’t hear the lifelessness in her pet name for her. As she ate, drank, and considered her nerves, Lara put her hand on Kennedy’s knee as well, squeezing it for dear life. “I know you work hard.”
They both worked hard. Sometimes Lara stayed home, sometimes Kennedy stayed home, and sometimes they both went into the city to run meetings and deal with business.
Exhausting. They put on a front that had helped them castrate the masses for going on a decade now.
The power couple. The power-hungry couple.
The formidable pair that no one could defeat unless they were truly that shrewd or had a whole army behind them.
Lara and Kennedy were like peas and carrots.
Yin and Yang. Love and lust. They complemented each other, filled in each other’s weaknesses, and had reached a point three months into their relationship where they were already finishing each other’s sentences – and orgasms.
Two such intense personalities seemed doomed from the start. People didn’t think they would last more than three years. They defied everyone by making it five. They won their own bet by coming up on their tenth anniversary.
They were going on a second honeymoon. An island in the Bahamas where, as Kennedy whispered into her ear when she brought forward the plan, they “could fuck naked on the beach and nobody would care. Except maybe those bastard sharks and jellyfish.” Lara wouldn’t say no to beach sex, although she had to talk to her gyno about the possibility of her monthly nuisance rearing its ugly head during her second honeymoon.
They were into some kinky shit, but Lara drew the line at anything involving blood. At least they had pills for that now.
It reminded her that she also needed to ask about her other medications.
She had been on this anti-depressant and that other mood stabilizer since before meeting Kennedy, but by now she was about as interested in trying new brands and doses as she was interested in watching her spouse sleep around with someone ten years younger than them.
Unless it was Lara’s idea, of course. Why not?
Sometimes it’s hot seeing some twenty-year-old get a taste of my wife’s brand of fucking.
Only if Lara got to watch, though. And pick out the girl.
And seduce her beneath her spouse’s body on her behalf. That was most of the fun.
She looked at Lara now. She also looked at Chloe, walking through the dining room with refills for the wet bar in the corner. The maid glanced at the back of Kennedy’s head before leaving.
If she’s not fucking her now, she’s going to try it eventually. Kennedy was gorgeous and stinking rich. Powerful. Chloe knew she could Top, and she seemed like the kind of girl who wanted to sub for the right person. She had nothing to lose – except her job.
“Lara.”
She looked back at Kennedy, tasting the tip of her fork before patting the top of Lara’s hand on her lap. “What is it?”
“I was telling you that I need to get up at five tomorrow. Will it bother you?”
Lara could be a light sleeper. If Kennedy got up before her, it sometimes woke up Lara too, and she could never get back to sleep once that happened. This was Kennedy’s polite way of telling her to wear her earplugs.
“I will wear my earplugs.” She forced a smile.
“The ones you got me for my birthday.” What a romantic gift.
To be fair, she also bought Lara a diamond watch and filled the house with fifty dozen red roses.
The poor chef, who was apparently allergic to flowers, had to take an emergency trip into town to shop and bring back take-out for Lara’s dinner.
Kennedy lifted Lara’s hand from her lap and kissed her fingertips. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you.” She reclaimed her hand in the name of using utensils and finishing her wine. “I thought of you while I freshened myself up for dinner. I thought, ‘How could I get my partner’s pussy wet when she steals one glance at me?’”
Kennedy leaned in, her breath whisking into her ear. “It worked.”
“Hmph.” Lara pulled away. “Well, while you were working hard today, I…”
“Called your cousin to ask him to help you divorce me?”
Lara put down her utensils with a huff. “Stop it.”
“Don’t play coy, Lara. I heard you a month ago when you were drunk on the floor. Remember?”
“I said stop it.”
Kennedy shook her head. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately.
I think this second honeymoon will be good for us.
” She picked up the bottle of wine and refilled her wife’s glass.
“Assuming you don’t serve me with divorce papers like Carolyn did to Donovan Mathison right around the time we got married. ”
“A woman after my own heart.” Lara admired any woman with the gumption to divorce her husband on their twentieth anniversary.
“I’m sure she is.” Kennedy rubbed Lara’s arm, eyes darting between her demeanor and the soft skin beneath her touch.
“Are you restless, Bunny? After this week, we’ll have a night or two to spare.
We could go to the club and take in some of the energy.
” She watched Lara drink wine. “Or we could go to the Manoir and see our kitten.”
Neither appealed to her. Not going to the club and putting on her fake smile to tell the world she and Kennedy were still powering through people like an army.
Nor did she salivate at the thought of going higher into the mountains where they kept a mutual mistress in a discreet manor.
She costs us a pretty penny. They were full-time patrons, although the girl took on other clients when they weren’t around.
But in return for their copious amount of money, Lara could call the Manoir at any time and say they were coming for their kitten’s pussy whenever she wanted.
They could take her out for dates, like to the club where they paraded her around like their submissive trophy.
Money bought a lot of things. Including women more than willing to play the role of slutty mistress.
That thought was the only thing to make Lara smile all day.
“Perhaps the Manoir, if we can spare the trip. I suppose I’ve been itching to pinch that girl’s nipples. For you, of course.”
“That’s my girl.”
Lara gave her partner her fake smile. The real fake smile.
Not the one Kennedy knew about, the one Lara used to beguile others when they had a front to create.
This was the smile she used for her. The one Kennedy assumed was her real, natural smile.
The idiot had no idea – it almost made Lara feel bad for her.