Chapter 2 #3
Yet even with her imperfections, she still felt confident, especially in front of her spouse.
Kennedy never gave her the impression that she found her anything but 100% fuckable.
My confidence isn’t entirely tied to that, but I won’t lie and say that it doesn’t make me feel good.
Kennedy’s expression didn’t change now, but she looked her up and down, admiring a body she had touched and claimed a hundred thousand times.
She had fucked her, smacked her in the appropriate places, and humped almost every inch of her skin in the span of a dozen years. Yet she still looked at Lara as if she were excited to do it all over again.
“Turn around and bend over.”
Lara bristled. “Are you going to spank me, Kennedy?”
“Do you want me to spank you?”
She shrugged, indifferent. “Only if you believe I deserve it.”
“No. You won’t learn anything from a spanking right now.
” Kennedy leaned forward, her pants still down around her thighs.
Something about that was hotter than if she pulled them back up to make it easier to move around.
“You need me to punish you with something other than my hand. Open the drawer. You know the one.”
Lara glanced at where her spouse kept some necessary marital aids in the office. Because they often ended up fucking here if they never made it back to the bedroom before they had to have each other now.
She tugged the drawer open. Inside was a discreet container of lube, tissues, a tiny vibrator, and two glass toys of two different sizes.
She grabbed the smaller one and dangled it between her and Kennedy.
“Yes, Bunny. Now do as I say. Turn around and bend over for me.”
The carpet was soft against her feet as she turned and braced her hands against her spouse’s desk.
She better make this good. Lara must be properly punished.
If Kennedy knew what was good for her, she would make Lara feel like the most obedient, grateful submissive in the universe. I hope so. I need it.
“Spread your legs.”
She eased them open.
“Show me your cunt.”
Cunt. Lara loved that word. It was right up there with “bitch” in her favorite things to call herself and the parts of her body.
Other women danced around the harsh vulgarities.
To a point, she understood. They weren’t interested in reclaiming the terrible things society had called them for generations.
Lara didn’t mind. She would do it. She would look her spouse in the eye and tell her to call it her cunt, especially when she intended on taking it for hers.
God, hearing those harsh sounds fall from Kennedy’s lips and growl in her throat made Lara feel the right amount of belittled and controlled.
She pushed her hand between her legs and once again opened herself. This time, however, it was to her wife, her Domme.
“Is this satisfactory?” she asked with only a hint of sarcasm. Lara couldn’t help it. Sarcasm was her natural speed. “Or should I give you more?” She rubbed her clit, moaning, feeling her fingertips grow wetter the more she stimulated herself in front of Kennedy’s eyes.
“I want to hear you beg for it, Lara. Beg for your punishment.”
“Please…” She pressed her breasts against the desk, reveling in the coolness against her nipples. “Punish my cunt, ma’am. I’ve been misbehaving.”
“What did you do?”
Lara sucked in her breath, gazing at a stack of papers awaiting a signature. “You know what I’ve done, ma’am.”
“Now, Bunny, I want to hear you say it.”
Did she have to? This was probably a conversation best had when they weren’t having sex. “I doubted our marriage long enough to call my cousin again.”
“What else? I’m sure you’ve been misbehaving in other areas.” Kennedy teased her wet entrance with the tip of the glass toy. “I want a full confession, Lara.”
She snorted. Like hell she was going in that deep – unlike somebody else. “That’s it for today. Now fuck me before I…”
“Before you what?”
Lara threatened to back onto the toy.. “Before I do it for you.”
She expected Kennedy to pin her down and make her behave. Instead, she tapped Lara’s ass and said, “Your eagerness precedes you. You know what they call women who can’t wait to get punished in the cunt, right?”
Ah, yes, one of Lara’s most favorite games. “Why, I believe they call them sluts.”
“The word slut has never suited you, Bunny. Pick a different one.”
She gritted her teeth with a smile. “Call me a whore.”
“You always go for the most scandalous words, Lara.”
Muscles tightened as she craned her head over her shoulder. “That’s one of the reasons you love me, baby.”
“You definitely make it interesting.” Kennedy grabbed her hips and brought her onto the glass toy, the length filling Lara, pushing deep, deeper until she was gasping against the desk. Her knuckles were already white from squeezing way too damn hard.
Kennedy gave Lara two easy thrusts. Then she showed her no mercy.
“Shit!” Lara slapped a hand against the desk as the toy attempted to take her by surprise. “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Kennedy was the kind who was way too composed when she did her wife.
When they were like this? It turned Lara on like nothing else.
If anyone was taking control of her, it better be someone who only growled when she fucked like this.
Lara didn’t have room in her life for people who lost it the moment they started fucking like famished idiots.
“Fuck me, Kennedy!” Her body was pushed against the desk, her breasts trapped against stained oak, and her pussy stretched to its meager limits. “For the love of God!”
This was what a few days without sex did to her. Turned her into a screaming banshee.“That’s right, Lara.” Kennedy wasn’t louder than her, but Lara could hear her, and that was all that mattered. “Take it.”
She grabbed Lara by the sides, pulling her up far enough to slip her hands beneath the robe and clutch her breasts.
Oh, no, I’m taken. Her spouse behind her, inside her, in front of her…
if Lara was going to bottom for any woman in the world, it was one who knew how to do this to her…
who knew how to tame the wild tigress she saw herself as.
Kennedy’s thrusts increased. Soon, Lara was wet enough for her to take her so hard that she heard nothing but the sounds of her body receiving pleasure. Oh my mother fucking fuck fuck! She balled her hands into fists and pressed them against the desk.
“Punish me, ma’am!” She lived for this. For the sheer amount of attention she received from Kennedy, that toy stretching her open and claiming her innermost chambers. Her hands all over Lara. Her breath increasing, as she refused to let her go. “Fuck me!”
“That’s right, Lara.” Kennedy pushed her onto the desk, fucking Lara deeper as she moaned against the papers in need of signing.
I just signed them with my DNA. How’s that?
No doubt more than a little saliva got all over those pristine white pages.
“You can’t be satisfied, can you? You’re always looking for your next thrill to get you by. ”
She whimpered into the papers, her hips slamming against the edge of the desk from the impact of those thrusts.
“You’re a whore, aren’t you?”
The power in that word nearly sent her to the edge. Yes, yes, call me a whore, you bitch. Demean her, dirty her, make her feel like her entire existence circled taking pleasure in her body. Someone else’s pleasure.
“Does it feel good?” Kennedy gave her an extra hard thrust in case she wasn’t feeling good enough. “Do you get off on women fucking you in the cunt?”
Yes, yes, and more yes.
Too bad Lara was past the point of forming coherent words. She was already coming, her pussy searching for more. As the quick orgasm subsided, Kennedy pulled up her hip and slammed into her. They had entered the phase of it being all about Kennedy’s whim now.
“Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck!”
“Good.” Kennedy grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled back Lara’s head. “Beg for it!”
“Yes! Give it to me!”
“Are you a filthy woman who needs to be punished?”
Every word lit a spark within her. The nastier Kennedy got, the hotter Lara was. “For fuck’s sake, yes!”
“And what do women like you get as their punishment, Lara?”
The pleasure was getting to her again. She knew Kennedy was close to needing that cold shower.
Her heavy breaths, the intensity of her thrusts, and that sweet tone in her throat told Lara she was about to get her punishment.
It made her relax around that toy – as much as she could, anyway!
– and prepare to accept whatever happened to her.
“What do they get?”
Her shouts startled Lara in all the right ways. Just as she was about to ask again, Lara cried back, “They get…!” She couldn’t say it, but they both knew what she was thinking.
Kennedy proved she was right by holding Lara down on her desk, the toy stilling deep inside as she was brought to the peak of pleasure. Sure enough, Kennedy’s thumb pressed against her wife’s clit and sent her over the edge.
Lara screamed into the desk, her body nothing more than a receptacle for her spouse’s needs, wants, desires, wishes.
She could use Lara however she wanted. She could throw her on her back after this and fill her up more.
She could ride Lara’s face for all she cared.
Make her stop breathing on nothing but pussy and sweet, wet nectar. Blind me, choke me, mark me.
When Kennedy’s wrist gave out and she had to loosen up her hand, Lara was left flopped against the desk, her legs shaking with the glass dildo still inside of her. The only thing keeping it inside her body was sheer willpower.
Eventually, Kennedy pulled it out. Ha. Ha. She wasn’t stupid. She knew how wet Lara got when fucked with something, anything, right?
The carefully timed contractions of her inner walls announced that Lara was done.
Punished, but done.
“My gorgeous girl,” Kennedy said, wrapping her hand gently around the front of Lara’s throat and easing her onto her side.
Her own reserves of pleasure-obsessed wetness spilled down Lara’s leg until it wrapped around her knee, threatening to touch her wife’s desk.
“At least I’ll always have a place to unleash my sexual frustrations as long as you’re with me. ”
Lara would’ve cackled into her arms if she had the strength.
Her spouse sank back into her chair, staring at the ceiling as she attempted to catch her breath.
“And to think… I just showered.” Lara stood up, covering her ass with her robe before leaning against the desk.
She left the front open and legs slightly spread so Kennedy had a good view of what she had done to her.
Pink enough for you? How about red? “At least I was sufficiently punished. There is that.”
Kennedy regarded her with a stoic visage. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I want lots of things.”
“I know that. You have the most voracious appetite of any woman I know.”
“I could say the same thing about you.”
Kennedy managed a wan smile. “I’d offer to give you another round, Bunny, but I really need to wash up and turn in. I’ll fuck you again tomorrow.”
Lara stepped forward, licking her fingers and patting down a tuft of Kennedy’s hair. “You’ll fuck me whenever I damn well please, whore.” She could throw that right back at her. With a pat to the cheek, Lara moved away, tying her robe close to her body. “Good night.”
Kennedy watched after her with an unreadable look. Was she wistful? In love? Bored? “Good night, Bunny. Be there soon.”
Lara twiddled her fingers before opening the door and stepping out into the hall.
An empty cup dropped at her feet.
“Uh…” Chloe stepped back, the tray slammed against her breasts. “Excuse me, ma’am… I was going to… give Ms. Anderssen…”
“Sure you were.” Any good feelings Lara had dissipated the moment she saw this tart standing outside the door.
She was listening to us. She had to contain a smile.
Lara did love a good game of exhibitionism.
Too bad she didn’t care much for her maid or the constant thoughts she had of Chloe going into Kennedy’s office for the sole purpose of giving her something.
Like her pussy, probably. That’s my job, you useless…
“I’ll be going. Good night, ma’am.” Chloe scurried away. Too bad. If she had stuck around to watch Lara saunter down the hall, she would’ve had a great view of the sensual mess making its way down to her ankle. I need another shower. Ugh.
Finally, Lara released her cackle, letting it echo in the wide halls of the house she paid half for. This is my half. The rooms full of debauchery and marriage-crumbling mind games belonged solely to the Queen of Kink.