Chapter 4 #2
“Yes. Coming up.” Lara removed her hand and shrugged Grace’s off.
“A Christmas wedding for our families. Nothing on the scale of what you have planned.” Anyone who was anyone was attending Monique’s wedding in February.
At least she was the type who could handle the pressure.
Especially if her Domme commanded it. “Seems quaint to look back on it.”
“I’m sure it was lovely.”
“She wore a red and white garter,” Kennedy chimed in, stealing a glance at her wife. “The most beautiful white gown anyone has ever seen. Cheeky of her to wear something Christmassy beneath it. Felt like unwrapping the most perfect gift.”
Lara looked away, hiding her blush. It wasn’t even my idea.
It was my sister’s, insisting that I do something festive for my wedding clothes.
I only cared about the cake and the sex that night.
Kennedy had not disappointed her. She took Lara in ways she didn’t know one could take her wife – all while making Lara feel so loved that she swooned all through their honeymoon.
“I can only hope to have such a grand marriage as you two have.” Monique’s smile was genuine, although still demure as was her nature. “You’re practically legends.”
Neither of them pressed for a reason. Having someone young and nubile like Grace feel them up while they spoke was enough reason on display.
“Thank you,” Kennedy said. “No marriage is perfect or easy, but we make it work.” Her hand curled over Lara’s crossed knee. “I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side.”
Those words would usually make her blush more, but Lara suddenly entered a moment of self-doubt.
Those sound like stock words, Kennedy. Did her spouse hide those words up her sleeve to use when it was best?
Like now? There was a reason some people in the real estate world called her Silver Tongue Anderssen.
She knew how to charm the pants off a snake.
She’s charmed mine off enough times by now.
Monique couldn’t spend much more time with them, not with a busy business bustling with life that night. After she paid her respects and whispered something in Grace’s ear, Monique saw herself out.
“And how are you, Kitten?” Kennedy asked, turning every ounce of attention to the mistress. “It’s unfortunately been a couple of weeks since we last chatted.”
Grace wrapped her arms around her shoulders and bent down low. Yet she spoke loud enough for Lara to hear as well. “Anything that may have been bothering me is now nothing, ma’am. A visit from you and your lovely wife is all I need to feel better.”
“And the others you’ve fucked in our absence?”
Lara could never help herself.
Grace stood up, unfazed. She was probably used to Lara’s inquisitions by now. “None of them compare to you two, ma’am.”
Liar. Grace slept with a good number of people. Even if not now, at least through her life. So for her to pretend that Kennedy, let alone Lara, was the best was more than absurd.
Yet Kennedy was placated, her ego stroked as well as her arm usually was. “You’re always so crude, Lara,” she gently reprimanded. “If I don’t mind others touching our Kitten, then you shouldn’t, either.”
“Who said I minded? It’s just sex, dear.”
A hand tightened on her knee. “Lara.”
“What?” She feigned ignorance with the best of them. “It’s the 21st Century. Who said a woman had to be confined to one person? Or one couple, for that matter?”
“Nobody. You’re the one inferring things.”
Lara closed her lips before they had an altercation in front of the mistress. That didn’t mean Kennedy won the argument, though.
“Bunny,” her spouse said, growling into her ear while Grace looked on. “You’re tense. Luckily, you’re in the perfect place for releasing those urges you’re holding in.” She leaned back again. “What will make you feel good, my love? You’ve got your pick tonight.”
“I do, don’t I?” Lara glanced at Grace, who waited expectantly for an order. “Get over here, Kitty. I want to pet you.”
Only Lara could make a phrase like that not sound cheesy and lame, as evident when Grace responded with alacrity.
She stood in front of Lara, hands folded in front of her as she tried to contain a smile.
A liar would say she doesn’t like spending time with us.
Grace didn’t put up with their whim and demands simply because of the money.
Lara guessed the mistress hadn’t faked an orgasm since they started this mutually beneficial relationship almost a year ago.
“Kneel.”
Lara sat up straight while Grace obeyed, and Kennedy looked on, hand still on her wife’s knee. “I knew you were in that sort of mood tonight,” she murmured into her ear. “I had hoped.”
I know. Kennedy, like her wife, was a switch.
One of the only masc switches Lara knew, let alone one of the only switches who encouraged her partner to be as domineering as possible.
That’s one of the things I love about her.
Not ashamed. Never embarrassed. Kennedy loved exploring even the strangest kinks, even if she decided she didn’t like them afterward.
Even on the rare occasion something flubbed during sex, Kennedy didn’t let it get to her.
It probably helped that her wife didn’t care, either.
People fart. They come too soon. They say stupid shit, thinking it’s sexy when in reality, you want to kill them for saying it.
So for her wife to sit there, commenting on her growing dominance around another woman, told her everything she needed to know about this situation.
“Show me your tits.”
Lara curled her fingers over the edge of the sofa as Grace pulled down the front of her little black dress and showed them the goods they’d seen a hundred times. Sure enough, those tiny brown dots she called nipples were there – and hardly excited to say hello.
“You don’t look excited for us to be here,” Lara said, bathing in the attention her wife suddenly gave her. “What’s going on with those little nubs of yours? Make them hard.”
Grace bowed her head and inspected her own nipples. “I don’t know why, ma’am. I always look forward to your visits.”
“Do you think I give a shit? Those nipples are soft, and I want them hard. Get to it.”
Her partner’s hand had a death grip on her knee.
“Yes, ma’am.”
While Grace deferred to Lara and stimulated herself, the woman in charge pretended to be disinterested to keep up her Domme facade. In truth, she was interested. In everything.
Grace became aroused before her very eyes. Not to mention her partner, who would be on the verge of wanting to do them both within a few more minutes. As for Lara? She came here expecting kinky sex. She was wet when she walked through the front door.
“Look at this slut, Kennedy,” Lara said, squeezing her wife’s thigh. “I don’t know how we’re not bored with her yet. We’ve taken her every which way. Both of us.”
“Thank you for the reminder.”
Yeah, I bet you needed it. Lara rarely knew how a night at the Manoir would turn out.
Sometimes, she came in with whips blazing, pushing both her spouse and mistress around to cuckold them both.
Other times, she begged for Kennedy to fuck both her and Grace as if they were nothing to her.
Once in a blue moon, they both took Grace at the same time – and once, when Kennedy was one of the most relaxed Lara had ever seen her, she let Lara fuck her ass in front of someone else.
It’s a good thing we pay this woman to be silent.
Not that half the kink scene didn’t know the Anderssens took it in all their holes from each other, but still…
“You keep her around because you like her, Bunny.” Kennedy kissed her wife’s throat. “I picked her out with only you in mind.”
True. Kennedy had her fill of the mistress first, months ago.
It had been a kink of theirs for some time, and when the Manoir opened, it seemed like the perfect time to fulfill the fantasy.
When the announcement came that Monique was hosting an opening weekend for prospective patrons to get to know the ladies, Lara practically demanded that her spouse go up and try one out.
It was one of the only times they had sex with others separately.
Lara was not surprised when she met Grace.
She was everything she liked in a submissive woman.
In fact, she was informed by multiple sources that Grace was a natural submissive, whereas others at the Manoir preferred to dominate.
Lara didn’t need that competition. If she were getting a mistress with her spouse, then that young woman’s job was to be their toy.
Young, perky, obedient, and willing to take whatever they threw at her.
If Lara wasn’t careful, Grace would end up falling in love with them both.
Bad enough they had rented her for the weekend more than once to keep her chained up in their bedroom, ready to serve either one of them whenever they wanted. Those were wild weekends.
Now, however, she only had one thing in mind.
“What do you think, baby? Is she pretty enough?”
The growl vibrating against her skin was so animalistic that she nearly feared Kennedy turning her over on the couch and fucking her right there. That’s not allowed in here, Kenny. We need to go upstairs. “You both are,” Kennedy said.
“I’m talking about her, though.” Lara gestured to the breasts on display before them. “Do you want to suck those tits? Don’t think I’d mind seeing you slobber all over them.”
Grace sucked in her breath, which only made her breasts more prominent.
“Or maybe I’ll do it first. Push this girl over and come all over her skin. Would you like to see that?”
“I want to see whatever you want, dearest.”
“Hmph.” Lara shook her off and stood. “Cover yourself up, Kitty,” she said to Grace. “Before you make my wife pop.”
“I would never.”
“You would,” Lara snapped. “I wouldn’t hold it against you. Just save a round for me.”