Chapter 8 #2
Detached from reality though she was, Lara took the box into her hands.
Jewelry. Kennedy had given her countless pieces of jewelry over the years.
Earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets… watches.
Even a pair of nipple clamps. Yet Lara always counted on a carefully selected piece that her partner had thought out ahead of time.
She never bought Lara something for the sake of buying it, or because she didn’t know what else to get her.
Like the finch pendant she gave Lara for her birthday.
According to their mutual personal assistant, Lara’s spouse bought it two months before her birthday when Kennedy came across it in a store and thought of her.
She has thought of me recently…
“Thank you.” She pulled the ribbon off the box and popped the lid. “This is sweet of…”
She looked at a silver collar. Then she looked at her partner.
“Go on. Take a closer look.”
Kennedy said it so easily, as if it were no big deal for someone to buy their wife a collar for Christmas. Well, perhaps in their marriage it wasn’t. For ten years, they had been kinky to the max, after all.
Lara lifted the collar out of the box and inspected it.
Of course, the quality was superb. Nothing but pure silver, and a tiny chain for gentle tugging.
This wasn’t a collar to wear for serious play.
It was the kind of collar for her to wear to Midnight.
The highlight, however, was the inscription on the inside.
My Bunny.
Something swelled in Lara’s heart. Or maybe it was in her gut.
“I know it’s not much, darling.” Why was Kennedy sounding so apologetic? Not every woman could say she got this kind of treatment ten years into her marriage. Most were lucky if their partners threw diamond earrings at them! “But I wanted something special. For us.”
She gently took the collar from Lara’s hands, unclasped it, and held it up to her neck. Lara pulled her hair aside and let the snug collar enclose her throat. “Thank you. It’s lovely.”
Lara knew what this meant. She doubted she was modeling her new present. Kennedy wouldn’t have given it to her tonight if she didn’t have something in mind.
“It looks good on you. How does it feel?”
“Fine.”
“What’s wrong?”
Damn her for being so intuitive. Briefly, Lara wished she had the kind of spouse who didn’t know her from being sick or healthy. Someone like Inid’s no-good husband. The bastard who also cheated on his wife. Seemed to be a running thread in life.
“I suppose I’m feeling a bit glum lately.”
“Why is that?” Kennedy’s frown almost warmed Lara’s heart. “Your period?”
“I suppose. I miss you.”
“Miss me? Ah…”
She caught on quickly, especially since they had been sexually separated a lot longer than usual, but Lara knew she wasn’t connected to the full story. And now was not the time to bring up her paranoia and suspicions.
Even now, her brain churned in excuses. Reasons that she was paranoid, and there was no reason to worry about her sweet spouse turning on her and fucking the maid behind her back.
And if she was…
How many other women had she seduced without Lara’s presence or knowledge?
Sometimes, it was more difficult than it was worth, being in the type of marriage she was.
It was the only type of marriage she would accept, having the sexual appetite that she did.
A life without threesomes and swinging? Kill me.
Then there was the communication. That was the hardest part.
Not communicating, but dealing with her partner’s whims and desires.
It wasn’t enough for Lara to say that she wanted to have a threesome with someone, and, oh, would her spouse please get on top of them for her amusement?
No. Kennedy had to be in the mood, or at least open to the suggestion.
She had to like the same person that her wife did, especially if she were the one doing most of the interaction.
She had to like anyone they chose to play with.
She had to understand where her wife was coming from.
She had to have the energy and wherewithal to say, “Yes, Bunny, let’s gang up on some lucky new friend. ”
Lara often told her stories about the years before they met.
Her high school years. Her college years.
Those glorious years of her mid-20s when she fucked anyone who moved enough to satisfy her.
Kennedy was not only the first to keep up with her but the first to openly embrace the type of lifestyle and marriage Lara wanted.
I want a partnership. I want someone I can be a terror team with.
Someone she could always count on. Someone to always be by her side, even if other people came and went, as they always did.
They didn’t have long-term lovers on the side, and the mistress didn’t count.
She was an amusement for them both to enjoy.
No, what Lara meant was a truly polyamorous relationship, not swinging.
Kennedy never asked about getting a girlfriend, and Lara was never interested in being serious with another.
Until now, it wasn’t even something she considered.
Why would she want another like that when she had her partner to fulfill those needs? Sounded bothersome.
When Kennedy kissed her that Christmas Eve night, Lara felt both relieved and apprehensive. A part of her desperately wanted to make love. Slow, gentle love that would open her heart and reassure every part of her that worried… and that was a lot of parts.
Yet Kennedy wasn’t in the mood for slow, gentle love.
Her wife could tell that from the way she gripped her arms, possessively, heavy kisses pushing her back toward the bed and overtaking her lithe frame.
Yeah, Kennedy was about as in the mood for slow and sensual sex as Lara was in the mood to find out her partner was cheating on her.
Her spouse being hungry enough to devour her should have been riveting. Yet here Lara Anderssen was, wishing she wasn’t… as enthralled with the idea as she was.
“I missed you, too,” Kennedy said into her wife’s ear, her breath so heavy that Lara almost shuddered to feel it. “I hope you’re feeling well enough to let me in tonight.”
Let me in. They had many code words. Such words were necessary in the public sphere, where they loved to incessantly flirt and make plans for kinky times later on.
In front of people who would be appalled to know it, no less.
Let me in not only meant fucking her, but in the sort of way that most frequenters to Midnight would be excited to watch.
“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 power in 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 kissed her 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.