Chapter 10 #4
All the ice around her heart melted. Lara saw the woman she loved. The woman she wanted to keep pleasing. The woman she was afraid of losing, whether through design or through her own machinations.
“Keep your hands off me.” Before, Lara was ready to rub herself all over Caden, to give her partner a taste of her own supposed medicine.
But when she felt that tug at her heart, she no longer wanted Caden as a person.
She wanted them as a body. Lara was telling the truth when she said she wanted someone with one function only.
Well, she would damn well treat Caden that way.
And knowing most subs around that club, they would love it as long as they got what they ultimately wanted.
Her.
A few curt words.
Everything in between.
Sex.
Lara didn’t offer any paddles, crops, whips, or vibrators. She did, however, offer a scenario that made most she encountered too excited to bear. Hence, the eagerness she subdued when she opened those tight pants and unleashed the very thing that made her legs push together.
“Well, look at this.” Lara had no shame in grabbing Caden’s prosthetic and showing off what it could do with her expert touch.
Caden didn’t just have a certain taste in size.
You have got to be kidding. This was as big as they got on most websites.
Lara would know. She always had the biggest frown to make her spouse laugh when they scrolled through sex toy sites at night.
“How does your average woman fit that thing inside her?” “Are we actually supposed to fuck these things?” “My God, even the lesbians get size envy, it seems.” Even the fetish porn that catered to sick freaks like Kennedy and Lara didn’t go this big.
Even the most hardened Domme would raise her eyebrows and get out extra lube from looking at that thing.
And Caden knew they had something unusual. They grinned at the way Lara looked at them. They even spared Kennedy a glance, the one with a perfect poker face. What did she think of Caden and what they were going to do to the femme of the room? Not even Lara was 100% sure anymore.
“You’ve got something to prove, don’t you?
” While Lara cooed in her new partner’s ear, she sent the old one a signal they had used a hundred times over the years: she held up her left hand, wrapping her other hand around it and gesturing until Kennedy reached into the condom bowl and tossed her wife one.
She almost missed it. I need all the help I can get.
The less friction, the better! “You wanna fuck me with this thing, hon?”
Whether submissive or dominant, these types couldn’t keep themselves from smirking like they owned the universe when women asked them that question. “If it pleases you, Mistress.”
“Not just me. You need to please my partner, too. She wants to see me fuck crazy shit like this. You’ll see why soon enough.
First…” She unbuttoned the front of her blouse, letting her breasts fall free so the warm, inviting air perked her nipples and let her feel a new wave of arousal through her body.
She would need all the inspiration she could get.
“You need to please me and get me wet. Can you do that, hon?”
She spent this whole time holding the prosthetic in her hand. Caden could have anyone they wanted with this monster. Yet they decided to go with Lara… and her partner. Even if the two never touched, there was no denying that they were both a part of this experience.
“You got it all under control?” Kennedy asked from her chair. She continued to vape, her eyes never leaving her wife’s form. I can feel her adoration from here. The feeling she felt for over ten years now. Maybe Kennedy really did still love her that much…
“Control? I always have everything under control.” Lara ran her hands across her nipples and Caden’s soft but strong chest. Ah, youth. “I’m not opposed to you egging me on, though, dearest darling.”
“I always knew you loved the sound of my voice.”
Lara leaned down, licking her fingers and wetting Caden’s flesh – and silicone. Whelp, time to break my jaw. Hopefully not. That wouldn’t bode well for the rest of the night. “Don’t be a stranger over there.”
What Caden thought of this… who cared? They were about to get attention from an aggressive Domme. They had nothing to complain about.
“Look at you go,” Kennedy said in a soft drawl. “Nobody does it like my beautiful wife.”
Spurred on by her comment, Lara didn’t let herself be a stranger to the taste of factory-made fun. “And look at my partner,” she murmured near another’s crotch. “Watching her wife play the whore.”
“Honey, when my cunt is as wet as it is right now, you can be as loose as you damn well please.”
She dared her. “And when your cunt isn’t Crater Lake?” Caden’s natural scent from their pussy was starting to get overwhelming, which was distracting, since Lara wanted to concentrate on her spouse’s presence.
“Even when it’s not wet, baby.”
Sure.
“Fuck,” Caden groaned, hips thrusting slightly upward as Lara attempted to take this on like the pro she knew she was. “I mean… forgive me, Mistress.”
“She’s busy,” Kennedy barked. “Be quiet.”
Be still, my loins. Even when she was also in charge, Lara could never get enough of Kennedy’s dominant voice. It made her bolder, opening her mouth and realizing she could do this.
It hurt. It was uncomfortable. But it was so hot that she knew she didn’t want to do anything else right now.
“That’s right, baby. Prove that you’ve got what it takes.”
Oh, she would. This is so ridiculous. Her hand wrapped around what it could, proving to herself, Kennedy, and even Caden that this wasn’t a problem. In fact, she had fucked bigger. Lara was the ringmaster of monsters. But I swear to God, if they push me…
It didn’t matter, because Lara was in control here, wasn’t she?
Before she could make sure, though, she had to be wet enough. Lara reached between her legs and tested her current state of arousal. It had begun, but nowhere near where she needed.
Kennedy must have noticed this as well, for she said, “You are so hot, Lara. When they say the word slut, they are talking about you, in every sense of it.”
Her deep voice sent liquid down Lara’s fingers. She pressed one into her slit, touching her clit and feeling shivers take her over. She sent her partner, still sitting as if she were the most disinterested person in the world, a glare that would hopefully encourage her to continue.
“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 was her scenario. Her fantasy.
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.”