Chapter 10 #5
Her girl. Even now, so many years later, it sometimes felt too good to be true. How could Kennedy be so in love with her? Was it real? Lara didn’t often believe in fate, but if such a thing brought her together with her partner, then she was willing to trust it for at least one more night.
Tonight, she belonged to Kennedy. She didn’t need a collar or wedding vows to prove that to herself and the world.
I want to please her. I want acceptance. Lara looped her wife’s belt around Caden’s face, blindfolding them. At this point, Caden would agree to anything, let alone a little sensory deprivation. The moment they could no longer see her, Lara ripped open the condom package… and laughed.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” she said, tossing it into the trash across the room. I should’ve been a basketball player. “You are seriously underestimating this thing.”
Kennedy reached into the bowl again, this time pulling out a bigger size. “I was hoping you would say that.”
How many women could say they had a partner who found this hot?
How many wouldn’t get jealous? Whether of their wife being with another…
or what they were about to do to her? Kennedy had never introduced a toy into the bedroom that required the biggest slipcover at the pharmacy, Lara was pretty sure.
Didn’t stop her from lusting after the image of Lara taking it.
“I knew you would like this,” Lara muttered, taking care of business. “All right, hon,” she said, louder. “You’ve got one job. Fuck me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I said be quiet.”
The fact that both Kennedy and Lara said it at the same time surprised no one.
Caden wasn’t here as a third wheel. They were a tool, full stop. A tool that lived to serve and be used.
Which was good. Because there was only one person Lara answered to at all, in any situation… and she was sitting a meager few feet away, vapor curling around her head as she watched her wife get on her hands and knees, facing her.
Lara could have given her a side view. She could have given her the porn treatment and let her see as much penetration as possible.
I want to look into her eyes. Lara’s fingers curled around the edge of the bed as she opened her legs and felt Caden situate behind her.
Because she’s looking right into mine. This was their moment, as a married couple.
Poor Caden. They had no idea what they were dealing with, emotionally… or physically.
“Ah!” Lara had half a mind to turn around and swat the idiot attempting to enter her like it was another night at the Loose Pussy Party. “Watch it!”
Funny thing, being a woman of her standing in this situation. At some point, she had to transform from Caden’s Domme to her partner’s sub. And that moment came when Caden pushed one whole inch in, Lara’s body stretching its damndest to accommodate something it was not used to.
Her body had to relax. She had to mind over matter the situation. She was Lara Anderssen. People knew she could handle anything that came her way. What was one dildo?
“That’s it, baby.” Kennedy’s voice kept her grounded through this tiresome scene. Good, because this hurts. Lara sucked in her breath and willed herself wider, feeling this other person’s strength slowly slide into her. “Relax and take it. You’re so beautiful.”
She said that, but Lara didn’t feel very beautiful. She felt ridiculous, her knees sinking deep into the bed as her knuckles turned white. The only way she was getting through the initial burst of discomfort was by regulating her breathing and focusing on her partner not so far away.
She was Lara’s rock. And now? She was the one getting off on watching her wife turn into the type of woman she begged her to call her during sex.
“Does it feel good?” Kennedy asked, putting her vape away. “Does your pussy like being packed, Wife?”
She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out as anything more than a whimper.
Caden squeezed her ass, pulling out and feeling how stretched she was with their fingers.
Lara bent down, head scraping the bed. Feeling a stranger’s fingers inside her, forcing her open so she could take what was attached to their waist, was almost too much to bear.
When Caden tried again, the tip burrowing farther this time, Lara let out an unfamiliar cry. Oh my God. Oh my God. The smirk on Kennedy’s face humbled her.
This was for her. This wasn’t necessarily about Lara’s pleasure, but Kennedy’s. And Lara thrived with that knowledge.
“Yes!” she shouted, fingers grabbing sheets as she forced her hips back, attempting to take more.
She was opening. Not a lot, but enough to take a little more as the seconds passed.
Caden would pull out, let her get wet again, and then slide in.
It got easier each time, but no less intrusive, no less intense.
Lara did not have a body meant for taking anything of this size, but she would do her damndest to do it – and enjoy it.
“Good girl,” Kennedy said softly. “Take it. All the way, honey.”
She didn’t have to tell her that. From the moment Caden started sliding into her, easier than ever, Lara became determined to feel their damned hips slap against her ass.
It wasn’t easy. She didn’t expect it to be easy just because she was.
“Fuck my wife, sub,” Kennedy said. “She’s been a naughty girl and deserves to have her pussy torn in two. You’re the lucky one to do it.”
Lara would have told her to piss off, but now was not the time.
Instead, she said, “Do you like this? You like watching me take on some stranger?”
“Always, love.”
She said it too easily. As if that disinterested facade wasn’t a facade at all, but how she really felt right now.
Fuck that. “It feels good,” Lara whimpered, and she did not lie.
Even through the discomfort, she felt the relieving pleasure of a woman accepting something into her body.
It was sexual, yes, but also so liberating.
She was high on the life passed on to her.
High on the need to have her brains fucked out, to give her an experience she had never felt before.
Namely, turning her into a vessel of her wife’s pleasure – and Kennedy wasn’t even touching her.
When Caden “broke” through, groaning in relief as they pushed in as deep as physically allowed, Lara gave herself over to nothing but sex.
She retreated into herself, knees buckling against the bed, breath heavy, heavier, heaviest when Caden pulled out, thrust back in, and made her scream into the sheets.
Strong hands held her hips back while thrusting into her, long, cruel strokes that opened her beyond her limits.
I’m going to be so loose after this. That’s what Kennedy wanted.
She wanted to see her wife’s gaping pussy after someone else had been inside her.
It got her off to think of Lara as a commodity to be passed around, to relive a part of that gangbang she always told her about.
This doesn’t even compare. This was one person on a singular mission!
“Oh, God,” she moaned, hands splayed against the sheets as Caden began to go at her earnestly. Steady rhythms filled her body, Caden grunting like a beast as they rammed into her, over and over, making her feel more and more like her partner’s disposable whore.
Lara went into this situation confident and sensual. Now she had a moment of panic, wondering what her spouse really thought.
“Kennedy!” she cried, not struggling against Caden for all her worry. She sat up, letting them fuck her, their breath already ragged and voice peaking with their own need to climax. “Kenny…”
“What is it, baby? You’re so hot right now.”
“Really?” Her lip trembled. Nipples brushed against the sheets in this position, and before Lara knew it, pleasure spread through her.
Euphoria took root in her brain, making it more pleasing than ever to look into her partner’s stoic visage as her fingers clenched against her thighs. “You like this?”
“I do, Bunny.” She rarely said that name in front of other people. For her to say it now meant she really didn’t consider Caden as a human entity. She was a tool, indeed. A tool drilling her wife. “I love watching you with others, especially if they make you look like this.”
“Like what?”
She bared her teeth in a wide, menacing smile. “Like a sex drunk harlot who can’t say no to anyone who comes her way. You’re mine, Bunny, but that doesn’t mean I want to be your only one. Know what I mean?”
She did, and she didn’t. But she couldn’t think too hard about it. Caden fucked her, pulling out long enough to let her get all wet again before slamming back into her. She screamed to feel them leave her, then fill her again.
All Lara cared about now was pleasing her partner. Visually pleasing. Emotionally pleasing. She existed to be Kennedy’s one and only, even if she wanted nothing to do with her right now. Come back to me, baby. Her words evaporated from her throat as she braced herself against Caden’s fucking,
“Kennedy,” she whined, forcing her head up so she could see her partner’s face. “Am I pleasing you?”
“Yes, Bunny. You’re pleasing me very much.”
Relief flooded her as orgasm began to claim her. No one had even touched her clit, and here she was, debasing herself in the best way.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
The only sounds in the room were the squeak of the bed, the grunts in Caden’s throat. Skin on skin had never sounded so intoxicating.
“You’re gorgeous, Lara.”
She almost sobbed into the bed.
“Come for me, baby.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. Before Lara could process, she thinks I’m beautiful and she loves me, climax was overtaking her, expanding in her veins, heating her skin, and turning her into a crazed woman who only cared about one thing.
Her cries of pleasure echoed in the room. Her inner walls refused to let Caden leave her, holding them within her.
“Holy shit,” they muttered. “You’re so hot, Mistress.”
They had no idea yet.