“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’tfaked 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 façade. 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.”
