She grunted in the affirmative.
“I knew it. Keep going. I want to see her cum drip out of her cunt.” This time, Laradidlaugh, taking her turn to spank Grace’s ass. “Because she ain’t the first one to do that this month, is she, slut? How many have you fucked this month?”
Her crazed voice roused Grace from her stupor. Her eyes were still glazed over, but a word managed to sound in the air. “Five!”
“Five? Five whole lucky people? Goodness, you really are a slut. How many of them made you come?”
She moaned heavily, her breasts shaking from the impact of Kennedy’s thrusts as she rode out a sudden, quick orgasm. “None of them!” she cried. “I can only do that with you!”
“Good answer.” That was another perk to being a patron.She’ll lie her head off to get that tip.“Because my partner is the only one who should get those honors.”
Lara was content watching this play out. The more she thought about her spouse claiming this woman, the more she liked the idea. My talented partner. How many women could say they had a partner as adventurous as hers? Lara could forget her jealousy long enough to kiss Kennedy’s cheek and lightly tongue her ear.
She didn’t know what she did. Maybe it was the tongue. Maybe it was giving her too much attention. Before she knew it, however, Kennedy abandoned Grace and turned on her wife.
“Mmf!” Lara went down on the bed, her skirt hiked up around her waist, and her silk underwear tearing toward the floor. Her legs opened on their own accord. The room grew dark as her eyes slammed shut. Her hand smacked against Grace, only a few inches away.
“Shut up.” That harsh, domineering command flicked a switch in Lara’s brain. She came in here, intent on taking over the room and directing all sexual activity. And now her partner was tossing that plan upside down. “She’s not the only loose woman around here.”
Oh no, she’s speaking my language. Literally. Figuratively.
“Tell me, Lara.” Whatever fueled Kennedy now fueled Lara, who bent in sexual submission before her Mistress. “Tell me you want it.”
She whimpered, suddenly aware of how she looked in front of theothermistress. There goes my Domme credibility tonight. “I want it, ma’am.”
Kennedy flipped her over, forcing her nose against Grace’s wet thigh. The heavy scent of a woman’s arousal smacked Lara in the face. Oh my God. So heady. So. Heady. The feminine aroma made her even more submissive – although her wife spreading her legs and stretching her pussy with one more finger than necessary helped. “Eat her. We’re taking you, Lara.”
Grace laughed in the background. She was so far away.
Whenever this happened – whenever Lara entered her submissive headspace, even if she was whiplashing from the Domme one – she felt no desire to do anything. Except obey.
So when her spouse, the one who possessed her for all eternity, told her to pleasure another woman, Lara did it without hesitation.
Yet she knew this was not necessarily for Kennedy’s amusement, although she undoubtedly got off on it. This was about Lara, even still.
This was about putting her in her place. God knew she needed it.
“Does it taste good?” Kennedy asked, her hand ready to take her wife as she whimpered against another woman’s wet slit. “Can you taste me on her?”
Yes, she could. It was mostly Grace’s scent and taste, but Kennedy had definitely been here recently. After twelve years together, Lara knew her presence.
It made her want to worship the mistress, a woman lucky enough to be bestowed with Kennedy Anderssen’s body. In a few seconds, Lara would be as worthy as well.
“Don’t underestimate me, Wife.” Kennedy pushed her fingers in, the friction from Lara’s unusually tight entrance making them both wince. “You may get to have your fun sometimes, but this still belongs to me.”
The way she said it filled Lara with the kind of twisted elation that would scare off most women. This woman wanted to own Lara. Possess her. In that moment, she didn’t care who Kennedy banged on the side. Lara forgot her petty jealousies that may not have meant anything at all… because Kennedy had given up the chance to claim the mistress to instead take her wife.
I love her so much.
Even when it hurt. Even when she was so rough that Lara cried out in a mixture of pain and need. Even when her face was shoved into another woman’s wetness, forcing her to breathe that scent deeply into her nose as she licked Grace’s slit up and down. The mistress laughed. Laughed at her and how quickly she had been put into her place.
Go on. Laugh at me. I’m the one she’s fucking.
No, she was the slut now. She was higher in status than Grace, but she was lower in her partner’s eyes right now. Did she love it!
“Don’t fight me,” Kennedy barked, her wrist working overtime for the second occasion in a row. Don’t come yet, Lara. Giveyourself another minute of this! “Don’t you want it, Lara? Don’t you want me fucking you like you deserve?”
“I’m not fighting!” She sounded so pathetic, muffled by another woman’s body. “Please, ma’am, I’m not!”
