She looked at the person they spotted earlier. They were probably in their late twenties. A sub allergic to shirts and wearing pants so tight Lara could see what they packed in their underwear.As if I’m not familiar with prosthetics, strap-ons, and all their cousins. This darling vixen with no discernible gender besideswhatever you want me to behad humble breastsin a hard, diamond-studded bra and the kind of snooty attitude that was a blast to boss around in the bedroom.They’re either completely compliant or a brat.Lara loved fucking both. Or being fucked by both, in this case.
Otherwise, they were a run-of-the-mill sub. Their eyes met Lara’s more than once, and she flashed them her most winning expression: Domme mixed with relentless slut.
“Look at you,”she put out into the world,“Some posturing object who doesn’t understand their only use is to please me.”She wrapped her hand around her partner’s leg again.“Do you understand that this is my partner? I make love to her all the damn time. She knows I’m looking at you. Do you know what that means? It means she wants a piece of you, too. You have no idea who you would be dealing with.”
“You would be into watching me bang some androgyne with a bigger fake piece than brain.” Lara glanced at her spouse, reveling in her confusion. “You think I would go down easy? You would be wrong, Kennedy Anderssen. I’d take what they’re packing like a pro, narrow pussy or not.”
“Maybe, just maybe…” Kennedy leaned farther in, her weight almost imposing. “It’s that ‘or not’ part I’m most interested in.”
“You know, sometimes you still manage to surprise me.”
“I could say the same to you, my sweet. Remember, you were the one who originally suggested this a long time ago.”
“Of course I remember. Sometimes, I’m stupid and think fucking any ol’ thing thrown at me is easy.”
“I wouldn’t say stupid. More like adventurous.”
“Hmph.” Lara clicked her tongue, but did not really feel like further admonishing her spouse. “And what do you get out of it? Besides my humiliation.”
“Humiliation? Please. Maybe I like the sheer look of surprise on your face when that kind of plaything first takes you.”
Shivers went down Lara’s spine. Whether they were sexual or not, she wasn’t sure at first. “It doesn’t bother you? I mean… someone else screwing me like that. I’m your wife.”
“I don’t know what that has to do with it. You’re your own sexual being. Surely, just having my usual tricks can get a bit boring. It’s not a bad thing for us to share this kind of thing.”
“You’re rarely boring, darling.”
“Appreciated. Although I’m not sure why you’re bringing this up now after so many years. You’ve been acting so strange lately.”
Had she? About this? “It’s not a bad idea to talk these things over once in a while. You know, check in and all that.” Lara rubbed her partner’s arm. “Tastes change. Our desires… well, they change, too.”
“What are you trying to say? That you’re not into it anymore?”
Me? Hardly.“What I’m saying is that just because you were okay with some other person fucking me whenever we last did it, doesn’t mean you’re down with the idea now. I love you, Kenny. I want you to be happy with me.”
A part of Lara felt weak. Wimpy. Selfish. Here she was, practically throwing herself at her partner. Emotionally, anyway. Didn’t Kennedy still love her? Didn’t she want to do all the things they used to do? Didn’t that fulfill her?Please, please… tell me that we have enough thrills to keep you with me.Lara couldn’t handle finding out her partner was cheating because she needed that thrill of hiding something from her. It would destroy her.
“I am happy with you. I’ve been the happiest freak on Earth these past twelve years.” Kennedy kissed her cheek, motioning to the one they both lusted after. “You’re freaking me out a little, Bunny. I can only imagine what you have planned.”
She didn’t have anything planned, but Kennedy didn’t have to know that.
“Stay here and let me work my magic.” Lara handed her the wine and stood up, letting her feet carry her across the room and to the young twenty-somethings surrounding a small table full of drinks. Her eyes remained on the masc specimen who was packing the biggest model on the market in their tight pants.Wish I had kept my drink.
They looked back at her, their laughter abruptly ending the moment they realized that Lara only had eyes for them.
“Scram,” she told the other subs. “I saw the Domme posse come stalking in a few minutes ago. I’m sure some pussy awaits you there.”
The others glanced at each other before getting up. Although Lara was not their Domme tonight, she was definitely Domme enough to make them obey. And if she wanted them to leave her alone? They damn well would!
Left with the young sweetheart she had been eyeing for the past few minutes, Lara sat next to them, her body language inviting and words even more so.
“You seem like the type looking for a good time tonight.”
They sat up straight. They may be a sub, but they were still human, and Lara was used to these younger types flexing their (nice, very nice) moves even if they didn’t realize it.I was graduating high school when they were born, I would bet money on it.All right, maybe middle school.Fifth-grade pageant?Did it matter?Not in these situations, it doesn’t.
“I am looking for whatever a good Mistress provides.” The shirtless specimen reached forward, pouring Lara a small amount of craft beer in a clean glass. They offered it to Lara, who took it to be polite even though she wasn’t a fan of beer.
“And what name do you offer a Mistress who comes your way?” Lara huffed. “Or do you prefer to have your Mistress give you a name for the night?”
