Kennedy was at her desk, back toward the office door. Lara quietly latched it behind her. Her spouse only kept a meager fire beneath the stone mantle and the soft glow of her desk lamp. Glasses graced her head – Lara could see the black frames behind her ears from all the way by the door.
She said nothing as she approached her hardworking wife. Lara let her hands announce her arrival, wrapping over both of Kennedy’s shoulders and giving a light massage.
“You need to come to bed if you’re getting up so early,” she said into the top of her partner’s head. From that angle, she could see the specks of steel gray emerging after working so hard for so many years. Kennedy was only near forty, but most of the members in her family grayed earlier than this. Lara looked forward to it – a little. There was something about someone with steel-gray hair making love to her with raw, experienced passion that turned her on.At least something is turning me on right now.She blamed hormones. It was better than facing the truth – that perhaps Kennedy wasn’t enough anymore.
Lara sighed as she rubbed her spouse’s shoulders.
“I’ll be there soon. I need to finish this up and then unwind.”
“By the time you’re done unwinding, it’ll be midnight and you won’t get enough sleep.”
“Oh, well.”
Lara pressed her thumbs into Kennedy’s shoulder blades. “Hurry up, then.”
“Keep touching me like that, and I may be able to kill two birds with one stone.”
As she pulled folders toward her, perusing images of properties, Lara continued to massage her shoulders and upperback. In any normal marriage, this would be nothing more than a moment of one spouse taking care of the other. Except they weren’t normal. They weren’t vanilla. Everything they did in intimate moments was laced with kink.
Lara could easily slip into dominant or submissive, demanding or serving at a moment’s whim. In public, she preferred the more domineering persona, including with her wife, but in private, she had no issues giving a well-deserving person everything she needed to feel better after a long day at work.
It also helped that the longer she touched Kennedy, the more Lara awakened to her dormant sexual desires.We haven’t had sex in days. While not unusual, it did disconcert her after a while. In the early days of their relationship, they had sex every single day. Sometimes more than once. And “early days” meant as late as two and a half years. Unsurprisingly, it was marriage that eventually slowed them down. Marriage and going into business together. Suddenly, they were in their thirties and more tired.
Lara still thought they had a healthy, voracious sex life. She craved Kennedy’s touch, Kennedy yearned for her. Other people came and went, but they were each other’s constant. Not justbusinesspartner, but life partner.
Or so she told herself for years. As of late, as many calls to her cousin and lawyer could attest, she second-guessed everything about her marriage. There was going through the motions, and then there was trying to improve things. She didn’t have the energy for either now.
When Kennedy flipped the folders shut, she let out a sigh of relief. When she pulled a key from her pocket and opened the top drawer to deposit it for safe and confidential keeping, Lara ran her fingers through that thick head of hair and asked whyshe didn’t put the folders in the second drawer, since this one looked stuffed full of business crap.
“I’ve got other things for safekeeping in there.”
“Oh? What?”
Kennedy slammed the drawer shut and locked it. “Nothing that would interest you.”
What?
Her spouse leaned back in her chair, pulling her vape from her front pocket. Lara moved away before she inhaled whatever scent Kennedy puffed on tonight.I suppose it’s better than cigars.Maybe that’s what Kennedy kept hidden in the second drawer.That’s going to drive me crazy now. She and Kennedy did not keep secrets. When people asked them how their relationship remained so seemingly strong, that was her answer. “No secrets. We tell each other everything. I know where all of her things are, and she knows mine.”Apparently, it was bullshit.
Knowing there might be something between them made Lara do certain things. Like trying to futilely get into her partner’s good graces, even if she was already in them. The mind didn’t always know that.
“My darling is so weary.” Lara leaned against the desk, loosening the sash of her robe and opening it enough to show Kennedy how naked she was beneath. “She should lie back in her chair to enjoy her cigarette.”
Those eyes bore into hers. Determined, almost spiteful. Kennedy was the only one who would not flinch under such a gaze. She held it with her own, pushing back in her chair and taking the first drag of her relaxing smoke. Cherries. Itwouldbe cherries.
“And my wife should do many things.”
Lara pulled open the top of her robe, exposing her hardened nipples to the warm air of her spouse’s office. It turned on the part of her brain that told her to serve.
Some women lived that life. Every day, their Doms and Mistresses came home, expecting to be waited on, to be served. Lara was not one of those women. When she chose to serve her spouse, it was with nothing but love. Foolhardy love, perhaps, but love, nonetheless.
She thought she felt love inside her as she eased down onto her knees and ran the palm of her hand over Kennedy’s thighs. The chair slightly shifted to let her legs open to Lara, who didn’t yet know what she would do, but she at least wanted toteasethe one she was convinced she adored. It also helped that her touch made Kennedy groan on her vape.
“Tell me what you like,” Kennedy grumbled on her device. “Know your place, but tell me what you like.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lara unzipped her, fingers dancing over the soft cotton of Kennedy’s briefs before finding the warmth beneath. She had felt and seen this body a million times in her life, but now, more than usual, she had to make Kennedy think it was as good as the first time.
She also had to give herself over to the headspace of servitude. She wasn’t just Kennedy’s wife. She was hertrophy. The hot, sharp woman Kennedy plucked from some promising company and made hers. The first time they had sex, she slammed Lara into the bed and took her so hard that tears fell from her eyes. Not tears of pain or fear. Tears of relief that she had finally found someone who could satiate her hunger more than usual.
