She eased them open.
“Show me your cunt.”
Cunt. Lara loved that word. It was right up there with “bitch” in her favorite things to call herself and the parts of her body. Other women danced around the harsh vulgarities. To a point, she understood. They weren’t interested in reclaiming the terrible things society had called them for generations. Lara didn’t mind. She would do it. She would look her spouse in the eye and tell her to call it her cunt, especially when she intended on taking it forhers. God, hearing those harsh sounds fall from Kennedy’s lips and growl in her throat made Lara feel the right amount of belittled and controlled.
She pushed her hand between her legs and once again opened herself. This time, however, it was to her wife, her Domme.
“Is this satisfactory?” she asked with only a hint of sarcasm. Lara couldn’t help it. Sarcasm was her natural speed. “Or should I give you more?” She rubbed her clit, moaning, feeling her fingertips grow wetter the more she stimulated herself in front of Kennedy’s eyes.
“I want to hear you beg for it, Lara. Beg for your punishment.”
“Please…” She pressed her breasts against the desk, reveling in the coolness against her nipples. “Punish my cunt, ma’am. I’ve been misbehaving.”
“What did you do?”
Lara sucked in her breath, gazing at a stack of papers awaiting a signature. “You know what I’ve done, ma’am.”
“Now, Bunny, I want to hear you say it.”
Did she have to? This was probably a conversation best had when they weren’t having sex. “I doubted our marriage long enough to call my cousin again.”
“What else? I’m sure you’ve been misbehaving in other areas.” Kennedy teased her wet entrance with the tip of the glass toy. “I want a full confession, Lara.”
She snorted. Like hell she was going in that deep – unlike somebody else. “That’s it for today. Now fuck me before I…”
“Before you what?”
Lara threatened to back onto the toy.. “Before I do it for you.”
She expected Kennedy to pin her down and make her behave. Instead, she tapped Lara’s ass and said, “Your eagerness precedes you. You know what they call women who can’t wait to get punished in the cunt, right?”
Ah, yes, one of Lara’s most favorite games. “Why, I believe they call them sluts.”
“The word slut has never suited you, Bunny. Pick a different one.”
She gritted her teeth with a smile. “Call me a whore.”
“You always go for the most scandalous words, Lara.”
Muscles tightened as she craned her head over her shoulder. “That’s one of the reasons you love me, baby.”
“You definitely make it interesting.” Kennedy grabbed her hips and brought her onto the glass toy, the length filling Lara, pushing deep, deeper until she was gasping against the desk. Her knuckles were already white from squeezing way too damn hard.
Kennedy gave Lara two easy thrusts. Then she showed her no mercy.
“Shit!” Lara slapped a hand against the desk as the toy attempted to take her by surprise. “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Kennedy was the kind who was way too composed when she did her wife. When they were like this? It turned Lara on like nothing else. If anyone was taking control of her, it better be someone who only growled when she fucked like this. Lara didn’t have room in her life for people who lost it the moment they started fucking like famished idiots.
“Fuck me, Kennedy!” Her body was pushed against the desk, her breasts trapped against stained oak, and her pussy stretched to its meager limits. “For the love of God!”
This was what a few days without sex did to her. Turned her into a screaming banshee.“That’s right, Lara.” Kennedy wasn’t louder than her, but Lara could hear her, and that was all that mattered. “Take it.”
She grabbed Lara by the sides, pulling her up far enough to slip her hands beneath the robe and clutch her breasts.Oh, no, I’m taken. Her spouse behind her, inside her, in front of her… if Lara was going to bottom for any woman in the world, it was one who knew how to do this to her… who knew how to tame the wild tigress she saw herself as.
Kennedy’s thrusts increased. Soon, Lara was wet enough for her to take her so hard that she heard nothing but the sounds of her body receiving pleasure.Oh my mother fucking fuck fuck!She balled her hands into fists and pressed them against the desk.
“Punish me, ma’am!” She lived for this. For the sheer amount of attention she received from Kennedy, that toy stretching her open and claiming her innermost chambers. Her hands all over Lara. Her breath increasing, as she refused to let her go. “Fuck me!”
