Kennedy managed a wan smile. “I’d offer to give you another round, Bunny, but I really need to wash up and turn in. I’ll fuck you again tomorrow.”
Lara stepped forward, licking her fingers and patting down a tuft of Kennedy’s hair. “You’ll fuck me whenever I damn well please, whore.” She could throw that right back at her. With a pat to the cheek, Lara moved away, tying her robe close to her body. “Good night.”
Kennedy watched after her with an unreadable look. Was she wistful? In love? Bored? “Good night, Bunny. Be there soon.”
Lara twiddled her fingers before opening the door and stepping out into the hall.
An empty cup dropped at her feet.
“Uh…” Chloe stepped back, the tray slammed against her breasts. “Excuse me, ma’am… I was going to… give Ms. Anderssen…”
“Sure you were.” Any good feelings Lara had dissipated the moment she saw this tart standing outside the door.She was listening to us.She had to contain a smile. Lara did love a good game of exhibitionism. Too bad she didn’t care much forher maid or the constant thoughts she had of Chloe going into Kennedy’s office for the sole purpose of giving her something.Like her pussy, probably. That’s my job, you useless…
“I’ll be going. Good night, ma’am.” Chloe scurried away. Too bad. If she had stuck around to watch Lara saunter down the hall, she would’ve had a great view of the sensual mess making its way down to her ankle.I need another shower. Ugh.
Finally, Lara released her cackle, letting it echo in the wide halls of the house she paid half for.This is my half. The rooms full of debauchery and marriage-crumbling mind games belonged solely to the Queen of Kink.
Chapter 3
“Nice Ass, Ms. Anderssen.”
No time like the present to get some vitamin Dwas something Lara always thought when she had nothing else to do and the day was warm enough for a bikini. So early the next day, she dressed in her favorite black two-piece and wandered out back to the pool, where Kennedy did her twenty laps of butterfly strokes.
She had forgotten Kennedy was due home already, let alone after lunch. After her early morning meeting, Kennedy texted saying she was canceling her afternoon appointments to spend much-needed time at home. Lara had hoped that meant some time for her, but here they were, on opposite ends of the earth, even though they were only a few yards away from each other.
“Oh, my gorgeous cut of prime meat,” she said, aware that Kennedy couldn’t hear her as she stretched out on a lounge chair. Lara lowered her sunglasses and draped a barely-theresheet over her. “Making all of that noise when all I want to do is relax.” She should have brought her Bluetooth speaker.
Or at least her e-reader with the fancy ink that let her read in the sunlight. Not that she knew what she would read. The last time Lara read a novel was at least two years ago. Who had time? If she read, it was things like The New Yorker or Reader’s Digest. Or articles on the internet. Sometimes she wondered if she had ADHD, since her ability to concentrate on the written word was next to nothing.Yet I come so easily. Her sister had ADHD, and the main thing she always griped about was taking forty-five minutes to come because she kept getting distracted during sex.If I had that problem, I would die.
Good thing she didn’t have that problem.
With no peace and no distractions, Lara stared at the sky, catching the few clouds that made their way in the big, blue expanse that was the cosmos.That one looks like a tree. When she turned her head, she changed her mind and decided it was a mushroom.That one’s a vagina.Never let it be said she wasn’t focused on only one thing.
The incessant splashing stopped in the pool. Lara glanced over, catching the exact moment her spouse heaved herself out of the water and onto the edge of the pool. Her black swim bikini bottoms clung to her muscular thighs – oh, and her butt, too. Lara whistled as she walked by, bending over another lounge chair to pick up a towel.
“Nice ass, Ms. Anderssen.”
Kennedy draped the white terrycloth over her head and walked to where her wife lay, sunning herself. Or at least until her partner blocked out the sun. “Nice tits, Mrs. Anderssen.”
She gestured to Lara’s cleavage sticking out of her bikini top. “These old things? I need to get my spouse to buy me a new pair.”
Water droplets landed on Lara’s stomach as Kennedy shook her out her wet hair. “I’m sure she would if you asked. Although I hear you can buy them for yourself.”
“It’s not the same. I’d feel more special with fake tits from my partner. How about for our anniversary?”
Kennedy looked at her incredulously. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not.”
“What? No.”
Before Kennedy could open her mouth again, a young voice pealed through the patio.
“Ms. Anderssen!” Chloe scuttled out in her flats, waving a stout package in the air. “The mail came, and this was rushed to you!”
Kennedy tossed her towel aside, bestowing Chloe with the full force of her muscular figure in nothing more than bikini bottoms and a sports bra-esque top. The girl stopped dead in her tracks, gaping at her, box hanging at her side.
“The package?” Kennedy asked, holding out her hand.
“Oh, yeah.” Finally, Chloe stepped forward. Kennedy snatched the package from her as if it were nothing.
