“We can hardly keep up.”
Lana settled on the loveseat between her husband and the mistress. Grace poured a glass of ice water and offered it to Lana, but she declined. “The girls must be kept busy.” She glanced at Grace, who didn’t flinch or say a word. She merely served, as she was paid to do right now. “Or have you hired more?”
“Not yet.” Monica leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and finally letting go of her rigid stance. While nobody in that room would say they were friends, they got along well enough. Monica probably felt a kindred spirit in Lana, even though they were on opposite ends of the Dom/sub spectrum. While Lana considered herself a switch with a more Domme-like public persona, Monica was a lifestyle submissive through and through. She was even the fiancée of lifestyle Dom Henry Warren, a man Ken and Lana did frequent business with. In exchange, they were not charged extra for the double-patronage of Miss Grace, even though Monica was well within her right to milk more money out of the rich Andrews.
Lana didn’t chat with lifestyle subs much. Monica was different. She was also a shrewd businesswoman who made her own money independent of her wealthy fiancé. That Lana could respect wholeheartedly.
She also liked her. And after seeing her perform with Henry Warren at the club a few times… well, maybe she had a sexual crush on her as well. I couldn’t give her what she wants, though. Neither could Ken. Not even the two of them together could satiate the kind of submissive appetite Monica Graham had.
“How is the wedding coming along?” Lana asked, afraid to let the silence continue. Grace got up, turned the corner of the sofa, and stood behind her patrons. One hand snaked across Lana’s shoulder while the other stroked the back of Ken’s neck. Good girl. Lana had to contain a smile of pleasure. “I hear it’s going to be the event of the season.”
“Just what I need. More pressure.” Monica politely looked away as Grace’s hand descended Lana’s chest and stroked her through her red turtleneck. Pretty little fingers played with the pendant hanging around Lana’s neck. Ken gave me this pendant for my birthday last year. It was a gold finch, Lana’s favorite bird.
She looked at her husband, currently enjoying his glass of scotch and another woman’s hand combing through his hair.
Grace knew how to please them, that was for sure. For the past few months she had learned the idiosyncrasies of her patrons and put them to her advantage. Example: she knew that they got off on being treated as one sexual unit. So she always, always made sure to show them an equal amount of attention.
Even so, Lana spent most of that night staring at her husband being felt up by another woman. For the first time in a long while, she felt a pang of jealousy. Fuck that bullshit. She looked back at Monica and said, “I suppose it’s the price you pay for marrying one of the most eligible bachelors in the region.” She placed her hand on Ken’s arm. “That would’ve been my Kenny if I let him stay single for much longer.”
“That’s right. You’ve been married what, ten years?”
“Yes. Coming up.” Lana removed her hand and shrugged Grace’s off. “A Christmas wedding for our families. Nothing on the scale of what you have planned.” Anyone who was anyone was going to Monica’s wedding that upcoming February. At least she was the type of woman who could handle the pressure. Especially if her Dom commanded it so. “Seems quaint to look back on it.”
“I’m sure it was lovely.”
“She wore a red and white garter,” Ken chimed in, stealing a glance at his wife. “The most beautiful white gown any man has ever seen. Cheeky of her to wear something Christmassy beneath it. Felt like unwrapping the most perfect gift.”
Lana looked away, hiding her blush. It wasn’t even my idea. It was her sister’s, insisting that she do something festive for her wedding clothes. I only cared about the cake and the sex that night. Ken had not disappointed her. He took her in ways she didn’t know a husband could take his wife – all while making her feel so incredibly loved that she swooned all through their honeymoon.