A Fragile Wife: Billionaire Romance (6 page)

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.

“I can only hope to have such a grand marriage as you two have.” Monica’s smile was genuine, although still demure as was her nature. “You’re practically legends.”

Neither of them pressed for a reason. Having someone young and nubile like Grace feel them up while they spoke was enough reason on display.

“Thank you,” Ken finally said. “No marriage is perfect or easy, but Lana and I make it work.” His hand curled over her crossed knee. “I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side.”

Those words would usually make her blush more, but Lana suddenly entered a moment of self-doubt.
Those sound like stock words, Kenneth.
Did her husband hide those kinds of words up his sleeve to use when it was best? Like now? There was a reason some people in the real estate world called him Silver Tongue Andrew. He knew how to charm the pants off a snake.
He’s charmed mine off enough times by now.

Monica couldn’t spend much more time with them, not with a busy business bustling with life that night. After she paid her respects and whispered something curt in Grace’s ear, Monica saw herself out.

“And how are you, Kitten?” Ken asked, turning every ounce of attention to the mistress. “It’s unfortunately been a couple of weeks since we last chatted.”

Grace wrapped her arms around his shoulders and bent down low to his ear. Yet she spoke loud enough for Lana to hear as well. “Anything that may have been bothering me is now nothing, sir. A visit from you and your lovely wife is all I need to feel better.”

“And the other men you’ve fucked in our absence?”

Lana could never help herself.

Grace stood up, unfazed. She was probably used to Lana’s inquisitions by now. “None of them compare to Mr. Andrews, ma’am.”

Liar.
Grace slept with a good number of men. Even if not now, at least through her life. So for her to pretend that Ken was the best dick of her life was more than absurd.
I’ll take her saying I’m the best woman, though.

Yet Ken was placated, his male ego stroked as well as his cock usually was. “You’re always so crude, Lana,” he gently reprimanded. “If I don’t mind other men touching our Kitten, then you shouldn’t either.”

“Who said I minded? It’s your dick, dear.”

His hand tightened on her knee. “Lana.”

“What?” She feigned ignorance with the best of them. “It’s the 21
st
century. Who said a woman had to be confined to one cock? Or a man to one pussy, for that matter?”

“Nobody. You’re the one inferring things.”

Lana closed her lips before they had an altercation in front of the mistress. That didn’t mean Ken won the argument, though.

“Bunny,” her husband said, growling into her ear while Grace looked on. “You’re tense. Luckily you’re in the perfect place for releasing those urges you’re holding in.” He leaned back again. “What will make you feel good, my love? You’ve got your pick tonight.”

“I do, don’t I?” Lana glanced at Grace, who waited expectantly for an order. “Get over here, Kitty. I want to pet you.”

Only Lana could make a phrase like that
not
sound cheesy and lame, as evident when Grace responded with alacrity. She stood in front of Lana, hands folded in front of her as she tried to contain a smile.
A liar would say she doesn’t like spending time with us.
Grace didn’t put up with their whims and demands simply because of the money. Lana guessed the mistress hadn’t faked an orgasm since they started this mutually beneficial relationship almost a year ago.

“Kneel.”

Lana sat up straight while Grace obeyed and Ken looked on, hand still on his wife’s knee. “I knew you were in that sort of mood tonight,” he murmured into her ear. “I had hoped.”

I know.
Ken, like his wife, was a switch. One of the only male switches Lana knew, let alone one of the only male switches who encouraged his partner to be as domineering as possible.
That’s one of the things I love about him.
Not ashamed. Never embarrassed. Ken loved exploring even the strangest kinks, even if he decided he didn’t like them afterward. Even on the rare occasion something flubbed during sex, like coming too soon, going flaccid for no reason, or saying something to kill the mood indefinitely, Ken didn’t let it get to him. It probably helped that his wife didn’t care either.
Men go soft. They come. They say stupid shit thinking it’s sexy when in reality you want to kill them for saying it.

So for her husband to sit there, commenting on his wife’s growing dominance around another woman, told her everything she needed to know about this situation.

“Show me your tits.”

Lana curled her fingers over the edge of the sofa as Grace pulled down the front of her little black dress and showed them the goods they’d seen a million times. Sure enough, those tiny brown dots she called nipples were there – and hardly excited to say hello.

“You don’t look excited for us to be here,” Lana said, bathing in the attention her husband suddenly gave her. “What’s going on with those little nubs of yours? Make them hard.”

Grace bowed her head and inspected her own nipples. “I don’t know why, ma’am. I always look forward to your visits.”

“Do you think I give a shit? Those nipples are soft and I want them hard. Get to
it.
”

Her husband’s hand had a death grip on her knee. When she covertly slipped her hand between his legs, she discovered him half erect already.

“Yes, ma’am.”

While Grace deferred to Lana and stimulated herself, the woman in charge pretended to be disinterested to keep up her Domme façade. In truth, she was interested. In everything.

Grace was becoming aroused before her very eyes. Not to mention her husband, who would be on the verge of wanting to do them both within a few more minutes. As for Lana? She came here expecting kinky sex. She was wet when she walked through the front door.

“Look at this slut, Kenneth,” Lana said, squeezing her husband’s cock. “I don’t know how we’re not bored with her yet. We’ve taken her every which way. The both of us.”

“Thank you for the reminder.”

Yeah, I bet you needed it.
Lana rarely knew how a night at the Château would turn out. Sometimes she came in with whips blazing, pushing both her husband and mistress around in an attempt to cuckold them both. Other times she begged for Ken to fuck both her and Grace as if they were nothing to him. Once in a blue moon they both took Grace at the same time – and once, when Ken was one of the most relaxed his wife had ever seen him, he let her peg him in front of someone else.
It’s a good thing we pay this woman to be silent.
Not that half the kink scene didn’t know the Andrews took it in all their holes from each other, but still…

“You keep her around because you like her, Bunny.” Ken kissed his wife’s throat. “I picked her out with only you in mind.”

True. Ken had his fill of the mistress first, months ago. It had been a kink of theirs for some time, and when the Château opened, it seemed like the perfect time to fulfill the fantasy. When the announcement came that Monica was hosting an opening weekend for prospective patrons to get to know the girls, Lana practically demanded that her husband go up and try one out. It was one of the only times they had sex with others separately.

Lana was not surprised when she met Grace. She was everything she liked in a submissive woman. In fact, she was informed by multiple sources that Grace was a natural submissive, whereas other girls at the Château preferred to dominate. Lana didn’t need that competition. If she were getting a mistress with her husband, then that young woman’s job was to be their
toy.

Young, perky, obedient, and willing to take whatever they threw at her. If Lana wasn’t careful, Grace would end up falling in love with them both. Bad enough they had rented her for the weekend more than once to keep her chained up in their bedroom, ready to serve either one of them whenever they wanted.
Those are wild weekends.

Now, however, she only had one thing in mind.

“What do you think, Husband? Is she pretty enough?”

The growl vibrating against her skin was so animalistic that she nearly feared Ken turning her over on the couch and fucking her right there.
That’s not allowed in here, Kenny. We need to go upstairs.
“You both are,” he said.

“I’m talking about her, though.” Lana gestured to the breasts on display before them. “Do you want to fuck those tits? Don’t think I’d mind seeing you come all over them.”

Grace sucked in her breath, which only made her breasts more prominent.

“Or maybe I’ll do it first. Push this girl over and come all over her skin. Would you like to see that?”

“I want to see whatever you want, dearest.”

“Hmph.”Lana shook him off her and stood. “Cover yourself up, Kitty,” she said to Grace. “Before you make my husband pop.”

“I would never.”

“You would,” Lana snapped. “I wouldn’t hold it against you, though. Just save one for me.”

Grace pulled her bust up and led her patrons from the Receiving Room. The staircase was only a few feet away, and by the time they reached the second floor, Ken already had his arm completely around Lana’s torso.

“Show at ten,” he muttered, nodding toward an open door.

He wasn’t kidding. There, on full display, was another young woman tied up in her bed, a man in a black mask smacking a crop against her pussy and forcing orgasms out of her.
Did he pay extra to keep her door open?
A man after Lana’s exhibitionist heart.

Grace waited outside her room, smiling as she unlocked the door. “For you two, I’ll leave the door open for no extra charge.”

“That’s right, sweetie,” Lana said, putting her hand on Grace’s shoulder and teasing her cheek with hot breath. Feeling this woman, who couldn’t be more than fifteen years her junior, shudder beneath her stature made Lana wetter. “You don’t charge us for lots of shit you should. I bet your madam loves that.”

Grace held a finger to her lips. “What Madam Monica doesn’t know…”

“Don’t be coy, Kitten.” Ken helped himself into the bedroom. “We know there are cameras in here. Why do you think my wife always gets fucked in the same spot?” He stopped in front of Grace’s king-sized bed. “She wants to make sure the cameras capture her best angle.”

“It’s true. In another life I would’ve been a porn star.” Probably.

The door was closed behind them. The moment it latched, Lana drew Grace into her arms and kissed her pretty lips.

“That didn’t take long,” Ken said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He removed his jacket and tossed it onto the nearest bench. “You have a good appetite tonight, Wife.”

Lana let her lips linger on Grace’s before shoving her back. “I bet you’d like to watch me with her, huh?” She yanked one of the dress straps down Grace’s arm, a hint of those nipples – hard, this time – coming into view.

“I don’t mind watching you fuck almost anyone.”

That was a lie. They joked that Ken was omnisexual, but he still got his rocks off hardest over two women going at it. He may have picked out Grace because he knew his wife would like her, but it wasn’t like
Ken
didn’t like her either. He often dropped hints that he liked watching them have fun together.
At least I know what to get him for his birthday.
Earlier that year she treated her husband to a full lesbian Dom/sub show, complete with strap-on in every hole it could go. Grace earned her session bonus ten times over that night.