A Fragile Wife: Billionaire Romance (17 page)

All the ice around her heart melted. Lana saw the man she loved. The man she wanted to keep pleasing. The man she was afraid of losing, whether through design or through her own machinations.

“Keep your hands off me.” Before, Lana was ready to rub herself all over this man, to give her husband a taste of his own supposed medicine. But when she felt that tug at her heart, she no longer wanted Caden as a person. She wanted him as a
body.
Lana was telling the truth when she said she wanted a man with one function only. Well, she would damn well treat him that way. And knowing most male subs around that club, he would love it as long as he got what he ultimately wanted.

Her.

A few curt words.

Everything in between.

Sex.

Lana didn’t offer any paddles, crops, whips, or cock rings. She did, however, offer a scenario that made most men she encountered too excited to bear. Hence the hard cock she encountered when she opened those tight jeans and unleashed the very thing that made her legs push together.

“Well, look at this.” Lana had no shame grabbing Caden’s shaft and showing off his ridiculous erection. The man wasn’t just well endowed. He was a behemoth. Even the most hardened Domme would raise her eyebrows and get out extra lube from looking at that thing.

And Caden knew he had something
unusual.
He grinned at the way Lana looked at him. He even spared Ken a glance, the man with a perfect poker face. What he thought of Caden and what he was going to do to the woman of the room? Not even Lana was 100% sure anymore.

“You’re a big boy, aren’t you?” While Lana cooed in her new man’s ear, she sent the old one a signal they had used a hundred times over the years: she held up her left hand, wrapping her other hand around it and gesturing until Ken reached into the condom bowl and tossed his wife one. She almost missed it. “You wanna fuck me with that cock, Big Boy?”

Whether sub or Dom, men couldn’t keep themselves from smirking like they owned the universe when women asked them that question. “If it pleases you, Mistress.”

“Not just me. You need to please my husband too. He wants to see me fuck huge cock. You’ll see why soon enough. First…” She unbuttoned the front of her blouse, letting her breasts fall free from their casements so the warm, inviting air perked her nipples and let her feel a new wave of arousal through her body. She would need all the inspiration she could get. “You need to please me and get me wet. Can you do that, Big Boy?’

She spent this whole time stroking his length, in awe over how big he grew in those few moments.
This man could be a porn star.
Shave him all clean and pretty, fluff him off set, and then sick him on a little hot young thing who had a pre-stretched pussy.
That’s not me.
The idea made the whole situation hotter. Caden could have any woman he wanted with this monster. Yet he decided to go with Lana…
and
her husband. Even if the men never touched, there was no denying that they were both a part of this experience.

“You got it all under control, hon?” Ken asked from his chair. He continued to smoke, his eyes never leaving his wife’s form.
I can feel his adoration from here.
The feeling she felt for over ten years now. Maybe he really did still love her that much…

“Control? I always have everything under control.” Lana ran her hands across her nipples and then Caden’s hard, strong chest.
Ah, youth.
“I’m not opposed to you egging me on, though, dearest husband.”

“I always knew you loved the sound of my voice.”

Lana leaned down, licking her fingers and wetting the head of Caden’s cock.
Whelp, time to break my jaw.
“Don’t be a stranger over there.”

What Caden thought of this… who cared? The man was about to get a blowjob from an aggressive woman. He had nothing to complain about.

“Look at you go,” Ken said in a soft drawl. “Nobody sucks cock like my beautiful wife.”

Spurred on by her husband’s comment, Lana sucked on the tip of Caden’s cock. “And look at my husband,” she murmured on another man’s dick. “Watching his wife play the whore.”

“Honey, when my cock is a rod in my pants, you can be as loose as you damn well please.”

She dared him. “And when your cock
isn’t
a rod?” Caden’s scent was starting to get overwhelming, which was distracting, since Lana wanted to concentrate on her husband’s presence.

“Even when it’s not a rod, baby.”

Sure.

“Fuck,” Caden groaned, his hips thrusting slightly upward as Lana attempted to take more of his thick girth into her mouth. “I mean… forgive me, Mistress.”

“She’s busy,” Ken barked. “Be quiet.”

Be still, my loins.
Even when she was also in charge, she could never get enough of Ken’s Dom voice. It made her bolder, opening her mouth to take in as much as she could.

It hurt. It was uncomfortable. But it was so hot that she knew she didn’t want to do anything else right now.

“That’s right, baby. Take that man’s cock.”

Oh, she would. She could only go down halfway, but by then Caden had filled her mouth and half her throat.
This is so ridiculous.
Her hand wrapped around the base of the man’s shaft, squeezing, stroking, trying to get him to the point of coming but not quite.
He better not blow his load before I fuck him…

Before she could do that, she had to make sure she was wet enough. As she sucked, stroked, and pushed her body to strange limits, Lana reached between her legs and tested her current state of arousal. It had begun, but was nowhere near where it needed to be.

Ken must have noticed this as well, for he said, “You are so hot, Lana. When they say the word maneater, they are talking about you, in every sense of it.”

His deep voice sent liquid down her fingers. Lana pressed one into her slit, touching her clit and feeling shivers take her over. She sent her husband, still sitting as if he were the most disinterested man in the world, a glare that would hopefully encourage him to continue.

“How did I get so lucky having a woman like you for my wife? It’s ridiculous how perfect you are for me. Not only are you absolutely stunning, but you share all of my appetites. You’re strong, you’re resilient, you don’t take any shit when it’s flung at you. Watching you scare men into submission, literally and figuratively, is the hottest thing alive. Whether I’m letting you on top of me or slamming my cock into you from behind, all I can think about is how much I love you and want to do this forever.”

She believed him. That belief not only made her quiver from head to toe, but it made her lift her lips from Caden and say, “Do you wanna take me right now, Kenneth? While I devour this huge cock?”

“Do I? Yes. Fuck, yes. I want to pull you onto my cock while you suck that guy’s. I want to see that pretty black outfit and blond hair in the most exquisite spit roast in the world. We’d live like kings.”

Lana laughed. Caden wasn’t laughing. He was leaning back, dying from the oral stimulation his Mistress provided.

“Except I won’t right now. Because I want you a very specific way before I take you. I want to see that stranger you barely know fuck you wide open. I want to see the sweet agony on your face as you struggle to take that ridiculous thing.”

Why am I so wet?
Normally this kind of banter didn’t get her
this
wet. Not as much as performing for her husband did. Yet there was something in Ken’s voice, in his words and mannerisms – or lack thereof – that made her so damn hot that she could barely control herself. She wanted to slip one, two fingers into her body, fucking herself until she came, moaning uncontrollably on this man. Not very practical, however. Especially when she had other things to accomplish that night.

That still didn’t explain why she felt the way she did.

Because he’s dominating me.
That realization settled in like a plague in her mind. She may be controlling Caden, but Ken was controlling
her.
This was his scenario. His fantasy.

This all played into the mind games he orchestrated.

He wanted to see his wife, Lana, be debased and God knew what else with this total stranger with a huge dick she couldn’t take on most nights, let alone tonight.

He wanted to hear her cry out in pleasure, in pain. He wanted to watch her go to another plane of existence, with or without him. For the love of all that was good and pure, Ken Andrews wanted to watch his wife
get
fucked, not fuck!

There was a difference. A difference Lana was apparently more than ready to play into as she felt arousal drip down her fingers. She was as ready as she was going to get.

“All right, Big Boy,” she said, sitting up and slapping the inside of Caden’s thigh. “You’ve been so good and such a perfect sport. It’s time for you to claim your prize.”

Before she could draw her knees onto the bed and get into position, however, her husband ripped off his tie and tossed it to her. “He doesn’t get to look at you,” he said, stern. “Only I do.”

Quivers.
Quivers.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“That’s my girl.”

His girl.
Even now, so many years later, it sometimes felt too good to be true. How could this man be so in love with her? Was it real? Lana didn’t often believe in fate, but if such a thing brought her together with her husband, than she was willing to trust it for at least one more night.

Tonight, she belonged to him. She didn’t need a collar or wedding vows to prove that to herself and the world.

I want to please him. I want acceptance.
Lana looped her husband’s tie around Caden’s face, blindfolding him. At this point, Caden would agree to about anything, let alone a little sensory deprecation. The moment the man could no longer see her, Lana ripped open the condom package… and laughed.

“Excuse me,
sir,
” she said, tossing the unused condom into the trash across the room.
I should’ve been a basketball player.
“You are seriously underestimating this man.”

Ken reached into the condom bowl again, this time pulling out a bigger size. “I was hoping you would say that.”

How many women could say they had a husband who found this hot? How many husbands wouldn’t get jealous? Whether of their wife being with another man… or how big that man was? Ken had never worn an XL condom before, Lana was pretty sure. Didn’t stop him from lusting after the image of his wife taking an XL dick.

“I knew you would like this,” Lana muttered, rolling the latex down Caden’s long cock. “All right, Big Boy,” she said, louder. “You’ve got one job. Fuck me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I said
be quiet
.”

The fact both Ken and Lana said it at the same time surprised no one.

Caden wasn’t here as a third wheel. He wasn’t even a person in this moment. He was a tool, full stop. A tool that lived to serve and be used.

Which was good. Because there was only one man Lana answered to at all, in any situation… and he was sitting a meager few feet away, vapor curling around his head as he watched his wife get on her hands and knees, facing him.

She could have given him a side view. She could have given him the porn treatment and let him see as much penetration as possible.
I want to look into his eyes.
Lana’s fingers curled around the edge of the bed as she opened her legs and felt Caden situate himself behind her.
Because he’s looking right into mine.
This was their moment, as husband and wife.

Poor Caden. He had no idea what he was dealing with, emotionally… or physically.

“Ah!” Lana had half a mind to turn around and swat the man trying to push his thick dick into her. “Watch it!”

Funny thing, being a woman of her standing in this situation. At some point she had to transform from Caden’s Domme to her husband’s sub. And that moment came when Caden pushed one whole inch in, Lana’s body stretching its damndest in order to accommodate something it was
not
used to.

Her body had to relax. She had to mind over matter the situation. She was Lana Andrews. People knew she could handle anything that came her way. What was one measly cock?

“That’s it, baby.” Ken’s voice kept her grounded through this tiresome scene.
Good, because this hurts.
Lana sucked in her breath and willed herself wider, feeling this other man’s heavy cock slowly slide into her. “Relax and take it. You’re so beautiful.”

He said that, but Lana didn’t feel very beautiful. She felt ridiculous, her knees sinking deep into the bed as her knuckles turned white enough to scare a doctor. The only way she was getting through the initial burst of discomfort was by regulating her breathing and focusing on her husband not so far away.

He was her rock. And now? He was the man getting off on watching his wife turn into the type of woman she begged him to call her during sex.