If Ken were cheating on her, their marriage was over. No buts. No forgiveness.
I don’t want that… Lana stood in the front hall of the mansion she bought with her husband years ago. This was her home. This was her past, her present, and hopefully her future. Why would she give this up unless she really had to?
She no longer flippantly thought of a divorce to mix things up in her life. That was absurd. First she had to find out if her fears were for naught or a reality. Until then, she would assume that everything was fine. Lana was good at separating emotions like that. The next time she saw her husband, she would pretend that nothing was amiss. Although her eyes would try to see all, and her ears would be on top of everything.
Ken was going to come home to the nosiest wife in the universe.
Chapter 6
“I Don’t Expect You To Understand.”
“There she is,” Lana said, relieved. She flagged down someone on the other side of the main room of The Dark Hour, the elite BDSM club she and Ken were regulars at.
“Finally, she has a friend.” Ken teased his wife, but he wasn’t far off the mark. Lana didn’t have many people she considered herself close with. Ken was her best friend, all things considered. She got along with her sister, but Inid was one of the most vanilla women in the world when it came to sex and gender expression. The other women Lana knew in her social circle were often put off by her brash mannerisms. There were few women, usually Dommes, who could put up with Lana’s brand of socializing for more than ten minutes.
Elle Hernandez was one such woman.
She approached, sashaying like a goddess in her white miniskirt and the gold chains hanging from her long neck. Big, bold and brown hair fell in curly waves, caressing the woman’s tanned skin
“Lana!” They exchanged kisses before sitting in their corner of the VIP lounge. Leather stretched and creaked beneath them as they rearranged their bodies and said their pleasantries. Ken gave them some privacy and spoke with an acquaintance on the neighboring couch.
“It’s so good to see you around,” Lana said. “It’s been much too long.”
“Two months. Chicago has been keeping me busy.” Elle halved her time between their city and Chicago, although she spent most of her time in Chicago those days. “I’m home for the holidays. Too bad, because I would rather hang out here than spend my time at my mother’s.”
“Ain’t that the truth?” Christmas was a little over a week away. This would probably be the last busy night for The Dark Hour until the New Year’s party. Even Lana, who finally made Christmas present arrangements for her extended family, was starting to pack for her and her husband’s trip upstate in the coming days.
“How are things? Still kicking ass and taking names?”
“Of course.” Lana flagged a server and ordered a double of what she already had. “I wouldn’t have my life any other way. Someone around here has to represent the pussy-having business side of things.”
Elle laughed. “If I had half the business tenacity that you do, I would probably join you in that. As it is, I can barely balance personal and public. I haven’t dated anyone in three months. Hoping I can score some ass tonight.”
Lana looked around the room. “I think you’ll have your choice of studs.” On a busy night, there were always unpaired male subs wandering around, looking for a boot to lick and a strap-on to ride. Or somewhere in between. Elle was a popular Domme who usually had her pick of them. Something Lana quickly brought up before her friend could change subjects.
“Oh, I hear it’s even easier now. Dommes pairing off left and right, leaving us single ones with all the hard cock we can swallow.”
“’Tis been a big year for romance in the kink scene, that’s for sure.” Even if old, established couples broke up, new ones popped up to take their places.
Two of them came by now, since Ken couldn’t contain himself and invited them over the moment he spotted them.
“Lana,” Ian Mathers, dressed as if he came from a business meeting said in acknowledgment. His recently cut hair was striking in the dim lights of the club, but nowhere near as striking as his arm candy, the filthy rich and beautiful Kathryn Alison. The two of them were a fellow switch couple, although from Lana’s bored understanding, Kathryn did more submitting than her boyfriend. Tonight, however, nobody had a collar or leash on, and Kathryn greeted Elle Hernandez with a big, vibrant smile and a loud voice. Apparently they knew each other well.