"So, exactly what are you planning to do, darling husband? Because so far your plan involves you and Sean being alone with one naked and vulnerable twenty-two-year-old and I am not ok with you having a threesome."
They had gone back upstairs to their own quarters in the West wing of the main house.
"Yeah, so about that. His middle name is Christopher. I can see calling him Chris for field work, you know when I'm just giving directives, but I mean the man needs something, I dunno more bad ass, for it the heat of the moment, when I'm barking orders. 'Chris' just sounds… too nice."
"Ken, you're deflecting."
"No, I'm not dear. Am I going to wind up touching her? Yeah, sure, of course I am. But that's not the end goal. You can be there if you really want to be, but I think that will just make the entire dynamic more uncomfortable. I'm not going to do anything that I'll lose sleep over."
"Ken, that's not very reassuring. You're comfortable doing lots of things that would make most people be unable to sleep for weeks."
"Miranda, you're my one and only, relax. Do I need to remind you that I'm going to have to stand there why you practically drool over a twenty-three-year-old with a perfect body getting himself off? This works both ways, my dear."
"Fine," she said, with a little huff. "Besides, you can't go getting yourself off because I have some surprises for you."
"Some?" he sought to clarify, definitely intrigued.
"Uh-huh," she answered, as he took a step towards her and licked his lips. Oh, she knew that look alright. "Ken," she said with warning. "I'm going to show you the surprises, but they're for later."
He took three more steps towards her. "I am nothing but a patient man."
Miranda started to shake her head at her husband, but he was already upon her, pulling her into his strong arms and kissing her deeply. She hoped he never lost his unique ability to take her breath away.
"Ok, easy, down boy," she said with a laugh, wiggling out of his arms to shimmy behind him. Succeeding, she placed her hands over his eyes. "Walk with me, dear."
"Oh, I like this game," he said, allowing her to guide him down the hall. "Let me guess, the back room's finished."
Miranda let out an audible groan, trying to surprise her husband with anything tended to be an exercise in futility. He just knew her too well. She dropped her hands from his eyes and grabbed one of his hands to lead him down the hall instead.
She had decided to add to their living space with a previously unused area in the back Southeast corner of their rooms. It seemed to have been originally designed for storage. She hadn't let Ken in on the planning or construction, ensuring him that she knew he'd be more than happy and wanting to surprise him. She had wanted there to be an additional area for their extra-curricular activities. They entered the space and Ken was impressed and even a bit taken aback by what she had chosen. It was a small room, but upon entry there was a sitting area with two black leather chair and half's that were easily big enough for a couple to comfortably sit together in, facing a large television and entertainment area. To the left the entire back wall had been covered in black leather in an intricate design. There were a couple of padded leather benches of various styles against the side wall and a lot of built-in storage drawers. There was only one small window, and it had a heavy curtain on in. The room was very intimate, and it practically screamed its intent. "Whoa," he announced.
"So, I thought we'd be able to watch movies, either alone or with another couple, periodically, probably Malone and Tina, at least. And," she started, crossing the room to the leather clad wall. He followed her. "Look at this."
Ken wasn't sure which part he was supposed to be looking at. The wall was 'cool', the designs in slants and crosses. Oh, wait, crosses. Sure enough, the design culminated in one large X at the center.
"Turn around," she instructed. She backed him against the wall and pulled one hand up to the top of one point of the X. Holding his wrist against the leather, she flicked a hidden spot on the wall that flipped around to reveal a metal D-ring. Ken about melted into the wall. His little hellcat had had the workmen install a friggin Saint Andrew's cross, hidden in an intricate design in the black leather.
"Oh, fuck, honey," he groaned at her. She smiled back at him, wicked intent written all over her smug face. "Did they know what they were installing?"
"Well, the upholsterer did most of the leather work. The chairs are custom, too. I needed them big enough to be comfortable for two people but still cozy. The concealed hooks I had the same carpenter that did the ones on your desk do these. You know we had to tip him to keep his mouth shut when he did the desk, and I paid him extra again, but I'm sure at least some of them figured it out."
"Yeah, it's subtle, but it's not that subtle."
"So, when you get back later, maybe we can have our own fun."
"How about now?" he asked, stepping towards her.
"Uh-uh," she turned, moving away from his grasp. "First, I need to show you the rest of the surprise. Second, unlike our plan for Sean, I want you to be as hard up as possible. When you get back to me, I want you desperate."
Ken groaned at his wife's teasing. "Fine, what else you got?"
She pulled open a drawer, sliding out a pair of black leather pants.
"Really?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow at her.
"Oh, come on, try them on. I had them custom made. They should fit you perfectly and the leather is butter soft, they conform and move with you. You can wear a black t-shirt when you go to Sean and Shelly, and when you come back up to me, you can change the t-shirt for these."
Ken looked in the drawer at the remaining items. There were a set of thick black leather wrist cuffs and a chest harness with a center D-ring. They were meant to worn by a dominant, not a submissive. Miranda was obviously looking for it. He kissed her cheek.
"Only the best for my dungeon master," she laughed with a smirk.