Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Chris joined them, and she lost interest in Sonja as her Dominants sandwiched her.
She’d come to care immensely for them both in a short time, and sometimes it scared her.
A small voice in the back of her head reminded Yvonne her stay in the States was only temporary.
She shoved the nagging voice out of her mind and tapped along with the beat of Titanium.
“You like David Guetta?” Chris leaned closer.
“I like a lot of music.”
“Do you have any favorites, angel?” Kate asked.
Yvonne grinned and bobbed her head. “I do, but I doubt you know them.”
“Try me,” Kate challenged.
“Racoon and Kensington.” Yvonne enjoyed the questioning faces. “They’re Dutch bands, so you probably never heard of them.”
Kate narrowed her eyes. “You’re right, I haven’t. I’d like to hear their music later, though. I’m curious about what you like.” Kate smiled. “But now, let’s play.”
Kate and Chris rose as if choreographed, and Chris lifted Yvonne off the barstool. Of course, he used the opportunity to steal a kiss, and Kate chuckled behind them.
“Don’t get too distracted, my lovelies. I have plans for both of you,” Kate warned as they followed her to a new apparatus in the main room. It reminded Yvonne of the peace symbol but had an added horizontal bar at the top and an adjustable platform at the bottom.
After both she and Chris stripped, Kate bound Yvonne to the horizontal bar with her arms stretched out to the sides.
In addition, she stood on the small raised platform with her legs attached to the side poles and spread wide.
Heat circulated through her lower half. Play with either Kate or Chris was amazing, but to experience them both at the same time was out of this world.
“Okay, Chris, you can play with your favorite body parts while I play with mine,” Kate ordered, and Chris grinned before latching on to her right nipple and massaging her left breast with his work-roughened hand.
Kate settled on the rolling swivel stool between her thighs.
Yvonne’s legs tugged against the restraints involuntarily.
She wanted what Kate would give her, but she couldn’t shake her trepidation.
A nasty pinch to her labia had her gasping, and Chris lifted his head in alarm.
“Chris,” Kate admonished with a pinch to his naked butt, and his eyes brightened.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Next time you get distracted and let go of a tit you get three strokes with my paddle.” Kate’s tone was matter of fact, like she was reading a stock market report.
Yvonne could swear the man waggled his threatened butt.
Chris might not be a serious masochist like she was, but he did like the discipline Kate dished out.
Kate rose and smacked his butt several times, and Chris groaned with his teeth around Yvonne’s nipple.
The delicious pain shot straight to her throbbing pussy, where the initial pain had dulled but hadn’t left completely, and Yvonne now recognized what had to be genital clamps.
Kate loved to torture pussies, cocks, and balls. Luckily, Yvonne loved being tortured.
Kate plucked at her clit and toyed with a finger around the clamps before returning to the top of her vagina and teasing the hood. Kate hummed in agreement as Yvonne bucked against the restraints and moaned.
Kate took a pair of clover clamps with dangling stones and applied them to Yvonne’s nipples.
Chris’s earlier attention had her nipples deep red and puffed already.
Kate tightened the clamps and stroked the undersides of Yvonne’s breasts as she adjusted to the pain.
It was as if a current ran between her clamped nipples and compressed labia.
Yvonne reveled in the pain, but her pussy felt empty, and she longed to be fucked.
Kate pressed a kiss to Yvonne’s lips then turned her focus to Chris.
Yvonne followed her gaze and had to swallow hard.
Chris stood facing Kate and her with his cock fully erect, waiting for instructions.
Kate pulled another pair of nipple clamps from her pocket and teased his nipples before attaching the clamps.
Not as accustomed to pain as Yvonne was, Chris struggled to remain still through the initial pain.
This was the reason Kate hadn’t bound him before torturing him this way.
She was a Sadist through and through, and the struggle would be half the fun.
Kate sat on her chair again and wrapped his balls in leather straps and hung weights from them—a parachute. Would Chris like it? Her breathing sped in anticipation as Kate continued by sheathing his straining cock in a condom.
When Kate had Chris as she wanted, she turned him toward Yvonne and had him move close to her.
Yvonne trembled with barely contained lust and anticipation.
When they stood almost against each other, Kate took each of Chris’s hands and cuffed them to the bar next to Yvonne.
Firmly, she reached between them and guided Chris’s cock into Yvonne’s soaking pussy.
Yvonne’s head dropped back in relief as her spasming pussy was filled.
Chris moaned as another contraction rippled through her cunt, and she made eye contact with him.
“Don’t move, either one of you.” Kate’s voice was loud and stern. “I’ll take care of that part.” She turned toward the couch where the onlookers kept a respectful distance and signaled Connor. “Captain, would you join me now, please?”
Hardcore Sadist Connor rose and turned to his wife Suzie. “Why don’t ye sit up here so ye can see the action? Remember to be a good girl, and ye might get a taste of the strap later.”
“Promises, promises.”
Yvonne didn’t miss Suzie’s smirk, and she was certain Captain Connor would punish her later. She was also positive Suzie would love every moment of it.
Connor did something to make Suzie squeak and spoke firmly. “If ye want the strap, ye need to behave.”
He grabbed his toy bag and was with Kate in moments. They conferred too quietly for Yvonne to hear, and Connor pulled out a strap which matched Kate’s in thickness.
“Now, my pretties,” Kate addressed the audience, “this is called whip-fucking. I’m going to whip Chris while Captain Connor does the same to Yvonne.
The last one to come wins the prize. What prize you ask?
” She paused for effect, and Yvonne swore she could have heard a needle drop in the silence.
“The privilege of going down on me later. The loser won’t get another orgasm for at least the next week. ”
Laughter came from the audience, and Kate and Connor positioned themselves opposite each other.
A fierce lick of pain seared Yvonne’s bottom before pleasure hit as Chris was rocked into her.
Pain and pleasure alternated as Kate’s strokes drove Chris against her and his erect cock into her core.
Kate and Connor started slightly out of rhythm, but both quickly adjusted to the beat of the music, and they alternated strokes on and off the beat.
The leather seared her bottom with as much skill as Kate was handling the tool, and Chris grunted every time he was rocked into her.
The jewels pulled at her nipples, and the clamps on her labia jarred with the beat.
Sensation overloaded her system, and her cheeks felt wet while at the same time her orgasm built. She wanted to look at Chris, but she couldn’t seem to open her eyes. All coherent thoughts fled as she gave in to the pleasure of being hurt and fucked at the same time.
She couldn’t hold back,
She had to. She couldn’t stop…
Was this heaven or hell? Yvonne bore the blissed-out expression of being in subspace, and her wet, hot cunt sucked on Chris’s dick every time he pulled out. The weights on his balls couldn’t prevent them from tightening, ready for release.
“Please, Mistress, may I come?” He wasn’t too proud to beg.
“You can come anytime you want, imp. You just have to pay the price in denial later.” He couldn’t see her face, but sadistic pleasure dripped from her words.
She pushed her slender hand between Chris and Yvonne and loosened the strap around his balls.
The rush of blood that shot to his groin sent tingles up his spine as he shot his load into the condom in long heavy spurts that didn’t seem to end for ages.
Chris swore he saw stars, and for a moment his legs threatened to give out. He leaned heavily against Yvonne.
“Now look at that.” Kate’s voice oozed satisfaction.
“It’s a tie. Two winners and two losers.
” High heels clicked against the hard-wooden floor.
“What’s a Domme to do? I guess I get to have extra fun later, and these two can wait until next weekend for a chance to orgasm.
” Fucking Sadist would make sure I have a severe case of blue balls at the end of the week!
Kate unbuckled his hands and helped lower him to the ground.
The room came into focus as he was wrapped in a blanket.
Connor had released Yvonne, and she sat close to him buried deep in her own blanket.
Chris immediately moved to hold Yvonne in his arms. She was still deep in subspace.
Kate started to put things away and clean, but Connor waved her away to take care of her charges while he dealt with the area.
Yvonne snuggled against Chris’s chest, mumbling in Dutch, which was strangely endearing now he knew what it was. He had no idea what the words meant, but Yvonne falling back to her native tongue was a sure sign she’d enjoyed herself.
Kate crouched before them and held out a bottle of water. Chris tried to coax Yvonne away from his chest to give her fluids, but she clung to him like a baby monkey to its mother. Sweet sub. Kate’s tender expression robbed him of breath.
“How’s she doing?”
“Speaking Dutch.” Chris’s lungs expanded to their fullest. “Always a good sign.”