Chapter 25 #2
Kate laughed. He loved the sound of her laughter. It was melodic and full of life. “True. And, how are you?”
“Great. Never came so hard in my life, I think.”
Kate nodded with twinkling eyes. “A parachute does that to a man.”
Chris frowned at her. “That was a nasty thing to do.”
“Yep.” Kate’s smiled unrepentant. “Speaking of nasty. I need to remove some jewels.”
Oh, fuck!
Before Chris could react, Kate snuck her hand between him and Yvonne to unclip the first nipple clamp.
Blood rushed back in the abused nub, and Chris shuddered.
With Yvonne in his arms, he could do nothing but endure.
He locked eyes with Kate, and she drank in his suffering and pain, while he received strength from her.
“Beautiful.”
She went for his left nipple with her right hand, and he almost begged her not to touch it. Another burst of pain hit him. Holy…
Kate captured his mouth in a hot kiss, and Chris moaned.
“Help me with Yvonne,” Kate ordered, and Chris blinked.
Oh, of course. Kate needs to remove her clamps as well.
“Turn her a bit.”
Yvonne muttered a slight protest as Chris obeyed. At least, it was a protest from the tone, since he still couldn’t understand a word she spoke. Maybe he should learn Dutch?
Chris returned to the task at hand. With one large palm, he captured Yvonne’s wrists behind her back, holding her still for Kate’s ministrations.
The sadist undid the clamps on Yvonne’s nipples at once, and both Kate and Chris bent their heads to suckle softly on the tortured tips.
Yvonne’s back arched and she moaned, “Oh, mijn God, oh mijn God, oh God.” Chris grinned against her soft plump breast. No translation needed!
“Brace yourself, angel,” Kate warned before she unclipped the labia clamps, and Yvonne let out a tortured sound as blood rushed back into her delicate tissues. Kate pressed a firm hand against Yvonne’s pussy and made a shushing sound.
Chris let go of Yvonne’s wrists and cradled her head against his shoulder. “You’re all right, baby.” He rocked her like she was a little child. “Relax. It’s going to be all right.”
“Can you carry her to the couch?” Kate patted his thigh.
Chris tested his legs and nodded. “Hold her a moment for me.” Kate took Yvonne, and he ignored Yvonne’s whined, “Nee,” which she had told him was ‘no’ in contrast to ‘ja’ which meant ‘yes.’
Dutch wasn’t so different—they just had a funny accent.
He lifted Yvonne from the floor and carried her to the couch off to one side. Chris accepted a bottle of water from the side table, but when he went to lift it to Yvonne’s lips, Kate made an admonishing sound.
“That one’s for you.” Kate held another bottle. “Let me take care of Yvonne.” A harsh slap and a low feminine moan pulled their attention to the contraption, and Kate smiled. “Let’s enjoy the show. Connor looks like he’s ready for a good whipping and fucking.”
Chris settled in with the women, who’d become increasingly important in his life.
While he and Kate spoke quietly, they gave Yvonne time to return while they watched the man in kilt and leather vest circle his wife.
As skilled as Kate, the fierce Scotsman landed stroke after measured stroke, before he surprised her into orgasm with a well-delivered stroke of the strap against her pussy.
Impressed with the scene before them, Kate checked her subs, who seemed happy and satisfied. Time to claim her reward from them. The throne upstairs would work fine. Kate guided Yvonne and Chris where she wanted them and ordered Chris to kneel.
“Unzip my dress, angel,” she ordered Yvonne while she turned her back to the girl. Yvonne helped her out of the dress, and Kate stood tall and proud in knee-high black velvet boots and a green lace bra and panty-set which brought out the color of her eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” Yvonne whispered in awe.
“Why thank you, angel.”
“She’s right, Mistress,” Chris said. “You both are.”
Kate smiled at the kneeling man. He really was a sweetheart, and it amazed her how well their arrangement seemed to suit his needs.
Chris looked as comfortable on his knees before her as when he controlled Yvonne.
No one would mistake him for a submissive in any other context, but Kate could soak up his obedience like her plants absorbed sunlight. She forced her focus back to the scene.
Kate took off her bra and shimmied out of her panties. “Yvonne, tonight I want you to discover if you like pleasuring another woman. Are you comfortable with that?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Yvonne answered, before she turned her gaze to the floor. Kate used her index finger to lift Yvonne’s face. As the sub made eye contact, Kate raised one eyebrow, and Yvonne added, “I’m nervous about doing it wrong.”
“Oh, angel.” Kate smiled. “You won’t do it wrong—you have a pussy yourself. Just start with what you like. I’ll help with instructions, as necessary, but there’s nothing that I want more right now than to feel your soft mouth on my pussy.”
Yvonne blushed a pretty pink.
Kate held out her hand to Chris, and he rose from his kneeling position. She caressed his cheek and pressed a kiss to his lips. He wholeheartedly reciprocated, before she looked him in the eyes. “I think I’ll let you start.”
Chris smiled and winked before bending to lift Kate from her feet. She managed to hold in a startled scream—it would have undermined her status as Domme—but a surprised sound did escape, and Chris grinned down at her, before depositing her on the throne. Kate looked up at him. Up?
She gave him her sternest look. “On your knees, imp.”
Chris chuckled and pulled Yvonne closer, before kneeling at Kate’s feet.
Chris caressed the soft velvet of her boots with both hands and Kate bemoaned her decision to keep them on. She wanted the feel of him on her skin. Chris teased his hands up and down, testing her resolve.
“Please scoot down a bit and spread your legs, Mistress. Show us your pussy, and let us worship you,” Chris directed, his eyes sparkling. She held his gaze before getting into position.
He was so smooth he could talk the panties off a nun! Kate didn’t mind him giving her an order, but she needed to keep a lid on it.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged hard enough to sting. “You better eat my pussy like a pro, or I’ll add another week of no orgasms for topping from the bottom.”
Chris tried for a contrite look, but his grin ruined the effect. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good enough. Continue.”
Chris pressed his lips to the inside of her knee and butterfly kissed his way up her leg.
Kate addressed Yvonne. “As you can see, he builds anticipation and is testing my reactions. Some women like it hard and fast; most prefer a little build-up. I’m in between.
If I’m in the mood for hard and fast, you’ll know it.
” With her last words she grabbed Chris’s head and pressed him against her pussy.
He instantly started to eat her out with enthusiasm.
Kate leaned her head back and gave in to the pleasure his mouth brought her, his lips velvet soft in contrast with a stiff, wet tongue that probed her entrance.
A tentative smaller hand stroked her leg, and Kate turned her gaze to Yvonne, who had scooted closer and watched Chris’s mouth working his magic with rapt attention.
“Kiss me, angel,” Kate ordered, and Yvonne rewarded her with a sweet, slow kiss. When they broke the connection, Kate tapped Chris’s head. He looked at her with adoring eyes and made space for Yvonne.
“Look how wet, pink and swollen our Mistress is for us. Go ahead, angel, kiss her pussy,” Chris directed.
Yvonne bent forward and pressed her lips against Kate’s labia.
Her slow, careful touch was erotic. Kate stroked her own breasts as she enjoyed Yvonne’s exploration, while Chris stroked her legs and thighs. Yvonne’s tongue circled her engorged clit, and Kate hummed her appreciation.
“I can feel the muscles in her legs tighten. Keep doing that,” Chris instructed.
Yvonne nodded against Kate and increased the pace, licking around the small bud before sucking it into her mouth. Kate let go of her breasts and gripped the armrests.
“That’s it,” Chris encouraged.
Kate held her breath as her world shrank to the man and woman between her legs and the wonderful sensations fluttering through her system.
Kate tried to hang on for another moment before letting the wave of pleasure wash over her.
She was vaguely aware of Chris hugging and kissing Yvonne, while she enjoyed the aftershock and let go of her responsibilities for the moment.
As she settled from her orgasm, Kate thanked each with a deep kiss, and they wiggled and scooted until they all fit together. They snuggled with Chris on the throne, Kate and Yvonne on his lap until Yvonne’s eyes started drooping.
“Ready to go home, lovelies?” she asked and rose from Chris’s lap.