Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Since the visit with his parents, Chris had been withdrawn.
Kate had given him time and space to come to terms with whatever had transpired between him and his father, but a week was enough.
Now it was time for him to come clean, but he wasn’t answering their calls, and his only text to them both had stated he needed time alone.
She faced Yvonne as they sat in front of Chris’s condo in Kate’s bright green Mustang. “Are you ready for this?”
“Yes, Mistress. On the weekends he’s ours. Besides, we gave him all week, and he needs to talk about what happened.” The young blonde sounded fierce and determined. Good. Kate felt the same.
After they rang the doorbell and knocked several times, Chris opened the door. He looked disheveled in ancient sweats and was stooped like he was in pain. He made an effort to straighten when he saw them.
“Didn’t you get my messages? I’m not going to the club tonight.”
Kate shouldered past him into the house, and Chris turned to watch her, letting Yvonne slide past him into the house as well. Nice move, subbie!
“Kate… wait… Yvonne?” Chris sounded both desperate and frustrated. Kate turned and faced him with her hands on her hips and challenge in her eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it again, and shut the door behind him with a soft click.
Kate studied him. How to get through to him? Pleasure or pain or…?
Yvonne whirled around and threw herself in Chris’s arms.
“I missed you, Sir,” she said loud enough for Kate to hear. Chris stiffened for a moment before pulling Yvonne closer to him and letting out a shuddering sigh. Aha! Kate smiled. Comfort first. Right!
Kate looked around. The condo was a mess.
Chris wasn’t a neat freak, but usually he took care of himself and his environment.
With quick strides Kate headed for the bathroom and started the shower.
She returned to Chris and Yvonne, who were still hugging, and kissed Yvonne in a silent thank you before pulling Chris with her.
Working with the cue she’d gotten from Yvonne, she would go with comfort first, then pain and pleasure, before she would make him talk.
Kate pulled him into the bathroom and slowly undressed him, while caressing him and pressing kisses on exposed skin.
“Strip, angel,” she said softly, and Yvonne immediately started to undress. Kate threw Chris’s sweats into the hamper, and with a swift smack to his butt she ordered, “Step in the shower with Yvonne and wait for me.”
Chris followed her orders wordlessly. Since their arrival, he’d barely spoken. It wasn’t like him at all.
Kate went into his bedroom to get clean clothes and rope.
When she’d last visited, she’d noticed strategically placed handles in the shower.
The man liked his bondage and not only in the bedroom.
As she retrieved the strands of hemp from his closet, she saw a collection of soy candles and grabbed two and matches to light them.
Both Yvonne and Chris now stood in the shower when Kate returned, Yvonne scrubbing Chris’s back. The room smelled wet, fresh, woodsy with a light floral note, and entirely masculine, with no more hint of Chris’s week-old unwashed body.
Kate lit both candles and stripped quickly before she addressed the girl, “Thank you, angel.” Yvonne turned her head, and her eyes widened as she spotted the ropes Kate held. “I’ll rinse him down.”
Chris stood statue-still, his hands against the wall and, at first, didn’t notice Yvonne leaving the shower stall and Kate entering.
Kate wrapped rope around his wrist in a practiced move, and his head jerked from its slumped position.
“Do you want to use your safeword, imp?” she whispered in his ear.
He hesitated for a moment and shook his head. “No, Mistress. Make me forget everything and let me just feel for a while.”
“I can do that, my darling boy. I can certainly do that.”
Kate finished tying his hands and rinsed the soap from his back.
When all the suds were gone, she tied him at the knees and ankles, his legs spread far apart, and turned the water warmer.
Kate aimed the spray between his legs, and he went on his tiptoes.
She pulled away the hose and stroked his buttocks and massaged his balls.
His cock was erect, the tip engorged and red.
Kate turned up the heat and aimed the spray repeatedly until the water was scalding hot and he was flinching away from it.
She closed the tap and lit the red candle.
Kate tested the wax on the inside of her arm, lowered the candle and did it again.
Soy wax had a low burning temperature, but sometimes added ingredients made the candles burn hotter, and Kate always checked before exposing her subs to wax.
Kate tugged on his sack, and Chris groaned.
“Push your ass out, imp,” she ordered.
Chris arched his back, and she let the first drops of wax fall on his buttocks, working in a circle, getting gradually closer to his balls.
When he was coated in a red heart-shaped form—who said she wasn’t a romantic?
—she lifted the black candle and repeated her actions, admiring the red and black drops against the pale skin of his ass.
Chris’s breathing had become ragged, and he had goosebumps all over his skin.
Kate stroked his shoulders and back to check, and the warm skin reassured and pleased her.
“How are you doing, imp?”
“G-good.” He shuddered, before he begged, “Please, please… touch my cock. I want… I need…” He couldn’t seem to form coherent sentences.
Kate grabbed his length at the base and stroked to the top. She swirled her finger around the tip and stroked to the root again. She repeated the action until his knees went weak and he leaned heavily against the wall.
Yvonne came back in, and Kate turned her way.
“I cleaned up the mess, but he has no food in the house,” Yvonne said softly.
Kate nodded. “It doesn’t surprise me, with the state he was in. We’ll deal with food in a bit. Let’s make him come and try to coax him into talking. I might need your help to support him, too.”
“Yes Mistress.” Yvonne stepped closer. “What do you want me to do now?” Kate loved how she was always eager to please and help.
“Our imp has been a good boy and deserves to come. Use your hands and mouth to finish him, angel.”
Yvonne stripped out of her bathrobe and climbed in the shower. She knelt in front of Chris, and their eyes met for a moment. While Yvonne worked his cock, Kate peeled off the layers of wax until he came in thick spurts of cum over Yvonne’s breasts.
Chris’s bellow of release was tortured, and Kate suspected it was more for the pain he’d felt during the past week than the power of his orgasm.
Together, they worked on the ropes, the knots difficult to loosen with the wet hemp, and lowered Chris to the thick towel Yvonne spread on the bathroom floor.
While Yvonne rinsed and put on her bathrobe, Kate dried and rocked Chris like he was a little child.
Yvonne joined them, and they helped Chris from the floor and walked to the bedroom.
After a short nap, Chris stirred.
“Angel,” she warned Yvonne, who pushed up to one elbow.
Chris opened his eyes and met Kate’s gaze. He maintained eye contact for a moment, before looking down and whispering, “I’m sorry.”
“For what exactly?” She sounded sharper than she liked, and realized she was a bit upset at him.
“For what happened at my parents and…” He looked directly in her eyes again. “And for the way I behaved after. I— I…” He scrubbed his hand over his face, and Yvonne squeezed his shoulder to show her support.
“What exactly happened at your parents, Chris?”
Chris needed to talk about it.
“Well, I— They.” Chris cursed low and pushed himself in a half sitting position against the headboard.
Kate and Yvonne nestled against his sides, and he pressed kisses on the top of both their heads and sighed.
“My parents have very strict ideas about what’s right and wrong.
I love them dearly, but their beliefs drive me nuts. ”
“They don’t approve of the lifestyle?”
Chris snorted at Yvonne’s question.
“For years Mom has been on me about settling down, finding a nice girl and so on. I guess when I called her and asked if it was all right for me to bring you two, she just heard what she was hoping to hear.”
“So,” Kate concluded, “when you showed up with two women instead of one, they were shocked.”
Chris nodded against her head.
Absentmindedly, she circled his nipple with a manicured nail, which elicited a shudder from Chris. “I think you—we—could have handled that. So, what did your father say that had you withdraw like this?”
Chris let out a heavy sigh, before he repeated his discussion with his dad. His father’s cruel words were horrifying, and Yvonne openly cried by the time Chris had finished.
Kate kissed him on the cheek and looked earnestly at the two people she loved. She grabbed Yvonne’s hand and rested her other against Chris’s face. “Do you want me to pull back? The two of you can have a ‘normal’ relationship to appease Chris’s parents.”
Chris’s “Hell no” fell together with “Echt niet!” from Yvonne, and both he and Kate looked at her strangely.
Yvonne clapped her hand against her mouth. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to speak Dutch. My words hold the same sentiment as Chris’s, though.” She smiled weakly.
Kate answered with her own smile. “At least we know you feel strongly about it. Normally, you only slip into Dutch when you’re in subspace.”
Despite the seriousness of their discussion, they all chuckled.
Chris cleared his throat. “I’m not ashamed for what we do or what we are. What I am. I love you both, and I need you both, and nothing, or no one will come between us.”
Yvonne and Kate agreed, and they all curled up and fell asleep together, content in each other’s arms. They might not have all the answers, but they had each other.