Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Kate and Chris were both off the week between Christmas and New Year’s, and the three of them spent most of the time together.
Sometimes they played, but mostly they talked—about their plans for the duplex, the wedding, the baby, and their various hopes and dreams. It was good for them to have extended time with little outside interference.
By New Year’s Eve, they were ready to connect with the world outside Kate’s home.
“The club is open. It’s been open all week. We really ought to go, especially after we ditched our DM obligations the other day.” Before Kate had finished her sentence, she was running through mental lists.
“Sure, but won’t Mitch or Scott try to rope us into working if we show up tonight?” Chris’s foot bounced. He’d never been a worrier, but the experiences with his parents had severely impacted him.
“Not if they don’t know we’re coming. Besides, we put in a lot of time helping out at the club. No one will begrudge us one night just for play.”
An hour later, Kate and Chris were setting up for the scene in the big room on the third floor.
“Angel, we’re in a mood to work you over hard.
Are you game?” Kate assessed Yvonne’s body language.
Her sub stood with her shoulders low, her hands open, and a small smile, wearing only her play collar, wrist, and ankle cuffs.
No clothes obscured her beautiful body, her slight baby bump, or her reactions.
“Yes, Mistress.” Yvonne’s blush was attractive, and her eyes sparkled.
Kate looked over at Chris, who grinned broadly as he pushed away from the wall and swaggered over to them. He held several lengths of rope, rhythmically whacking them against his thigh like a predator waiting for its prey.
Most definitely in Dom-mode tonight, just as Kate wanted him. It amazed her how well they fit together, and the way Chris seemed to know which side of him Kate needed.
Meanwhile, Yvonne watched how Chris stroked the rope with long, capable hands. Her blush had spread, and her breathing sped up. Kate smiled and gave Chris the sign to begin. He might be a Dom to Yvonne, but he deferred to Kate in every way.
“Safeword?” Chris caressed Yvonne’s body with an assessing gaze, lingering on her breasts before dropping to the slightly protruding belly.
“Appel.”
Chris rewarded her with a kiss and cupped the back of Yvonne’s neck, his hand with the ropes at her back, and plundered her mouth until her knees buckled. Kate laughed out loud in delight. Chris was carrying Yvonne out at the end of the night if a kiss already had her weak-kneed.
Chris led Yvonne to the high-backed wooden chair at the far corner of the room. On the opposite side was a scaffold, and next to the door stood a new spanking bench Kate longed to consecrate.
Barely audible footsteps neared and halted, Kate looked over her shoulder and gave Connor a nod. The Scot had the early DM shift. Connor grinned and tipped his head before sauntering to the next room. For a big guy, he moved quietly. Sneaky Captain.
Kate turned her attention back to the scene.
Chris had Yvonne secured to the chair and had woven the rope through the D-rings at her collar and cuffs and wrapped it around the wood.
Per Kate’s request, Chris had tied Yvonne’s legs wide apart, and Kate had a prime view of her glistening waxed pussy.
Next time, Kate would wax Yvonne herself.
Briefly, Kate wondered who would enjoy it the most.
Chris stood behind Yvonne and kneaded her breasts before rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
He rested his chin on Yvonne’s shoulder and said in a low, seductive tone, “Look at our Mistress, angel. See how she’s looking at your exposed pussy.
She’s going to take care of that juicy little cunt, isn’t she? ”
Yvonne locked eyes with Kate, and she couldn’t contain her smile at the mix of longing and apprehension on Yvonne’s face. “You’re ours, and you’re going to take everything we throw your way tonight.”
Kate knelt between Yvonne’s legs. She was known for her genital torture, and the involuntary twitch of Yvonne’s thigh muscles told Kate the submissive tried to close her legs, but Chris had done a great job in securing her.
If one activity existed that Kate liked even more than genital torture, it was a good mind fuck.
She leaned in to give Yvonne’s slit a languid lick.
Yvonne bucked in the chair in answer to Kate’s warm tongue against her sex.
Chris growled, “Hold still, sub. Our Mistress wants to feast on you while I torture your beautiful breasts.”
Kate used her hands to pull apart Yvonne’s labia to reveal the pink insides and her clit.
The little nub was hiding behind the hood, but it wouldn’t for long.
Yvonne’s pussy convulsed, and Kate lifted her gaze.
Chris had attached vicious clover clamps to Yvonne’s nipples and pulled the heavy chain connected to them.
Chris might not be a sadist, but he liked to play with breasts, and he loved to give Yvonne what she needed.
Another ripple of pleasure had Yvonne’s cunt spasming, and Kate pushed her face between Yvonne’s thighs.
Some Dominants found cunnilingus beneath them, but Kate found giving head or eating pussy extremely rewarding.
She pushed her tongue inside Yvonne’s sheath, and the submissive moaned.
Kate eased up a bit. No reason to rush; they would be here for a while.
Yvonne screamed as she orgasmed for the third time. She was still tied to the chair. Chris had removed the clamps, and her nipples throbbed and pricked as blood rushed back.
“No,” she whined.
Yvonne looked at the wicked Mistress between her legs.
Kate held Chris’s wrists away from Yvonne’s breast as she drank in the look on Yvonne’s face.
Kate wouldn’t allow Chris to alleviate the pain.
The idea that the Mistress made her suffer had Yvonne’s pussy producing even more cream.
She slowed her breathing and allowed the pain to wash over her.
Her pain belonged to the sadistic Mistress, and Yvonne would crawl over broken glass to please her.
Yvonne leaned her head back and met Chris’s solid leather-clad thigh.
As always, Chris’s presence balanced her, and the pain became easier to endure.
I love them so much! “Ik hou van jullie.” Yvonne didn’t know if she said it in English or Dutch. Wasn’t it strange, she loved them both? Yvonne let herself float on the heady sensations of love and subspace, disconnected from the world for a time.
It was like she was weightless and drifting on clouds, but that couldn’t be because she was tied to the chair.
Yvonne opened her eyes, and she was in the air.
What? What was happening? Yvonne relaxed when she connected the dots in her sluggish brain.
Chris was carrying her. She snuggled against his broad chest. Her man was so big and strong.
Like many Dutch women, Yvonne was tall, but next to Chris she felt dainty.
A soft feminine hand stroked her hair, and Kate kissed her cheek. “We’re not done with you, angel. Are you ready for more?”
Yvonne nodded against Chris’s chest. “Yes, Mistress. My body is yours.”
“Good answer,” Kate whispered in her ear before pulling on her nipple. Hard!
“She loves the idea.” Chris’s heartbeat was a steady lub-dub under Yvonne’s ear. “She’s gushing wetness all over my arm.”
Kate chuckled. “Oh yeah, our angel is a real pain slut.”
Yvonne squealed as Chris placed her on her belly on a spanking bench that supported her length, and the cold leather shocked her. She tried to get up, but an unforgiving hand at her neck held her in place.
“That just earned you a zipper,” Kate said in a low tone.
Wat?
Chris positioned her arms and legs and clipped her cuffs to the legs of the bench.
Kate moved away, and Yvonne tried to follow where she went, but the flogger Chris landed against her ass distracted her.
She tried to lift into the stroke but couldn’t because of the way he’d bound her.
She had to lie and take it, so she relaxed into the strokes—soft, soft, hard—a kinky foxtrot. Yvonne giggled.
Kate returned and fiddled with her breasts until they dangled freely on either side of the bench.
Chris dropped the flogger and was now kneading and caressing her butt.
Pinpricks of pain turned her attention back to Kate, who held a clothespin.
Chris pulled her buttocks apart, and a drop of warm spit landed on her exposed back passage.
Chris teased her asshole with a shallow thrust of a finger, and the sensations overwhelmed Yvonne.
She couldn’t move, had to take it. Yvonne rested her head on the leather.
They would take care of her; all she had to do was feel.
After Kate had decorated her breasts with at least two dozen clothespins, connected on a string, she pulled, and off they came in sequence, causing pain while increasing Yvonne’s arousal. Chris pumped her ass with two, or maybe three fingers, and Yvonne was desperate to come. Again!
Chris stepped away, and Kate moved in behind her. Another flogger hit her. This one bit into her flesh, and Yvonne recognized the eight-tail braided flogger. She loved and hated that one, and the need to come amplified.
“Oh, please, please,” Yvonne pleaded for permission to come, falling back into Dutch. “Alsjeblieft, mag ik komen?”
“Sounds like our sub is getting desperate.” Chris sounded amused.
Kate’s only answer was her bright laughter. Yvonne loved Kate’s melodic laugh and told her Mistress, “Ik hou van uw lach.”
“She’s deep in la-la-land.” Chris’s words didn’t make sense, but she could listen to him all day.
“Yes, let’s finish this part and give her a few moments before we move to the scaffold.”
Yvonne couldn’t take more, could she? “Nee, niet meer.” But she wanted it; she wanted it all and more.
“…safeword?” Kate’s question reached her foggy mind.
“Nee, geen safeword. Meer!” She shook her head against the bench. She wanted more, she did.
“Yvonne, angel?” Yvonne peeled open her eyes. Chris was kneeling in front of her. She smiled at him. “Je bent zo knap.” He was handsome, the most handsome man she’d ever seen.
“Angel, we need you to focus,” Chris insisted. Focus? “Can you answer us in English?” Engels?
The fog receded, and her surroundings became clear. Oh right, Club Indigo, Kansas City, Chris, and Kate. “Have I been talking Dutch again?”
“Yes, angel.” Kate pressed a tender kiss to her back, and Yvonne shivered in delight.
Chris stroked her hair. “Are you good to continue, or have you have enough?”
“Oh no, I’m good. I can take more, I want more,” Yvonne rushed to answer.
Chris gave her a sweet kiss and breathed against her lips. “Good to know because we want more, too. Kate is going to switch you, and after she’s finished, I’m going to take a paddle to your ass.”
“Sounds good,” Yvonne rested her head back on the leather.