by Karen Nappa
“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 the smirk on Suzie’s face, 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 of 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 and sensation overloaded her system.
Her cheeks felt wet at the same time her orgasm built and she wanted to look at Chris, but she couldn’t seem to open her eyes. All coherent thoughts left her brain 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 …
Is this heaven or hell, Chris wondered? Yvonne had the blissed-out expression of subspace on her face and her wet, hot cunt sucked on his 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 the longest time. 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. Wrapped in a blanket the room came into focus. Connor had released Yvonne, and she sat close to him buried deep in a 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 cleaned the area.
Yvonne snuggled against Chris’ chest, mumbling in Dutch. He found it 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. He looked at Kate and she took his breath away with the tender expression on her face.
“How’s she doing?”
“Speaking Dutch.” Chris’ lungs expanded to their fullest. “Always a good sign.”
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’s hand had snuck between him and Yvonne and unclipped 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.”
Her right hand went for his left nipple 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 mutters a slight protest as Chris obeyed. At least, he figured it was a protest from the tone, since he still couldn’t understand a word she spoke. Maybe I 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 hold of Yvonne and he ignored Yvonne’s whined, “Nee,” which she had told him was ‘no’ in contrast to ‘ja’ which meant ‘yes.’
Actually, Dutch isn’t so different, they just have a very 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 come back, and 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. They 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 th
em 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 Chris 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 lifted 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 and lifted 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 at her. 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’ head and pressed him against her pussy. He didn’t miss a beat and 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 a contrast with a stiff, wet tongue that probed her entrance.
A tentative smaller hand stroked her leg and Kate turned her gaze at Yvonne. She had scooted closer and watched Chris’ mouth working his magic with rapt attention. “Kiss me, angel,” Kate ordered, and Yvonne rewarded her with a sweet and slow kiss. When they broke the connection, Kate tapped Chris’ 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 and careful touch was erotic. Kate stroked her own breasts as she enjoyed Yvonne’s exploration, and Chris’ hands stroking 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 in her hands.
“That’s it,” Chris encouraged.
Kate held her breath and her world shrunk 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 and Kate and Yvonne on his lap until Kate noticed Yvonne’s eyes drooping.
“Ready to go home, lovelies?” she asked and rose from Chris’ lap.
She woke as content and warm as a kitten in a heap with its siblings. She lay cuddled against Chris’ chest with Kate pressed at her back, a slender arm slung over Yvonne’s waist. When she opened her eyes, Chris was awake and watching her.
“Good morning, angel. Sleep well?”
Yvonne yawned and jiggled her head. “Very.”
Kate stirred behind her. “I’ll bet you did. You seemed extremely tired, yesterday.”
Yvonne nodded again. “I was, but I feel well rested now.”
“All right.” Kate pressed a kiss to Yvonne’s temple and leaned over her to peck Chris on the lips. “Why don’t you take a shower, while I make breakfast?” She winked, and Yvonne’s body tingled with anticipation. She enjoyed morning sex; morning shower sex followed by a breakfast someone else cooked? Absolute heaven!
Kate climbed out of the bed and Yvonne rolled to her back to stretch like a lazy cat. She watched Kate pulling on a comfortable camisole and panty set. Kate looked sexy whatever she wore, whether dressed or undressed. Yvonne realized she was smitten with the other woman. She might not be so straight after all.
Kate noticed her lingering glance and paused. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll strip and climb back in bed. Don’t you have a catering job in a few hours?”
Yvonne shot upright, and Chris chuckled beside her. He held out a hand and pulled her with him as he rose from the bed. They followed Kate out of the bedroom, turning to the bathroom as Kate headed to the kitchen.
“Towels are under the sink,” Kate called over her shoulder before she turned around the corner and disappeared from sight.
Yvonne almost lost her balance when Chris tugged her into the bathroom. He let out a hearty laugh and turned on the shower. Unable to be mad at him, Yvonne pulled out a couple of towels before joining Chris in the oversize shower stall. Big wet hands gripped her hips and pulled her against a thick erection. She wiggled against him wantonly, her nipples puckering against his bare chest. Chris bent his head and claimed her mouth. His morning stubble abrasive against her face but his lips soft and malleable. Yvonne moaned into his kiss, and Chris shifted his hands to her buttocks. Yvonne jumped and wrapped her legs around his middle, the tip of his stiff member against her pussy lips.
He sunk his cock deep into Yvonne, with a well-practiced thrust of his hips and groaned, “It’s never felt this good before, baby.”
Yvonne had to agree. Sex with Chris was always great, but today he was warmer and softer – different. Maybe the warm shower water did it, but Yvonne had had shower sex before.
Chris stilled suddenly and cursed low under his breath. “Can’t baby, we have no condom,�
�� Chris sounded tortured as he lifted her off his cock with a sound of regret.
She scooted down his body and sat on her knees. “Please let me pleasure you, Sir.”
Chris groaned and dropped his head against the tiled wall behind him as Yvonne enveloped his cock with her mouth. She took it slow, giving herself time to adjust to his girth. She couldn’t deep throat like Kate, but she had a few tricks of her own.
Yvonne wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and countered the motion she made with her head. She worked him relentlessly as the hot water streamed until he tapped her shoulder.
“I’m about to come, pull back if you don’t want to swallow.”
Yvonne halted her movement for a moment. She wasn’t particularly fond of the taste of cum and had pulled back with former lovers, but she wanted to give this to Chris. She gripped the base with her right hand and stroked his drawn in balls with her left as she redoubled her efforts.
His cock twitched in her mouth as he let out a tortured moan. The first stream of semen caught her by surprise and she quickly swallowed. With the next spurt she was prepared and Yvonne softly suckled and licked him until he was spent.
Chris pulled her in for a hug and a kiss, grimacing at his taste on her tongue before lathering his hands with rosemary scented soap.
After they toweled off and dressed, Chris and Yvonne joined Kate at the kitchen.
Kate smiled brightly. “Right on time.”
She placed scrambled eggs and toast on the table in the breakfast nook and they all took their seats and tucked into the food. Although Chris ate as much as Yvonne and Kate combined, Kate finished eating last.
Yvonne studied the Mistress with curious eyes until she couldn’t hold back and blurted, “Did you send us into the shower together on purpose?”