Chris resumed the flogging, hitting harder and faster. The world narrowed until only he and his sub remained as he slid into Topspace. Her skin now glowed hot and pink. He paused. Yvonne’s face was lightly flushed now. He checkedher pussy.
Better!
He put away the flogger and selected a narrow wooden paddle. Having returned behind her, he checked her shoulders and hands.Still relaxed.He walloped her ass four times in quick succession, not using all his strength but not holding much back. This time, when he touched her, she had a soaking wet pussy. It gaped open, the labia swollen with blood and her clit peeked out from under the hood.
Masochist, indeed!
He gathered her hair in a makeshift ponytail and bent her head to the side and backward. He took her mouth in a demanding kiss, and she leaned into him and gave it her all.
Submissive as well!
“What’s your safeword, sweetie?” he inquired next to her ear.
“Umm.” She swayed a bit. “Appel.”
“Good, girl! Use it when you need it.” He let go of her, and she leaned against the cross. Time to send her flying. Chris took the cane to her upper legs and had her dancing around in no time. He grinned, happy with his decision to leave her legs free. He wasn’t certain if the pain had been enough for her, but he was about at the limit of what he was willing to dish out.
He put back the cane and returned with the vibrator he had selected. He hadn’t used any clamps on her. He could find out with his mouth and teeth how sensitive her nipples were. Wasn’t it nice he was a breast man, and Yvonne had a beautiful pair? He suckled and bit at her areolas and nipples while pressing the vibrator on her clit. As always, when playing with a new person, Chris was hyper-alert. The blush had spread from her face to her breasts, and she was sweating and bucking. Chris pressed the vibrator harder against her clit, and Yvonne keened her orgasm. Thesatisfaction of bringing her over the edge waned as he became unsettled by the guttural sounds she made. Was she choking? How? He started untying her, but she kept gurgling.
He glanced around, alarmed, and made eye contact with Kate, who walked over immediately.
“What’s wrong?” A concerned frown marred her forehead.
“I don’t know,” Chris replied. “Listen to the noises she’s making. I was afraid she was choking, but her breathing seems okay.”
Kate helped him lower Yvonne to the ground and put her in the recovery position. She positioned herself behind Yvonne, hand to her back to monitor the girl’s breathing.
“Sweetie.” Chris knelt before Yvonne, stroking her arm and shoulder. “How are you doing?”
Yvonne mumbled something he couldn’t catch.
Kate leaned in. “Angel, can you hear us?”
Yvonne made a few nonsensical sounds.
“That’s not English.” Suddenly Kate grinned. “Isn’t she from the Netherlands? I bet she’s speaking Dutch.”
Chris gave her a befuddled look. “That’s a language? With all those gargling sounds?” Chris mimicked the sound she made.
The next moment Yvonne opened her eyes and exclaimed, “Geweldig!” before dissolving into giggles.
What?
Chris and Kate looked at each other and back to Yvonne. She was utterly oblivious to the language problem and snuggled backward into Kate while gripping Chris’s arm and pulling at him.
Kate’s laugh rang through the room. “Let’s get close toher and coax her back from subspace. When she’s running on all cylinders again, we’ll make sense of what she said.” She stretched out on the floor behind Yvonne. Chris followed her lead, slid to the floor, and cuddled Yvonne to his chest.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As she returned to her DM duties, Kate threw a last glance over her shoulder at the couple deep in conversation. After their uneasy truce, she’d avoided Chris, but helping him take care of Yvonne had felt natural and right. The three of them had an easy rapport, and Chris acted affectionately toward them both, but—although clearly dominant to Yvonne—he hadn’t tried to smother or dominate Kate.
Yvonne had caught her eye at the reception, first because of her of fresh appearance and demure nature. Later, she’d noticed how eager the young blonde had been to help and how she enjoyed serving. Yvonne had blushed beautifully when someone complimented her, which made Kate wonder how long it would take to turn her ass cheeks the same lovely shade with her hand.
From their aftercare, Kate learned the blond woman liked to snuggle and was a serious masochist. She would like to play with Yvonne herself sometime. Yvonne had mentioned she enjoyed electrical stimulation, an activity ranked high on Kate’s list, too. Yvonne had been comfortable with a woman’s touch, so she might be interested inmore. Kate shook her head. She was getting ahead of herself. Yvonne had been in subspace, hardly a basis for judging how she felt about women. Tonight, Chris would take Yvonne home while Kate needed to concentrate on monitoring the safety of the club’s members.
She forced her mind back to the present. About fifteen minutes ago, she had gotten a signal from a new Dom, Derek. He had taken Sonja upstairs. The voluptuous Black submissive was a sweetheart underneath but had a bratty mouth and attitude. Kate was curious how Derek would handle her. She headed upstairs to check on them. Sounds from the medical room betrayed the pair’s location, and Kate stuck her head around the corner. Derek had tied Sonja securely to the gynecology chair, and her dark skin gleamed with perspiration. The submissive didn’t notice Kate’s arrival, but Derek acknowledged her presence with a polite nod. Three fingers of his right hand were buried in Sonja’s sopping pussy while his other hand was splayed on her belly, the gesture more possessive than restraining.
Sonja looked relaxed, although a bit dazed, restraints snug but not too tight. Derek bent his head between Sonja’s legs, and from the sounds Sonja made, Kate had a rather good idea what Derek was doing to her. It looked like an excellent scene, and from the prominent bulge in Derek’s pants, he was enjoying it as much as Sonja.
