Kate yawned again. “Time to move this team to bed, I think. Can we agree that Yvonne wins and call it a night?”
Yvonne wanted to play the game to the bitter end but was overruled when Chris sided with Kate. “You won. Do you really need to rub our noses in it?”
“I guess not.” She blew on her fingernails in a playful gesture. Her smugness evaporated almost right away. “Did you say something about sex being a sport?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
After a wonderful Friday, Yvonne sat at a barrel table in Club Indigo’s main room the next day. Kate was seated beside her playing with Yvonne’s fingers in a sensual way which had Yvonne’s pussy dampening. Chris stood at the bar waiting for their order. The club wasn’t busy, but she’d seen two couples go upstairs. It was still early, and Yvonne had no doubt the evening would pick up. Movement at the entrance drew Yvonne’s attention when Sonja strutted in, clad in a 1950s-style dress. It didn’t seem Sonja’s style, though it suited her. The dress had to beTanteWilma’s. Her appearance completely stunned Yvonne, which didn’t make any sense.
Chris joined them, and she lost interest in Sonja as her Dominants sandwiched her. She’d come to care immensely for them both in a short time, and sometimes it scared her. A small voice in the back of her head reminded Yvonne her stay in the States was only temporary. She shoved the nagging voice out of her mind and tapped along with the beat ofTitanium.
“You like David Guetta?” Chris leaned closer.
“I like a lot of music.”
“Do you have any favorites, angel?” Kate asked.
Yvonne grinned and bobbed her head. “I do, but I doubt you know them.”
“Try me,” Kate challenged.
“Racoon and Kensington.” Yvonne enjoyed the questioning faces. “They’re Dutch bands, so you probably never heard of them.”
Kate narrowed her eyes. “You’re right, I haven’t. I’d like to hear their music later, though. I’m curious about what you like.” Kate smiled. “But now, let’s play.”
Kate and Chris rose as if choreographed, and Chris lifted Yvonne off the barstool. Of course, he used the opportunity to steal a kiss, and Kate chuckled behind them.
“Don’t get too distracted, my lovelies. I have plans for both of you,” Kate warned as they followed her to a new apparatus in the main room. It reminded Yvonne of the peace symbol but had an added horizontal bar at the top and an adjustable platform at the bottom.
After both she and Chris stripped, Kate bound Yvonne to the horizontal bar with her arms stretched out to the sides. In addition, she stood on the small raised platform with her legs attached to the side poles and spread wide. Heat circulated through her lower half. Play with either Kate or Chris was amazing, but to experience them both at the same time was out of this world.
“Okay, Chris, you can play with your favorite body parts while I play with mine,” Kate ordered, and Chris grinned before latching on to her right nipple and massaging her left breast with his work-roughened hand. Kate settled on the rolling swivel stool between her thighs. Yvonne’s legs tugged against the restraints involuntarily. She wanted what Kate would give her, but she couldn’tshake her trepidation. A nasty pinch to her labia had her gasping, and Chris lifted his head in alarm.
“Chris,” Kate admonished with a pinch to his naked butt, and his eyes brightened.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Next time you get distracted and let go of a tit you get three strokes with my paddle.” Kate’s tone was matter of fact, like she was reading a stock market report.
Yvonne could swear the man waggled his threatened butt. Chris might not be a serious masochist like she was, but he did like the discipline Kate dished out. Kate rose and smacked his butt several times, and Chris groaned with his teeth around Yvonne’s nipple. The delicious pain shot straight to her throbbing pussy, where the initial pain had dulled but hadn’t left completely, and Yvonne now recognized what had to be genital clamps. Kate loved to torture pussies, cocks, and balls. Luckily, Yvonne loved being tortured.
Kate plucked at her clit and toyed with a finger around the clamps before returning to the top of her vagina and teasing the hood. Kate hummed in agreement as Yvonne bucked against the restraints and moaned.
Kate took a pair of clover clamps with dangling stones and applied them to Yvonne’s nipples. Chris’s earlier attention had her nipples deep red and puffed already. Kate tightened the clamps and stroked the undersides of Yvonne’s breasts as she adjusted to the pain. It was as if a current ran between her clamped nipples and compressed labia. Yvonne reveled in the pain, but her pussy felt empty, and she longed to be fucked. Kate pressed a kiss to Yvonne’s lips then turned her focus to Chris. Yvonne followed her gaze and had to swallow hard. Chris stood facing Kate and her with his cock fully erect, waiting for instructions. Katepulled another pair of nipple clamps from her pocket and teased his nipples before attaching the clamps. Not as accustomed to pain as Yvonne was, Chris struggled to remain still through the initial pain. This was the reason Kate hadn’t bound him before torturing him this way. She was a Sadist through and through, and the struggle would be half the fun.
Kate sat on her chair again and wrapped his balls in leather straps and hung weights from them—a parachute. Would Chris like it? Her breathing sped in anticipation as Kate continued by sheathing his straining cock in a condom.
When Kate had Chris as she wanted, she turned him toward Yvonne and had him move close to her. Yvonne trembled with barely contained lust and anticipation. When they stood almost against each other, Kate took each of Chris’s hands and cuffed them to the bar next to Yvonne. Firmly, she reached between them and guided Chris’s cock into Yvonne’s soaking pussy. Yvonne’s head dropped back in relief as her spasming pussy was filled. Chris moaned as another contraction rippled through her cunt, and she made eye contact with him.
“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 Suzie’s smirk, and she was certainCaptain 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.”
