“Reverse striptease—that’s a great way to describe it. Our man is sexy in whatever he does,” Yvonne agreed.
Chris grinned, looking boyish again. He padded over to them and dropped kisses on their lips. “Behave, you two, and I’ll get us some breakfast.” His grin widened. “Or better, don’t behave, and send me a few pictures.”
Kate smacked him on his ass and shooed him out.
When Chris left the room, Kate turned her full attentionon Yvonne. They kissed for a while, and Kate roamed her hand over Yvonne’s body. Her nipples hardened. Without warning, Kate turned away her head and sneezed. Even her sneeze sounded melodic, just like her laughter.
“Gezondheid.”
Both burst into giggles. It was amazing and freeing.
Yvonne ran her hands tentatively over Kate’s collarbone, and Kate kissed her neck and pressed her on the mattress. Slowly the Mistress worked her way down Yvonne’s body, trailing kisses where she went and lingering on erogenous spots, like Yvonne’s nipples. When she reached Yvonne’s belly button, she gave it extra attention. Yvonne pushed herself onto her elbows and watched Kate as she placed kisses on Yvonne’s belly, like she worshipped the new life growing inside. Yvonne trembled as she went lower, but Kate trailed kisses over her hip and over Yvonne’s leg to her knee, before going the other side and working her way back up, rubbing her breasts as she went. Their hands, lips, and tongues explored each other without stopping or waiting, skin warm against skin as they melted into each other.
Slowly, Kate turned and positioned her swollen pussy above Yvonne, the pouty lips hovering inches about Yvonne’s face. Yvonne used her fingers to caress Kate’s soft folds, while Kate kissed the inside of Yvonne’s legs, inching ever closer to her pussy. Hot fluid drizzled between her ass cheeks and dripped on the mattress. Kate buried her face between Yvonne’s legs, nibbling and sucking on her labia and clit, as Yvonne slowly swiped her tongue over the length of Kate’s slit. Kate’s pussy was hot, the cream sweet and tangy. Encouraged by Kate’s physical reaction, Yvonne lapped and suckled, her movements getting more frantic as Kate’s tongue and mouth drove her higher toward ecstasy. When Yvonne started to squirm, Kate slung her armsaround Yvonne’s thighs and anchored her against the mattress. Yvonne ramped up her effort; she wouldn’t come before her Mistress. She tongued and licked and sucked until she didn’t remember where Kate ended, and she began. They drove each other to the point of oblivion where the entire room faded into the background and all that existed were their bodies and how they made each other feel.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
“Hey, now that we’re going to be a family, shouldn’t we discuss living arrangements?” Chris breached the topic after they’d exchanged hugs and kisses a week after Thanksgiving. After the debacle with his parents, no one had talked about the future, and it was time to raise the issue. “My place isn’t big enough for all of us, and neither is yours, Kate. I think we should start looking for a house.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Kate brushed a kiss on his cheek. “My tenants gave me notice just before we went to Arizona. Upstairs will be empty come January. I was going to wait and surprise you at Christmas. The two of you and the baby can live up there, and we can all come and go between the two flats.”
“But that’s a separate apartment, no?” The corners of Yvonne’s mouth drooped. “I thought we would all live together. Anyway, I haven’t talked toTanteWilma about moving out.OomCameron is getting stronger, but I don’t want to leave if they still need me. Also, I’m not sure about my visa status if I leave their house.”
“That’s the other reason the upstairs apartment is betterthan a house. I have a client who’s an immigration lawyer, and I picked his brain the last time he came in. For Yvonne to go from a visitor’s visa to a green card, she’ll need to get married. Preferably to the father of her child. If I’m obviously in the picture, it’s likely to mess things up. Immigration is no more into non-traditional families than Chris’s parents are. They’ll investigate to make sure the marriage is valid. So the two of you move in together upstairs, file the paperwork, and we have a wedding.”
“Thanks for proposing for me.” Chris folded his arms over his chest. “And answering for Yvonne, too.”
“I’m just trying to solve the problem of keeping Yvonne around.”
“I know you are, but it’s not exactly the way I envisioned either of those two things happening.” The words left a sour taste in his mouth.
“Both of you stop,” Yvonne interjected. “First, if I have to get married, I accept your proposal, whoever made it. But if Chris and I marry, that leaves you out. That’s not right. Our Mistress is a part of any family we have.”
“Thank you, dear.” Kate held herself ramrod straight. “I have a solution for that, too. How would you both feel about wearing my collar at some point? It’s not legal, but there is no way for all three of us to be legally related.”
“Oh, Mistress, to wear your collar would be my very great honor.” Yvonne’s eyes shone brightly. “Isn’t that the perfect solution?”
“It is. I take all my comments back, Kate. I, too, would be honored to wear your collar. When shall we do it?” Chris’s adrenaline spiked.
“Why don’t you leave that to me. I think I’d like to wait until the baby is born, and then we can make it official for the three of us.” Kate tapped her indexfinger against her jeans-clad leg. “There is one more thing that would be a good idea. It would help if you could make peace with your family, Chris.”
Chris practically snarled, “Leave them out of this! We can have a perfectly wonderful marriage without their approval.” When he realized how it sounded, he forced himself to calm. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t snap at you. It’s just… They’re my parents.” He shrugged, not sure how to explain.
“I’m sorry, too.” Kate’s features softened. “It wasn’t the most productive way to bring the subject up and probably not the right time either. We can all have a house together after Yvonne becomes a U.S. citizen. That’s at least three years after the date of the wedding. Right now, this is the best we can do.”
“If you say so.” Yvonne winced and dropped her gaze.
“Now, don’t be disappointed. My place should work out pretty well. The back steps go to both places. It’s not like we would have to go outside to get back and forth. None of this will change the relationships between the three of us. I’m still the Mistress in this relationship, and you both will continue to submit to me.”
“Only three years to wait? I expected it would be longer.” Yvonne worried her bottom lip.
“Three years if you’re married to a U.S. citizen. It’s five, otherwise. And you can’t leave the country for longer than six months during that time. We’ll take a trip to the Netherlands so you can introduce the baby to your sister as soon as you get your green card. If we start the paperwork soon, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
Chris quietly listened and slowly relaxed.
“Oh, we don’t have to do that. Els wants to come when the baby is born.” Yvonne beamed. “We can wait to gowhen it will be easier to show you my home. To go back to the subject of the lawyer, will he help us?”
“I’ve got his contact info here. His name is Josh Ellis, and he said he thought he could squeeze you in. He’s doing a lot of pro bono work with asylum seekers and undocumented immigrants, so I know he’ll appreciate a paying client.”
