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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 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.
Sensation overloaded her system, and her cheeks felt wet while at the same time her orgasm built. She wanted to look at Chris, but she couldn’t seem to open her eyes. All coherent thoughts fled 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…
Was this heaven or hell? Yvonne bore the blissed-out expression of being in subspace, and her wet, hot cunt sucked on Chris’s 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 ages. 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. The room came into focus as he was wrapped in a blanket. Connor had released Yvonne, and she sat close to him buried deep in her own blanket. Chris immediately moved to hold Yvonne in his arms. She was still deep insubspace. Kate started to put things away and clean, but Connor waved her away to take care of her charges while he dealt with the area.
Yvonne snuggled against Chris’s chest, mumbling in Dutch, which was 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.Kate’s tender expression robbed him of breath.
“How’s she doing?”
“Speaking Dutch.” Chris’s 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 snuck her hand between him and Yvonne to unclip 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.”
She went for his left nipple with her right hand, and healmost 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 muttered a slight protest as Chris obeyed. At least, it was a protest from the tone, since he still couldn’t understand a word she spoke. Maybe he should learn Dutch?
