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Kate moved away, and Yvonne tried to follow where she went, but the flogger Chris landed against her ass distracted her. She tried to lift into the stroke but couldn’t because of the way he’d bound her. She had to lie and take it, so she relaxed into the strokes—soft, soft, hard—a kinky foxtrot. Yvonne giggled.
Kate returned and fiddled with her breasts until they dangled freely on either side of the bench. Chris dropped the flogger and was now kneading and caressing her butt. Pinpricks of pain turned her attention back to Kate, who held a clothespin. Chris pulled her buttocks apart, and a drop of warm spit landed on her exposed back passage. Chris teased her asshole with a shallow thrust of a finger, and the sensations overwhelmed Yvonne. She couldn’t move, had to take it. Yvonne rested her head on the leather. They would take care of her; all she had to do was feel.
After Kate had decorated her breasts with at least two dozen clothespins, connected on a string, she pulled, and off they came in sequence, causing pain while increasing Yvonne’s arousal. Chris pumped her ass with two, or maybe three fingers, and Yvonne was desperate to come.Again!
Chris stepped away, and Kate moved in behind her. Another flogger hit her. This one bit into her flesh, and Yvonne recognized the eight-tail braided flogger. She loved and hated that one, and the need to come amplified.
“Oh, please, please,” Yvonne pleaded for permission to come, falling back into Dutch. “Alsjeblieft, mag ik komen?”
“Sounds like our sub is getting desperate.” Chris sounded amused.
Kate’s only answer was her bright laughter. Yvonne loved Kate’s melodic laugh and told her Mistress, “Ik hou van uw lach.”
“She’s deep in la-la-land.” Chris’s words didn’t make sense, but she could listen to him all day.
“Yes, let’s finish this part and give her a few moments before we move to the scaffold.”
Yvonne couldn’t take more, could she? “Nee, niet meer.” But she wanted it; she wanted it all and more.
“…safeword?” Kate’s question reached her foggy mind.
“Nee, geensafeword. Meer!” She shook her head against the bench. She wanted more, she did.
“Yvonne, angel?” Yvonne peeled open her eyes. Chris was kneeling in front of her. She smiled at him. “Je bent zo knap.” He was handsome, the most handsome man she’d ever seen.
“Angel, we need you to focus,” Chris insisted.Focus?“Can you answer us in English?”Engels?
The fog receded, and her surroundings became clear. Oh right, Club Indigo, Kansas City, Chris, and Kate. “Have I been talking Dutch again?”
“Yes, angel.” Kate pressed a tender kiss to her back, and Yvonne shivered in delight.
Chris stroked her hair. “Are you good to continue, or have you have enough?”
“Oh no, I’m good. I can take more, I want more,” Yvonne rushed to answer.
Chris gave her a sweet kiss and breathed against herlips. “Good to know because we want more, too. Kate is going to switch you, and after she’s finished, I’m going to take a paddle to your ass.”
“Sounds good,” Yvonne rested her head back on the leather.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Chris blinked, dragged back from thoughts of the previous weekend’s play with Yvonne and Kate, and almost missed James’s statement. “There’s a rumor going around that you’re going to be a father.”
His head flew back in a double-take as he checked to make sure no one else was in the construction trailer. He recovered himself quickly. “Lots of rumors floating around. I overheard one of the new guys today say that we’re giving everyone a raise next month. I asked how much. He said, ‘Don’t you know?’” Even to Chris’s ears, his laughter was forced.
“You’re changing the subject.”
“No, I’m not. We were talking about rumors.” Chris maintained a big grin.
“Spill, Smith. Is it true?” James’s Dom-look could scorch the skin off someone’s flesh.
“Yeah, it’s true. Yvonne is pregnant. I’m the father.”
“What about Kate?”
“What do you mean?” Chris’s skin tingled. “Kate’s also the mother. This child will have three parents.”
“That’s pretty fast off the mark. You’ve only been together, what, three months?” James’s brows formed a deep V above his eyes, reminding Chris of James’s grandfather.
