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She turned and accepted the whip from Connor. Kate rotated her shoulders and started to warm up with the dragon tail.
Rotate, flick, smack, catch. Rotate, flick, smack, catch.
The world narrowed as Kate concentrated on the movement and mentally went over her task. Since her subs had different needs, this whipping was going to be tricky. Chris submitted to her and the pain she gave with the gift of his surrender to her. Yvonne needed to experience the pain toreach that heightened state of submission, where everything felt good and intense.
Completely in Topspace, Kate turned to her bound subs, and Connor stepped away from them. Rotate, flick—now the smack was followed by a masculine groan as Kate landed the first strike on Chris’s muscled butt. Without losing momentum Kate caught the end of the whip, and she geared up to land a stroke on Yvonne. With more power this time, Kate lashed the end of the implement over the creamy white buttocks. The masochist cried out but pushed her ass out after the whip coiled back in Kate’s hand, as if begging for more. Kate landed the next stroke on Chris and circled back to Yvonne in the same movement.
Their environment faded to the background as Kate focused on her subs, her movement fluent, and the whip an extension of her body. Kate reveled in the sounds Chris and Yvonne made, and her nipples tightened and bunched while her pussy tingled and dampened with arousal. Time and space lost their meaning, and all that mattered were the two people in front of her.
Kate landed the last strokes on her bound submissives, her shoulder and arm muscles pleasantly tired and her head clear. Halfway through the scene, Yvonne had slipped deep in subspace and babbled in Dutch. Kate smiled as she now knew it was a good sign when Yvonne started talking in her native tongue.
As Connor helped to unbuckle Chris, Kate released the spaced-out blonde. Chris was right at her side, and he hoisted Yvonne in his arms. With Kate, he headed over to the red couch and plonked down. He moaned when the move obviously reminded him of his tender backside, and Kate reveled in the sound.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
A little over a month into their marriage, their triad functioned like clockwork. Yvonne and Chris had settled into their apartment, and Kate spent her free time with them. But right now, the hearts and flowers were nowhere to be found.
Yvonne faced off with Chris, hands on her hips. “I’m pregnant, not ill. I can do things around the house.”
Chris glared back. “Yes, you can, and I agree you’re not sick. You do, however, have a responsibility to look after our baby.”
“I’m not irresponsible!” Yvonne yelled.
“No, you’re usually not, but you are impulsive, angel!”
“Spontaneous!” she challenged.
Chris had to bite back a grin.Stubborn and feisty, and absolutely gorgeous! A fertility goddess!“So, carrying two heavy cans of paint upstairs while six months pregnant isn’t impulsive to you?” He arched an eyebrow. “Let alone getting the paint from Home Depot. On. Your. Own? I was there when the doctor told you to limit how much you lift, remember?”
Yvonne said, “We decided on the color, and you were busy with work.”
“I was.”
Yvonne continued. “Kate was busy, too.”
“True.”
“So, I thought I’d spare you some time and trouble and go to the store myself. I want it done before the baby is born.”
Chris tilted his head and didn’t say a word.
“You know I loved the bright yellow to cheer up the room.”
Chris crossed his arms and leaned his hip against the banister. Maybe they should move the conversation from the staircase, but damn if he would allow Yvonne to carry those heavy cans up. Or let her top from the bottom.
“Angel, you know damn well I would have done it already if we weren’t working weekends to make that deadline! Were you planning on doing the painting yourself, too? With the fumes?”
“Of course not.” Yvonne bristled. “I wouldn’t endanger our child. I was going to ask Laura and Suzie if their sons might be interested in doing the job.” Her expression turned from feisty to sad. “I just wanted to help. I’m tired of sitting around doing nothing while you and Kate work so hard.”
Kate had been putting in overtime to afford another car, and Chris and James were working their asses off on a project that came with penalties if they were late.
Chris realized what had been going through their submissive’s head. She wasn’t topping from the bottom; she was trying to serve her Sir and Mistress—in a foolish way, but with the right intentions. He pulled Yvonne into his arms and whispered in her hair, “Don’t underestimate the job you have. Your body is working extra hard to prepareour precious baby girl or boy to be born. There isn’t a harder or more important job, angel.”
Yvonne let out a shuddering exhalation against his chest, and a warm, wet spot formed on his T-shirt from her tears. Work was important, but Yvonne, Kate, and this little human were more important, and Chris silently vowed to spend more time at home.
Kate stood at the side of the scening area, while Chris connected the chains from the ceiling with Yvonne’s cuffs. Because Yvonne was now heavy with child, Kate preferred it when Chris did the impact play.
Yvonne had a healthy, uncomplicated pregnancy, but Kate—as well as Chris—didn’t want to take any chances. Besides, watching Chris dominate their angel wasn’t exactly hardship. Kate would never submit herself, but she liked him as much as a Dominant as she liked him under her whip. The big plus, if she wanted to beat someone’s ass—Chris’s bottom and back formed an excellent canvas.
