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Chris fondled Yvonne’s breasts, now more than a handful, and she arched her back. She was so responsive. Chris whispered in Yvonne’s ear, and Kate smiled at the clearly visible shiver. Their man had a wicked tongue and a dirty spirit. He was a master at engaging the mind.
He lifted the heavy weight suede flogger and started to warm Yvonne’s back, upper legs, and buttocks. Hmm, maybe I should let him feel that one tonight as a reward?
“How is she doing?” Kate asked when Chris paused in his strokes.
Chris caressed the light pink skin and gave Kate abeaming smile. “Nicely warmed up, Mistress. Time to ramp it up a bit.”
Chris switched the flogger for an eight-tail braided flogger and started hitting Yvonne again. Her moans became louder, and Kate moved to the other side so she could study Yvonne’s face. Her eyes were closed but not squeezed, and her color indicated a heightened state of arousal. Yvonne had needed the stress relief since they had an interview with Citizenship and Immigration Services coming up on Monday, and Kate hoped an intense BDSM session and even better sex later might help her sleep tonight.
Behind Yvonne, Chris dropped the flogger and pressed his hard body against her back, caressing her arms with his hands, checking the bonds, and coming back to Yvonne’s breasts, before snaking his way to her pussy. Kate slid her gaze back to the cuffs and Yvonne’s hands. In this later stage of pregnancy, feet and hands could swell, and she wanted to be sure nothing hindered circulation. Yvonne’s fingers had a healthy color and were the normal size. A shuddering moan had Kate smiling, and she made eye contact with Chris. She gave a slight shake of her head—no coming for their angel right now—and received an apologetic but boyish grin from Chris.
“Imp, that just earned you a butt plug tonight.” His grin widened. “Or maybe I should fuck you with my strap-on.” His eyes widened, and Kate pressed her lips together to hold back her smile. She gave him a jerky chin lift, her intention clear.Get on with it.She was suddenly impatient to get her small family home and in bed.
Chris collected an English riding crop and swatted it against his leather-clad leg. Yvonne jumped a bit at the unexpected sound.Very good.
Chris peppered Yvonne’s thighs and bottom with the short crop, alternating his hits with strokes from his hand. He wasn’t a real sadist, but he liked to give Yvonne what she needed, and right now she needed pain. Time to finish this. Kate stepped in and picked up the magic wand. Chris had plugged it in before the scene, and all Kate needed to do was to turn on the switch. The buzzing competed with Yvonne’s moans. Kate used her free hand to grasp Yvonne’s chin and hold her immobile for a scorching kiss. Kate pulled back and locked eyes with Chris, who had been watching them kiss. At her unspoken command, he leaned forward over Yvonne’s shoulder and got his own hot kiss. When Kate pulled back, Chris gave Yvonne a chaste peck on her cheek before he stepped back to resume taking the crop to Yvonne’s ass.
Kate let go of Yvonne’s chin. “Time to scream for us, angel.”
Kate lowered the wand to the junction of Yvonne’s thighs and used her fingers to spread Yvonne’s cunt open wide. She pushed the silicone head with force against Yvonne’s exposed pussy and ordered Chris, “Harder, faster.”
Yvonne’s moans drew longer, and her breathing quickened. Both Dominants didn’t let up until Yvonne screamed her orgasm, and they’d forced every shuddering ripple of pleasure from her body.
Chris freed Yvonne from the bindings before her last wail had echoed off the walls, and he cradled her in his strong arms. With Yvonne between them, Kate and Chris shared a passionate kiss. Kate pulled back and smiled. “Go take care of our girl. I’ll wrap this up and join you in a moment.”
Kate cleaned the whips, cuffs andfloggers and bagged them. She wiped the chains and left a clean play area for a the next kinkster. Chris snuggled with Yvonne on the red couch where their relationship had started months ago. Satisfied with her cleaning, Kate threw away the used wipes and zipped their bag closed. Then she joined her lovers on the couch and enjoyed the intimacy. Their relationship might be strange to society, but for them it worked, and she was grateful to Chris for not giving up and cajoling her into it. Pursuing a relationship with him had seemed impossible but their beautiful Dutch angel had brought them together, and given them all more than she would have ever thought possible.
EPILOGUE
Yvonne woke with a restless feeling. She wasn’t sure why this kept happening. She had nothing to worry about. She’d gotten her green card in the mail a month ago. It helped that Chris had a steady income, and Yvonne was basically assured of a job at the Sweet and Savory Table. Her relationship with Chris and Kate worked out well; the three of them clicked in many aspects of their lives. Yvonne and Chris had settled into the apartment, and it felt like home to Yvonne.TanteWilma was over the moon with her niece close by, andOomCameron had recovered. Her obstetrician was pleased with how her pregnancy progressed, the baby was growing well, and the morning sickness had vanished during the second trimester.
Yvonne struggled out of bed, her back sorer than usual. She tiptoed out of the bedroom, making sure Chris didn’t wake, and had to brace herself on the wall in the hallway to the bathroom as pain shot up her spine. She took a few moments to breathe through the experience and continued her trek to the bathroom. She used the toilet, but by the time she was washing her hands, another painful contractionrippled through her lower back and abdomen. According to the obstetrician, she wasn’t due for another three weeks, and it could be nothing, but it seemed like she was in labor. Yvonne ambled to the kitchen and scrambled for her phone to dial Kate but winced as she noticed the time—five in the morning. Maybe she should hold off for an hour or so. Yvonne was a masochist, after all, and knew how to handle pain. She settled on a kitchen chair and pressed against the backrest as another wave of pain hit. It felt like her uterus was being ripped apart from the inside, and she gasped for air. Okay, waiting was a lousy plan.
Yvonne breathed through the pain and pushed herself from the chair. She waddled back into the bedroom and placed her hand on Chris’s shoulder. “Chris, Chris, wake up.”
The moment Chris opened his eyes, Yvonne almost doubled over as a new wave of pain rippled through her body. He shot upright, barely missing hitting Yvonne in the face. “You can’t be in labor. It’s too early,” he rambled.
Even in her agony, Yvonne had to smile about his statement. “Well, tell your son or daughter that. He or she is—” Her sentence broke off, and she groaned.
“What the… how fast are the contractions coming?” Chris struggled to put on his pants, forgoing underwear and socks. “Siri, call Kate,” he ordered his iPhone.
A sleepy Kate answered the phone right after Chris had pulled on a long-sleeved shirt and grabbed Yvonne’s delivery bag. “Chris, what’s wrong?”
“Yvonne is in labor. The contractions are coming in a rush, and we can’t even time them. We have to go to the hospital. Now!” He snapped the last word and half-supported, half-carried Yvonne to the exit.
Kate didn’t waste words. “I’ll meet you at the car intwenty seconds.” She wasn’t joking or exaggerating. She and Chris had rehearsed this, and they knew what to do.
True to her word, Kate waited with the back door to their new Nissan Skyline open, and Chris helped Yvonne inside as Kate accepted the bag and slid behind the wheel. Chris joined Yvonne in the back seat and yelled, “Go-go-go!” before he slammed the door shut.
Kate started the car and jammed the shifter into drive.
“We’ll have to go to the emergency room since the baby insists on coming outside of normal hours,” Kate stated as she maneuvered the car onto the main road.
Yvonne moaned. “Here comes another one. It feels like my back is breaking.”
“Chris, put pressure against her back.” Kate glanced back at them through the mirror. She drove a tad above the speed limit, but the road was reasonably open. The last thing they needed was for an overenthusiastic police officer to pull them over by—not because of a possible ticket but because of the time it would cost them.
Luckily, they reached the hospital without hitting even one red light, and Kate halted as close to the emergency entrance as possible then jumped out and pulled open the back door. “Woman in labor!” she called out to a small group of men and women in scrubs near the doors. Two people broke free and rushed forward. Kate pressed a quick kiss to Yvonne’s forehead and Chris’s cheek. “I’ll park the car and find you.”
