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He was liking Derek more. Chris pulled a handful of cleaning wipes from the container and started to scrub the equipment. While he worked, he enjoyed the club’s atmosphere and the music coming from the speakers. It was about an hour and a half before his DM shift ended then hewould see Kate and Yvonne. Tonight, he would have a one-on-one scene with Yvonne, while Kate did her volunteer duty. Afterward, they all would go home, and who knew what would happen. Chris concentrated on his task while humming along with Nightwish.He would keep himself busy while waiting for his lovers.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
As his flogger came down on the submissive bound before him, Yvonne still hadn’t relaxed. An hour before, Kate had escorted their Yvonne into the club and handed her to him with a languid and passionate kiss for each of them, before starting her DM shift.
Yvonne’s hands were balled into fists, there were no signs of arousal in her face, and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. He stepped closer to her and touched her back; she was cold and clammy to the touch. He dropped his flogger and started to unfasten her buckles. In his peripheral vision, Kate stood at a respectful distance with a blanket. Count on the Mistress to notice if something wasn’t right.And something isn’t, damn it!
“I’ll clean up the area.” Kate murmured in a low voice, “Take care of her. Any idea what’s wrong? She was quiet on the way in but seemed all right.”
“I have no clue,” Chris responded. “It might be handy if you’d come along. See if I’m missing any signals.”
“Okay, you go and sit in the red corner. The couch isquite comfortable. After I finish cleaning up, I’ll join you and observe.”
He nodded his thanks and lifted his precious cargo in his arms.What the hell is wrong?He carried her over to the indicated couch and sat with her in his arms.
Yvonne didn’t know what had happened, but it wasn’t a good sign he’d ended the scene how and when he did. She’d been flogged and even paddled for much longer than this. And flogging usually felt almost like a massage. She would slip into a trancelike state she believed was subspace. Why was it today like she was being hit by hail, and it just plain hurt?
“Are you back with me, angel?”
His deep dark voice appealed to her in many ways. She tried to lift her hand to touch his cheek, but her arm felt too sluggish to cooperate. She moved her head slowly against his chest, too tired to answer.
“Okay, talk to me.” He stroked her hair. “What happened?”
“I don’t know.” Her bottom lip quivered, and her eyes grew watery. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can take much more. Please continue, I can take more, I promise.”
“No, angel, you’re done for tonight.”
He was silent for a moment. Was he angry with her?
She stirred, but his arm tightened.
His voice reverberated in his chest. “Yes, thank you.”
He confused her; she had no clue what he was thanking her for.
Chris moved his free arm and came back with a cup. “It’s hot chocolate. Be careful, small sips now.”
Oh!
He held the rim in front of her mouth, and she took a tentative sip.
Heaven.She sighed, and the knot in her chest loosened. She took another sip—warm, sweet, and luscious!
Chris stroked her hair, the gesture as soothing and sweet as the hot drink. “Don’t worry about the scene. We’ll have many more, but we don’t want them to be like this.”
It seemed like a dam burst, and she started crying. Shame and sorrow ripped from her body in heart wrenching sobs. He held her, stroking her back, and pressing kisses to her temple. After what seemed like forever, she calmed enough to pull in a shuddering breath and she stroked Chris’s biceps in a silent thank you.
“Is it okay for me to ask some questions?” Kate’s voice penetrated Yvonne’s clouded mind. She turned her head to see the Mistress, who stood at a short distance but watched the two of them with the focus and concentrationTanteWilma studied a gown she wanted to alter. Yvonne hadn’t even noticed she had been there. Another wave of shame hit. What kind of submissive was she?
Chris agreed. “Of course you can. Anything that can clear this up.”
Kate ordered, “Angel, look at me.”
Yvonne lifted her eyes to her obediently. The vision of Kate blurred with tears.
“How was your day?”
Yvonne’s stomach tensed. “Okay, I guess.”
