United

by Karen Nappa

  Table of Contents

  United (Club Indigo Book Six)

  Copyright © 2020 by Karen Nappa LLC

  A Note and Invitation from the author

  Disclaimer

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Parting words from the author

  Healing Jacob’s Heart

  About Karen Nappa

  Join the Karen Nappa mailing list

  Club Indigo Series

  Trusted (Club Indigo Book Two)

  Appreciated (Club Indigo Book Three)

  Cherished (Club Indigo Book Four)

  Blinded (Club Indigo Book Five)

  Copyright © 2020 Karen Nappa

  United (Club Indigo Book Six)

  By

  Karen Nappa

  Copyright © 2020 by Karen Nappa LLC

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  First Edition

  A Note and Invitation from the author

  Until now the Club Indigo books have been in chronological order. This book is an exception.

  We wrote United before Cherished (Derek and Sonja’s story) and their romance is happening simultaneously. Our publisher at that time wasn’t interested in a Dominatrix nor a story about a man with two women. However, many of our readers asked specifically about Kate and Chris. Also, Kate has a big whip and knows how to use it. Don’t tell her we said that.

  After writing Blinded, we spent weeks proofreading, rewriting and editing and this is the result. We hope you enjoy United!

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  Author’s note: This Club Indigo Short Story contains elements of BDSM, explicit language, and sex scenes. This exclusive free book is a gift from Karen Nappa to her newsletter subscribers. This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Disclaimer

  This book is written for mature audience (18+). It contains elements of BDSM (Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & submission, and Sadomasochism) and (explicit) sex scenes. The participants in these acts are consenting adults.

  BDSM is all about Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Bear in mind that it still can be dangerous. This is a romance novel and not meant as a how-to on BDSM practice. Even when practicing Safe, Sane, and Consensual - and we stress you do! - or Risk-Aware Consensual Kink, the lifestyle can be dangerous and harmful, both physically and mentally. Please consider joining a club, going to events, and visit a munch if you want to start practicing BDSM; attend meetings and workshops and get an expert’s help with new practices. If not done properly and with care, severe injury and even death can occur. Neither the writers of this book, nor the publisher, will accept any liability for possible damages if you reenact scenes as described in this book.

  Opinions of individuals in this book do not automatically voice those of the writers or the publisher.

  This book does not encourage, promote, or condone pedophilia, abuse, or rape.

  If you are not interested in BDSM or are offended by it, please don’t read this book. (There are tons of other interesting books you might want to read.)

  Just like BDSM Play should always be safe, we want to promote safe sex. If people in our books have intercourse without a condom, they have been tested and have discussed birth control or pregnancy (whether it’s explicitly mentioned in the book or not.)

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  We try to stay as close to the truth as possible, but book romance is way faster than real life romance.

  They’ve ignored their mutual attraction for years… until one night changes everything!

  He is gorgeous, playful, and kind… and he is one of Kate’s best friends. She’s been admiring Chris from afar, but he is as domineering as she is.

  After their one-night-stand, Kate tries to forget how good he made her feel and watches him at Club Indigo … until his play with a new sub goes wrong. When more than love grows between the three of them, their lives will never be the same.

  Starting a relationship between two people is hard; they’re about to discover living as a threesome is even harder. Especially when they not only have to overcome their own misconceptions and difficulties. They also struggle to overcome the rules and regulations pushed upon them by family and society.

  Author’s Note: Karen Nappa brings you a full-length friends-to-lovers threesome romance without a cliff-hanger but with a sadistic Mistress, a handsome Dom, and a sweet Dutch submissive. Book six in the Club Indigo series includes BDSM, explicit language and sex scenes (including threesomes and bi-sexual acts) and is intended for a mature audience. Although the stories can be read and enjoyed independently, recurring characters and events from previous novels are mentioned.

  Chapter One

  Kansas City, one year ago

  Kate Williams lifted her hands and bumped hips with Paula as they went all out on the dance floor. Most Club Indigo submissives wouldn't recognize her like this, but aside from being a sadist and a formidable Dominatrix, Kate was also a passionate dancer.

  Paula didn't belong to the private BDSM Club they all frequented, but otherwise she fit in perfectly with their group. Kate didn't know if Paula had an interest in attending Club Indigo, but she would welcome her if she did.

  Kate wiped a strand of auburn hair from her face and slowly perused the crowd, pleased at the happy faces and how many of her friends were here. Center stage, at a long table sat her best friend Laura with her new husband and Dom James. Beside Laura was her sister, Suzie, flanked by her groom. Kate laughed soundlessly as she watched Captain Connor Carmichael. The man rivaled her in the sadist department, but you wouldn’t know it from the loving expression on his face or how he had a protective and possessive arm curled over the back of Suzie's chair.

  Kate loved weddings like every other woman, but she didn’t expect to ever be the bride. As a bisexual woman, she didn’t think she could settle for only one partner because part of her nature would be suppressed.

  As Kate kept time with the beat, her mind wandered back to the crazy events that had led to this wedding. Laura and James had met in a laundromat during a tornado, no less! Although it had to be the least romantic setting Kate could imagine, love had sparked between them. Well, it
had become love, but her friends had a rough path getting there. Suzie and Connor had their struggles, too, and Kate was secretly happy with her single status. Maintaining a relationship is hard work.

  Kate executed a well-practiced turn and stole another glance at the two couples. She melted when she caught James stealing a kiss from Laura, and Suzie laughing at something Connor whispered in her ear. Might it be worth the trouble?

  The up-tempo song faded out, and piano chords signaled a ballad. Turning with the intention to sit down, Kate caught movement from the side of the dance floor.

  "Incoming," Kate signaled Paula with amusement. The cool blonde paired her aquamarine dress with flat sandals. The three of them had tried to get her to wear heels, but Paula had objected. Paula didn't wear heels and no amount of cajoling had done them any good. Finally, Laura had found sandals they'd all agreed on. Kate suspected the stubborn detective would have worn her department issued utility boots otherwise.

  Paula turned her head in the direction Kate indicated. Sure enough, two young men stood beside their table and fixed their gazes on her and Paula.

  Paula spun back to Kate with upturned lips, red cheeks, and sparkling eyes – a picture of delight. The second she turned, Paula's stopped moving, and her smile melted like a patch of snow in the sun – her stare glued to something over Kate's shoulder.

  What?

  Kate raised an eyebrow, but before Paula broke whatever spell had mesmerized her, a strong muscled arm wound around Kate's middle and pulled her away. Every dominant fiber in her body flared to life, and she stiffened.

  "Relax, Mistress Kate," a low, seductive voice murmured in her ear, and warm air tickled her ear and her awareness. The steel band of his arm loosened, and Kate sighed in relief. She turned around in his arms and stared at Chris. Even in heels, the enfant terrible from Club Indigo towered over her, but he didn't crowd her. His hands rested lightly on her hips, and he kept a polite space between them. A beautiful man and an outrageous flirt, Chris Smith had caught her eye from the moment she joined Club Indigo as an aspiring Domme. Chris loved women, and he didn't make a secret of it. He also liked her, but Kate had kept her distance from him. Not because of his womanizer status, but because he was also a Dominant.

  On instinct, Kate swayed to John Legend’s All of You, and Chris moved with her. Not a shy bone in his body, he moved with panther-like grace, and she allowed him to lead – for the moment. He had teased her over and over about submitting to him, but she would never surrender power. Been there, done that, and I didn't like it! Kate loved BDSM, but only when she wielded the whip. Dominant or not – Chris came close to her ideal man. Not only was he devastatingly gorgeous but also kind, caring, and loyal. What a pity he wasn't a submissive!

  Kate enjoyed touching his body more than she should. Her hands stroked over firm shoulders and biceps, and she closed the gap between them. His arms surrounded her, but not in a restrictive way. She inhaled his ocean-like scent, a hint of male under the light fragrance. It promised leisurely lovemaking with ocean breeze touches, a maelstrom of sensations, and an orgasm as powerful as a tsunami.

  "Don't tell the brides, but you're the most beautiful woman here." His breath tickled her ear, and she could picture his face when his lips tipped against the rim of her ear.

  "Flattery will get you nowhere."

  "Just stating the plain truth." Chris didn't sound like his usual self, and she craned her neck to study his face. Serious for once, he peered at her, and something inside her twisted and coiled. The party vanished as her world narrowed to the tightness of his bunching biceps beneath her hands. The air came from his mouth in short puffs, but it had nothing to do with the exertion of dancing. Their eyes met, before his gaze fixed on her mouth. Something inside her seemed to vibrate, and for once, she gave in to the lust. Kate lifted her hands and grabbed his face before claiming his lips in a fierce kiss. Their mouths collided, and years of pent-up passion burst free. Tongues tangled, teeth clashed, and lips meshed as they dueled for control before Chris relaxed under her mouth. His lips softened under hers, while at the same time his impressive length hardened against her thigh, and he moaned. The heady sensation of dominating someone washed over her. Not just someone – Chris!

  He’s mine!

  Kate looked around the masculine bedroom with a sturdy bed and a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner. Of course, the man would have BDSM equipment in his bedroom!

  “Strip,” she practically growled.

  She narrowed her eyes and studied the bed more closely. It had metal rings attached to it at strategic points. A bondage bed, custom made knowing Chris – all she needed was rope. Her nipples pebbled and a tingling sensation pulled at the apex between her thighs. She took a steadying breath to control herself. After dancing around each other for years she was going to have sex with Chris – in his bed – but on her terms.

  Kate looked at him and almost swallowed her tongue – Chris was naked as a newborn, but that was as far as the comparison went. He'd worked construction all his life and it showed in his hard-muscled body. Kate noticed a jagged scar on the front of his left shoulder that she vowed to explore later. Her eyes roamed from his torso over the strong column of his neck to his – smirking – face. Cocky bastard!

  “Where is your rope?” Kate sounded brisk as she struggled with her desire to jump him and her need to control.

  “Dresser, second drawer from the bottom.” Chris indicated to his right.

  “Lie on the bed.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Stop right there,” Kate didn’t bother to look at him as she stroked the handle of a big suede flogger she found in the drawer on top of the rope. She had seen him use it countless times, but had he ever experienced it? The flogger firmly in her hand, Kate reached in the drawer for a coil of rope and turned. Chris stood a few feet from his bed, his eyes on her and an expression on his face she had never seen before. It held determination but also vulnerability and something else she couldn’t decipher. It made her want to push him, take care of his needs, and make love to him. Could he stand to let her dominate him for one night?

  “‘Red’ work for you?” she inquired, referring to the standard safeword used in the BDSM community.

  His eyes widened a fraction and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Red is fine, Mistress.”

  Kate’s pussy dampened with the honorific. The word was dear to her, but to have it come from his lips added something special to it. Kate dropped the rope on the bed and shook out the flogger. She bit back a smile as Chris’ eyes seemed riveted on the strands.

  “Ever been flogged?”

  Chris nodded, Kate raised an eyebrow, and he elaborated without prompting, “As part of my training, I experienced most of what I do to my subs.” His subs, the words threw her off balance a moment as they reminded her he was a Dominant and not a submissive.

  “Flogging, bondage, and sex okay?” A pleasant tingling started at the base of her neck, slid down her body like a lover’s caress, and her pulse quickened.

  Chris looked down and smirked. She followed his gaze. His cock stood proudly from a neatly trimmed nest of hair, his heavy sack dangling between his legs — taunting her. Her mouth watered as she fantasized about genital torture. I want to bind his cock with rope and hang weights from his balls. Put him in a chastity cage and make sure this thing of beauty is mine. A drop of pre-cum shone at the tip, drawing her gaze to the tiny slit. Her breasts ached, and her nipples hardened so fast the areolas puckered against her bra. A pity she didn’t have her sounding kit with her – she would have loved to torture him with urethral play.

  Chris stepped to her side and cupped her cheek. “Why the sad look?”

  She looked at him and narrowed her eyes. “Already topping from the bottom, imp?”

  He squinted at her for a moment before shaking his head. “No Mistress, please forgive me.”

  Oh, the sweet taste of submission.

  “I consent to flogging, bondage, and
sex, but could you please hurry before I embarrass myself by blowing my load?”

  Her hand shot out – she cupped his sack and yanked. Chris moaned and threw back his head. Kate held the pressure on his balls as she leaned forward and sucked on his neck until he shuddered. With a firm but playful tug to his sack and a nip at his neck, she let go and ordered, “Go stand at the cross with your back to me and hold on.”

  Chris obeyed her, and she took a moment to admire his tight ass and muscled legs. She stepped closer and placed her foot between his legs and tapped the insides of his ankles. Chris widened his stance. Kate used her right hand to stroke his back from shoulder to buttocks, exploring his body and warming his muscles. The flogger rested in her dominant left hand, and her fingers flexed around the handle. She stepped back and ran her fingers through the strands as she assessed the man in front of her. He looked relaxed, his forehead resting against his left bicep, his hands gripping the cross with a firm but not tight hold.

  Kate rotated her wrist and landed the strands on his right shoulder and finished the movement by landing the flogger with the same force on his left side. She continued the horizontal figure-eight pattern ten times, before working her way toward his butt. With her skill and experience she had no problem avoiding his spine and kidneys, but Kate dripped with sweat from the power she put into the strokes. Chris had serious muscles, and she needed to use more force than she was used to. When she landed the tenth stroke on his buttocks, she dropped the flogger and brought her body flush against his back. Chris tightened his grip on the cross, and his struggle to obey pleased her. His breathing slowed and deepened as he became more in tune with his body.

  “You’re a good boy.” Kate bit his earlobe, and his pulse quickened. “You can let go of the cross.” Chris obeyed, and she stepped back. “Turn around.” He complied again, and her gaze went straight to his groin. His erection jutted from his body, the tip almost reaching his navel. More pre-cum made the head and shaft glisten in the overhead lights. He was a gorgeous man, and Kate took her time to look her fill. “Go lie on the bed, face-up, arms and legs spread.”