by Karen Nappa
“You really want that?” she asked, bewildered.
“Sure thing, angel. Let me eat your pussy.”
Yvonne straddled his head and lowered until her pussy hovered over his mouth.
“Lower,” he growled, and she shuddered at the vibrations against her sensitive flesh.
Tentatively, she moved a bit further down, worried she would smother him. A surprised sound escaped her mouth with the first lap of his tongue, and she surged up. Chris grabbed her hips between his big, calloused hands and started to eat her out. Yvonne kept her eyes trained on the sensual sight of Chris’ engorged cock sliding in and out Kate’s mouth, while she enjoyed his skilled tongue and lips playing her pussy like an instrument. Kate lifted her face and pumped Chris’ cock a couple of times. Yvonne leaned forward, and Kate met her halfway for a salacious kiss – amazed at her own forwardness.
Kate dragged her teeth over Yvonne’s lower lip, pulled back and looked her straight in the eyes. “Ever had anal sex?” She cupped the back of Yvonne’s head.
Yvonne bit her bottom lip. “Yes, but it has been a while.”
Kate leaned down and pulled her toy bag from under the bed. She sheathed Chris with a condom and placed a bottle of lube on the bed.
Kate stroked Chris’ arm and grabbed his shoulder until he lifted Yvonne from his face and beamed at their Mistress.
“Can you fuck her while I prepare her asshole for you?” Kate ran a teasing fingernail from his sternum to his belly button.
“With pleasure, Mistress.”
Kate kissed him on the cheek. “It’s Kate tonight, lover!” before turning her attention to Yvonne, “Turn around and sit on his dick, angel.”
Yvonne did as instructed and guided his cock to her entrance. She lowered herself and enjoyed the stretch it created. Anal sex wasn’t the only thing she hadn’t had in a long time.
“God, you’re tight,” Chris groaned.
Kate guided Yvonne forward on Chris’ chest, and again his hands gripped her hips. He started to hammer into her from below. At the same time, Kate’s lubed finger breached her back entrance. After the first burning sensation, the discomfort made way for pleasure as Kate started to finger fuck her ass in the same rhythm Chris penetrated her pussy. More lube drizzled between her buttocks, and Kate added a second and used a scissoring motion to open her more. When she added a third finger, the stretch made Yvonne hot and feverish.
“I can feel her moisten around my dick,” Chris groaned.
Kate pulled out her fingers and gave her ass a resounding slap. “She’s ready,” Kate told Chris. “Let me wash my hands. Her ass is yours for now. When I return, I want her pussy.”
Chris let go of Yvonne’s hips and, with one hand behind her head, pulled her in for a lecherous kiss. “We need to make sure your pussy is available for Kate, angel,” he whispered against her lips after a last swipe of his tongue against hers. “Let’s do a reverse cowboy.”
Chris guided her off him, and Yvonne turned around. She was straddling Chris again when Kate returned.
“Are you both ready for a good ass fucking?”
Her body trembled in anticipation, and Chris called out, “Hell yes!”
Kate chuckled as she settled beside them on the bed and lathered Chris’ cock with a generous amount of lube. As Kate held Chris’ member at the base and the tip at Yvonne’s anus, she lowered herself and bit her lip.
“Go slowly, angel.” Kate’s slender hand under one thigh emphasized the order.
Yvonne lifted slightly and lowered further on his well lubed cock until her buttocks rested on his groin, and his entire length was seated into her back hole.
“Oh fuck, your ass is squeezing me like a giant fist, and you’re so hot,” Chris grunted.
Kate’s hand shot out, and she pulled Chris’ balls away from his body, eliciting another moan from him. “Don’t you dare come, Chris. You’re not done yet.”
Without letting go of his balls, Kate lowered her head and licked Yvonne’s pussy. The sensation of a huge, hard dick in her ass and soft lips and tongue at her pussy was overwhelming. The strength left her legs and she lowered herself on Chris torso. She jolted slightly as he placed the soles of his feet flat on the mattress.
Chris held on to her hips as he pistoned his hard shaft in and out her backside. It almost distracted her from the skilled mouth that devoured her pussy with uncanny skill.
It seemed like her lower half was on fire and her entire body tingled.
Chris groaned. "Fuck, Kate. She's close. I can feel her strangling my cock."
Yvonne thrashed her head against his chest in ruthless abandon as flecks danced before her eyes. All her muscles tightened, and she struggled to remain in control before she shattered into a mind-blowing orgasm.
They gave her a few moments to get her bearings before Chris pulled out of her tender asshole and she shuddered in a pleasant aftershock. Kate wiped a sweat-streaked hair out of Yvonne's face and helped her onto the mattress.
As she lay panting on the bed, Chris stroked her hair and back, and Kate pulled off the condom and threw it away.
Kate pressed a kiss on Yvonne’s shoulder. “Ready for more?”
Yvonne lifted her head and looked at first Kate, and then Chris. Meer? “You want more?”
Chris gave a crooked grin and purposefully looked at his still fully erect cock as he rolled on another condom. “But Kate…?” Yvonne stuttered.
“… will get her turn later, but now wants to spank you until you come. On your belly, angel.”
Yvonne happily obliged. Chris positioned himself behind her and drove into her pussy. While he fucked Yvonne from behind, Kate made good on her promise and spanked Yvonne hard and fast until both she and Chris came.
After Chris discarded the condom, he returned to the bed and pulled both Yvonne and Kate in his arms.
They cuddled for a little while before Chris lifted his head and addressed Kate, “What about you? It doesn’t seem fair we came, and you didn’t.”
Kate rewarded him with a soft kiss. “Thank you, imp, for thinking about me.” She smiled radiantly and her green eyes sparkled with joy and intent. “What do you suggest?”
“Please, let me eat your pussy,” Chris pleaded.
Kate didn’t utter a word, but she rolled on her back, spreading her legs wide, and Chris settled between the V of her thighs. Kate looked deep into Yvonne’s eyes and ordered, “Kiss me, angel.”
Yvonne went readily and happily into Kate’s open arms and they kissed. First slow and sensual but Kate’s movements against her mouth became more frantic and uncoordinated as Chris drove her higher and higher towards orgasm. Yvonne moved her lips from Kate’s mouth to her neck and shoulder. She kissed and nibbled a path from her Mistress’ collarbone until she latched on to a pink nipple, while she carefully rolled the other hard tip between her thumb and forefinger. The combined sensation of Chris’ skillful mouth devouring Kate’s pussy and Yvonne’s breast play brought a powerful orgasm which had Kate’s back bowing and lifting her torso off the bed. After a last kiss to her trembling pussy, Chris crawled up the bed and again cradled the two women against his big body. Spent, they cuddled and caressed each other until sleep claimed them.
Chris woke with a lightness in his chest and a pleasant weight against his left side. He cracked open an eye and turned his head to the left. Long blonde hair in sexy disarray obscured the owner but a bare breast and a sexy long leg were at full display instead. He smiled and wanted to turn to spoon her but couldn’t. Something to his right hampered his mobility. He turned his head slowly and spotted the shining mass of red hair which could only belong to one person—
“Kate,” he whispered.
He pressed his head back into the pillow as memories from last night rushed to the forefront of his mind. Things had been natural and amazing as the three of them had slipped into place like pieces of a puzzle. Co-topping Yvonne with Kate had been a heady experience. He and Kate complemented each other on the BDSM-floo
r like James and he fit together at work. Combined with the bisexuality of both Kate and Yvonne their threesome had just — clicked. Yvonne seemed to be the puzzle piece which united Kate and him. Could they make their relationship work?
Next Saturday, Chris leaned against the wall in the main room at Club Indigo. He had put on the leather DM vest for the early shift. He and Yvonne would play later. His mind wandered over the previous weeks and his relationship with Kate and Yvonne. The hardest part was to figure out their two on two interactions. When Chris had come up with the idea of a ménage, he hadn’t realized there would be four dynamics: all of them, Chris and Yvonne, the women together, and he and Kate. Rather than making a schedule, they had decided to play it by ear. Last Friday they hadn’t played at the club but had gone to the movies instead. They saw Thor: Love and Thunder because apparently Kate liked action heroes, and Yvonne had a thing for Chris Hemsworth. Chris smiled at the memory. Yvonne had gushed about how handsome the guy was and how much he and Chris looked alike. Like he was some Hollywood pretty boy!
Chris forced his attention back to the scene in front of him. One of the newer Doms tied Sonja to the spiderweb. Derek Kiriakis seemed a decent guy, and it looked like he matched well with Sonja. Chris’ opinion about him as a Dom was still open. He needed to see more, and it looked like tonight he would have the opportunity. Somehow, he felt protective over Sonja. Not all Doms could handle her bratty mouth, and Chris had never seen her play in the central room. Did the Dom push her too hard, or had the other Doms been too lenient? She’d been a submissive at the club for a long time, and Chris had played with her several times. He’d never developed a real connection to her, but she was a nice woman, and he wanted a good Dom for her. Derek caught his gaze, and Chris moved closer to the scene.
“Problems?” he asked, curious why the other Dom wanted him in the scene.
“Not really, but I could do with an extra pair of eyes for the next part.” Derek glanced over to Sonja, who looked relaxed and was waiting patiently for the moment. “I want to give her a sensual flogging but with a tad more pain than she would usually enjoy.”
Chris lifted his head. “It’s about time someone pushed her boundaries. No other dominant reached into her. She’s submissive, no doubt about that, but something is holding her back.”
Derek grunted his agreement. “She is. I think she’s a special kind of sub who needs a stern but loving hand. Let’s see if I can push her with orgasms and pain.”
Chris clapped him on the back. “I’ll be here if you need me.”
Derek nodded his thanks, his total focus back on the bound submissive in front of him. He untied the flogger from his belt and shook out the strands. Chris bit back a chuckle as Sonja’s eyes fixed on the suede tresses – a nice mix of anticipation and fear on her face. Derek ran the flogger through his hand and landed it lightly on her right breast. Using a simple figure-eight pattern, he moved the strands over both globes.
Derek kept a steady rhythm, until Sonja was panting and squeezing her eyes shut. He lowered the flogger and ran his hands over her breasts, until she relaxed and opened her eyes. Chris stood back, his focus on Sonja’s face rather than where Derek’s hands roamed her body. Chris was a total breast-man, and Sonja had a fantastic rack, but this wasn’t about his desires. Her relaxed expression pleased Chris, but her eyes were alert and didn’t show the soft submission he liked in a woman.
“How are you doing, sub?” Derek moved closer to her and stroked a bound arm. Nice!
“Okay, Sir.”
“On a scale from one to ten for how much you can take, how would you rate this?”
“A two, I think.” Sonja chewed her bottom lip.
“You think?” Derek’s forehead creased, and Chris silently applauded him. Good catch!
“Well, if zero is no pain and ten is intolerable.”
“Let me rephrase, on a scale you’d still enjoy, but a ten is reaching your endurance.” Derek amended.
“Oh, in that case, about five.”
Derek nodded like he had been expecting the answer. “Can I rely on you to use ‘yellow’ when I reach about nine, baby?”
Chris didn’t believe for a moment Derek would go this far. The other Dom didn’t strike him as a sadist, and Sonja — assuredly — was not a masochist. Was Derek aware the mind was the biggest sex organ and with a smart woman like Sonja it needed to be engaged?
“Yes, Sir,” Sonja’s jutting chin showed she wasn’t impressed. Yet!
Derek raised the flogger and started again. With Sonja’s dark skin it was hard to see the markings, but Derek alternated the strokes of the whip with touches of his hand.
Good enough, he’s testing the skin temperature. Definitely an experienced Dominant.
Sonja’s breathing became heavier and deeper. She had her head thrown back against the web, her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. Chris scanned her body. She had her hands balled into fists, and her toes curled like she wanted to ball them too. Derek seemed to catch on it also, as he dropped the flogger again and pressed his body into hers. Chris stepped closer when Sonja relaxed against Derek, with her head against his chest.
“She’s had enough,” Derek spoke to Chris without taking his focus of the spaced out submissive.
“I think you’re right. You've obviously had a lot of experience with both the flogger and subs. Let me unbuckle her and clean up, so you can do the aftercare.” Chris handed him a subbie blanket.
He unhooked the cuffs from the web and was impressed by the high-quality leather and the safety hooks Derek had used. Sonja leaned heavily on Derek, but he supported her weight without any problem. Chris watched as Derek wrapped Sonja in the blanket and took her with him. Perfect!
He liked Derek more and more. Chris pulled a handful of cleaning wipes from the container and started to scrub the equipment. While he worked, he enjoyed the atmosphere of the club and the music coming from the speakers. It was about an hour and a half before his DM shift ended, and he would 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.
As his flogger came down on the submissive bound before him, he noticed Yvonne still hadn’t relaxed. An hour ago, 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 balled into fists, 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 is quite 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 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’ bicep 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. Kate stood at a short distance but watched the two of them with the focus and concentration Tante Wilma 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.”
