United

by Karen Nappa

  Kate pulled him into the bathroom and slowly undressed him, while caressing him and pressing kisses on exposed skin.

  “Strip, angel,” she said in a soft tone, and Yvonne started to undress immediately. Kate threw Chris’ sweats into the hamper, and with a swift smack to his butt she ordered, “Step in the shower with Yvonne and wait for me.” Chris followed her orders wordlessly. Since they arrived, he’d barely spoken. It wasn’t like him at all!

  Kate went into his bedroom to get clean clothes for him and rope. When she last visited his home, she’d noticed strategically placed handles in the shower. The man liked his bondage and not only in the bedroom! As she retrieved the strands of hemp from his closet, she saw a collection of soy candles and grabbed two and matches to light them.

  She walked back. Both Yvonne and Chris now stood in the shower and Yvonne was scrubbing Chris’ back. The room smelled wet, fresh, woodsy with a light floral note and entirely masculine with no more hint of Chris’ week-old unwashed body.

  Kate lit both candles and stripped quickly before she addressed the girl, “Thank you, angel.” Yvonne turned her head and her eyes widened as she spotted the ropes in Kate’s hands. “I’ll rinse him down.”

  Chris stood, unmoving as a statue with his hands against the wall and, at first, didn’t notice Yvonne leaving the shower stall and Kate entering.

  Kate wrapped rope around his wrist in a practiced move and his head jerked from its slumped position.

  “Do you want to use your safeword, imp?” she whispered in his ear.

  He hesitated for a moment and shook his head. “No Mistress, make me forget everything and let me just feel for a while.”

  “I can do that, my darling boy. I can certainly do that.”

  Kate finished tying his hands and rinsed the soap from his back. When all the suds were gone, she tied him at the knees and ankles, his legs spread far apart and turned the water warmer. Kate aimed the spray between his legs, and he went on his tiptoes. She pulled away the hose and stroked his buttocks and massaged his balls. His cock was erect, the tip engorged and red.

  Kate turned up the heat and aimed the spray again and again until the water was scalding hot and he was flinching away from it. She closed the tap and lit the red candle. Kate tested the wax on the inside of her arm, lowered the candle and did it again. Soy wax had a low burning temperature, but sometimes added ingredients made the candles burn hotter, and Kate always checked before exposing her subs to wax. Kate tugged on his sack, and Chris groaned.

  “Push your ass out, imp,” she ordered.

  Chris arched his back and she let the first drops of wax fall on his buttocks, working in a circle getting closer and closer to his balls. When he was coated in a red heart shaped form – who said she wasn’t a romantic? – she lifted the black candle and repeated her actions, admiring the red and black drops against the pale skin of his ass. Chris’ breathing came in short pants now and he had goosebumps all over his skin. Kate stroked his shoulders and back to check and the warm skin reassured and pleased her.

  “How are you doing, imp?”

  “G-good.” He shuddered, before he begged, “Please, please… touch my cock. I want… I need…” He couldn’t seem to form coherent sentences.

  Kate grabbed his length at the base and stroked to the top. She swirled her finger around the tip and stroked to the root again. She repeated the action, over and over again, until his knees went weak and he leaned heavily against the wall.

  Yvonne walked back in and Kate turned her way. “I cleaned up the mess, but he has no food in the house,” Yvonne said in a soft voice.

  Kate nodded. “It doesn’t surprise me, with the state he was in. Let’s make him come and try to coax him into talking. I might need your help to support him, too.”

  “Yes Mistress,” Yvonne stepped closer. “What do you want me to do now?” Kate loved how she was always eager to please and help.

  “Our imp has been a good boy and deserves to come, use your hands and mouth to finish him, angel.”

  Yvonne stripped out of her bathrobe and climbed in the shower. She knelt in front of Chris and their eyes met for a moment. While Yvonne worked his cock, Kate peeled off the layers of wax until he came in thick spurts of cum over Yvonne’s breasts.

  Chris bellowed his release, the sound tortured, and Kate suspected it was more for the pain he’d felt in the last week than the power of his orgasm.

  Together they worked on the ropes, the knots difficult to loosen with the wet hemp. They lowered Chris to the thick towel Yvonne spread on the bathroom floor. While Yvonne rinsed and put on her bathrobe, Kate dried and rocked Chris like he was a little child. Yvonne joined them, and they helped Chris from the floor and walked to the bedroom.

  After a short nap, Chris stirred.

  “Angel,” she warned Yvonne and the blonde pushed to one elbow.

  Chris opened his eyes and stared right into Kate’s gaze. He held her stare for a moment, before lowering his eyes and whispering, “I’m sorry.”

  “For what exactly?” she sounded sharper than she liked. Yeah, I’m pissed at him!

  “For what happened at my parents and …” He looked directly in her eyes again. “And for the way I behaved after. I – I …” He scrubbed his hand over his face, and Yvonne squeezed his shoulder to show her support.

  “What exactly happened at your parents, Chris?” Kate knew Chris needed to talk about it.

  “Well, I – they.” Chris cursed low and pushed himself in a half sitting position against the headboard. Kate and Yvonne nestled against his sides, and he pressed kisses on the top of both their heads and sighed. “My parents have very strict ideas about what’s right and wrong. I love them dearly, but their beliefs drive me nuts.”

  “They don’t approve of the lifestyle?”

  Chris snorted at Yvonne’s question.

  “For years mom has been on me about settling down, finding a nice girl and so on. I guess when I called her and asked if it was all right for me to bring you two, she just heard what she was hoping to hear.”

  “So,” Kate concluded, “when you showed up with two women instead of one, they were shocked.”

  Chris nodded against her head.

  Absentmindedly she circled his nipple with a manicured nail eliciting a shudder from Chris. “I think you – we – could have handled that. So, what did your father say that had you withdraw like this?”

  Chris let out a heavy sigh, before he repeated his discussion with his dad. His father’s cruel words horrified them both, and Yvonne openly cried by the time Chris had finished.

  Kate kissed him on the cheek and looked earnestly at the two people she loved. She grabbed Yvonne’s hand and rested her other against Chris face. “Do you want me to pull back? The two of you can have a ‘normal’ relationship to appease Chris’ parents.”

  Chris’ “Hell no” fell together with “Echt niet!” from Yvonne, and both he and Kate looked at her strangely.

  Yvonne slapped her hand against her mouth, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to speak Dutch. My words hold the same sentiment as Chris’ do, though.” She smiled weakly.

  Kate answered with her own smile. “At least we know you feel strongly about it. Normally you only slip into Dutch when you’re in subspace.”

  Despite the seriousness of their discussion, they all chuckled.

  Chris cleared his throat. “I’m not ashamed for what we do or what we are. What I am. I love you both and I need you both and nothing, or no one will come between us.”

  Yvonne and Kate agreed, and they all curled up and fell asleep together content in each other’s arms. They might not have all the answers, but they had each other.

  The next morning Yvonne woke to the sounds of someone shuffling through the room. She opened her eyes and squinted against the light before opening them wide again. An arm’s length away from her Chris was getting dressed. With his hair in sexy disarray from sleeping and scruff on his face he was handsome, and she enjoyed watching
him dress.

  Chris noticed her and winked. “If I knew you were watching, I would have put on more of a show.”

  “If you put on more of a show it would have been a reverse striptease, and we might have dragged you back to bed.” Kate’s voice was rough with sleep and Yvonne chuckled.

  “Reverse striptease, that’s a great way to describe it. Our man is sexy whatever he does,” Yvonne agreed.

  Chris grinned, and he looked boyish again. He padded over to them and dropped a kiss on first Yvonne’s and then Kate’s lips. “Behave you two and I’ll get us some breakfast.” His grin widened. “Or better, don’t behave and send me a few pictures.”

  Kate smacked him on his ass and shooed him out.

  When Chris left the room, Kate turned her full attention on Yvonne. They kissed for a while, and Kate’s hand roamed over Yvonne’s body. Her nipples hardened. Suddenly, Kate turned away her head and sneezed. Even her sneeze sounded melodic, just like her laughter.

  “Gezondheid,”

  Both burst into giggles. It was amazing and freeing.

  Yvonne ran her hands tentatively over Kate’s collarbone and Kate kissed her neck and pressed her on the mattress. Slowly the Mistress worked her way down Yvonne’s body, trailing kisses where she went and paying extra attention to erogenous spots, like Yvonne’s nipples. When she reached Yvonne’s belly button she gave it extra attention. Yvonne pushed herself onto her elbows and watched Kate. The Mistress placed kisses on Yvonne’s belly, like she worshipped the new life growing inside. Yvonne trembled as she went lower but Kate trailed kisses over her hip and over Yvonne’s leg to her knee, before going the other side and working her way back up, rubbing her breasts as she went. Their hands, lips and tongues explored each other without stopping or waiting, rubbing against each other’s bodies like cats in heat.

  Slowly, Kate turned and positioned her swollen pussy above Yvonne, the pouty lips hovering inches about Yvonne’s face. Yvonne used her fingers to caress Kate’s soft folds, while Kate kissed the inside of Yvonne’s legs, inching closer and closer to her pussy. Hot fluid drizzled between her ass cheeks and dripped on the mattress. Kate buried her face between Yvonne’s legs, nibbling and sucking on her labia and clit, as Yvonne slowly swiped her tongue over the length of Kate’s slit. Kate’s pussy was hot and the cream sweet and tangy. Encouraged by Kate’s physical reaction, Yvonne lapped and suckled, her movements getting more frantic as Kate’s tongue and mouth drove her higher and higher toward ecstasy. When Yvonne started to squirm, Kate slung her arms around Yvonne’s thighs and anchored her against the mattress. Yvonne ramped up her effort; she wouldn’t come before her Mistress. She tongued and licked and sucked until she didn’t remember where Kate ended, and she began. They drove each other to the point of oblivion where the entire room faded into the background and all that existed were their bodies and how they made each other feel.

  Chapter Nine

  “Hey, now that we’re going to be a family, shouldn’t we discuss living arrangements?” Chris breached the topic after they’d exchanged hugs and kisses a week after Thanksgiving. After the debacle with his parents, no one had talked about the future, and it was time to raise the issue. “My place isn’t big enough for all of us and neither is yours, Kate. I think we should start looking for a house.”

  “I’ve got a better idea,” Kate brushed a kiss on his cheek. “My tenants gave me notice just before we went to Arizona. Upstairs will be empty come January. I was going to wait and surprise you at Christmas. The two of you and the baby can live up there, and we can all come and go between the two flats.”

  “But that’s a separate apartment, no?” The corners of Yvonne’s mouth drooped. “I thought we would all live together. Anyway, I haven’t talked to Tante Wilma about moving out. Oom Cameron is getting stronger, but I don’t want to leave if they still need me. Also, I’m not sure about my visa status if I leave their house.”

  “That’s the other reason the upstairs apartment is better than a house. I have a client who’s an immigration lawyer, and I picked his brain the last time he came in. For Yvonne to go from a visitor’s visa to a green card, she’ll need to get married. Preferably to the father of her child. If I’m obviously in the picture, it’s likely to mess things up. Immigration is no more into non-traditional families than Chris’ parents are. They’ll investigate to make sure the marriage is ‘valid.’ So the two of you move in together upstairs, file the paperwork, and we have a wedding.”

  “Thanks for proposing for me.” Chris folded his arms over his chest. “And answering for Yvonne, too.”

  “I’m just trying to solve the problem of keeping Yvonne around.”

  “I know you are, but it’s not exactly the way I envisioned either of those two things happening.” The words left a sour taste in his mouth.

  “Both of you stop,” Yvonne jumped into the conversation. “First, if I have to get married, I accept your proposal, whoever made it. But if Chris and I marry, that leaves you out. That’s not right. Our Mistress is a part of any family we have.”

  “Thank you, dear,” Kate held herself ramrod straight. “I have a solution for that too. How would you both feel about wearing my collar at some point? It’s not legal, but there is no way for all three of us to be legally related.”

  “Oh, Mistress, to wear your collar would be my very great honor.” Yvonne’s eyes shone brightly. “Isn’t that the perfect solution?”

  “It is. I take all my comments back, Kate. I, too, would be honored to wear your collar. When shall we do it?” Chris’ adrenaline spiked.

  “Why don’t you leave that to me. I think I’d like to wait until the baby is born and then we can make it official for the three of us,” Kate tapped her index finger against her jeans clad leg. “There is one more thing that would be a good idea. It would help if you could make peace with your family, Chris.”

  Chris practically snarled the words. “Leave them out of this. We can have a perfectly wonderful marriage without their approval.” When he realized how it sounded, he forced himself to calm. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t snap at you. It’s just … They’re my parents.” He shrugged his shoulders, not sure how to explain.

  “I’m sorry, too,” Kate’s features softened. “It wasn’t the most productive way to bring the subject up and probably not the right time either. We can all have a house together after Yvonne becomes a U.S. citizen. That’s at least three years after the date of the wedding. Right now, this is the best we can do.”

  “If you say so.” Yvonne winched and dropped her gaze.

  “Now, don’t be disappointed. My place should work out pretty well. The back steps go to both places. It’s not like we would have to go outside to get back and forth. None of this will change the relationships between the three of us. I’m still the Mistress in this relationship, and you both will continue to submit to me.”

  “Only three years to wait? I expected it would be longer.” Yvonne worried her bottom lip.

  “Three years if you’re married to a U.S. citizen. It’s five otherwise. And you can’t leave the country for longer than six months during that time. We’ll take a trip to the Netherlands so you can introduce the baby to your sister as soon as you get your green card. If we start the paperwork soon, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

  Chris quietly listened and slowly relaxed.

  “Oh, we don’t have to do that. Els wants to come when the baby is born.” Yvonne beamed. “We can wait to go when it will be easier to show you my home. To go back to the subject of the lawyer, will he help us?”

  “I’ve got his contact info here. His name is Josh Ellis, and he said he thought he could squeeze you in. He’s doing a lot of pro bono work with asylum seekers and undocumented aliens, so I know he’ll appreciate a paying client.”

  "Great.” It was time he added to the conversation and became part of the solution instead of the problem. “We'll call the lawyer first thing tomorrow."

  “It’s my case. I’ll call him,” Yv
onne replied. “Just because I’m a sub, it doesn’t mean I can’t take care of myself.”

  “I said, ‘we,’” Chris protested. “You can take the lead, but I’m coming, too. I’m the father of this child, after all.”

  “Sure, I’m happy to have you there with me. But I don’t think Kate should come. We don’t want to put the lawyer in the position of keeping that part of things secret.” Yvonne gave Kate an apologetic smile. “So, what are we having for dinner tonight?”

  They all looked at each other for a moment.

  Chris started laughing. “We were all so focused on talking, nobody planned dinner. Would you ladies care to join me at one of the many fine dining establishments in Kansas City or shall we order in?”

  Kate and Yvonne looked at Chris before turning to each other and their reaction came in unison, “Order in.”

  Kate continued, “The menus are in the top drawer by the fridge, Chris, if you wouldn’t mind getting them.”

  Once Chris had gotten back with the Thai food they had decided on and everyone had had their first serving, Yvonne announced, “My aunt and uncle would like you both to join us for Christmas dinner.” Kate fiddled with her napkin with her eyes riveted on her plate. Chris swallowed hard and his shoulders and biceps tensed straining his shirt.

  “You don’t want to go?”

  “Are you sure they want to see us? Accept us?” Chris’ tone was skeptical.

  Say what? Anger grew and she didn’t know where to direct it. “Yes, they do!” She trained her eyes on Kate. “Tante told me specifically to bring you both.” She repeated the last word for emphasis.

  Chris didn’t seem convinced. “If my parents can’t accept us, what will a Wall Street bigshot and an accomplished designer think about me and the relationship with Kate and you?”