United

by Karen Nappa

  She turned and accepted the whip from Connor. Kate rotated her shoulders and started to warm up with the dragon tail.

  Rotate, flick, smack, catch. Rotate, flick, smack, catch.

  The world narrowed as Kate concentrated on the movement and mentally went over her task. Since her subs had different needs, this whipping was going to be tricky. Chris submitted to her and the pain she gave with the gift of his surrender to her. Yvonne needed to experience the pain to reach that heightened state of submission, where everything felt good and intense.

  Completely in Topspace, Kate turned to her bound subs, and Connor stepped away from them. Rotate, flick – now the smack was followed by a masculine groan as Kate landed the first strike on Chris’ muscled butt. Without losing momentum Kate caught the end of the whip, and she geared up to land a stroke on Yvonne. With more power this time, Kate lashed the end of the implement over the creamy white buttocks. The masochist cried out but pushed her ass out after the whip coiled back in Kate’s hand as if begging for more. Kate landed the next stroke on Chris and circled back to Yvonne in the same movement.

  Their environment faded to the background as Kate focused on her subs, her movement fluent and the whip an extension of her body. Kate reveled in the sounds Chris and Yvonne made, and her nipples tightened and bunched while her pussy tingled and dampened with arousal. Time and space lost their meaning, and all that mattered were the two people in front of her.

  Kate landed the last strokes on her bound submissives, her shoulder and arm muscles pleasantly tired and her head clear. Halfway through the scene, Yvonne slipped deep in subspace and had babbled in Dutch. Kate smiled as she now knew it was a good sign when Yvonne started talking in her native tongue. How worried she and Chris had been that first time, several months ago.

  As Connor helped to unbuckle Chris, Kate released the spaced-out blonde. Chris was right at her side, and he hoisted Yvonne in his arms. With Kate he walked over to the red couch and plonked down. He moaned when the move reminded him of his tender backside and Kate reveled in the sound.

  A little over a month into their marriage, their triad worked like clockwork. Yvonne and Chris had settled into their apartment, and Kate spent her free time with them. But right now, the hearts and flowers were nowhere to be found.

  Yvonne faced off with Chris, hands on her hips. “I’m pregnant, not ill. I can do things in the house.”

  Chris glared back. “Yes, you can, and I agree you’re not sick. You do, however, have a responsibility to look after our baby.”

  “I’m not irresponsible,” Yvonne yelled.

  “No, you’re usually not. But you are impulsive, angel!”

  “Spontaneous,” she challenged.

  Chris had to bite back a grin. Stubborn and feisty, and absolutely gorgeous! A fertility goddess! “So, carrying two heavy cans of paint upstairs while six months pregnant isn’t impulsive to you?” He arched an eyebrow. “Let alone getting the paint from Home Depot. On. Your. Own? I was there when the doctor told you to limit how much you lift, remember?”

  Yvonne backpedaled. “We decided on the color, and you were busy with work.”

  “I was.”

  Yvonne continued, “Kate was busy, too.”

  “True.”

  “So, I thought I’d spare you some time and trouble and go to the store myself. I want it done before the baby is born.”

  Chris tilted his head and didn’t say a word.

  “You know I loved the bright yellow to cheer up the room.”

  Chris crossed his arms and leaned his hip against the banister. Maybe they should move the conversation from the staircase, but damn if he would allow Yvonne to carry those heavy cans up. Or let her top from the bottom.

  “Angel, you know damn well I would have done it already if we weren’t working weekends to make that deadline! Were you planning on doing the painting yourself, too? With the fumes?”

  “Of course not,” Yvonne bristled. “I wouldn’t endanger our child. I was going to ask Laura and Suzie if their sons might be interested in doing the job.” Her expression turned from feisty to sad. “I just wanted to help. I’m tired of sitting around doing nothing while you and Kate work so hard.”

  Kate had been putting in overtime to afford another car, and Chris and James were working their asses off on a project that came with penalties if they were late.

  Chris realized what had been going through their submissive’s head. She wasn’t topping from the bottom, she was trying to serve her Sir and Mistress. In a foolish way, but with the right intentions. He pulled Yvonne into his arms and whispered in her hair, “Don’t underestimate the job you have. Your body is working extra hard to prepare our precious baby girl or boy to be born. There isn’t a harder or more important job, angel.”

  Yvonne let out a shuddering exhalation against his chest, and a warm, wet spot formed on his T-shirt from her tears. Work was important, but Yvonne, Kate, and this little human were more important, and Chris silently vowed to spend more time at home.

  Kate stood at the side of the scening area, while Chris connected the chains from the ceiling with Yvonne’s cuffs. Because Yvonne was now heavy with child, Kate preferred it when Chris did the impact play.

  Yvonne had a healthy and uncomplicated pregnancy, but Kate – as well as Chris – didn’t want to take any chances. Besides, watching Chris dominate their Angel wasn’t exactly hardship. Kate would never submit herself, but she liked him as a dominant as under her whip. The big plus, if she wanted to beat someone’s ass — Chris’ bottom and back formed an excellent canvas.

  Chris fondled Yvonne’s breasts, now more than a handful, and she arched her back. She was so responsive. Chris whispered something in Yvonne’s ear, and Kate smiled at the clearly visible shiver. Their man had a wicked tongue and a dirty spirit. Chris was a master at engaging the mind, the most important sex organ.

  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 a beaming 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, his hands caressing her arms, checking the bonds, and coming back to Yvonne’s breasts, before snaking their 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, 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 f
inish this. Kate stepped in and picked up the magic wand. Chris had plugged it in before the scene, 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 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 and floggers and bagged them. She wiped the chains leaving 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 woman and man on the couch and enjoyed the feeling of 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 united them in more than one way.

  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 basically was certain of a job at the Sweet And Savory Table. Her relationship with Chris and Kate worked out well, the three of them clicked on any aspect of their lives. Yvonne and Chris had settled into the apartment and it felt like home to Yvonne. Tante Wilma was over the moon with her niece close by and Oom Cameron had recovered. Her obstetrician was pleased with how her pregnancy progressed, the baby grew well and the morning sickness had vanished in 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 she 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 way to the bathroom. She used the toilet, but by the time she was washing her hands another painful contraction rippled through her lower back and abdomen. She wasn’t due for another three weeks according to the obstetrician, 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’ 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, it is too early. 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, happy he’d set up the remote service.

  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 in twenty 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 on the back seat and yelled, “Go, go, go,” before he slammed the door shut.

  Kate had 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. Last thing they needed was to be pulled over by an overactive police officer. 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, and she 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’ cheek. “I’ll park the car and find you.”

  The next couple of hours passed in a blur of pain and activity for Yvonne. By the time Kate joined them in her private delivery room, the staff had hooked Yvonne to various machines and she was as comfortable as a woman in labor could be. The contractions lasted more than a minute and occurred only minutes apart.

  After an incredibly fast delivery, their baby girl was born kicking and screaming at 10:30 am. Although she was three weeks early, the baby was big and healthy at 6 lbs. 10 oz. and didn't need to go to the neonatal unit as the hospital staff had been expecting.

  Chris kissed Yvonne’s forehead as she cradled the small bundle in her arms, and he looked at them with adoration in his eyes. “Thank you, so much for this little wonder. Our little girl is perfect.”

  She barely saw him this serious, and wat is dat? – was that a tear in the corner of his eye?

  Yvonne gave Chris a tired smile and looked over to Kate. Their complex dynamic had changed again, and Yvonne worried about how Kate felt. She struggled upright and carefully held out her precious girl to the other woman.

  “Here, Kate. Hold our daughter.”

  Kate took the bundle from her with a look of love and awe on her face, and Chris scooped Yvonne’s right hand and pressed a kiss to it.

  Yvonne leaned back into her pillow. To her right sat Chris, still holding her hand with the biggest goofiest grin on his face. To her left, Kate held their baby girl with a solemn expression on her face. Although her Mistress whispered the words, Yvonne could hear them clearly. “Hello Katerina Rose Smith, I’m so happy to meet you. I’m Mama Kate, and I, Mama Yvonne, and Daddy love you very, very much.”

  ~ The Beginning

  Acknowledgments

  A book isn’t created in isolation (even during Covid-19 lock down) and we would never be able to write what we write without our support system of friends, family, and beta readers. To all of you:

  Thank you, we love yo
u and we cherish your friendship, advice, and support.

  We don’t live in a bubble and our work is influenced by experiences in real life, and also by reading and listening to music. We want to give a special thank you to:

  Lilly Atlas, for lending her character Derek Jackson from the book Escapades (Trident Ink Book One). For more about her and her books, check out her website or go directly to the amazon book page to get Escapades.

  Dutch bands Racoon and Kensington for being an inspiration with their music. You can find more about Racoon and Kensington and when you like what you hear, let us know!

  Parting words from the author

  This book contains Dutch customs, words, and foods. Although we’ve tried to explain them in the book, for your convenience and entertainment here are a few translations and/or explanations.

  Alles goed? (‘all good?’) is a standard polite Dutch greeting and not meant to be answered truthfully. It’s considered polite to give a brief reply and ask the same.

  “All good?”

  “Yes, thank you. And you?”

  “Thank you, me too.”

  It isn’t an invitation to share your life’s story or unload your burden.

  Gourmetten, a luxury Dutch (Christmas) meal, this blog post is a great and fun way to learn more about it: https://dutchreview.com/culture/food/gourmetten-gezellig-evening-classic-dutch-dining/

  Hagelslag (chocolate sprinkles) the Dutch eat them on bread a lot, not just small children. Yep, we’re funny like that!

  If you ever visit The Netherlands, consider old cities like Den Bosch (‘s Hertogenbosch) and nature park The Veluwe, aside from Amsterdam and The Keukenhof and remember to check Fetlife for local events. Most Dutch speak English, although we don’t think we’re any good at it. (Unless you’re Louis van Gaal, of course)