Yvonne tried to answer, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the tapping sensation turned into little needles, and her head flopped back again. Electro-play couldplain hurt, but in the hands of a skilled sadist, it had the power to send her into ecstasy.
As with the flogger, Kate proved to be a master with the device as well. She worked Yvonne to the brink of orgasm repeatedly, only to dial back or replace the contact pads and stimulate different areas of Yvonne’s lower half. The TENS clenched and unclenched her muscles. Depending on the electrodes’ placement, it came close to orgasm. The knowledge that Kate controlled those contractions, and their intensity was heady.
By the time Yvonne was ready to beg for release, the bedroom door opened, and Chris halted on the threshold. “Now, isn’t that a sight for a tired and hardworking man.”
“Hey, imp, how about you take a shower and join us. Our angel has been a very good girl, and she deserves to come.”
“Does she now?” Chris grinned. “Then I’d better make it quick, because our Mistress could probably do with a good hard fucking, too, right?”
As Chris turned to go, Kate’s full attention landed back on her. With a wicked grin, Kate lifted the device and ever so slowly lowered her hand to the dial. Yvonne lay still and watched breathlessly. It was probably that helpless feeling even more so than the physical stimulus that made playing with Kate so amazing.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kate looked around Club Indigo’s main room on Saturday night. The club hadn’t had this many people in weeks, and she enjoyed seeing many of her friends. Apparently, work and family lives kept them away. Instead of splitting up and playing, the attendees huddled together in the lounge.
They’d been discussing the club and its members when Mitch broached a subject that had bugged Kate for a while, too. “The munch is important for the club, since our goal is to help the kinksters in Kansas City experience BDSM in a safe environment.”
Mitch waited for Sonja and Derek, who had just arrived, to join the group before he continued. “We need more club regulars at the munch or it’s going to die. Last month it was just Kate, Julie and I, with ten new people. That kind of balance won’t fly. It’s not a lot to ask the rest of you to turn up once in a while.”
James rubbed his hand over his mouth. “You’re right, of course. We haven’t been since we got Josh. We owe that munch a lot. It’s how I found Laura again.”
Kate remembered that munch like it had been yesterday.New to the lifestyle, Laura had avoided James rather than communicate, and it had taken much effort and patience from James to coax her into a conversation, let alone a relationship. They had been through much, but it had only made them and their bond stronger. Now they were married and had adopted a son.
Kate watched her friend closely, but Laura had only eyes for her husband Dom. She melted at Laura’s expression when James turned to her.
“What do you think, hon? Josh is old enough to be by himself for an evening, isn’t he?”
Laura said, “Count us in for next week.”
Jackson looked at his wife. “Have you ever been to the munch?”
Laura had needed time before she agreed to D/s. Paula had needed even more before she agreed to twenty-four seven TPE. Kate didn’t claim to understand the mechanics of love, but Jackson and Paula had found a shape that fit them. Jackson looked more relaxed and more contented with his wife nearby—whether it was kneeling at his feet or cuddled into his side, like she was now—and Paula glowed with happiness.
“No, Sir. Sounds like fun, though.” Paula tried wiggle free but was hindered by the arm around her waist. She scowled but schooled her face into a respectful, pleasant expression when Jackson raised his eyebrow at her.
Interesting interaction! Will Chris, Yvonne, and I someday be able to speak without words?
“We’re in, too, barring a crime wave,” Jackson quipped, and Kate had to laugh—her wishful thinking to her mind’s backburner. With both Jackson and Paula working as detectives, a crime wave might put a stop to their plans, although they worked different departments.
Derek turned to Sonja. “Would you like to go?”
The voluptuous dark woman didn’t hesitate. “Sure. Munches are fun. Besides, I met Suzie at that munch.”
“We’ll be there, too, Mitch.” Derek stroked the back of Sonja’s neck.
“Excellent.” Mitch slapped his knees and relaxed in his chair. “I’m taking the night off. The six of you should be enough to cover for me. You won’t be completely on your own. Kate and Scott have already committed.”
“Don’t forget us,” Sandra added. “Ruby and I will be there, too.”
The thirty-something submissive bumped shoulders with her best friend, who bobbed her head vigorously. They looked like polar opposites—Ruby was covered in tattoos and piercings, her hair short and spiky with orange and black highlights, while Sandra’s looks practically screamed girl next door.
“That’s what I like to see—members coming forward once a need is made known.” The slightly accented voice came from behind Kate, and she half turned in her chair to notice a beautiful Latina she hadn’t seen in almost a year.
Mitch jumped from his chair to give his partner in the club a quick hug. “I’m not sure everyone here knows Elena, one of our founding members.”
Kate stood. “Elena, how good to see you.” She hugged the other Domme. “And how nice to have another dominant female around.” Under the stage names Catalina, Romulus and Remus, Elena did a touring BDSM show with her two slaves. In high demand, they weren’t in town often and had even performed in Europe and Asia.
After a round of greetings, Elena settled in with them.
