“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’s bellow of release was tortured, and Kate suspected it was more for the pain he’d felt during the past week than the power of his orgasm.
Together, they worked on the ropes, the knots difficult to loosen with the wet hemp, and 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, who pushed up to one elbow.
Chris opened his eyes and met Kate’s gaze. He maintained eye contact for a moment, before looking down and whispering, “I’m sorry.”
“For what exactly?” She sounded sharper than she liked, and realized she was a bit upset 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?”
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, which elicited 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 were horrifying, 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’s face. “Do you want me to pull back? The two of you can have a ‘normal’ relationship to appease Chris’s parents.”
Chris’s “Hell no” fell together with “Echt niet!” from Yvonne, and both he and Kate looked at her strangely.
Yvonne clapped her hand against her mouth. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to speak Dutch. My words hold the same sentiment as Chris’s, 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.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The next morning, Yvonne woke to the sounds of someone shuffling through the room. She squinted against the light before opening her eyes wide. An arm’s length away from her Chris was putting on clothes. 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.
