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  “Behave. The punishment won’t be physical, not now. Maybe I need a book? To write your misbehavior in.” She nodded eagerly, and Jeff had to laugh. Kath in this mood was incorrigible and nigh on irresistible. “Color?”

  “Green and green. And may I say the day I can start touching you in our greeting again can’t come soon enough, Sir.”

  She’s up to something. The look on Kath’s face was so innocent he distrusted it.

  “That’s a maybe. However it isn’t yet. Not until we pass the three months. So behave.” He lifted her chin in a light grip. “Understand, pet?”

  She sighed. “Only too well, Sir. By God you’re infrangible when you want to be.”

  “I’m a Dom. It goes with the territory.”

  Chapter Five

  Kath looked up at him, and saw the chrysalis of the old Master in his eyes. She didn’t kid herself for one minute that things would be back as they had been. He was correct in that they had to change the dynamics, but for the life of her, she didn’t know why she couldn’t greet him in their own special way. Why did he have to go without as well? Yes, it was noble and self-sacrificing, but she still thought it oh so unnecessary. However, she decided now wasn’t the time to complain. So she dipped her head in agreement. “Yes, Sir, and I love every masterful Dom inch of you.”

  He chuckled. “Good, pet, so are we all green so far?”

  She blinked. Why wouldn’t they be?

  “Waiting, pet.”

  “Oh, yes, Sir.”

  “I hear a but in there?”

  Kath bit her lip. “Yes, Sir, green, but I would so love to take your cock in my mouth and make you come. I understand you don’t want to make love inside me, but, oh, hell, I’m horny and why should you be as well?”

  “Like for like, pet. Is that all?” His voice still had that indefinable note of decision in it.

  Kath sighed mentally. He might think it was all, but even though she accepted if she didn’t come soon she’d be a raving lunatic, it was damned hard. How he, who had a healthy, lusty appetite could hold out, she had no idea. It was strange, she mused. Not for one minute did she think he’d given himself a helping hand. She almost sniggered at her thoughts. Helping hand, oh, stop it.

  “Pet?”

  She’d forgotten to answer him. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Ah, Kath, it’s going to be work things out as we go along, but I don’t see why we can’t have some of our protocols now.”

  She realized he’d dropped down a notch. “Yes, okay, but I tell you once you decide it’s all systems go, please don’t expect to get out of our bed or wherever for days. I’ve a lot of climaxes to make up.”

  He kissed her nose. “You and me both, but Bump first.”

  “Well duh, but you know what…okay, okay,” she added hastily. “No more for now. So are you cooking for us all, or is it phone out and take out?” Even though her upchuck reflex had decreased dramatically, the thought of cooking anything except scrambled eggs made her go green. However she was happy to eat anything put in front of her.

  “Phone down and bring up,” Jeff said. “And, I have decided we will have a notebook.”

  Kath liked the sound of that. All the punishments adding up and… She clenched her pussy muscles. The thought was all too orgasm-inducing.

  “The chef’s doing paella tonight,” Jeff said. “Knowing how you salivate at the name, I asked him to prepare enough for us.”

  She groaned in an ‘oh yes’ way. “You doll.”

  “Hmm, doll or Dom? Right, so what can you show me without my blood pressure going sky high and my cock breaking this zipper?”

  Not a lot it seemed. But Kath had to admire his iron resolve—unfortunately. He adjusted his dick and his trousers more than once as she showed him the pretty red flat sandals that hinted of things only dreamt of. Of tiny diamonds scratching over the skin, creating friction as one leather and gem shoe slid over his back. Then the silk ties sliding around him, as they gradually unfurled from one leg to stroke his skin. To Kath’s satisfaction, the fuck me now stockings and suspenders brought a sheen of sweat over him, and the hairs on his arms stood to attention.

  “Then I could sit as you asked me, or stretch out and wrap my legs around you. Do as my Sir demands to make us both hot and excited. See there’s even a matching soft flogger. One to tickle and tease not to thud or sting. Mind you, is that good or bad? I don’t know, what do you think?”

  Jeff’s breath became choppy. “Tease. When you’ve had the baby, you’ll find out.”

  “It tickles, hon, maybe it should be called a tickler. Look.” She traced a line over his T-shirt and down his arm. “Good, eh?” She turned the implement around and held it to him, handle first.

  “Thank you, very good, no dice. Behave, minx. Right, do you want a cuppa? Jess and David will be here in an hour. Oh and I got a bottle of non-alcoholic fizz for you.”

  “Yes, please and snap.” Kath rummaged in her last carrier bag and pulled out a bottle of sparking grape juice. “I told Jess it was for a new fruit punch recipe I was trying before we put it into the club.” She didn’t add that even though she’d never actually said the words to Jess, Jess understood fine well Kath was pregnant, even without that tell-tale trip to the chemist. They’d known each other for so long, that Kath’s aversion to strong cheese and her desire for strong coffee elicited no comment. Jess, bless her, had grinned, put her fingers across her lips in a zipping motion and shook her head.

  “No, don’t say a word, then you can be truthful when my dear brother asks if you’ve actually told me you’re pregnant. But I bet you want to go to Bump and Beautiful don’t you?” she’d said.

  Kath had grinned. “Well, yeah.” The fetish shop mainly catered for non-pregnant women, but had recently opened a blooming mama department. By all accounts, business was booming. Having visited it, Kath could see why, the maternity outfits were gorgeous. While Kath tried on corsets, Jess had purchased a leather, ‘Oh I mean business’ flogger with a big grin.

  “Yee ha, I’ve wanted to see how one of these feels for ages, and Sir told me to get one if I saw one. Want to try it out?”

  She’d handed it to Kath, who even just by holding it felt the familiar, ‘Oh, God, I’m turned on’ quiver in her channel and the dampness on her thighs. “On you?” Kath grinned. She and Jess had been lovers as well as friends in years gone by. Jess laughed.

  “Er, nope, I reckon the way you’re feeling you could be a bit too enthusiastic there.”

  “You could well be right. I could come by rubbing it over my clit once. I’m so hungry, it’s ridiculous. I tell ya, Jess, no way can this go on much longer, it’s crazy. I’m turning into a sex-starved lunatic. Even a stick of celery had my mind in overdrive. Celery for goodness sake. Even Ethan McCormick was better endowed than that and we all went eeww when he waved it in our faces.” The remembrance of a schoolboy prank had them both doubled up. “But Jeff? Okay, so not a stick of celery.”

  “TMI, love, that’s my brother you’re talking about. Let’s say, er, cucumber?”

  “Argh, don’t. Courgette? Marrow?” Kath had giggled. “I’m not telling. On another note, I know he’s been to see Emma, I saw the leaflet she gave him, and still he’s holding back. Oh I know it’s ’cause of your mum, but this is thirty years on, and I’m not her. Grief, I don’t want to scene, nothing remotely like it, but I do want to come.” She’d opened her hands in a ‘why this’ gesture. “I mean we don’t have to have full on, all bells ringing stuff, but a nice slow play and come would hit the spot. Hell, the nearest I’ve ever come to being ill was when I had my tonsils out when I was seven. That’s it. No flu, no broken legs, touch wood, not even chicken pox or measles. I’m ridiculously healthy.”

  “Except for tossing your cookies every morning,” Jess had pointed out.

  “Yes, well.” Kath knew she’d sounded overly defensive, but, dammit, wasn’t that different? “That’s easing off. It’s not every morning, and anyway it’s part of being preg
nant for some people. And it doesn’t mean I can’t come. I was icky. Not too bad, but icky.”

  “So was my mum, though as far as I remember it was a stay in bed twenty-four seven thing with her. So cut Jeff some slack, eh? That’s what he knows, and however much you say it’s not you…well, Mum said she was just tired, and it wasn’t so. No wonder he’s chary. So please, bite the bit and wait. After all, how long ‘til you’re thirteen weeks now?”

  “Too long. Oh, okay, about two and a half… Oh, okay, three weeks now. So say this time next month I can jump him, and oh, God, do I need it. It’s all well and good saying no penetration, but no climax either? Blimey, Jess, I could hump the pillow if I thought he’d not look at me in that disappointed Dom way. He’s decided no sex for either of us, and I’m damned sure we’d both sleep better if I could at least give him a blowjob and he went down on me. Dammit, I’m going round in circles with this, I sound like a carousel at the fair. One with a broken record blaring out. One minute I’m okay no problem, I can wait and the next I want to come now.”

  “Hormones,” Jess had said.

  “I know,” Kath had wailed and rolled her eyes. “Why not a wee tiny love in, for fuck’s sake?”

  “Because he’s read enough to be dangerous, and not enough to be knowledgeable.”

  I believe that, Kath thought as she moved two ‘pregnancy and what to expect’ books from the dressing table and got ready for their visitors. Nevertheless she hadn’t got it in her to be angry. It might not be what she wanted, but the lack of sex was becoming easier. Not that she’d admit it, but he did have her best interests at heart. Hers and Bump’s. Kath ran her hand over the bump that, to her mind, was growing apace and surely much too big for a ten and a bit week fetus? Kath bit back the ever-increasing premonition that maybe there were two babies in there? She was due to go for a scan in a few weeks, and until then she had no intentions of voicing her suspicions. If she did, what was the betting the new protocol would be flung out and a nothing doing protocol brought in?

  So she changed into the comfortable elastic-waisted linen trousers she’d bought earlier in the day—with a warm gooey feeling inside as she handed her credit card over—and a loose silky top that she hoped suited her growing boobs. The outfit wasn’t a maternity one—ten and a bit weeks was, in her mind, way too early for that, but it did have, as Jess put it diplomatically, room for maneuver. Kath had the sudden thought that room was going to be needed before long. She hugged herself. It was a fabulous feeling, and she was humming as she went back into the lounge.

  To her delight, Jeff was sitting in his chair, legs outstretched, with the gleam in his eye she loved.

  Kath walked barefoot across the room—funny how they hadn’t even discussed that. It had always been barefoot and bare-assed when they were together unless Jeff had decreed otherwise. No bra was a given whenever possible. Kath hated them with a vengeance. Not for the first time, she wondered if any other BDSM Master-sub couples behaved as they did? It made no difference anyway because she wasn’t bothered. Jeff and she had worked out what they wanted long before Diomhair ever came into existence, and decided there and then they’d adhere to the adage, ‘My kink may not be yours, yours may not be mine, but if safe, sane and consensual, that’s fine’. Theirs was safe, sane and consensual—and it worked for them.

  She slid onto her new chair and bowed her head. His soft touch on her neck was enough for her clit to quiver and her juices to once more gather.

  Without realizing, her hands slid onto his knees and he laughed softly.

  “Oh, yes, pet, I like that.”

  Jess let her head drop far enough to rest on his thighs. It wouldn’t take much for her to move her head up and her mouth would be in line with the bulge that was growing hard under his jeans. The fact he’d changed out of his leathers was enough to show her there’d be no playing in front of Jess and David.

  “You know,” she said as a soft tug on her hair made her lift her head. “I’ve read that a lot of subs greet their Doms by nuzzling their cocks. I like the sound of that.”

  “I like the sound of a lot of things, love, and the actions a lot more, but that’s them and…”

  “This is us,” Kath finished for him. “I know and I’m sorry, I’m sort of teasing. I want what’s best for Bump as well. It’s that I’d like what’s best for us to be a little more, well, I was going to say in your face, but I’m not sure that’s the best expression to use.”

  Jeff laughed. “Maybe not, but if you’re a very good girl we might move on a little bit tonight. That is not definite. However, we might.”

  “Oh, I’m very good, I promise. What?” Kath squirmed on the chair, and he pinched her earlobe gently. Even that slight sting made her want to leap up in the air and high five the world. She loved it. Could she ask for more?

  “Well, keep it up, and if you’re a good girl you may get a present later.” The doorbell rang. “That’s our guests. Will you get it, love, and I’ll sort some drinks out.”

  Kath got up, conscious that even now she didn’t move as smoothly as she’d like. If it wasn’t twins it was definitely an elephant.

  She opened the door to let David and Jess in. Jess winked slightly and David noticed. “Behave, pet. Remember what you promised? No teasing, no prodding and no asking questions.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jess sounded so sincere that it was all Kath could do not to laugh. She knew her friend. So, of course, did David. “Is that five or ten?” he asked dryly, and Jess giggled.

  “Definitely ten, Sir.”

  “Minx.” He patted her butt, and Kath could see there was enough force behind the action to sting.

  Lucky thing.

  “Now, you’re not being fair, pet. Kath isn’t getting any play time, remember?”

  Who told him that? When she thought about it, nobody needed to. There were few secrets between the two couples, and she and Jeff had been conspicuous in their absence from the dungeons. Even though they had their own playroom they used—or had done until Kath’s pregnancy—they had been in the habit of playing alongside others in the club.

  “Sorry, Sir.” This time Jess sounded genuinely contrite, and David nodded.

  “Good girl.”

  Before anything else was said or done, Jeff appeared with a tray of fizz-filled glasses.

  He handed them around and cleared his throat. “Yeah, well, as not much is secret between us, and I’ve been seen buying tonic water and crackers, you may have guessed, you two are going to be asked to be godparents in around seven months’ time. Oh, and best man and bridesmaid in however many months after that Kath decides she needs.”

  The second part of his announcement brought a genuine shriek of joy from Jess. “Yes!” She punched the air. “An aunty and a godmother and a bridesmaid. Oh, good things do come in threes.” She jumped up and put her legs around David and kissed him soundly. “Do you hear that? A baby. Oh, my God, will it be a Dom or a sub?”

  That was enough for them all to burst out laughing.

  “Or maybe vanilla as they come?” Jeff said with a twinkle in his eye.

  Jess looked horrified. “Never not with…oh, well, yeah, who knows. After all, I was, wasn’t I?”

  She swung down from her perch around David’s waist and hugged Kath before going to her brother.

  “Honey-bun, this is so good. The next generation, eh?”

  “Yeah.”

  Kath could see the wariness in his expression. So evidently did Jess because she hugged him tightly.

  “Kath isn’t Mum, Jeff.”

  “I know, love.” He choked and swallowed. Kath wanted to tell him not to worry, everything would be all right, but how could she? She didn’t know, did she? She saw by the way he closed his eyes briefly and straightened his spine Jeff gave himself a mental shake.

  “Right, so to celebrate, the paella will be up in half an hour or so, and we’ve got champagne. Kath has sparkling apple juice, but I’ve promised she can smell the fizz.”

  “O
h and I’m going to sniff long and hard.” Kath pushed her nose into his glass and inhaled the fizzy fragrance of grapefruit, peaches and lemons. It hinted of summer, long, warm evenings, and making love on the grass. At least that was what it smelled like to her. She had no idea if that was what a true ‘nose’ would say, but as she’d been told once, describing the aroma of a wine was a bit like BDSM, different things to different people. The comparison had always made her smile. “Mmm, can we have this one once I’ve stopped feeding?” She wasn’t even going to say the odd glass wouldn’t hurt her or the baby. If, once she’d given birth, she thought that, then she’d say so. Kath was fast realizing that when you were pregnant you didn’t necessary subscribe to the same ideas you had when you weren’t.

  “A bottle,” Jeff said as they wandered to sit around the dining room table. Somehow it seemed to be their favorite spot when they were all together. Kath and Jess had long decided it was so no one was more Master-y or subbie than anyone else. It was a level playing field. “But for now you’ll have paella then apple crumble.”

  Kath’s tummy rumbled in appreciation. She might still throw up four out of five mornings, but her appetite in the evening was growing as fast as the bump. “Thank goodness. I reckon I eat three times what I lose each day.”

  “Here, have a carrot.” Jeff pushed a carrot stick in her mouth and Kath crunched happily. She might not want cheese or even the dips the others were tucking into, but her appetite for carrots and even celery was voracious.

  “You should be grateful, I’m not demanding coal or ice cream and bacon all together,” Kath said as she finished a stick of celery. “I’ve heard of people wanting weird things. Me, my craving is raw veg, which I guess isn’t a bad thing. Well not that to the exclusion of everything else. The paella will go down a treat.”

  “Just as well.” Jeff gotten up to go to the door to answer the bell. “Because I chose it with you in mind.”

  “Ha, no, you chose it so you didn’t have to cook.”