in the end David took him to one side.
“I don’t know who’s got you in a snit, mate, but at this rate we’ll have no punters prepared to play if you’re on duty. You snapped at Mika and all he asked was advice on how to make sure the wax worked on his sub. You snarled, yeah, snarled like a rabid dog.” Jeff opened his mouth to protest, but David stopped him with a wave of his hand. “It’s got to stop now. Go get laid or punch the wall or whatever, but get over it. And don’t look at me like I’ve overstepped the mark, or I’m dog shit. You look like crap, you’ve circles under your eyes and your sister is worried. Enough already, man. I’m your partner, you gave me authority, and I’m using it now. Go and get laid, give in and step back and let me be nice to the clients. One prospective sub said if all Doms were as sadistic as she reckoned you were, she’d become a switch. How on earth is Kath putting up with you?”
That was it, she wasn’t.
“Yeah, sorry, but well… Can you and Jess come over tomorrow night for a while? Who are on as dungeon masters?”
“Aidan and Dorie. We’ll come. Eightish?”
“Please.” Jeff and Kath had talked about telling Jess and David their news, but he’d been putting it off, scared that by talking about it, he’d jinx things. Jeff knew he was being irrational, but he couldn’t help himself. Maybe this was a good start? “Perfect. Right, I’ll go and annoy my team via the net and see you later.”
He left the main office and walked briskly across the hall to the door that led to his private domain. One day both he and Kath and David and Jess would have their own homes in the grounds. Near enough to trouble shoot, far enough away to be private. Or, as his once upon a time anything to do with BDSM is a big no-no twin said, “Far enough to keep our screams to ourselves.” He never ceased to be amazed how fast she’d embraced the lifestyle once she’d met her Master.
For himself, he’d thought he and Kath were perfectly matched. Until now. Somehow they’d erected a great big wall between them, and Jeff had no idea how to break it down. He knew he was probably overreacting, but he couldn’t help it. The thought of Kath losing their child was enough to deflate his cock as if, well, as if someone had pricked it with a pin. But although she seemed to accept he couldn’t come inside her, he couldn’t make her understand he had to abstain as well. It was only fair.
However, it seemed as her pregnancy advanced, her patience retreated. After several vocal and not so vocal moans and groans, Kath snapped at him, and he snapped back.
Every night Jeff made sure she was fast asleep before he went to bed. Every morning he woke up with Kath plastered over him like wallpaper, her hands on his cock, which stood up and enjoyed it. Then every morning, he peeled her off him, slid stealthily out of bed for yet another long cold shower. He was determined if he couldn’t have Kath, he’d be as uncomfortable and deprived as she was. And it was bloody uncomfortable. His cock was making sure he knew how annoyed it was.
Eventually their lack of togetherness came to a head. They were side by side in bed, and she’d once more stretched herself over him. Even that contact was too much. His cock was on red alert and straining to be allowed to shift into her. Where Kath’s upper leg covered his, he felt the dampness of her arousal, as she stroked his chest.
“If you won’t let me come, then at least let me suck you. There’s no absolute reason why we both should suffer,” Kath said, and took one of his nipples into her mouth before she lifted her head to continue. “Seeing you like this is adding to my discomfort. One little climax. That’s all I want, you know. Not a great big swing from the chandelier one.” She moved and pressed her damp clit to his thigh.
“You’re supposed to be a sub, my pet, but I can see no sign of it. Just a petulant, spoiled woman whose sole