“Baby, please, give it to me,” Landry coaxed.
The tone of his voice more than his actual words set her off. Her grip on him tightened as she held on, riding her orgasm out as he slammed his cock into her. His hands moved to her hips and she felt his fingers clamp down, holding on as he fucked her to his own completion.
Instead of lowering her to the bed, he leaned back on his heels, holding her, cradling her body against him, his breath rasping in her ear.
“Jesus, I can’t get enough of you,” he said.
Her heart surged again. If it was part of his revenge act, he was a damn good actor. He sure sounded sincere.
“You’ll be sick of me in three years,” she assured him.
His arms tightened around her. “Now you stop talking like that.” He bit her shoulder, not painfully, just enough nip to make her pleasantly squirm and send pulses of need back to her clit.
He chuckled. “Ooh, you like being bitten. Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?” He repeated it across her shoulders for several long minutes, back and forth until she writhed on his cock, which had grown hard again. “Had I known you enjoyed it so much I would have done more of it sooner.”
“You never asked me if I liked it. You only warned me that you do it.”
“So, do you like it?”
“Like that, yes.”
He licked the mark he’d left on her neck earlier. It was already in the process of turning a slightly darker shade. “How about that? Did you like that?”
“Just don’t leave me looking like I lost a fight with an octopus.”
He grazed his teeth across the nape of her neck before biting her there. Not even close to hard enough to break the skin. Her heart raced as her body responded to him.
“What else do you enjoy?” he asked.
“Wouldn’t that be spoiling the fun of trying to figure it out for yourself?”
His lips brushed against her ear. He whispered so quietly she knew Cris couldn’t hear. “Can I make a new rule?” he asked.
“Okay.” She could barely think, much less speak.
He kissed the back of her neck again. “I’d like to keep my wife as happy as possible. If you don’t mind us making love, I damn sure don’t mind. I just don’t know how up to it I’ll feel over the next few months.”
She laid her hands over his. “I don’t mind. I want to. I kind of worried you’d cut me off after tonight.”
“Not on your life.” Another nip. He changed position, laying with her on their sides across the bed, their backs to Cris. “I told you, I want to keep you happy.”
“I’ve got a rule, too.”
He laughed, his breath warm against her neck. “Yes, love?”
“No bugging me about if I’ve made up my mind to stay yet or not, okay?”
She heard the hesitation in his voice. “All right.”
She craned her head around to look at him. This time, she dropped her voice. “You can work on the assumption, unless I say otherwise, that I’ll be here for a long, long time. As long as you can put up with me. Okay?”
He smiled widely and stroked her cheek. “Thank you.” When he kissed her she wanted to forget about the rest of the world.
After a few minutes he carefully untangled his body from hers and leaned in for another kiss.
“Ready for some more slave torture?”
She was actually ready for another round of fucking, but wasn’t sure he was. “If you are.”
He stood and walked over to Cris. She rolled over to watch, propped on one elbow.
Landry grabbed Cris’ hair and yanked his head back so he could look down into his face. “Did. you enjoy watching that, slave?” He leaned in closer. “I can truthfully tell you I loved every second of it. I hope you did too, because you’ll be seeing a lot of it. Not just tonight, either. I’d forgotten how sweet it feels to make love to a beautiful woman.”
He reached around the back of Cris’ head and unfastened the ball gag harness. Then he ripped it off Cris and stepped closer. “In fact, I want to make love to her again. Open your mouth and suck me.
Get me nice and hard for my wife.”
She realized she’d been holding her breath. She breathlessly watched as Cris obediently opened his mouth and sucked Landry’s cock between his lips.
“Just think, slave,” Landry continued. “This is the closest you’ll ever get to fucking her, sucking her sweet juices off my cock.” Then he looked at her and winked. “Unless, of course, I let you eat my come out of her pussy.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
She realized he wasn’t serious but played along. “I like how you think.”
His intense eyes never left hers. “Do you, now?”
“Oh, I certainly do.” She crawled across the bed and watched Cris working Landry’s cock. “I don’t mind letting him fluff you for me. It means I’ll have an even harder cock fucking me, a real man’s cock.”
Landry sucked in a sharp breath. “My sweet, vicious little wife, I absolutely love your evil mind. I think that’s rather ironic, having slave fluff me before I fuck your pussy. Why would I ever want to fuck his ass again when I can be with such a beautiful woman?”
She flicked Cris’ bound cock with her fingers. “Look at that. He likes it. He likes knowing one of his jobs now is getting you ready to fuck me.” The head of Cris’ cock, engorged and purple, peaked out beyond his bindings. She knew damn well he was hard because of how Landry tied him up, because of his training, and because he hadn’t been allowed to come in weeks, not so much because of what they were doing to him.
“You’re right, love. Guess what, slave? I think one of your new jobs is just that. To make sure that when I want to fuck my wife, my cock is nice and hard. Then after I get done, lucky you, I’ll let you suck me clean.”
He pulled out and she realized he’d grown fully hard again, whether from Cris’ actions, genuine desire, or perhaps prescription medication in the form of little blue pills.
Honestly, she didn’t care why. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. “Whenever you want me.”
She’d quickly come to recognize the evil gleam in Landry’s eye. “Scoot closer, love,” he said.
She did.
He slipped two fingers inside her well-fucked pussy and gently stroked. “Look how wet you are. Did I get you that wet?”
“You fucked me damn good.”
“So I see.” He withdrew his fingers and shoved them in Cris’ mouth. “See what a real man does, slave? A real Master? He takes proper care of his lover.” He repeated the motion, slipping his fingers into her, liberally coating them with their mixed juices, then pushing them into Cris’ mouth again. “See how well I fucked her? It’ll be a long damn time before I think about fucking you again when I have such a beautiful woman wanting me to fuck her.”
He knelt between her legs and pushed into her. “Ah, love, you feel magnificent.” He fell still and reached over to Cris’ cock. Wrapping his fingers around the rope harness binding it, he squeezed, hard, drawing a low, pained moan from Cris.
“What do you think, love? Should I let him come?”
“That’s up to you. I say if being a cuck gets him hard, let him enjoy it.”
He pumped Cris’ cock. Tilly suspected Cris was close to subspace, if not already tipped into it.
If so, Landry might not have much trouble getting him off. “All right, cuck. If watching me fuck my wife and cleaning my cock are what get you hard, then come for me.” He switched to French. “If you don’t come, I’ll take a fucking cane to your balls.”
Cris groaned as he stared at Landry, his hips working in time with his Master’s hand.
“Come now, slave!”
He let out another groan and she watched him climax all over Landry’s hand.