After five years couldn’t she have just moved on? They’d been apart as long as they’d been together.
The devil on her shoulder said fuck no, that the son of a bitch deserved every single bit of it and more.
Siding with the devil made her feel less guilty, so she chose to listen to it.
Landry woke up and slipped his hand between her legs, not probing, just comfortably resting his fingers there. “We need to run by the courthouse and file our marriage certificate.” Even the deep, sleepy sound of his voice filled her with need.
Choosing to make love to him over thinking guilt-inducing thoughts was a no-brainer. She wiggled her hips at him, trying to entice him to do more. Earning a soft chuckle in reply, he kissed her.
“Let me have some coffee first and wake up. You completely wore me out last night.”
“Maybe I can completely wear you out again today.”
“Tempting woman.” His teeth grazed her shoulder, biting down with just enough force to send bolts of need through her core.
She was going to get up to make the coffee when she realized she already smelled it.
Cris.
He always was an early riser. Another piece clicked home when she belatedly understood why.
Of course he was an early riser. He was used to getting things ready for Landry.
Landry headed for the bathroom while she pulled on her robe and walked out to the kitchen.
Cris wasn’t in sight, but the full coffee pot giving up its last gurgles was a sure sign he’d been up and about recently.
Part of her hoping he wouldn’t appear, she grabbed her usual mug and fixed herself a cup.
Landry joined her, naked, wrapping his arms around her waist as he ground his hips against her backside.
“What a beautiful way to start each morning,” he said.
She started to reply when she sensed Cris enter the kitchen behind them.
“Good morning, slave,” Landry said. “Did you sleep well?”
Tilly closed her eyes.
“Well enough, Master. Thank you.”
“My wife and I will take our breakfast in an hour. Pancakes, bacon, and eggs.” He playfully nipped her earlobe. “Anything else you would like, love?”
She shook her head.
“Oh, and slave?”
“Yes, Master?”
“You shall address my wife respectfully. She is Mrs. LaCroux to you. I also expect you to stand when she enters the room.”
Tilly didn’t think she imagined the slight quiver in Cris’ voice. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Her word is law to you, especially in my absence. If she ever tells me you’ve been lacking, or have refused to follow her orders, or even if it’s just for her amusement, I will punish you more severely than you’ve ever known. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Excellent. Stay right there.” She felt Landry’s cock harden against her ass, through her bathrobe. His hips provocatively rocked against her as his teeth nibbled her ear, draining every last ounce of will from her body. It hadn’t taken him long to figure that out about her.
His arms slipped around her and he untied her robe, letting it fall open. She kept her eyes closed as her hands clenched on the counter. Slow and hot, his hands roamed her flesh as she felt Cris’ eyes on them.
“My wife is very beautiful, is she not, slave?”
“Yes, Master.” Tilly heard the catch in his voice. She might not have the stomach to repeat the previous night’s torture, but Landry apparently did.
She felt the robe slide down her shoulders as Landry’s lips followed it. “I’m blessed to have such a sweet, beautiful wife, slave. Don’t you think?”
“Yes, Master.”
His lips returned to her ear. “Do you trust me?” he breathed in her ear.
She nodded.
“Will you allow me this?”
She nodded again. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but with the heat of his body enveloping hers, she didn’t have the will to deny him.
The robe dropped farther. He smoothed his hands down her arms, prompting her to move them so he could pull the robe off. It fell to the floor in a puddle of fabric.
Tilly never opened her eyes.
His hands roamed her body, stirring her desire despite knowing Cris stood only feet away.
Cupping her breasts, Landry’s thumbs rubbed her nipples. “I can’t get enough of you, love,” he said, this time loudly enough Cris could hear. He rocked his hips against her again and his cock, hard and proud, pressed into the seam of her ass. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
“Yes.”
His right hand left her breast and slipped down her tummy until his fingers found her cleft.
There, he sought entrance, her juices already flowing and easing the way.
Landry’s sharp intake of breath honed her own need. “Oh, love! Did I do that to you?”
“Yes!” She realized she was rocking her hips against him in time with his movements.
He slowly finger-fucked her, his hand sliding over her clit with each thrust. “You enjoy it when a real man fucks you, don’t you?”
She let her head fall back onto his shoulder. “Yes!”
His foot gently nudged her legs wider. “Do you feel how hard my cock is, baby? That’s what you do to me.”
“Please!”
“Please what, baby? What’s wrong?”
“Please fuck me!” All thoughts of Cris fled as her passion built. Landry knew damn well what his attentions had done to her body.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. Just keep your eyes closed and enjoy this.” His left hand left her breast. She heard him snap his fingers. Then his left arm dropped to her waist and held her against his body as he shuffled them away from the counter a step. “Lean against me. I won’t let you fall.”
A brush of contact against her leg and she understood what he’d done.
“Stay with me, love,” Landry murmured in her ear. He switched to French. “Trust me, wife.”
She nodded. “Oui.”
She felt him change position slightly. From the brush of Cris’ hair against her inner thighs, she knew what he’d ordered. Landry reached around her with his left arm and she suspected he had fisted his hand in Cris hair as Cris sucked his cock.
“That’s it, cuck,” Landry gasped in English. “Make sure I’m hard for my wife.”
Landry never stopped moving his right hand, keeping her passion simmering enough to pull her thoughts away from Cris kneeling between her legs.
“All right, cuck,” he ordered. “Put my cock inside her.”
Her body trembled as Landry withdrew his fingers and she felt his thick knob press against her entrance. With one thrust, he was buried to the hilt inside her.
He leaned forward so she had her elbows resting on the counter.
“Suck my balls, cuck,” he hoarsely ordered. “And lick her pussy.”
Landry’s hands returned to her breasts. When Cris’ tongue swiped over her clit her legs trembled. Landry switched to French again. “Hold it, wife. Hold it for me. Do not come.”
She dropped her head to the counter, whining as Landry’s hands moved to her hips. He thrust slowly, the feel of his cock inside her nearly sending her over the edge as Cris’ hot tongue skillfully worked her clit before moving to Landry’s balls and back again.
“What a pitiful cuck you are,” Landry chastised. “I bet your cock is rock hard, being able to do this. Reduced to nothing more than a fuck toy for my amusement. And you’re enjoying every second of it, aren’t you?”
Landry’s thrusts grew harder, faster. In French, he said, “Come for me, love!”
Tilly pressed her ass hard against Landry as her climax hit. Her muscles clenched around his thick cock as what Cris did catapulted her over the edge with an earth-shattering wave. Landry waited until he was certain she’d finished, then withdrew and shoved his cock into Cris’ waiting mouth.