She insisted on driving despite him trying to take the keys from her. “Stop it, you stubborn man.
Let me take care of you.”
“We’re already fighting like an old married couple, and it’s not even our first anniversary yet.
How about that?”
“Shut the hell up and get in the car.”
He snapped her a salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
She flipped him a bird from the other side of the car, but smiled at his amused laugh.
After their brunch, they returned to the car. “So where do you want to go shopping, and why didn’t we bring Cris?”
“And spoil the surprise? Love, what do you take me for?”
“A sadistic Dom.”
“Ah, you know me so well. Has familiarity bred contempt yet?”
“No, that’s about the only thing you haven’t bred with me yet, you damn horn dog.”
He roared with laughter. “Let’s go to Temptations. That’s my plan.”
She could only imagine what he wanted to buy there, and it didn’t take long to sate her curiosity. As they walked into the store on U.S. 41, which sold various items from adult toys, to novelties, to club and stripper gear, she knew he’d set his mind on something.
A friendly clerk greeted them. “Anything in particular you’re looking for?”
Landry took Tilly’s hand. “I’m feeling particularly pervy today. Any chance of turning my beautiful wife into a Catholic school girl?”
Tilly blushed while the clerk laughed. “Right this way.”
When Tilly tried to object, Landry leaned in and whispered, “Please, love? I’ve been dying to see you dressed that way.”
She grumbled her assent. She’d once had a schoolgirl outfit.
Years ago.
In fact, she and Cris had shopped for it in this very store. If they had the exact same one in stock, she’d be forced to put her foot down. That would just be too much for her to handle.
She breathed in a sigh of relief at the short blue plaid skirt, not red like her other one had been.
And the blazer part of the ensemble looked different. When she modeled it for Landry, complete with a set of platform Mary Janes he picked out, his pleased grin melted her heart.
Yes, she’d wear it for him. To see him that happy, she’d wear nearly anything.
Or absolutely nothing.
He walked over to her. “We’ll take it,” he told the clerk. Then he nuzzled her ear, pressing close enough Tilly felt his hard cock rub against her thigh through his pants. The man didn’t seem to own any underwear. At least, none that he ever wore under trousers. “Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about this?”
“So are you going dressed as a priest or a nun tonight?” she teased.
He nipped her ear, knowing damn well what that did to her. She successfully fought back her moan. “I’m going as the horny Dom who will beat the shit out of his slave before he fucks his wife’s brains out.”
His words rang in her ears as they prepared to go to the club. As Landry scened with Cris, she felt her body respond as she watched them together. Several times Landry’s eyes caught hers as he played with Cris, pulling her in as a participant even as she sat against the wall and did nothing more lease as he spent nearly an hour going after him with canes, crops, and a singletail.
Cris didn’t seem to mind, looking happy as Landry held him, giving him aftercare.
She took the keys from Cris’ jeans pocket before he started getting dressed. When it came time to leave, she immediately stepped to the driver’s door and waved the men into the back. “I’m driving.
It’s my car anyway.”
Landry didn’t argue with her. She glanced in the mirror a few times and spotted Cris leaning against Landry, Landry’s arm around him. When they reached the house Landry sent Cris to bed. When he started to follow her to their bedroom, she stopped him.
“Go spend some time with him,” she told him.
“Love?”
She stood on her toes and kissed him. “I mean it.” She smiled. “Save some energy for me, though.” Without another word she walked to her bedroom and undressed. She knew what she wanted to do, but didn’t know if she’d have the guts to go through with it.
Ten minutes later, naked beneath her robe, she walked down the hall and stood in Cris’ bedroom doorway. Landry hadn’t bothered closing the door at all tonight. Cris lay naked in bed, on his back, Landry kneeling between his legs and going down on him. After a few minutes, as she stood there with her clit throbbing and her own juices sliding down her legs, Landry straddled Cris and mounted him, both men letting out pleasured moans as he completely impaled himself.
With her heart racing, she walked over to the bed. Landry didn’t appear at all surprised to see her there. He pulled her to him and kissed her, further inflaming her own need. His eyes looked a deep, jungle green in the dim light.
She didn’t break eye contact with him as she climbed onto the bed and straddled Cris’ face, facing Landry. This was her husband, and she wanted to make sure Cris remembered that. She lowered herself onto him, Landry’s arms steadying her as Cris immediately licked her clit.
“You’re beautiful, love,” Landry murmured as he kissed her. “Gorgeous.”
Cris wouldn’t take long to make her come. His tongue plunged deep inside her, tugging her closer to release. “Don’t you dare come, Landry,” she said. “You’re my husband. Play with him as long as you like, but your cock better be in my pussy when it explodes tonight.”
Cris moaned beneath her, but not in complaint. Her words had the desired effect, triggering his climax. She hung on to Landry for support as her orgasm swept through her, making her cry out.
As she recovered, she looked into Landry’s eyes and read the passion simmering there. Kissing him, she dragged herself off Cris and grabbed her bathrobe from the floor. “I’ll be waiting.”
She’d planned a sultry, seductive, hip-swaying flounce from the room, but she could barely walk. She no sooner made it to her bed when she heard Landry in the doorway. By the time she turned around, he was on her, scooping her up and tossing her onto the bed where he landed on top of her, his body covering hers.
“You are fucking beautiful, wife,” he growled against her throat, his teeth grazing her flesh. His hard cock plunged home, fast and deep. “So damn sexy.”
She met each thrust with her hips. “Show me.”
He nipped, a little sting in his bite. “Show me first.” He switched to French. “Come for me now!”
Tilly slammed her hips into him as her body responded. “Very good.” He switched back to
English. “I love you so much.” Then he bit down on her shoulder as he fucked her, almost violently.
This spun out her climax, stretching it, her body shuddering beneath him as he poured his seed into her. Finally he collapsed on her. Rolling to his side, he pulled her with him. “Jesus, I love you.”
She snuggled tightly in his arms. “I love you, too.”
Chuckling as he stroked her back, he said, “You are diabolical, love.”
“Why?”
“Bullshit, you ask me why?” He hugged her tightly. “Staking your claim on me like that.
Brilliant.”
“Well, you did say I was free to use slave however I needed, right?”
“Ah, do I sense a thaw in your heart where he’s concerned?”
“Nope.” She closed her eyes. “Like you said, I’m staking my claim. On you.”
He nuzzled the top of her head. “Consider me well-staked, love.”
Chapter Nineteen
Six months after Landry’s treatment started, and all the doctors felt confident he would beat the cancer. Now all they had to do was wait for the next round of blood work results to come back to see if he’d need more than one additional round of chemo. With his birthday a week away, Tilly wanted to come up with something special for him to celebrate.