Landry’s your husband. You said he told you he’d give Cris up altogether if you asked.”
“I don’t want to ask that. Normally it doesn’t bother me.”
“Because normally you’re there.”
Tilly nodded.
“Then tell him you’re not okay with him spending the night with Cris.”
“You just want Cris’ feelings hurt.”
“No, I don’t want your feelings hurt, girlie. Him getting his feelings hurt is just a nice bonus, in my book.”
Tilly leaned back and laced her fingers behind her head. “My feelings aren’t hurt. I’m not sure what my feelings are or why I’m having them.”
Loren smacked her shoulder. “Duh. You’re in love with your husband. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out, Einstein.”
Kim and Kylee joined them for dinner. Later, Tilly rode back to Ross and Loren’s house with them to change clothes and head to the club. She tried not to look at her phone, to check the time and see if there were messages or missed calls from Landry. She rode to the club with her friends, knowing they were usually one of the last to leave.
No excuse for her to duck out early and go home.
Less chance of listening to sounds of the men making love behind a closed door she didn’t feel right about opening.
She immediately regretted her decision to ride with Ross and Loren five minutes after arriving.
Bob walked in, alone.
Oh, fuck me.
Loren apparently picked up on her apprehension and followed her gaze. She leaned in. “Yeah, as much as I hate to tell you this, I feel sorry for him. He misses you.”
Bob spotted her and the smile that lit his face filled her with more guilt. He walked over and she mustered the courage to deal with him.
“Hi, Tilly.” She didn’t miss the way he glanced around, as if looking for someone.
“I’m here alone,” she told him. “Well, I came with Ross and Loren, but just me.” He relaxed. So she’d picked up on that correctly. “So what are you doing here?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I come here sometimes.” His gaze flicked down to his feet. “You know. Just… hanging out.” She realized he wore the collar she’d bought for him.
If Landry could be fucking Cris’ brains out tonight, then dammit, she could do something to take her mind off it. “Are you meeting anyone tonight?”
He pulled his gaze back up to her face. “No. Just thought I’d cruise in and hang out.”
Part of her brain warned her this might be a very bad idea. “Would you like to play? As friends,” she added with a smile. “Tilly and Bob.”
The sweet smile on his face made her want to cry. “Yeah. I’d like that a lot.”
When she tried to grab her gear bag, he beat her to it and carried it for her.
She led him to the far corner of the dungeon where few people were playing yet and staked out a bench.
This was wrong on many levels. She shouldn’t be playing with him just to take her mind off
Landry.
Then again, even Landry had said he didn’t have a problem with her playing. Not like she’d be sleeping with him.
She tried to ignore the wistful pang that elicited.
He waited for her instructions like the good boy she remembered. Tonight, she could be more than just Mistress Cardinal.
“Get undressed,” she softly told him. He smiled and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Digging through her bag, she found a pair of wrist cuffs and when he stood before her she fastened them to him.
He did have a nice body. Every bit as nice as Landry’s.
And Cris’.
Won’t think about that.
She hooked him to the bench and started massaging him with her hands, something she’d never done before with him. He relaxed under her touch and she immediately recognized when he’d started tipping into subspace.
Tilly allowed her heart into the scene. She took her time, stepping him up and back time and again, sensual sadism instead of her usually vicious way with him. Her anger at Cris, and Landry, broke through. Leaning in, she whispered in Bob’s ear.
“Do you want to be my good boy?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
She didn’t correct him. Deep in subspace, he’d probably do anything she asked of him.
“You want to come for me?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
She’d never been able to give him this before. Dammit, he deserved it. At least one of them could end the evening feeling better than when it started. She reached under him with her left hand and grabbed his stiff cock. With her right, she spanked him bare handed.
“Come for me, boy.”
His hips frantically worked in time with her motions, until he let out a cry and she felt his hot juices coating her hand, slicking his cock even more. But she didn’t stop, spanking him with more force, milking him, forcing his cock to stay rigid until a few minutes later he was begging her to stop even as she pulled another, smaller orgasm from him.
Only then did she stop. She wiped her hands on a towel and unhooked his wrists. Grabbing a few antiseptic wipes from the canister by the bench, she cleaned herself and him up, then helped him sit up.
His body still trembled. She closed her eyes and held him, remembering the brief interlude in her life where she’d allowed herself to hope maybe he would be a part of her future.
Without realizing it at first, she stroked his back, his hair, as he clung to her.
She kissed the top of his head. “You’re a good boy,” she softly told him. “Thank you for letting me play with you tonight.”
“Thank you,” he said back.
When he recovered enough to get dressed, she let him get up and wiped down the bench to make it ready for the next players. A quick trip into the bathroom to wash her hands, and when she returned, Bob still stood by her gear bag, waiting for her. They staked out a small corner sofa and sat, talking, for hours. Not much had changed in his life.
“Thank you for this, Tilly. I appreciate it.”
She offered him a smile. “I’m glad you came tonight. No pun intended.”
He rested his arm on the back of the couch. His fingers brushed her arm. “Are you doing okay?
He treating you well?”
“Yeah. Still abusing my ex.”
That made him grin. “Good. I’m glad.” His smile faded. “You happy?”
Buzzkill. “Landry’s a good man. I love him. The doctors are pretty confident he’s going to beat the cancer.”
His fingers didn’t leave her arm. “He’s not jealous of you being here?” He met her gaze. “I can’t say I’d be happy about my wife being with another guy like this.”
“He’s not a jealous man like that.” She smirked. “He probably would have enjoyed watching me do that to you. Landry and I have something in common, you know.”
“What?”
“We both enjoy naked men.” When he looked at her in confusion, she explained a little more of the story.
He laughed. “So if I run into you here with him I shouldn’t be surprised if he offers to play with me, too?”
She grinned, a sudden thought filling her with heat. “Maybe I could get you a twofer if you wanted.”
His eyes widened a little. “Holy fuck,” he muttered. “I’m not gay, but I have to admit the thought of that made me hard.”
Before she stopped herself, she leaned in and brushed a kiss across his lips. Not long enough to be passionate, but a little longer than just friends. “I’ll talk to him about it.”
Tilly sat in her car in the driveway for almost twenty minutes and stared at the darkened house.
She’d sat and talked with Bob most of the night. Not quite four a.m. now, she could easily go to a hotel and wait to come home until later that afternoon.