Page 19 of Never Too Late for Love
When Bob walked to the kitchen to get dinner started, Landry followed, pressing against him at the kitchen sink, one hand circling around him to cup his groin.
Bob froze despite knowing what Cris had said.
The sadist let him spin in silence for a moment before he chuckled and gave Bob’s uncaged and temporarily satisfied junk a gentle squeeze.
“How many times each, then?” Landry murmured against the side of Bob’s neck.
“Twice, Master,” he whispered.
“And did you ask for release, or did Cris take the initiative?”
“Cris, Master.”
“And the other…item?”
“Cris, Master.”
“Good boy.” With that, he wrapped his arms around Bob in a hug from behind, resting his head between Bob’s shoulders. “You are ourverygood boy. That pleases me, you two getting along so well.”
“How will LA work, Master?”
Landry turned him around and stared up into his eyes. “While we are out there, Tilly has asked for no formalities. Just…us.” He lightly tugged on Bob’s necklace, indicating Landry wanted him to lean in for a kiss. “I still insist on you calling her ‘Ma’am.’ Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.”
Landry looked around Bob, presumably at the time displayed on the microwave’s clock. “After dinner, while Tilly is bathing KC, meet me in the bedroom for a shower, hmm? Just you and I.”
Bob smiled, nodding. “Yes, Master.”
“Good boy.” One more kiss before Landry released Bob’s necklace. “Get dinner prepared.” He started to step away. “Oh, and boy?”
“Yes, Master?”
Landry smiled. “You’d best have at least one left in there for me or I shall be very cross indeed.”
Bob grinned. “I’m sure you can coax at least one out of me.”
“You’d best hope so.”
Chapter Seven
When Landry got up to follow Bob—likely to suss out exactly what had happened, if Tilly had to guess—Cris moved from the recliner to the sofa to take his place.
KC still slept, lightly snoring, from her place on the rug. She was spread out on her nap quilt and her pillow, where she’d started falling asleep almost as soon as the movie had started.
Cris put Tilly’s feet in his lap and started with the left. “I warned you he’s sneaky.”
“You never warned me he’s practically psychic.”
“Regretting it?”
“Heck, no.” She smiled. “Did you…” She pointed at her crotch and mimed unlocking the chastity cage.
“Of course I did.” Cris smiled. “He’s a very good boy.”
She giggled. “Softy.”
