Page 2 of Never Too Late for Love
Chapter Two
Bob sat on the large porch swing on the lanai and stared at the e-mail on his phone. He couldn’t help but smile as he read and reread the invite Tony had sent out only an hour earlier.
The beginning portion of it was what held his interest and made his heart swell with love and pride.
Landry, Tilly, Cris, and Bob would like to invite you and your significant and non-significant others totheirhome…
His own mental emphasis on that word.
Their.
Sometimes, Bob still had difficulty believing he wasn’t stuck in a dream, until one of the others walked through a room and he realized no, thiswashis life.
What a damned good one it was, too.
He was currently watching Cris and KC playing in the pool. Bob, Tilly, and KC had returned from his first trip to London yesterday.
Landry currently had Tilly…distracted in the bedroom.
Bob reached up and rubbed the top of his shoulder, where Cris had bit him that morning before allowing him out of bed.
Even in this way the three were different, in how they’d marked their ownership of him. Cris found ways small and quiet, and yet loud and clear in their meaning. Usually by picking a spot Cris had discovered made Bob react by shivering in good ways and simultaneously hardening his cock—when it wasn’t already exhausted—to bite and suck. The tops of his shoulders, the back of his neck.
Along his inner thighs.
Usually somewhere shorts or a shirt could easily hide the mark, because Cris liked to leave ones that would last for days and they didn’t want to have to explain them to KC if she saw them. Sometimes, that meant Bob wore a swim shirt when he went in the pool.
If Bob was home, Cris was…bitey.
Landry was bitey, too, but not in the same way. He didn’t bite to mark as strongly as Cris did, normally. Landry’s true ownership marks were the collars Bob willingly wore. Which one depended on the circumstances. Not only the collars, but also the marks Landry’s implements left on his ass or other body parts.
Tilly left her marks where no one could see them, on his heart and soul, and were far more permanent. All she had to do was look at him with her hazel eyes, or call himsweetie, and he was hers.
Always and forever.
Today, Bob would be in the pool with Cris and KC, except the sadist had no sooner closed the bedroom door last night when he’d pinned Bob down on the bed and locked his cock and balls in a chastity cage. No way even his baggy swimsuit would hidethat.
Then Landry and Cris had taken turns fucking his mouth as a welcome home celebration, and Landry had made him sleep with a large butt plug in place while the sadist spooned around him.
Boblovedit.
He knew once the sadist deigned to give him relief, likely that evening, it would be well worth the wait and the discomfort he endured to receive it.
That, and Tilly had made him come three times in the twenty-four hours before they’d left London, knowing damn well the sadist would deny and torment him upon their return.
Bob knew part of Landry’s “funishment” for him was because Bob hadn’t yet coaxed Tilly into dropping her final restriction on no sexual intercourse between them and Bob until their year anniversary of the latest form of their dynamic.
That was a private aside the sadist had revealed to Bob the night before Bob had left with Tilly and KC for their trip to London, his first to the city.
Bob now found himself delightfully caught between Tilly’s rock-solidish rule, and averyhard sadist.
The-ishcoming from seeing firsthand how the sadist had already skillfully steered Tilly toward the outcome he wanted.
As Tilly herself had stated many times, the sadist was an evil, sneaky, tricky damn fuck.
But the three of them loved him in spite of that.
Or was it because of it?
