Page 27 of Never Too Late for Love
“Ahhh. Because you’re a sneaky bastard who has them trained to get horny over pain.”
“The brain wants what the brain wants, love.”
“The brain is easily trained and manipulated.”
“Complaining, love?” He nuzzled her throat. “Or would you like me to train you as I trained them?”
She laid a hand on his chest. “Uh-uh. Cardinal’s Rule—”
“She who must be obeyed,” the men said in unison before breaking into laughter.
“I’m notthatbad.”
They all laughed again. Landry stood and scooped her into his arms. “Of course you’re not, love. You’re a beautiful treasure. Come, let’s go to bed and we shall show you.”
He carried her into the bedroom, Bob and Cris following. A few minutes later, naked and in bed together, Cris was already wanting round two. Landry turned Tilly over to Cris to play with while he took Cris’ phone, called up the video, and then stuck his cock into Bob’s eager mouth.
“Yeesss,” Landry cooed. “Such a good boy you were for him. Look at you staying so still there on the table.”
Cris wanted something different tonight. He sat propped up against the headboard so he could watch Landry and Bob together. He had Tilly sit on his cock, facing away from him, her back pressed against his chest and her legs spread wide and hooked over his thighs. He reached around her and played with her nipples with one hand, her clit with the other, quickly building her arousal until she was trying to rock back and forth against him to encourage him to take over.
She felt amazing, her sweet cunt gripping his cock and trying to get him to fuck her, or get her off, to give her relief.
But he didn’t give in to her just yet.
Landry paused the video, moved so he sat next to Cris, on his right, against the headboard. Landry put Bob on his stomach in front of him to resume sucking his cock.
“Such a good boy you were.” With his left hand Landry held the phone. With his right, he stroked Bob’s hair.
Landry turned his head and stared into Cris’ eyes, winking before leaning in to kiss him, hard. “How did it feel watching that? Watching him take your mark?”
He knew how Landry meant it—the literal possessive, not as in the same kind of mark.
“Breathtaking, Master.”
A smile quirked the sadist’s lips. “Indeed.”
He set the phone aside. “That’s it, boy. Bring me over and then take care of our sweet lady. I might have teased her earlier and been mean enough not to give her relief.”
“What happened to our vanilla week?” Tilly gasped, moaning.
“I do believe thisisvanilla by our standards, love.” He kissed her, then switched to French. “Do you really wish me to stop, love? Because I shall, if you ask it.”
“Goddammit,” she growled in English. “Somebody better take care of me!”
“I’m afraid I might have wound her up a little too much earlier,” Landry said. “Boy, take care of her first.” He kept his fingers wound through Bob’s hair. Landry pulled him off his cock and pushed Bob’s face into her pussy. “Do a good job, then we’ll continue in a moment.”
She moaned, her pussy twitching and squeezing Cris’ cock. “Yeah,” Cris gasped, grabbing her hips to start fucking her. “That’s better.”
It felt intense, because Bob didn’t just lick her pussy, but also Cris’ cock, what he could reach of it, down to his balls and up again, until Cris could barely hold back. Tilly exploded around his cock and Cris finally let go, filling her pussy as Bob kept licking and sucking where their bodies were joined.
Landry watched, smiling and stroking his cock to keep it hard, and Cris knew wherethatload was going.
Time to pay the piper.
Landry reached over to the bedside table, fished out a condom pouch and lube, and prepared.
“Cris.”
