Page 5 of Never Too Late for Love
“Because you’re trying to encourage me to speed up Tilly’s timeline, Master. You won’t make me wear the cage as much once she drops her final restriction.”
The sadist’s smile widened. “You are a brilliant boy. That’s one of the reasons I love you so much.”
It didn’t matter what Landry did to him, within their hard limits. All Landry had to do was say those three words to Bob, and it melted any irritation he might have at the sadist.
Orgood boy.
Either way, he loved belonging to the sadist.
“Do you know how much I’m simplydyingto fuck this sweet ass of yours and be the first real cock you’ve ever taken in it?”
“Yes, Master, you’ve made that clear.”
Oh, shit.Landry started wiggling his fingers inside Bob’s ass, slowly started fucking him with them, lightly tugging on Bob’s sac as he did. The sadist alternated between finger-fucking him and lightly milking his prostate, building him up a second time—
And then he pulled his hand out, leaving Bob gasping, needy, empty, his cock confused and leaning toward wanting more, semi-hard and once more pressing against the confines of the chastity cage.
But Landry replaced his fingers with a different butt plug—
Oh, fuck.
The vibrating one. It had a remote control, too.
Landry stripped off the glove and washed his hands. “Clean up, boy, and make us lunch, please.” He picked up the remote, smiled, and turned the butt plug on to what Bob knew was the lowest setting.
If he came without permission, even like this, he’d be punished.
Shaky and trying to adjust to the renewed discomfort—and the pleasure of the butt plug doing things to him—Bob put his feet down and held on to the counter for a moment until he was sure he wouldn’t fall over. “Yes, Master.”
Landry smacked him on the ass, hard. “Welcome home, boy. I missed you.”
Warmth filled his heart. “Thank you, Master. I missed you, too.”
* * * *
Landry smiled to himself as he left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He knew how to motivate his boy—both of them. With Cris he could simply order him to do something, and done it would be.
He was still in a distinct training phase with Bob. Landry hadn’t yet had time to set triggers with him, either, like Tilly and Cris both possessed.
Triggers to come on command.
Not out of the clear blue, of course. The desire had to be there, but with triggers set, it was far easier to drop them into subspace and get them to the point of begging for release.
Now if they could simply move their Redbird along at a faster pace, it would make life perfect.
Landry had opted not to bring Cris in on his plan, knowing Cris would have silly, logical objections to it.
It wasn’t like Landry wanted toforceTilly to let them drop all restrictions regarding sexual intercourse with Bob. He simply wanted her to see the benefits of doing so.
Not to mention she’d openly admitted to Landry, in their private conversations before he’d initially collared Bob to them as a house, that she wanted Bob to join them. He’d asked for honesty and she’d given it.
Which had worked to Landry’s advantage.
He wanted Bob as badly as she did, but for different reasons. Cris wanted whatever they wanted, and was not only attracted to Bob, but had come to love him over the past months.
Landry sat next to Tilly on the swing. Earlier, he’d fucked her brains out in bed after making her beg to stop coming with a Hitachi vibrator. Tonight, he’d let Cris fuck her while he further tormented Bob and made him watch.
That’ll pinch his prick.
