Page 13 of Never Too Late for Love
And she’d thank him and give him agood boy, and she’d enjoy the smile that always curved his lips when she did, the way a little pink would rise in his cheeks when he felt appreciated.
It wasn’t difficult to keep Bob happy and fulfilled. He lived to serve them, and it was one of the things the three of them desperately loved about him.
Also why she was so desperate to be careful and not fuck things up, so he wouldwantto remain with them for life.
Tilly sank to the couch next to Landry, knowingexactlywhy he was so freaking amused. While they hadn’t engaged in pup or pony play to a great extent, it didn’t take a GPS to follow her sadistic hubby’s amusement back to the source.
He was laughing his ass off to see Cris being a pony, even if it was completely innocent.
“You’re such a perv,” she muttered to Landry.
He grinned. “If you understand why I’m laughing, love, then I’m not the only one.”
* * * *
It was good to have them all home again for a while. And even though Cris knew Bob would be giving him a back rub later after Cris finished giving KC rides around the living room, Cris wouldn’t trade this for the world.
All five of them were home—counting KC—and all was right with the world for now. Cris knew there were several work e-mails he’d have to deal with shortly, when he handed KC over to Landry for some quiet time, them watching TV in the living room, which would quickly leave her falling asleep for a needed nap.
And probably Landry, too.
He hoped.
That meant he could grab Bob, drag him out to the pool house for a few minutes, and release a little tension.
He’d also free Bob from the chastity cage and give him some relief. Landry hadn’t said Cris couldn’t do that.
Landry only told Bob he couldn’t remove ithimself, unless, obviously, it was harming him or causing the bad kind of pain that meant there was something wrong.
And their Bob was averygood boy.
Cris finally splayed himself on the rug, flat on his stomach. “Okay, sweetheart. Pony is tired. Go see what Poppa wants to watch on TV. You need quiet time, and Daddy needs to answer some work e-mails.”
“Okay, Daddy. Thank you.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek before jumping off him and launching herself into Landry’s lap, where she almost nailed him in the nuts.
Cris smirked. It always amused him when that happened.
Landry wasn’t the only sadist in the house.
After seeing to his e-mails, Cris quietly stalked through the house, seeking Bob.
Not wanting to draw attention to his search, either, knowing Landry would intervene simply to fuck with both of them.
He located Bob in the utility room, putting clothes in the dryer and loading the washer with another load. Cris grabbed him and pulled him close, smiling as he ground his hips against Bob’s.
“Meet me in the pool house when you’re done with this. Go out the side door so he doesn’t hear the sliders. I think we have mutual itches needing scratching.”
Bob smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
Cris could barely walk, because his erection now lay thick and heavy against his skin, pinned in place by shorts that suddenly felt three sizes too tight.
All he could think about was getting Bob in that damn bed and fucking his mouth.
Cris headed out and hoped Landry wouldn’t notice that Cris had left the vertical blinds in the living room partially closed today, at an angle that would make seeing across the lanai and pool to the pool house door impossible.
It was a game for the sadist, and Cris knew that.
He also knew that the newer, kinder sadist would, if Cris asked to drop protocols and talk about it, let Cris and Bob have uninterrupted time alone.
