Never Too Late for Love

by Tymber Dalton

  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 this is vanilla 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 where that load was going.

  Time to pay the piper.

  Landry reached over to the bedside table, fished out a condom pouch and lube, and prepared.

  “Cris.”

  He gently dislodged Tilly, untangling himself from her so he could swing a leg over Landry and straddle him, facing him. Landry handed him the lube, and, after preparing himself, Cris slowly impaled himself on Landry’s shaft.

  “Bob. Stand here and let Cris reward you. Tilly, love, you should be considerate and help.”

  She knelt next to Landry, her and Cris both working on Bob’s cock while Cris rode Landry.

  Landry’s gaze drilled deep into Cris’ as the sadist smiled. “That’s it, loves. Beautiful.”

  * * * *

  Tilly hadn’t honestly thought sex could get hotter, but yeah, Bob made it hotter. As she and Cris both sucked his cock, she gave serious thought to dropping the final restriction right then.

  Except she caught herself.

  That would be exactly what Landry wanted.

  No, she’d drop the restriction by her rules and timetable, not Landry’s.

  Still, she’d enjoy nights like this.

  She was the one who, when Bob was ready to come, swallowed his cock and his cum as his hips bucked against her face and next to her, Landry also came.

  Collapsing on top of each other in a sweaty heap seemed to be their new group thing. Landry and Cris got out of bed to clean up, and Bob rolled on top of Tilly to kiss her.

  She smiled up at him. “It is kind of hot,” she said.

  “The sex?”

  “No, that’s definitely hot. I meant you getting the tattoo.”

  “I wanted it.”

  “I know. That’s why it’s so hot.”

  Landry returned, but he reached out, caught a fistful of Bob’s hair, and made him slide down the bed so his face was between Tilly’s thighs. “Give her one more for being nice enough to swallow for you. This one will have extra flavoring from Cris in it, though.”

  She was going to protest that no, she was good, when the combination of Landry’s wicked smile and Bob’s skilled tongue rendered her speechless. He didn’t just lick her clit, he worked his tongue all the way inside her pussy, and the eager way he did it left no room for mistaking how into it he was.

  He really did belong to them in all ways.

  Tilly’s climax boiled up fast and hard and Bob was an overachiever, not needing Landry to order him to go for another one before he finally let up, raising his head and smiling at her with that sweet subbie expression that always made her laugh and filled her with love.

  “I think Bob can sleep between the two of you tonight,” Landry said as he climbed into bed. “He’s earned it. Tilly, beside me, please.”

  “Oh, shit,” she giggled as she did. “That means there’s fun in my future.”

  “Perhaps, love. If you’re very very good.”

  Wouldn’t be the first time she’d gone to sleep with Landry spooned around her and awakened to his hard cock wedged in her pussy and his fingers on her clit. Or, if he was especially horny, waking Cris up to go down on her while Landry fucked her, then leaving Cris to wait until morning for relief.

  Bob lay on his right side, facing her. She nuzzled noses with him. “Love you.”

  “Love you, too, Mistress.”

  She groaned. “Why did I even bother trying to go vanilla for a week?”

  “I don’t know, love,” Landry drawled. “It’s like you’ve never met any of us before.”

  Chapter Nine

  The next several weeks passed in a blur for Bob. Home, to Florida, for only three days, then back to London for a week, just him and Tilly and KC.

  Once they returned to Florida, Bob was able to help prepare for the 4th of July party.

  Tilly had already put her foot down and banned fireworks other than sparklers.

  None of the three men dared defy her on that. As Bob’s tattoo healed and scabbed and peeled and finally started to look like it would look, he felt a deeper peace fill him. He had fully committed, and no, he didn’t need a ring on his finger.

  He knew Tilly wouldn’t give him up.

  He knew Cris wouldn’t give him up.

  And he knew Landry damn sure wouldn’t give him up.

  Anything else, Bob knew he could deal with as life inevitably threw them curveballs.

  Today was their Fourth of July party. After Tilly dropped off KC at Leigh’s house, Landry ordered Cris and Bob into cuffs and collars and matching leather jocks.

  For now.

  The sadist made it perfectly clear that, after dark, the men would be naked.

  As the afternoon progressed and guests arrived, a good, busy energy filled the house. The RSVP list had completely responded to Tony’s e-mail within a week—and it looked like they were set for a one-hundred-percent turnout rate.

  As Landry made the rounds and talked to people, he’d frequently check in with Cris and Bob, flashing Bob a smile or giving him a quick kiss and ruffling his hair.

  The sadist was happy, meaning all was right in the world.

  During one lull in people using the suspension frame, Landry caught up with Bob.

  “Go to the frame, remove your jock, and wait.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Bob did it immediately, his cock twitching as he hoped that meant a scene. The last couple of parties they’d held, they hadn’t had much chance to play because they were too busy being hosts. If they played at a party lately, it was usually when someone else hosted it.

  Cris joined him a moment later, not hesitating to get naked. “Guess we’re getting beaten,” he said, smiling and starting to stretch. Bob heard little pops and creaks as he did.

  Landry joined them a few minutes later with one of his implement bags, which had been in their bedroom. From it, he produced two pairs of suspension cuffs. While the men helped each other put them on, Landry threw a coil of rope over the top of the swing’s frame. After looping it several times, he attached carabiners to it and then clipped t
heir suspension cuffs to those.

  Cris and Bob stood facing, pressed against each other.

  “Hiya,” Cris said. “You come round here often?”

  “Every once in a while,” Bob said. “You?”

  Bob heard the sound of a cane zwhipping through the air.

  “Motherfucker!” Cris jumped in pain, straining against his bonds.

  Bob reached out and, as best he could, wrapped his fingers around Cris’.

  “You’re in a mood,” Bob heard Tilly say.

  “I was trying to decide how to play with them and went for simplicity, dear.” Landry stepped behind Bob, and a cane stroke landed across his ass, shoving him into Cris, who kissed him.

  “That’s better, boys,” Landry said. “Soothe each other while I maul you.” The sadist went to work on them, and despite the pain, both of them were hard and horny for a majority of it, their cocks rubbing together.

  Their mouths swallowing each other’s cries of pain in between moans of pleasure.

  “Now that’s teamwork,” Landry said, his hands soothing their sore asses.

  Bob had honestly forgotten Tilly was there. His focus had been Cris, and his eyes and mouth and body, and Landry’s impacts on their bodies as they stood there, bracing each other.

  So far, Landry hadn’t stopped the two men from gaining pleasure from each other, so they kept doing it.

  As long as they didn’t come without permission, hopefully they’d be okay.

  What was Landry going to do, cane them?

  Ha!

  Finally, Landry seemed to have gotten his fill. He unclipped their restraints and had Tilly take them back to their bedroom for aftercare, which Bob didn’t understand, but didn’t question. Landry followed a moment later, closing the door behind him and already unfastening his shorts as he stalked toward the bed.

  In one hand he carried a battery-operated Hitachi Bob knew had fresh batteries, because he’d been the one to check it earlier that day per Landry’s orders.

  Ahhh…

  Before Tilly could escape Landry, he had a hand in her hair and spoke a low, rapid-fire stream of French to her that Bob couldn’t yet follow despite his lessons. She moaned, squirming in Landry’s grip as he pulled her shorts down and off her, flipping her over onto her knees and driving hard into her pussy from behind.

  “Cuddle with her, boys.”

  Cris and Bob did, reaching under her shirt to play with her nipples as Landry’s cock pounded her from behind. He didn’t even bother taking off his shorts and shirt as he fucked her, reaching for the vibrator and pressing it to her clit.

  She exploded. Cris turned her head toward him, kissing her while Bob continued to play with her nipples.

  Landry looked like a man possessed, eyes wide and a beaming grin as he watched the three of them. Then with a series of short, jabbing thrusts, he threw his head back and emptied himself inside her. He switched the vibrator off and dropped it onto the bed.

  Bob sat up and kissed him, pleased when Landry threaded his fingers in his hair and held him in place, returning the kiss while Cris kissed Tilly.

  “My beautiful boy,” Landry whispered, nuzzling noses with him.

  Then Landry’s hand trailed down Bob’s back, to his left ass cheek, and slapped the tattoo.

  Landry smiled, and Bob knew now why he always gave Cris that same smile when he did it to him.

  The sadist was pleased.

  Very pleased.

  That was always a good thing.

  * * * *

  Landry let Cris and Bob suck him while he cuddled Tilly, then sent the two of them—their cocks hard and unrelieved—back out to be hosts.

  They were not to put their jocks back on, though.

  “That was mean, Lan,” she mumbled.

  “Whatever do you mean, love?” He didn’t try to conceal his snicker.

  “Not letting them come yet and ambushing me.”

  “I didn’t hear you safeword, pet. Unless OHMYGOOOOOOOD mumbled against Cris’ tongue is your new safeword. If so, my apologies.”

  She laughed. “You’re lucky you’re so damned adorable.”

  “You’re right. That, and I’m a sneaky damn fuck.”

  “Tricky, sneaky, evil damn fuck.”

  “Complaining, love?”

  “Didn’t say that.”

  After a good snuggle that included a well-needed conversation between the two of them, Landry felt revived, frisky, and returned to the party and his host duties. Tilly followed not long after, and for the rest of the night, any time he caught sight of his boys’ well-caned asses, he had to smile.

  They were his.

  Always and forever.

  And so was Tilly.

  The family he’d never expected to have, in some ways. Certainly never expected to include a woman or a child, but having two boys to keep him on his toes was a lovely development.

  No more, though. He was not a foolish man, and knew it was sexy perfection having Bob with them.

  As he made the rounds of their guests and talked, watched other people play, got new ideas for them to try out later and realized this was the happiest he’d ever felt in his life.

  Thank god I didn’t kill myself in that stupid wreck. I would have missed out on how beautiful life is.

  At the time, he’d despaired of ever seeing Cris again—his own damn fault, admittedly—or finding anyone to take his place. The wreck had exposed his cancer, and his friends and neighbors had managed to contact Cris.

  If he hadn’t had the wreck, the cancer would have killed him, and he never would have seen Cris again.

  Or had a wife and child.

  And Bob.

  Sometimes, even my bloody stupid ideas turn out brilliant.

  Now all that was left was to enjoy their life together, raise their daughter, and be a family.

  I am very blessed.

  He DM’d a suspension scene on the frame and enjoyed laughing at how Wade and Glen tried their hand at rope bondage, but on the ground, not suspended, before they spit-roasted their boy, Justin.

  Doyle had Mevi bent over the side of the hot tub and fucked him senseless as they watched the spit-roast in progress.

  I’ll never grow weary of nights like these.

  The sadist smiled, happy, and eager to see what extra trouble he could cook up for his two boys once all their guests went home.

  Even now in his life, it was never too late for love to bloom, and Landry would never take what they had for granted. It was precious, rare, and so very, very beautiful.

  Chapter Ten

  While Cris tidied up the lanai and Landry helped him rehang the swing on its frame, Bob started in the living room, going through with a garbage bag to pick up any stray cups and plates that had been left behind. People were pretty good about picking up after themselves at the private parties, but, sometimes, attentions were distracted by whatever sexiness was taking place.

  He didn’t mind the job.

  The dining room next, then he dumped the garbage cans in both guest bathrooms and tied the bag off, sitting it in the garage to deal with in the morning.

  He quickly wiped down both bathrooms and then headed for the true albatross.

  The kitchen.

  There was still a lot of food left over. Some they’d have to toss because it’d sat out all evening, and some that would still be good. He was working on that job when Cris walked in.

  Naked, except for his collar and cuffs.

  Just like Bob.

  He stepped behind Bob and pressed him against the island counter, wrapping his arms around him from behind, nibbling on his neck. “We’re cleaned up out there. Why are you still in here?”

  “I don’t want to leave this until morning.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “All this food’ll go to waste.”

  Cris rested his chin on Bob’s shoulder and finally surveyed the counter. “That is a lot of food. I didn’t realize how much was left over.” He sighed. “I’ll help.”


  They were working on that when Landry walked in, dressed only in shorts. “There’s my boys. Are we ready to go to bed?”

  Bob knew better than to ask if he and Cris would be allowed relief tonight. If the sadist decided it would be so, then it would.

  If not? The two of them could wait.

  They’d have to.

  Tilly wasn’t asleep when they reached the bedroom. She was sitting up in bed, propped against the headboard with pillows and wearing a long T-shirt while she browsed on her iPad.

  Bob assumed she was going through e-mail. It wasn’t a holiday in the UK, and she’d want to stay on top of things there.

  “Tell me you aren’t working, love,” Landry drawled.

  She didn’t look up from her screen. “We promised not to lie to each other,” she snarked.

  Yep. Full-on work mode. Bob knew that tone.

  Landry let out a melodramatic sigh that would make some of KC’s look like fine acting. “Love, you are home, it’s Sunday, and today was a party.”

  “It’s after midnight. It’s Monday now.”

  “It’s a holiday.” He snatched the iPad out of her hand and managed to fend her off.

  “Hey, give that back!”

  “Not until morning.”

  “It is morning in London, you fink!”

  “Yes, and they know you’re in the States and I own your time right now.” He managed to get a hand on her ponytail and calm her down. He glared at Bob and Cris. “A little help, please, gentlemen?”

  Cris snorted. He’d been standing there, watching with his arms crossed and a smile on his face. “I figured you had things under control.”

  Cris got behind her and held her arms pinned back. Landry set her iPad on the dresser and then pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, an impromptu blindfold. Landry pointed Bob between her legs, all the fight going out of her when Bob’s mouth latched on to her clit. She moaned, slumping forward and trying to grind her pussy against his face.

  “There, that’s better,” Landry said. “I thought I had fucked all the fight out of her earlier. I guess I was wrong.”

  “Gee,” Cris said. “Ya think?”

  “That was spoken like a man who doesn’t want an orgasm.”