“No, that was spoken like a man who knows it’s three against one now, and if I get really desperate we’ll just suck on your balls until we get you horny enough to be nice again.”
Landry loudly sighed. “Such a brat you are becoming, slave, now that you have one of your own to torture.”
“I’ve always been a little bit of a brat, Master. That’s one of the things you said you love about me. I’m not a doormat. Except that one time during my punishment period. Even then, that was a special circumstance, and I don’t think we need to rehash it.”
“True. I hate it when you use my own words against me.”
Bob was reduced to listening to this, his cock now hard and throbbing from what he was doing. He couldn’t see anything from his position. When he ran his tongue up inside her pussy, he tasted both her juices and Landry’s from their earlier fucking.
He flinched, followed by a moan when Landry’s hand closed around his cock and slowly pumped. “I have a special surprise planned for you two once we quiet our feisty pet. Talking to Joel and Fenton tonight, I got an idea I’d like to try out.”
“Uh-oh,” Cris muttered.
“Now why do you assume that’s a negative?” Landry asked.
All three of them, as one, even Tilly, paused and said, “Because it’s you.”
Followed by laughter.
Then Tilly’s renewed moans filled the room as Bob picked up where he left off.
“Nevertheless, I believe you two boys shall enjoy this one. We had a successful party, happy guests, great energy here all night. That deserves a reward for you both. And unless our sweet little viper”—she moaned as the first orgasm hit, grinding even harder against Bob’s mouth—“ah, there she goes now. As I was saying, unless our sweet little viper decides to remove our final restriction sooner, I need to be creative and discover workarounds that do not violate her rule. And I have. Make her come at least once more, boy, then get back up here.”
Bob was holding on to her thighs to try to keep her still. This wasn’t his preferred position to do his best job, but he was always going to follow orders.
And he’d never turn down a chance to take care of her like this.
He suspected Landry was helping by playing with her nipples, because Tilly started whimpering.
“Yes, let boy suck another one out of you. He’s earned his reward. Stop being a stubborn thing. If you make me drop you into subspace, I’ll have to tie you up and fill your pussy and ass with vibrating dildos to keep you busy until I take care of slave and boy.”
She cried out as she came, suddenly sounding muffled. Bob knew that sound—Landry had kissed her. Once she’d finished coming, Landry said, “All right, slave. I think it’s safe enough now to release her. Up, boy.”
Landry grabbed a fistful of Cris’ hair and a fistful of Bob’s. “Start kissing, and let Cris get a good taste of her on you, boy.”
Cris grabbed Bob and started to devour him.
Truthfully? Nothing against Tilly and how well she kissed, but Bob had never been kissed better or received sexier kisses than he had from Cris and Landry. Deep and raw and primal, taking and owning and Bob was happy to let them.
Cris didn’t just kiss him, he held Bob’s head in place and licked him, chin to lips, along his jawline, back up to suck on his lower lip, biting, teeth and tongues and a whole lot of need.
“On the bed, slave,” Landry ordered. “On your back.”
Reluctantly, Cris released Bob, but the dark, smoldering hunger in his brown gaze stiffened Bob’s cock even more.
And Cris’ cock was hard, ready.
Bob’s mouth watered and he hoped Landry was going to let him suck the man off. Even if Bob wasn’t getting off, he loved putting on a show for the sadist.
Earning a good boy, a head scratch.
The loving smile and snuggles that always followed hard, raw sex.
Landry made quick work of attaching Cris’ wrist cuffs to the headboard. Tilly lay on the far side of the bed, sated and smiling, watching the events unfold and looking more than a little rumpled.
Again.
Landry reached down and grabbed Cris by the ankles, hauling his legs up in a position like he was preparing him for fucking.
“Get in there,” Landry said. “So that your cocks are pressed together.” While Bob did that, throwing Cris’ legs over his shoulders and wishing he could fuck the man, Landry turned to Tilly. “Don’t fall asleep yet, pet. I have a job for you. Come here.”
She rolled onto all fours and crawled over while Landry moved out of the way. He stepped out of bed and returned with a bottle of lube and gloves over both hands.
“Hands.” She held them out and he squirted a generous amount of lube into her palms.
“Huh?”
He pointed between the men. “Hold on to them. But no moving yet.” When Landry got behind Bob and nudged his knees wider apart, Bob had an idea what was going to happen next.
Both he and Cris let out identical moans as Tilly’s hands lubed, then closed around their cocks, sheathing both of them pressed together, warm and soft and sweet.
Bob gasped again as Landry slid what felt like two fingers inside his ass. Then he felt Landry reach under him with his other hand. Below him, Cris also gasped, the man’s cock jerking against his own.
“Motherfucker,” Cris muttered, now trying to rock his hips against Bob.
“Now you may earn your rewards. Bob, you may start fucking, and you may not stop until both of you have come, and both of you are soft. If one or the other of you remains hard, or gets hard, you must keep fucking.”
Tilly snorted. “Oh, boy. That’s mean, Lan.”
“I am a sadist, pet.”
Bob started out slowly at first, fully understanding what Landry’s game was. Cris had been trained by Landry for far more years than Bob had, and was an expert at being milked like this. Cris also had a trained, ingrained response to recover quickly and get hard again. Bob had once watched as, impossibly, Landry had demonstrated milking Cris while the man wore a chastity cage. Landry forced five orgasms out of Cris in less than twenty minutes before Cris had finally safeworded. Only the first couple had resulted in cum erupting from Cris, the rest dry orgasms, but still damned impressive.
The best Bob had managed so far was three in thirty minutes.
Landry called that a starting point and room for vast improvement.
Bob took advantage of having Cris restrained to lean in and kiss him, finding his groove with Tilly’s and Landry’s hands where they were, and he started to really pound his hips against Cris.
“Fuck yeah,” Cris moaned. “Oh, god, that’s good!”
Tilly giggled. She varied her grip, always keeping their cocks pressed against each other and the lube creating a delicious slide of the underside of his cock against Cris’.
Then Landry triggered Bob first, rubbing against his prostate and forcing Bob over the edge. He forced himself to keep moving, to not stop fucking Cris, Tilly’s firm grip keeping his wilting cock corralled and still rubbing against Cris’.
While Bob had been coming, Landry had started finger-fucking his ass, pounding into him. Once Bob finished, Landry’s fingers had once again sought out his sweet spot and were gently coaxing him hard again.
And then Landry made Cris come.
The vicious cycle repeated three times over the next twenty minutes before Tilly safeworded. “Okay, Lan, this is fun, but I’m getting a cramp in my shoulder and I think my hands are pruning up.” She climbed out of bed to go wash her hands.
“You may stop, Bob,” Landry said.
Kind of anticlimactic at that point, because without Tilly’s hands there to contain their cocks, all Bob was doing was cardio.
Bob collapsed on top of Cris, exhausted and feeling a little chafed despite all the lube. He winced as Landry withdrew his fingers from Bob’s ass, heard Cris make a similar grunt below him, and then Landry headed to the bathroom, stripping off the gloves.
Til
ly returned and nuzzled in to kiss Cris, then Bob. “That was cute.”
“Just imagine if I did that to both of them with one in your ass and one in your pussy, love,” Landry called from the bathroom. The sound of water running in the sink started.
“Fucker,” she shot back, smiling. She reached up and unfastened the clips restraining Cris to the bed. In a flash, he flipped Bob onto his back, pinning his arms over his head and kissing him.
“I want to be on top next time for that.” He smiled down at Bob. “That was definitely fun.”
Bob nodded, still trying to regain his ability to talk.
He thought it might have squirted out his cock around orgasm number two.
Landry appeared in the bathroom doorway, smiling. “Did I hear you say, ‘Fuck them,’ darling? Because I’m sure I could coax one more out of them tonight.”
“Ha! You wish. On both accounts.” She waggled a finger at him. “You promised not to badger me about this. Stick to being a tricky fuck.”
“I thought I was being a tricky fuck.”
Meanwhile, Cris had nuzzled his lips along the top of Bob’s right shoulder, found a good spot, and bit down, hard, sucking as he did. Gooseflesh of pleasure rippled over Bob’s body even if his cock was too exhausted to get it up one more time.
* * * *
That had almost been hot enough to make Tilly think about cancelling the restriction right there.
Almost.
She also knew that was part of the sadist’s plan, yet another reason to stay strong and toy with the man. This was becoming as much a game to her as she knew it was for Landry.
He’d as much as admitted it to her earlier when they were snuggling in bed after he’d fucked her senseless.
He’d also nailed another issue she’d been mulling over but not sure about.
“Not to pressure you, love, but if you ever decided to drop the restriction when you and Bob are away from home and without us, Cris and I would be fine with that, as well.”
She stared into his green eyes, trying to read him.
Trying to figure out how he could be so spookily prescient about the workings of her brain.
“It does not have to be an all-or-nothing event,” he’d added, and she could tell from his tone they were in “serious conversation” mode, not him pretending to be the tricky, sneaky, evil, pushy sadist they all knew and loved.
“I don’t know how I want it to be,” she admitted.
“Had we not arrived in your life, you’d likely be with him now, n’est–ce pas? At least, I know he would be with you, if you had him.”
She nodded.
“He loves us—all of us. And you love all of us. It truly does not matter to myself or Cris, as long as you are happy with it. Perhaps it would be more fitting for the two of you to be alone and unrushed when that happens. No…pressure.”
She arched an eyebrow at him.
“I mean performance anxiety, or whatever you wish to call it.” The sadist smiled. “As long as my cock is the first inside his ass, I truly do not care what or how the circumstances are. Or even if you wish to have him for yourself for a while and…nest.”
She rolled onto her side and rested her chin on her hand and stared at him for a long, quiet moment.
“How long had you been planning to add him to us?”
He didn’t answer her at first, which was her answer. She hadn’t been absolutely sure it’d been a truly long-game move on Landry’s part…until now.
She waited him out, and she wasn’t sure he was going to break first, but she knew that one weak point about the sadist that maybe no one else knew.
“The night you introduced him to Kim and Kylee.”
“The first night you got to play with him at Venture.”
He nodded.
“Did you bring him in because of me, or because you love him?”
“Both. At first because of you, but also because I am a selfish, greedy bastard, as Cris likes to point out.”
He smiled, the hand she hadn’t paid attention to along the back of her neck suddenly gripping more firmly. His voice dropped to a whisper. “And Daddy loves to give his little girl everything her beautiful heart desires. Daddy saw how much his little girl truly wanted Bob that night.” He rolled on top of her as he slanted his mouth over hers and parted her thighs with his knee, hard again.
He pinned her wrists over her head as his cock easily slid into her pussy and she didn’t want to stop him.
She wanted him to own her.
The man she knew was so desperate to keep her that he’d completely remade himself for her, from the inside out, in ways she knew she’d never fully know.
If that wasn’t true damn love, what was?
The sadist’s only weak point—he would do anything to make her happy, give her anything she wanted.
She did not take that power over him for granted.
Cris had undergone pretty damn severe punishment to be with her.
Bob had joined them, given himself to Landry and Cris—let’s not forget the tattoo—to be with her.
Landry had given up sole ownership over Cris, knowing Cris also loved Tilly.
What had she given up?
Well, she’d gone through hell over losing Cris the first time. Was she continuing to punish herself by denying herself that last step with Bob?
Landry’s lips hovered above hers as he slowly fucked her in that perfect way he had. “Tell Daddy what you want, pet.”
“I want you.”
“You have me, love. Tell me what else you want.”
“I want Cris. And Bob.”
“Aannnddd?”
The image, a fantasy, was seared in her mind. “I want them both to fuck me while I suck Daddy’s cock.”
“Then you shall have that, pet. Whenever you are ready to make it happen.” He switched to French and quickly built her up, making her climax first before he exploded and once again filled her with his cum, marking her, his comforting weight pinning her to the bed, holding her in place.
Holding her nightmares from the past at bay.
Holding her safe, loving her.
He still had her pinned under him, staring down at her with those gorgeous green eyes of his, eyes she knew she’d rather die first than see closed forever.
He might be a sadist, but from the first day she’d met him, in his own dark, twisted way, he’d done nothing but try to make every dream she’d had come true and make up for what he felt he’d unknowingly stolen from her in the past.
And he had.
He’d brought Cris back to her.
She was a mother.
She had a dream job making money she’d never dreamed possible, and living a lifestyle most people never got a taste of outside of movies.
And now…she had Bob.
Landry was the only one of her men she had this dynamic with, and not even Cris knew this between them, had never witnessed her like this with Landry. It was one thing she hadn’t been able to make herself bring back between her and Cris since his return despite the trust she had regained in him.
Landry had stepped into that role and taken over, and there could only be one like that for her, no matter how much she loved Cris.
And Bob.
Landry released her wrists and rolled them onto their sides with her cradled in his arms. “Daddy’s beautiful little girl,” he whispered as she pressed her ear to his chest and listened to his heart beat. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Always and forever.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Yes, love. That’s exactly right. Always and forever.”
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