Never Too Late for Love

  They’d be out there a week, home three days, then off to London again for a week, and then home until after the 4th of July Day play party.

  Off again just days later, back to London for nearly three weeks.

  And so their schedule would play out for a while.

  So, no, Bob didn’t mind Landry and Cris having moments alone with Tilly. Not when he got to hog her and she relied on him and had given him so much trust and responsibility in her life. Maybe one little thing didn’t happen between them—yet—but that was inconsequential when compared to years of loving her from afar and then her being within his grasp, just for Landry and Cris to appear and sweep her away.

  Now, she was his, every bit as much as she was theirs.

  And he was theirs, too.

  All three of them.

  It had been worth the wait. Looking back, despite the pain he’d gone through, it’d been well worth it.

  Never too late.

  The sliders opened again. “Bob.”

  Landry had a way of saying it that almost made it sound like boy. Partly due to his slight French accent.

  Partly due to the fact that he was a fricking sadist and knew it would harden Bob, and cause him discomfort in the chastity cage.

  Tilly smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Have fun, sweetie,” she whispered. “He’s still in a mooood and wants to play with his toy.”

  * * * *

  Bob scrambled to follow Landry inside. The sadist was almost all the way down the hallway and had reached the door to the master bedroom by the time Bob caught up with him.

  Landry locked them in the bedroom. There, he grabbed Bob, winding his fingers through Bob’s hair as he kissed him, crushing his lips over Bob’s. A low growl rolled from the sadist, stubble scratchy against Bob’s face while the sadist orally ravaged and reclaimed his newest pet, bending Bob backward as he kissed him, forcing him to dip at the knees to keep his balance.

  “Bathroom,” Landry ordered. “Naked. Now.”

  Bob pulled off his shirt as he jumped to follow Landry’s orders. He was naked seconds later when Landry snapped his fingers and pointed at the bathroom counter. “Up.”

  Bob sat on the counter and propped his heels on the edge, thighs spread wide and his hands gripping his knees. Not the first time the sadist had put him in this position.

  Landry had a tube of lube. He pulled on a nitrile glove and coated his first two fingers of his right hand with lube before leaning in and immediately probing Bob’s ass. Inside the chastity cage, Bob’s cock protested the confinement, pressing almost painfully against the restraint, knowing what was coming.

  Bob. Bob would be coming.

  “You have one minute, boy,” Landry said before leaning in and kissing him.

  Landry’s fingers sank deep inside Bob’s ass, probing, curling and hooking against Bob’s sweet spot, where they started stroking and shooting Bob straight toward the goal.

  Bob wished it was Landry’s cock fucking him. Now that he knew that certainty was in his future, he dreamed of the day it was Landry and Cris’ real cocks fucking him, not strap-ons.

  The other side of that being it meant he’d finally be able to fuck Tilly.

  Everyone a winner.

  He wouldn’t deny he was looking forward to being able to fuck Cris and Landry, too. They’d told him they were definitely looking forward to that permutation.

  Landry had already warned Bob that being DP’ed by Cris and Landry was on the list of activities to check off, as well.

  Over the months since Bob had started playing regularly with Landry, after being collared to him as his submissive, Landry had immediately started training Bob, reprogramming his brain with sexy stimuli. Bob had willingly—eagerly—given full control of his sexual limits to Landry.

  Was he now gay? Still straight? Bi? Pan?

  Bob no longer knew and didn’t care what label he was “supposed” to have.

  He belonged to the triad, and was happy to be there.

  He was theirs.

  That was the only label he needed.

  Pressure built in his balls, and in his cock, as Landry’s tongue fucked his mouth and his fingers probed Bob’s ass.

  Without breaking their kiss, Landry reached down with his other hand and grabbed Bob’s sac, where it protruded from the chastity cage.

  That was enough to shove Bob over the edge. His body tensed when the climax swept through him, his cock painfully squeezed inside the chastity cage as Landry’s devilish fingers rubbed his prostate, milking him.

  These kinds of orgasms weren’t as satisfying as the regular kind, but it was better than nothing.

  And it meant at least a little respite, his cock already starting to soften inside the cage.

  Landry lifted his head and smiled down at him. “With seconds to spare. Excellent, boy. Your training is coming along nicely.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “Do you understand why I’m torturing you like this?”

  “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.

  Or good boy.

  Either way, he loved belonging to the sadist.

  “Do you know how much I’m simply dying to 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 to force Tilly 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 ad
mitted 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.

  He pulled her against him and nuzzled her neck. “Perhaps you could ease up on the movie schedule, love.”

  “I already told the gang that. But this latest batch were scheduled and backed. We can’t just say, ‘Sorry, producer needs a month off with her family,’ and reschedule. I do that, somebody better be dying.”

  “I thought Nick was going to take a more active role behind the camera instead of in front of it?”

  “He is, but he’s contracted for the picture he’s currently in, and two others. They’re part of that movie franchise he’s in, so he didn’t want to pass up the roles. So there’s twelve months of his life spoken for. At least they’re filming them all pretty much back-to-back and it’s the post work that’ll be spread out.”

  “Ah. And then?”

  “Then I’m going to make Venice our base of operations. The gang is on board with that, too. We’re already talking to the staff in London about moving some of them to the States, either here or LA. Lucas is talking to a contractor about building a studio here, FX garage and everything, so we can not only make our own films but hire out to other companies. We can build our own cottage industry right here in Venice. When you add in the facilities available up in Orlando, and we have Ringling to draw new talent from, it’s a no-brainer. Just need to find the right piece of land, and see what kind of tax deals the county commission will give us for being job creators.”

  “Poppa, are you coming into the pool?” KC called.

  “No, love. Not right now. Later this afternoon, perhaps. Daddy and I need to place a work call after lunch, which Père will have ready soon.”

  He glanced over his shoulder, spotted Bob in the kitchen, and thumbed the small remote control in his hand. Tilly had also watched and saw Bob grab the counter for support for a moment before straightening and getting back to work making lunch. Landry chuckled and bumped the controller back to the original setting, smiling and blowing Bob a kiss through the glass doors when he looked their way with an aggravated smile on his face.

  Bob blew a kiss back.

  Tilly softly snickered. “Take it easy on him, huh? Don’t go scaring him off.”

  “My sweet pet,” he whispered in her ear, “I would have no reason to cage his cock were I able to freely ride it. The temptation is simply too great for me to bear. That is as much for my benefit as it is his. As you said yourself, he’s still very much like a new toy I’m enjoying playing with.”

  “Uh-huh. Try again.”

  He smiled. “Love, I’m hurt. I think you don’t believe me.”

  “Of course I don’t. That’s because I know what a sneaky, evil fuck you are.”

  Chapter Three

  Sure, Tilly knew Landry—and Cris, and Bob—wished she hadn’t left that one tiny restriction in place. In the grand scheme of things, she really didn’t want it there either.

  Yet she wanted to be careful. That was a final borderline that could not be uncrossed. She needed to be certain. It wasn’t only her own heart at risk, but her men…and her daughter.

  KC loved Bob, already considered him family, a third dad. And having known him for most of her life, she would never remember him not being a part of it.

  For KC, this would be a “normal” life, as close to normal as their household was, anyway. Three loving dads who’d help raise and protect her. A damn sight better than Tilly went through as a kid. Bio father up and leaving when he found out Tilly’s mom was pregnant—at only seventeen.

  A step-father who’d molested and raped her.

  Yes, KC had started life behind the eight-ball with her bio mother, Cris’ younger cousin, Sofia, being a recovering addict who ended up dead in jail due to a gang hit.

  Tilly would always feel at least a little guilty that they couldn’t do more to protect Sofia at the time. Sofia had been the pawn of the state attorney’s office, who’d wanted her to give testimony against her gang-banger ex-boyfriend and his fellow gang members. All Sofia had wanted to do was change and better her life, move to Florida with them and her baby, and rebuild her life away from her ex-boyfriend.

  The lawsuit award the triad settled on KC’s behalf with the county over Sofia’s death went into a trust fund KC could use for college or trade school, if she chose to do so, or to buy a house, or whatever she wanted it for.

  But they would raise her with a good work ethic. To never stop trying.

  And they’d raise her to be open-minded and accepting, unlike most of Cris and Sofia’s biological family.

  There was one other tiny little reason Tilly left the restriction in place…

  She was, after all, a bit of a sadist herself. She was really interested in seeing to what lengths Landry might go to try to get her to drop the no intercourse rule early. She suspected he’d likely use Bob for that purpose, because after what had happened between her and Cris in the past, Cris was far too cautious of doing anything to violate Tilly’s trust. Cris would shut Landry down if he thought Landry was trying something sketchy to manipulate her.

  Okay, not exactly sketchy, but just like she had let Landry think he’d scored two victories already by getting Tilly to let Bob go down on her, and her to go down on Bob—both times by working her into a desperate sexual frenzy and not letting her come until she did—she wasn’t exactly beyond a little gamesmanship herself to fuck with the sadist. Landry would never outright break her rule. She totally trusted him and the other two men.

  She would, however, completely expect the sadist to find any and all loopholes he could to try to nudge her closer to the goal line as quickly as possible. If he didn’t do that, it would sorely disappoint her and make her wonder if something serious might be wrong with him.

  “What are you thinking, love, hmm?” Landry asked as he stared into her eyes.

  Those damned green eyes of his. He had an intense gaze, very expressive eyes. For a man who’d claimed to be gay when he’d met and married her, he sure as hell could drop her soaking wet panties without an ounce of effort on his part.

  “About how fricking busy I am and both loving and hating Leigh for suckering me into this job.”

  He smiled. “It is good to have you all home.” He dropped his voice. “I’m sure Cris is thankful to have you both home, as well.”

  She snorted. “That’s because you were probably chasing him around here like a horny dog the past couple of days.”

  “Love, I’m crushed. I didn’t have to chase him.” He grinned. “He spent a lot of time tied up. Made my job much easier.”

  * * * *

  Landry had given Cris carte blanche to use Bob whenever and however he wanted today—within the stipulated rules, obviously.

  Except Landry had also at every turn managed to get Cris deep into taking care of KC, or playing with her, or siccing KC on Cris in fun just when Cris was about to stalk down the hall and trap Bob in their bedroom for another face-fucking session.

  And Cris knew Landry was doing it deliberately to fuck with him.

  Making him wait.

  Yes, Cris loved Bob, was in love with him. The months they’d already spent with him had shown Cris how devoted Bob was to the three of them and KC, how well he’d integrated with the vanilla parts of their lives, not just the kinky ones.

  KC loved Bob, and Cris could see Bob loved her as the daughter he’d never had.

  T
here was one little safety net Landry had put into place, of course, to guarantee Cris had it bad for Bob.

  Sneaky damn sadist.

  Now that Landry had Cris hooked on Bob, Bob was like a goddamned drug Cris couldn’t get enough of. It didn’t help that the fucking sadist used his sneaky wiles and skills with NLP and hypnosis during Tilly and Bob’s absence to make Cris crave fucking Bob’s mouth like a heroin addict overdue their next fix.

  As in Landry had set a couple of new triggers in Cris. Triggers he said he’d remove in a few days, but literally, Cris was horny if he didn’t have his goddamned cock inside Bob’s fucking mouth.

  A creative sadist with time to play and only one willing victim to inflict his fun upon was a dangerous thing.

  Except Cris wasn’t complaining. This was the lightest their house and family had felt since after Sofia’s death.

  And even then, it was the brightest Landry’s soul had seemed since marrying Tilly.

  If for that alone, that it made Landry happy, Cris would agree to go along with it. Because he knew Landry loved Tilly as much as he did. Cris could focus on the sadist, not on worrying if the sadist was going to hurt Tilly’s heart.

  Landry would sooner amputate his own leg than hurt Tilly.

  And the even better surprise of what a fantastic father Landry was never failed to bowl Cris over in good ways. A silly, playful side had emerged in the man that Cris had never seen before. Landry had never shown much of an interest in children or babies while they were together. It wasn’t that he’d been anti-kids, but he’d never expressed any great interest in having any of their own, before Tilly.

  Now, they had a family. The kind of family Cris had honestly given up hope of ever having, from when he was a teenager and his father threw him out, the kind of family he’d known Tilly had always wanted and had never been able to give her.

  Cris would always mourn Sofia, because she’d been his younger cousin and he’d loved her and at one time felt like she was his only ally in the world.

  But he’d never tell Tilly, even if Landry hadn’t already sworn him to secrecy, about the talk Cris had with a friend of Sofia’s when KC was about six months old. Sofia had once stayed with her for a few weeks, and had left a small box of mementoes behind. The friend had located Cris through reading about the lawsuit in the newspaper, and had tracked him down at their office in LA.