what orders did Master Fussypants leave you with?”
He shrugged. “The usual. Take care of you. Be a good boy. Yadda yadda.”
She sometimes helped Landry Top Cris in a scene. It had taken her a while to mentally get to a place where she was comfortable with that. Especially since her first relationship with Cris had been as his slave.
She never would have called herself Cris’ Top or Domme. Ever.
And she hadn’t yet been able to let herself slip into a totally submissive mindset with him again, either, even though in bed he and Landry frequently tag-teamed her.
Not that she was complaining. Not in the least.
The three of them wore matching rings, even though she and Landry were legally married. And she’d started wearing her fluorite pendant again, the one that had been her day collar when Cris had been her Master. A symbol. She wore Landry’s ring, and Cris’ necklace. They did both own her heart.
Hell, Cris had always owned her heart. Even despite the way he’d disappeared and released her the first time around, she’d never stopped loving him.
Even though she’d hated him at the same time. And herself, a little, too, because of her inability to quit thinking about him.
“How about a little shower sex of our own this morning before breakfast?” she suggested.
He grinned. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
* * * *
This morning, one thing Tilly had noticed before, but never really paid attention to, was how Cris made love to her when Landry wasn’t around.
Cris solo took charge in bed, almost animalistic if Tilly was up to that level of fun, whereas Landry’s slave Cris always seemed to defer to Landry. Yes, they would tag-team her and roll her eyes back in her head and leave her drained in the good way, but it was…different.
In a way, solo Cris was almost like having her old Master back.
This morning, after they climbed into the shower but before they got distracted by their fun, Tilly decided to mention it.
“Why are you different with me when he’s not around?” she bluntly asked.
He frowned. “How?”
“Like this.”
He seemed to consider it. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it before.”
Yes, she’d let Landry top her before. Usually if Cris wasn’t around, if he was out of town. Hell, she’d given herself to Landry as a birthday present their first year together, and that had been the first time she’d bottomed to anyone since Cris’ departure from her life.
They were well past all the pain and angst of their reunion, of Landry’s cancer treatments, of Landry’s anger at Cris for leaving Tilly in the first place—all of that. Water under the bridge.
They were over two years past all that now.
As she stared up into his eyes, she realized that one thing still missing from her life.
“I want to try an experiment,” she softly said.
“What?”
Then she did something she hadn’t done in…years.
She dropped to her knees in front of Cris, resting her forehead on his feet.
Something inside her soul slid back into place with a nearly audible click .
That missing thing.
That long-lost piece.
Peace settled over her.
For a long moment, he didn’t move, didn’t speak, and she started to worry that maybe she shouldn’t have done this. That maybe in his headspace as Landry’s obedient slave, he wouldn’t or couldn’t step back into that role.
Then came the hand in her hair, tenderly gathering up the wet strands in his fist as he urged her to sit up on her knees.
Right at eye level with his stiff cock.
But he didn’t let her at it yet. He held her back, kept her from being able to swallow him down to the root the way she wanted.
“What are you asking me, Redbird?” he hoarsely asked.
Her heart swelled. It was what he’d always called her, his nickname for her, because of her last name, Cardinal.
Her voice trembled as she forced the words out. “For today, at least, I want my Master back. I want Cristo back. Please?”
“And
He shrugged. “The usual. Take care of you. Be a good boy. Yadda yadda.”
She sometimes helped Landry Top Cris in a scene. It had taken her a while to mentally get to a place where she was comfortable with that. Especially since her first relationship with Cris had been as his slave.
She never would have called herself Cris’ Top or Domme. Ever.
And she hadn’t yet been able to let herself slip into a totally submissive mindset with him again, either, even though in bed he and Landry frequently tag-teamed her.
Not that she was complaining. Not in the least.
The three of them wore matching rings, even though she and Landry were legally married. And she’d started wearing her fluorite pendant again, the one that had been her day collar when Cris had been her Master. A symbol. She wore Landry’s ring, and Cris’ necklace. They did both own her heart.
Hell, Cris had always owned her heart. Even despite the way he’d disappeared and released her the first time around, she’d never stopped loving him.
Even though she’d hated him at the same time. And herself, a little, too, because of her inability to quit thinking about him.
“How about a little shower sex of our own this morning before breakfast?” she suggested.
He grinned. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
* * * *
This morning, one thing Tilly had noticed before, but never really paid attention to, was how Cris made love to her when Landry wasn’t around.
Cris solo took charge in bed, almost animalistic if Tilly was up to that level of fun, whereas Landry’s slave Cris always seemed to defer to Landry. Yes, they would tag-team her and roll her eyes back in her head and leave her drained in the good way, but it was…different.
In a way, solo Cris was almost like having her old Master back.
This morning, after they climbed into the shower but before they got distracted by their fun, Tilly decided to mention it.
“Why are you different with me when he’s not around?” she bluntly asked.
He frowned. “How?”
“Like this.”
He seemed to consider it. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it before.”
Yes, she’d let Landry top her before. Usually if Cris wasn’t around, if he was out of town. Hell, she’d given herself to Landry as a birthday present their first year together, and that had been the first time she’d bottomed to anyone since Cris’ departure from her life.
They were well past all the pain and angst of their reunion, of Landry’s cancer treatments, of Landry’s anger at Cris for leaving Tilly in the first place—all of that. Water under the bridge.
They were over two years past all that now.
As she stared up into his eyes, she realized that one thing still missing from her life.
“I want to try an experiment,” she softly said.
“What?”
Then she did something she hadn’t done in…years.
She dropped to her knees in front of Cris, resting her forehead on his feet.
Something inside her soul slid back into place with a nearly audible click .
That missing thing.
That long-lost piece.
Peace settled over her.
For a long moment, he didn’t move, didn’t speak, and she started to worry that maybe she shouldn’t have done this. That maybe in his headspace as Landry’s obedient slave, he wouldn’t or couldn’t step back into that role.
Then came the hand in her hair, tenderly gathering up the wet strands in his fist as he urged her to sit up on her knees.
Right at eye level with his stiff cock.
But he didn’t let her at it yet. He held her back, kept her from being able to swallow him down to the root the way she wanted.
“What are you asking me, Redbird?” he hoarsely asked.
Her heart swelled. It was what he’d always called her, his nickname for her, because of her last name, Cardinal.
Her voice trembled as she forced the words out. “For today, at least, I want my Master back. I want Cristo back. Please?”
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