Cardinal's Rule (25 page)

“Yes, Master.” Tilly heard the catch in his voice. She might not have the stomach to repeat the 

previous night’s torture, but Landry apparently did.

She felt the robe slide down her shoulders as Landry’s lips followed it. “I’m blessed to have such a sweet, beautiful wife, slave. Don’t you think?”

“Yes, Master.”

His lips returned to her ear. “Do you trust me?” he breathed in her ear.

She nodded.

“Will you allow me this?”

She nodded again. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but with the heat of his body

enveloping hers, she didn’t have the will to deny him.

The robe dropped farther. He smoothed his hands down her arms, prompting her to move them

so he could pull the robe off. It fell to the floor in a puddle of fabric.

Tilly never opened her eyes.

His hands roamed her body, stirring her desire despite knowing Cris stood only feet away.

Cupping her breasts, Landry’s thumbs rubbed her nipples. “I can’t get enough of you, love,” he said, this time loudly enough Cris could hear. He rocked his hips against her again and his cock, hard and proud, pressed into the seam of her ass. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

“Yes.”

His right hand left her breast and slipped down her tummy until his fingers found her cleft.

There, he sought entrance, her juices already flowing and easing the way.

Landry’s sharp intake of breath honed her own need. “Oh, love! Did I do that to you?”

“Yes!” She realized she was rocking her hips against him in time with his movements.

He slowly finger-fucked her, his hand sliding over her clit with each thrust. “You enjoy it when a real man fucks you, don’t you?”

She let her head fall back onto his shoulder. “Yes!”

His foot gently nudged her legs wider. “Do you feel how hard my cock is, baby? That’s what

you do to me.”

“Please!”

“Please what, baby? What’s wrong?”

“Please fuck me!” All thoughts of Cris fled as her passion built. Landry knew damn well what his attentions had done to her body.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. Just keep your eyes closed and enjoy this.” His left hand left her breast. She heard him snap his fingers. Then his left arm dropped to her waist and held her against his body as he shuffled them away from the counter a step. “Lean against me. I won’t let you fall.”

A brush of contact against her leg and she understood what he’d done.

“Stay with me, love,” Landry murmured in her ear. He switched to French. “Trust me, wife.”

She nodded. “
Oui
.”

She felt him change position slightly. From the brush of Cris’ hair against her inner thighs, she knew what he’d ordered. Landry reached around her with his left arm and she suspected he had fisted his hand in Cris hair as Cris sucked his cock.

“That’s it, cuck,” Landry gasped in English. “Make sure I’m hard for my wife.”

Landry never stopped moving his right hand, keeping her passion simmering enough to pull her thoughts away from Cris kneeling between her legs.

“All right, cuck,” he ordered. “Put my cock inside her.”

Her body trembled as Landry withdrew his fingers and she felt his thick knob press against her entrance. With one thrust, he was buried to the hilt inside her.

He leaned forward so she had her elbows resting on the counter.

“Suck my balls, cuck,” he hoarsely ordered. “And lick her pussy.”

Landry’s hands returned to her breasts. When Cris’ tongue swiped over her clit her legs

trembled. Landry switched to French again. “Hold it, wife. Hold it for me. Do not come.”

She dropped her head to the counter, whining as Landry’s hands moved to her hips. He thrust

slowly, the feel of his cock inside her nearly sending her over the edge as Cris’ hot tongue skillfully worked her clit before moving to Landry’s balls and back again.

“What a pitiful cuck you are,” Landry chastised. “I bet your cock is rock hard, being able to do this. Reduced to nothing more than a fuck toy for my amusement. And you’re enjoying every second of it, aren’t you?”

Landry’s thrusts grew harder, faster. In French, he said, “Come for me, love!”

Tilly pressed her ass hard against Landry as her climax hit. Her muscles clenched around his thick cock as what Cris did catapulted her over the edge with an earth-shattering wave. Landry waited until he was certain she’d finished, then withdrew and shoved his cock into Cris’ waiting mouth.

“Now, cuck. Suck every drop.”

Tilly stood there, breathing hard as Landry grunted and his body tensed before relaxing. Landry held her close as she heard a few soft slurps from between her legs. Finally, Landry let out a satisfied sigh. “All right, cuck. Thank my wife for the privilege of licking her, sucking my cock, and for the privilege of getting to take my come.”

“Thank you, Mrs. LaCroux,” he whispered.

Landry wrapped his arms around her, holding her body against his. “Now get out of here and

leave us alone, cuck. And don’t you dare let me catch you playing with your cock. You don’t have permission to come.”

“Yes, Master.” She sensed him leave the kitchen.

Landry didn’t move. She didn’t want him to. Moving meant she’d have to think about what just happened, and she wasn’t ready to do that yet. Landry nuzzled the back of her neck, kissing, gently scraping his teeth along her flesh and making her pleasantly shiver. “Are you all right?”

“Still processing.” It had felt better than good, but the fact that she’d allowed Cris to touch her like that conflicted her.

Especially considering it felt like they hadn’t spent a day apart.

“Are you angry with me?”

“No.”

Landry placed another kiss along her shoulder. “Can I ask something of you?”

“Getting pushy?” she said with a chuckle to break the tension and push away her growing guilt over once again helping torture Cris.

“No. This is a request.” He kissed the back of her other shoulder. “I have a thing for long hair.

Would you mind growing your hair out, at least a little? Maybe shoulder length? Perhaps return to dying it your natural color? It would look so beautiful on you that way. This short style and the color makes you look much older and harsher than you truly are.” He nipped her right ear lobe, then whispered, “I know you said no Dom stuff. I’m fine with that because I have Cristo to torment. I still like having something to hold on to. I like being able to grab your hair when you go down on me, or when I kiss you. I find it incredibly sexy.”

Her heart pounded as her eyes dropped closed. Already, her clit throbbed again. “On one

condition,” she said.

“Name it.”

She turned and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Fuck me again. Right now.”

He grinned and stepped forward, pushing her against the counter. “Love, give me a challenge

next time why don’t you?” He lifted her to the counter as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His stiff cock slid home without resistance as he grabbed her hips and held on.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, letting his tongue take over hers as he swallowed her soft moan.

He fucked her hard and fast, fiercely, possessively. She let her head drop to his shoulder as she hung on, her body struggling to make it over again.

He nipped her and spoke to her in French. “Prepare for me, love.”

She squirmed, moaning as each stroke plunged deep within her.

“I am so close,” he said, his lips brushing her neck. “You
will
come with me.”

She felt her body tense, coiling under his words, with his touch, wanting him to take it from her.

“Come for me now!” he ordered.

Not as hard as the previous one, but her body obeyed, releasing to him. Her nails dug into his back as she cried out.

“Very good,” he said in English, loud enough she knew Cris had to hear. He fucked her harder, finally plunging home with one last, deep thrust. His body trembling, he leaned against her for support.

“Very good, love,” he whispered against her neck, kissing a trail down her shoulder and back up to her ear again. “My sweet, beautiful love.”

She kept her eyes closed as she sat there in his arms, her head against his chest. She didn’t want to move. She wanted the moment to freeze, with the comfort and safety she felt. He wouldn’t be sick or in pain, she wouldn’t have to worry about him or see him suffer through his treatments.

She’d feel no guilt over what she’d helped him do to Cris.

With her still wrapped around him, he carried her into their bedroom like that and sat on the bed as he stroked her back. “Talk to me,” he softly said. “Tell me what troubles you.”

She shook her head. “I’m okay.”

“Is it me?”

That’s when she laughed. “In a good way.”

He made her sit back and look him in the eye. “I promise, I will never try to top you.” He

smiled. “Unless, of course, you ask me.”

This time she didn’t try to hide the tears prickling her eyes. “I like how you make me feel. I like feeling safe with you.” After a five year dry spell, she didn’t know if it was her emotions overriding her common sense or a genuine feeling that would persist as they spent more time together.

She prayed for the latter.

He used his thumbs to gently brush away her tears. “I want you to tell me how to love you. At least until we get to know each other better and I can read your body and mood more accurately. I can and will be whatever you tell me you need.”

“How do you turn that off?”

He looked genuinely confused. “Turn what off?”

“Being a Master. Or a service Top, or whatever you’re doing right now. How do you separate

that?”

“I could ask you the same question. I’m simply being your husband, Tilly.”

“You know what I mean. How can you not want that from me? You’ve always been dominant.”

He smiled. “I told you, I have Cris.” He laid another kiss on her that had her muscles throbbing in a pleasant way. As the kiss lengthened, so did his member until he was fully stiff and ready again. He easily slid inside her. “If I want to beat someone, I’ll take it out of his ass.”

“You snuck in a little blue pill this morning, didn’t you?” she teased when he let her come up for air. She tussled his hair with her hands.

One eyebrow arched. “Believe it or not, no. Last night, yes. I thought perhaps it would be wise to take out a little insurance. However, this morning he seems to have a very determined mind of his own.” He rolled her onto her back and took a long, slow stroke.

“Really?”

“Really. I think he likes you, Madame LaCroux.”

She giggled. Landry in playful mood might take a little getting used to in a good way. “Yeah?

Well, I like him, too.”

He thrust again. “Good. Because he damn sure loves to be inside you.”

“Well then show me, dammit.”

He nuzzled the base of her throat. “One more, for me?”

“Not this morning. Maybe later.”

He dropped his voice. “Mind if I embellish just a little?”

She giggled. “Go right ahead.”

“Feel free to join in.” He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, then raised his voice loudly enough she knew Cris had to hear him. “Oh, fuck, baby, your pussy is so hot!”

Her heart melted at the evil twinkle in his green eyes. “Fuck that hard cock into me. I love having a real man fuck me!”

His grin widened as his strokes quickened. “I’m going to come inside your sweet, gorgeous

cunt.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, forcing her to suppress her giggles.

“Come for me. Quit holding back and give it to me.” She dug her nails into his ass and that

finished him. He let out a loud cry as he pounded into her before finally falling still on top of her, his lips pressed to the base of her throat.

“Beautiful,” he muttered. “Absolutely beautiful.” He lifted his head. “Cuck!” he bellowed.

Landry pressed a kiss to her lips before he withdrew and stood. She pulled the sheet over her as Cris appeared in their bedroom doorway, head bowed.

“Yes, Master?”

Landry pointed at his cock. “I believe you know what to do.”

Queasy regret mixed with curious arousal as Tilly watched Cris silently kneel before Landry

and open his mouth. Landry viciously fisted Cris’ hair. “Suck me clean, cuck. Then get out there and make our breakfast.”

With his eyes closed, Cris laved Landry’s cock and balls for several moments until Landry

pushed him away. “That’s good enough, cuck.” He climbed onto the bed with her. “Breakfast better be hot and waiting for us when we finish our shower. And close the bedroom door behind you.”

Cris climbed to his feet, head still bowed. “Yes, Master.”

As the door closed on his back, Landry pulled her into his arms. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “I think I’m ready to ease up on the revenge stuff.”

He nipped her throat. “Of course, love. As you wish.”

* * * *

Cris stood by, waiting, as they ate breakfast. Shirtless and in jeans, his formal leather collar and 

matching leather cuffs were locked on him. Landry ignored him except to snap his fingers at him to refill their coffee.

When they finished eating, he looked at Cris. “Get the kitchen cleaned up, cuck. Take a shower, and get dressed. Jeans and button-up shirt. Collar and cuffs. Be ready to leave in forty-five minutes.

Cris nodded. “Yes, Master.” He bowed to her. “Mrs. LaCroux.”

Landry led her to the living room while Cris cleared the table. He sat on the couch and pulled her into his lap. “Are you all right, love?”

No, she wasn’t all right, her guilt returning to peck at her like a bird in a Hitchcock movie. “I’m fine.”

He stroked her cheek. “Love?”

Rolling her eyes, she snuggled close and dropped her voice. “Let’s ease up on the cuck stuff, okay?”

“As you wish.”

She enjoyed just sitting there in his lap, cradled in his arms. No doubt about it, she could get used to this. After a few minutes she heard Cris finish in the kitchen and head to his room. She looked into Landry’s eyes. “Are you going to spend tonight with him?”