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The look and his tone of voice chilled Cris. He’d never seen that expression directed at him before, although he’d seen Landry act that way in the course of business negotiations.

Landry manhandled him until he was at the head of the bed, stretched out across the width of it and laying on his side. Landry lightly slapped Cris’ bound cock and balls, hard enough to make him wince. “You won’t have use for these tonight. You’re lucky I’m letting you keep them at all, but as I told you, Tilly said I’m not allowed to geld you.” He lit all the candles and set the cable TV to a classical music channel before he left the room.

* * * *

Landry emerged from the bedroom with a playful smile on his face. She’d managed to get the

champagne bottle open without it fizzing everywhere. He walked into the kitchen and kissed her, hard and deep and taking her breath away.

“Ready to begin our night, love?” he asked.

She nodded. “It’s all I’ve thought about all day.”

“Me too.”

She put a staying hand on his chest. “Not because of our revenge fantasy,” she admitted. “I’ve wanted you. At this point, I could do without the other part if you wanted to.”

He pouted. “Aw, but love, I have such a prettily wrapped surprise awaiting you.”

Laughing, she asked, “What did you do?”

“Let me show you.” He handed her the bottle and two empty glasses and took her by the hand,

leading her to the bedroom door. He stepped behind her and covered her eyes with one hand. “No peeking,” he warned. He reached around her with his free hand and opened the door, pushing it so it swung all the way open.

He guided her into the bedroom and kissed the back of her neck. “All right love, I present your bridal suite.”

When he removed his hand from her eyes, she gasped before she ever spotted Cris. “Oh, the

flowers are beautiful! And candles, too.” She leaned into him as he slipped one arm around her waist.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you wrapped him, were you?”

He nipped her earlobe. “Love, would I tease you about something like that?” He took the bottle and glasses and poured their champagne. Then he handed hers to her and they linked arms. “To my beautiful bride,” he said, his eyes holding hers.

Her heart raced. “To my handsome husband,” she breathlessly replied. They both sipped, then

he took her glass from her and set it on the bedside table with his.

“Come here.” When he opened his arms to her, she kicked off her shoes and walked to him. His kiss felt gentle at first, then more persistent as he slanted his lips across hers and took control.

For tonight, she was more than willing to let him have it.

It was easy to ignore Cris lying there trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Landry consumed her soul as his lips explored hers. He reached around her back and found the zipper of her dress.

Slowly, as he held her firmly cocooned in his arms, he lowered it. Cool air brushed against her flesh as the fabric parted.

He lifted his head and smiled. “I suppose I should take this jacket off.” He shrugged it off and tossed it onto the chair in the corner. Then he caught her hands and backed over to the bed, leading her along. He sat and pulled her onto his lap. “This is where I want you. Now, I believe I was somewhere about…here in the limo.” He slipped his free hand up her skirt again, under her panties.

Eagerly nodding, she draped her arms around his neck again. “Yeah. Right there.”

She moaned as he easily slid two fingers inside her. Her muscles grabbed at him as he slowly fucked her with his hand.

“Do you like that, baby?” he teased.

She closed her eyes and fought the urge to whimper. “Uh huh.”

* * * *

Landry fought the urge to rip her dress all the way off her, throw her legs in the air, and fuck her brainless right there. His cock throbbed almost painfully as he felt her slick pussy. “I want to make love to you all night,” he said. “I want to show you how special you are.”

She rocked her hips against his hand, wanting more. She whined with disappointment when he

withdrew his hand.

“Shh, it’s all right. I’ll give you what you want.” He grabbed the elastic of her panties and worked them down her hips under her dress. She helped him, and a moment later they’d been discarded to the floor beside the bed.

She reached up and loosened his tie as his fingers returned to her pussy. He kissed her, loving the way she responded to him. Cris’ body was hard and angular, while she felt soft and pliable in his arms. His tie ended up on the floor, soon followed by his shirt. Her hands roamed across his chest, over his nipples, making his cock throb even harder. He worked her dress off her shoulders and down around her waist, then bent his head to her right breast. She rocked her hips even harder against him as he flicked her nipple with his tongue while still fingering her.

He lifted his head and met her gaze. “Do not come yet, love. I want you to feel it like you’ve never felt before.”

Tilly moaned as her fingers tangled in his hair, urging his mouth back to her breast.

Every flick of his tongue against her nipple earned him a responding clench of her muscles

around his fingers, until she’d truly slipped into that passionate realm where she didn’t care what happened next as long as he didn’t stop.

He pulled her to her feet again and led her around the end of the bed. There, he reached over to the dresser for the remote and changed the channel to jazz music. She kept her arms around his neck as she tried to lick at his nipples. He helped her step out of her dress and left it on the floor.

“Dance with me, love,” he hoarsely commanded. How much control would he have when he

finally reached that point with her?

Her body melded against his as they swayed in time with the music. He captured her mouth, a

slow burn of kisses down her throat, across her shoulder, and back again. He let his hands roam her back, the heat of her bare body reaching him through his slacks and comfortably warm against his bare chest. So smooth and beautiful. For a few moments, as they danced and he lost himself in her eyes, he almost forgot about Cris watching them from the bed.

He slowly maneuvered her around so Cris could get a full view of her naked back. Landry took great pains to stroke his fingers down her spine and splay his fingers across the rounded curves of her ass.

This had to be killing him.

To add insult to injury, he winked at Cris over her shoulder and held his gaze for several long moments before turning to the side again so he could watch them in profile.

She tried to reach down and unfasten his slacks, but he laughed and caught her hands. Bringing them up to his lips, he kissed her wrists. “Slowly, love. We have all night long and even then some.”

He backed to the end of the bed and sat, making her stand between his legs. After placing her hands on his shoulders, he bent in and laved his tongue across her tummy, working lower, teasing.

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as she softly moaned.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“Yes!”

He felt Cris’ eyes on his back and knew the bound man had a great view of her bare body.

Landry spent several minutes tormenting her, until her inner thighs were slick from her passion. She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him as he laughed.

“What do you plan to do with me like this?” he asked.

She grabbed his hands and pinned his arms over his head as she kissed him. Her hips ground

against his, drawing a moan from both. “You fucking tease,” she said, “you’re killing me.”

“I thought it was the man who’s supposed to lose control?” He flipped her over, reversing their positions, her hands now pinned over her head. When he sat up and released her hands, she didn’t move her arms, left them over her head.

“Please,” she begged.

He switched to French and knew that would slice right through Cris’ very core. “Do you want

me love?”

“
Oui!
”

He smiled. She was so close to subspace like this that it wouldn’t take much to tip her into it, but he’d promised never to take advantage of her like that.

Leaning in, he nuzzled her throat, grazing her skin with his teeth. He would leave at least one really good love bite somewhere on her neck where Cris couldn’t miss seeing it over the next few days.

“Are you ready for me?”

“
Oui!
” She squirmed under him, but never moved her hands.

He stood and slowly unfastened his trousers, never taking his eyes off her. Still in French, he asked, “Are you only mine, love?”

“
Oui, monsieur!
”

He hesitated. She was dangerously close to subspace. The temptation was too great to let her get any closer. His eyes flicked to Cris’, whose expression had darkened. Yes, he’d noticed it too. How could he not? This was as close to the woman he once knew as he’d probably ever get again. She’d changed too much over the years.

He leaned over, his hands planted on the bed on either side of her, one knee between her legs.

He bent his head to her neck again. He switched back to English. “My beautiful wife,” he said as he nuzzled her flesh, “you don’t need to call me that.”

Her arms wrapped around him as she started rubbing her mound against his thigh, her body

writhing beneath him as her hands roamed his flesh. One of her legs hooked around his. “Please make me yours!” she begged in English.

“That I will do, love.” He nipped and sucked at her neck, below her ear. Her gyrations below him increased in urgency as her nails raked down his back. When he finally lifted his head, he knew the red mark would be just enough to last a few days at least, but not be horribly obvious. “Mine,” he whispered in her ear. “My sweet, beautiful wife.” He hooked his arms under her knees and shoved her farther back on the bed before he stood again and finished removing his trousers.

One more glance at Cris. Their eyes met and Landry read the mix of anger and agony there.

Good.

* * * *

She watched Landry’s body, the candlelight flickering off his solid, trim form as he pushed his pants down and stood there watching her. His cock looked even larger in the dim light, his sac heavy below it, framed by dark hair. Her body ached for him, wanted to feel that cock take her, wanted it not just because it’d been a difficult five years, but because she longed to connect with a real body again, needed the warm strength of a trustworthy man to release her from her mind even if only for a few minutes.

She needed
him
.

God, how she wished she didn’t.

He came to her, his body covering her as his lips roamed hers. She tried to rock her hips to find his cock and take him in, but he teased her, keeping himself just far enough out of her reach she couldn’t capture him.

He lifted his head again and spoke in French. “Are you ready for me?”

She nodded.

Slowly, torturously slow, he pressed forward just so his thick knob teased her desperate sex.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, still in French.

She nodded. “Please!”

As if holding back, his body trembled while he took his time sinking his entire shaft inside her, spreading her slick muscles apart as he took possession of her.

Damn
, it felt good, that hard cock touching places that hadn’t been touched in so, so long, her muscles straining, stretching her.

Once buried inside her, he rested his head against her shoulder. His breath rasped in her ear.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good,” he said in English. “I knew I should have used a cock ring.” She tried to thrust against him, but he dropped his weight on top of her, forcing her to remain still. “No, don’t move. I’ll explode.”

She wrapped arms and legs around him and nibbled at places she could reach on his shoulder.

“Please fuck me!”

“Easy, baby. Give me a minute. I don’t want to cheat you out of this. You are so fucking tight, you have no idea how close I am.” He kissed her again, taking her mind off the fact that he wasn’t moving yet. When he slowly withdrew, his thick head just at her entrance, she whined when he ordered her still again. “Next time, I will fuck you as hard and fast as you want,” he promised, “but let me savor 

this, please.”

It wasn’t nearly fast enough for her tastes, his body slowly sliding across her clit but not fast enough to get her off. After a few minutes he picked up the pace and reverted to French. “Are you my good girl?”

She moaned, feeling her senses spinning as her body opened even more to him. “Yes!”

“Do you want to come for me?”

“Yes!”

He lifted his head. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

She forced her eyes open. In the dim room, his green eyes looked as dark as emeralds, his face hard and strong. “I’m close, love. If you’re my good girl, come for me…now!”

The sensation ripped through her, amplified by him suddenly thrusting hard and fast. Fighting to keep her eyes open proved a losing battle. Her back arched as her muscles clenched around his solid cock. He drove himself into her harder, faster, deeper. Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved in perfectly synced undulations as she released herself to him.

“One more!” he ordered. “Be my good girl and come
now
!”

She sobbed as the climax washed through her. He swelled and throbbed inside her as he pushed deep one last time. His body tensed and he let out a moan of his own before he lowered his body onto hers and tenderly kissed her.

Eyes closed, she felt her tears and let them flow. She couldn’t have stopped them if she tried. It didn’t matter why, she didn’t care to take a time out to analyze herself. Armchair quarterbacking could happen later.

Much later.

After
he finished thoroughly fucking her.

After she quit making comparisons between him and Cris in her mind.

He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them onto their sides without withdrawing. “Are

you okay, baby?” he asked in English.