Spank or Treat (8 page)

Shayla, however, was more patient. Once Tony recovered enough to tell her, she, too, burst into gales of laughter.

“I am sooo buying them pornographic turtle stuff if I find it,” Shayla said.

“Do they make such a thing?”

“I’ll have one of the guys at work draw some if I can’t find any,” she said. “Someone there will be able to do it. Or I’ll pay Mallory or Chelbie. That’s priceless.”

Cris stared at his ass in the bathroom mirror. “This stuff better come off.”

Landry looked amused. “Why? You want me to make you run around bottomless at work?”

“No. You know what I mean.”

“No, I’m sure I don’t. Why don’t you explain it?”

“Sadist.”

“Your point being?”

Cris jumped when Tilly pounded on the bathroom door. “You guys aren’t having sex in there without me, are you?”

Landry reached over and opened the door. “No, love. He was admiring my artwork.”

Tilly walked in. “Holy crap, that thing’s creepy.” She pulled the shower curtain shut on the blow-up clown propped inside. “So are we playing, or what?”

Landry grabbed her and pulled her in, kissing her hard, deeply, until she was softly moaning in his arms.

“What was that, love?” he asked.

Cris watched the scene play out in the mirror, amused, until he thought he glimpsed a man’s face. A blink of his eyes, and he realized he must have just seen Landry’s reflection.

Or, something.

“Are we scening?” she asked again, this time sounding more like a kitten than a tigress.

He stroked her hair. “Why, yes, love. I do believe we are. Would you like to help me put some more color onto slave’s ass?”

“Oh, no more markers, please,” Cris asked.

“I wasn’t referring to markers,” Landry told him. “I was referring to bruises.”

“Oh. Well, okay, then.”

Landry sent Cris to fetch his gear bag while he led Tilly into the playroom. No one was currently using it, making it the perfect spot for them.

He pulled Tilly close again, fondling her ass. “You should wear this outfit at home more often,” he said. “I might have been a far better patient during my cancer treatment had you been dressed like this every day.”

She laid a finger over his lips. “Shh. That’s not funny to joke about. Especially not here.”

He winced. “Sorry, love. I wasn’t thinking. He died here, didn’t he?”

“Yeah. In his own bed.”

Cris returned with the bag and Landry had him set it next to the spanking bench he planned to use. “Get naked, slave,” he said, still fondling Tilly’s ass under the short skirt. “Time for a prostate check.”

She rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”

“I’m trying for light-hearted.”

“Keep trying.”

Once Cris was secured onto the spanking bench, Landry ordered Tilly to stand by his head and let him lick her. Meanwhile, Landry broke out his implements and without any warm-up, started smacking Cris’ ass with a paddle.

Tilly cradled Cris’ head in her hands as he worked his lips over her clit and pussy.

“That’s it, slave,” Landry said, delivering another hard smack. “Get her over before I finish and fuck your ass, and I’ll let her give you a blow job while I’m fucking you.”

That encouraged him, his mouth and tongue moving faster, eagerly.

She’d long ago gotten over the shock of Cris being Landry’s slave. Watching the two of them have sex was one of the hottest things imaginable.

Being a part of it while they had sex together was even hotter than that. Just the thought of watching Landry’s cock disappearing inside Cris bumped her even closer to orgasm.

Some of Landry’s hits made Cris moan, which benefitted Tilly as the vibrations rolled through her clit.

“Is he doing a good job, love?” Landry asked.

Smack
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“A wonderful job.” The only thing better would be if Cris were going down on her while Landry was fucking her at the same time. Something they did quite frequently, and even switched up, with Cris fucking her while Landry used his talented mouth on her.

For a man who was homoflexible only for her, he damn sure could rock her world every time they were in bed together.

And I’m the lucky bitch married to the guy.

That’s the thought that tipped her over the edge. Landry noticed and picked up the tempo and severity of the impacts he delivered to Cris’ ass, until the bound man was moaning almost as loudly as Tilly was, the vibrations from his mouth intensifying her orgasm.

Landry laughed as he relented, laying the paddle in the middle of Cris’ back. “Excellent job, slave. She looks quite satisfied.”

That’s because she was quite satisfied.

Landry reached over Cris, grabbed Tilly’s arm, and pulled her around to his end of the bench. This time, he fisted her hair, hard, and kissed her. “My beautiful wife is going to get on her knees and be my good little cocksucker, now, aren’t you?”

Well, when he put it like that…

“Uh huh!” She sank to her knees, turning so she could sit and suck Cris’ cock into her mouth and play with his balls with her hands.

“Good girl,” Landry said.

She heard him doing something, then he stepped close again and Cris let out a grunt. When she felt Landry’s balls now nestled next to Cris, she realized he was all the way inside him.

“Play with my balls, too, love,” Landry said, sounding tense. “Lick them.”

She did, eagerly, keeping Cris hard by stroking him with her fingers.

“Okay, start sucking him again. I don’t wish him to cum in your hair right now.”

She giggled, but did as he said, pulling another moan from Cris in the process.

The impacts started again as Landry used the paddle on Cris while he fucked him.

Pleasure and pain…the wily Dom had wired Cris’ brain to equate the two in many ways. Or, at least, to associate them together in the best way possible.

“Next party, love,” Landry said, “it’ll be you on this bench, slave sucking your gorgeous pussy, while I’m fucking that sweet ass of yours.”

She shivered with pleasure. Landry loved fucking her ass. He especially loved fucking her ass while Cris had his cock up her pussy at the same time.

They never failed to blow her mind when they did that. There was something wonderful to be said about writhing, helpless, pinned between two hunky guys who could fuck her brains right out of her head.

Tilly was getting lost in her fantasies when Landry stopped moving. It felt like he reached over and dug something out of his bag.

When he handed it to her without her relinquishing the cock in her mouth, she realized what it was.

“Put it in, love. Set to high. I don’t wish you to be left out.”

It was the largest dildo vibrator they had, one of the ones with the little rabbit ears for the clit stimulator.

And it usually made her scream her head off when she came.

“In your pussy, now, or you’ll be on this bench getting your ass caned.”

She fumbled until she found the switch and got it turned on. Closing her eyes, she moaned around Cris’ cock as she spread her legs wider and slid the vibrator inside her.

“All the way in, as far as it’ll go, love.”

Whimpering, feeling the release already building inside her, she did.

Then Landry set his foot right between her legs, pressed against the base of the vibrator.

“You can hump it against my foot if you need to, love, but it best not leave your pussy until I tell you so. Ditto that cock in your mouth.” Then he started fucking Cris again.

Now the other man’s moans grew louder from the reaming he was getting with Landry’s cock fucking his ass, echoing her moans.

Aaand it hit her. She cried out, rocking her hips and keeping the vibrator inside her, the clit stimulator hitting her perfectly.

“Such a lovely sound,” Landry said. “Is it not, slave?”

“Yes…Sir…” he gasped.

“Slave, by the way, you may come whenever you like, as long as you do it before I do. Otherwise, you won’t get to come again until I decide.”

Now she felt Cris moving, rocking, thrusting against Landry and her mouth. She wanted to help him, she really did, but she could barely control her own muscles with the vibrator rolling her through another series of orgasms.

Landry chuckled. “Ah, yes. Such sweet moans.” He started smacking Cris’ ass, harder than before, shaking the bench with each stroke until Cris let out a cry before he poured a load of cum down Tilly’s throat.

“Keep sucking, love,” Landry ordered. He put down the paddle and started fucking Cris, hard, keeping him moaning and Tilly moaning and pretty soon, Landry was moaning, too.

When he finally fell still, he reached down and pulled the vibrator from her. “Good job, love.” He switched it off and, after pulling out of Cris, shoved the vibrator into the man’s mouth. “Suck on that until I return. Lick it clean.” Landry freed one of Cris’ hands so he could hold it before he left the room.

Tilly closed her eyes, content, not wanting to move just yet. She did turn her face to the side and kissed the inside of Cris’ left thigh, snuggling her face against his flesh.

Yes, they were an odd trio, indeed.

She didn’t care.

She loved what they had. She was almost at the point where she could admit she was glad life had worked out the way it had, that Cris had gone back to Landry and saved his life, and that Landry had brought Cris back to her.

Almost.

She wouldn’t complain about where they were now, that was for sure.

Landry returned a moment later after cleaning up in the bathroom. He unsnapped Cris’ other limbs and helped him off the bench and onto the floor next to Tilly. Smiling, he put his arms around them both and drew them close, kissing the tops of their heads.

“Where would I be without my two beautiful souls by my side? Do you know how much I utterly love and adore you both?”

Tilly only realized now he was speaking French. At some point, he’d switched over to it during the scene and she hadn’t even noticed, although it shouldn’t have surprised her. He did it all the time.

“Love you, too, Master,” Cris said, kissing him.

Tilly offered him a tired but pleased smile and kissed him. “Love you, too, Master Fussypants,” she said in English.

Landry grinned. “When do I finally outlive that moniker?”

“When I get sick of it.”

Cris snorted. “That would be…never.”

Gabe and Bill sat with Mike and Jenny on the lanai, talking. Gabe was dressed as Hello Kitty, while Bill had gone with a Charlotte County sheriff’s office plainclothes detective’s costume, his badge holder hanging from a chain around his neck.

Mostly because he was on-call that night and didn’t want to have to explain a costume if he got called in.

But also partly because he wasn’t much of one for wearing costumes.

He enjoyed sitting and talking with Mike and Jenny. They didn’t get to see them as often as he wished they did. While not exactly the same, the other couple’s BDSM path was very similar to his and Gabe’s, a gentler, less sadistic dynamic than some of their friends.

As Mike grew more comfortable with his role as Dominant to Jenny, he was finding the things he liked to do, setting his own course instead of following what he thought he was supposed to do. He enjoyed bondage and forced orgasm scenes with Jenny. In fact, right now Jenny was dressed in nothing but an orange and black rope chest harness.

The perfect Halloween costume.

“I wish we hadn’t missed the excitement earlier,” Gabe said. “I would have paid good money to see Mallory deck a Dom.”

Bill was thankful it hadn’t been Gabe Seth had done that to. She wouldn’t have been able to shoot him, because he made her leave her sidearm in the car for the private parties. But Gabe could have put a hurting on him hand-to-hand.

That would have been ugly and likely ended with Seth getting a ride in an ambulance, not just freezer section take-out for his swollen nose.

“She still feels badly about it,” Jenny said. “I don’t blame her, but it was Seth’s fault for scaring her.”

They were discussing holiday plans when something caught Bill’s eye in the backyard.

Gabe, a veteran FDLE officer, didn’t miss his reaction. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I think. Wait here.” He got up and walked outside, looking around.

Nothing but the lighted display throwing a crazy pattern of shadows, moving and still, on the other bushes and trees in the yard.

“What is it?” Mike asked from where he’d walked over to the side door.

“Nothing. That huge inflatable, the black cat, it moves. I’m sure it was just the light from it. That’s all.”

But as he headed back to the house, he wasn’t sure that was the answer, either. It sure had looked like a guy walking across the backyard before he disappeared into thin air.

Shoving that thought out of his head, he returned to the lanai to continue their conversation.

* * * *

They’d opted to hold the bobbing for boners contest later in the evening, when people might not be as worried about their makeup or hair.

Tilly and Leah got the washtub ready, but only filled it with a few inches of water. What they hadn’t counted on was that not all of the dildos floated. Most of them sank.

They’d purchased fifteen different ones, which had all been washed in the sink earlier that day to remove any packaging residue from them. And three of them had been secretly marked for prizes before they were tossed into the round washtub. They had everything from generic average fake white dude cocks, to a very large fake black cock, including balls, to one that, even down to the green color, looked like the Incredible Hulk’s dong, a dragon cock dildo, and a few sparkly rainbow-shaded dildos in various sizes and colors.

Fun for all.

Tilly frowned as she stared down into the tub. “That looks too easy. Should we add more water?”

“We don’t want anyone drowning,” Leah said.

“Ha! That’s a good one. With this group? One thing most of us ladies are good at is knob-gobbling, as Ross so eloquently put it in the invite. The only thing that could add a challenge to this is making them dive for them in the pool.”