Part of her hoping he wouldn't appear, she grabbed her usual mug and fixed herself a cup.

Landry joined her, naked, wrapping his arms around her waist as he ground his hips against her backside.

"What a beautiful way to start each morning," he said.

She started to reply when she sensed Cris enter the kitchen behind them.

"Good morning, slave," Landry said. "Did you sleep well?"

Tilly closed her eyes.

"Well enough, Master. Thank you."

"My wife and I will take our breakfast in an hour. Pancakes, bacon, and eggs." He playfully nipped her earlobe. "Anything else you would like, love?"

She shook her head.

"Oh, and slave?"

"Yes, Master?"

"You shall address my wife respectfully. She is Mrs. LaCroux to you. I also expect you to stand when she enters the room."

Tilly didn't think she imagined the slight quiver in Cris' voice. "Yes, Master."

"Good. Her word is law to you, especially in my absence. If she ever tells me you've been lacking, or have refused to follow her orders, or even if it's just for her amusement, I will punish you more severely than you've ever known. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Excellent. Stay right there." She felt Landry's cock harden against her ass, through her bathrobe. His hips provocatively rocked against her as his teeth nibbled her ear, draining every last ounce of will from her body. It hadn't taken him long to figure that out about her.

His arms slipped around her and he untied her robe, letting it fall open. She kept her eyes closed as her hands clenched on the counter. Slow and hot, his hands roamed her flesh as she felt Cris' eyes on them.

"My wife is very beautiful, is she not, slave?"

"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."