In one way, Landry was glad to see it. It meant she felt something, anything. Her avoidance of the issue over the past several months had frustrated him. While sick he didn't have the energy to devote to changing the situation. Barring any unforeseen complications, his own future looked exceedingly bright.

Meaning he could now focus on the problem at hand.

Landry stayed out of it for the most part, other than watching. He ignored Cristo's frustrated glances his way whenever Tilly yet again berated him for something. Landry opted not to enlighten him. He suspected Cris would object on conscientious grounds, and if Tilly thought they were working together, it could, in fact, drive her away.

Losing her was not an acceptable option.

Even if it meant Cris would have to suffer the slings and arrows of Tilly's jealous rage, they would soldier on.

Certainly, Cris had suffered far worse at his own hands over the years.

Not to mention, the sadist in Landry took great pleasure over his slave's discomfort, especially when Cris tripped all over himself, even when Cris knew Tilly's attacks were unwarranted, to try to mollify her.

Over the next week, her anger bubbled up, seething, until the littlest thing could set her off.

Landry sat at the kitchen table, working on his laptop, when Cris came in from grocery shopping and started putting things away. Tilly had gone out for lunch with Loren and arrived home just as Cris finished unpacking everything.

Landry sat back, crossed his arms over his chest, and waited for the show to begin. He knew it would, too, because Cris had already violated one of Cardinal's rules.

She didn't disappoint. She grabbed the wad of plastic bags off the counter and shook it in Cris' face. "What the fuck is this?"

Cris immediately took a deep breath and Landry watched his struggle to keep his voice calm.

"I'm sorry, Tilly. The reusable bags were in your car and I forgot to get them out before you left."

She threw them on the floor. "They're fucking ninety-nine cents each!" She pointed at Landry.

"How many millions is he worth, and you can't fucking spring for ten bucks worth of reusable grocery bags? Did you fucking lose your ability to think for yourself, asshole?"

Landry smirked. Oh, she was definitely pissed. At least four fucks in just a few breaths. He watched Cris take another deep breath to maintain control.

"You're absolutely right. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

She yanked the refrigerator door open. "Where's my fucking cola?" Tilly didn't drink much in the way of sodas. Only one specific brand-Boylan-and only the ginger ale and cane cola flavors. She didn't drink it all the time, either, but when she wanted it, it'd better be there.

"They were out." He had to hand it to Cris, he was doing his best to keep his tone calm. Landry recognized the effort from when he'd let loose on Cris during his sick periods. "They said they should be getting more tomorrow-"

She slammed the fridge door shut and advanced on him. "You mean to tell me there are at least five Publixes in a ten mile radius of this house, and all of them were out of Boylan cola? You are fucking worthless!"

Landry sensed the situation reaching critical mass. She'd never gone after him so directly before, and for such an extended time. Usually she preferred a hit and run attack, a snarky comment here, an insult there, and let it drop. She looked like she was deliberately trying to egg him into a major confrontation.

Maybe this was the opportunity he'd waited for, the chance for Cristo's impeccable control to take enough of a beating he would react emotionally.

"I'm sorry. I'll go out and find you some. Normally you don't drink it every day, so I didn't think-"

"Nice job, asshole. You think. That's the problem, isn't it? You think too much. Your job, slave, isn't to think, it's to follow fucking orders. Maybe he hasn't beaten that into your pea brain. Maybe I need to give you a session of my own to fucking beat some sense into you and remind you that you aren't here to think, you goddamned asshole!"

The last three words were delivered at something akin to a scream. Landry smiled to himself as he watched the last of Cris' control dissolve in frustration. Here we go. This is my chance.

Landry sat laughing at the table as Tilly stormed off and slammed the bedroom door behind her.

"What's so fucking funny?" Cris asked, temporarily forgetting who he was speaking to in his anger.

"Why the hell do you let her treat you like that?"

He frowned. "What?"

Landry rolled his eyes. "Have you gone simple, slave? Why do you let her treat you like garbage?"

He stared at his Master, certain he'd misheard him. "You told me I had to do what she said when you married her."

"I said you had to obey her. I never said you had to let her treat you like shit, asshole." He grinned, amused.

"Okay, now I'm confused."

Landry stood with his coffee mug in hand and headed for the work-out room. "Go after her. You love her, she loves you. I never said you had to let her treat you like trash. It's time you show her how much you still love her." He turned to Cris. "But if she takes your nuts off in the process, it's your own damn fault."

"I can..." He couldn't finish, not sure he'd heard him right.

Landry rolled his eyes again. "Go. Fuck. Her. Brains. Out." He pointed toward the master bedroom. That said, he stepped into the work-out room and closed the door.

Cris stared at the closed door for a moment, then rushed out of the kitchen and across the house to the master bedroom.

He didn't bother knocking. When he threw the door open, she turned, startled, from where she'd been changing clothes. The sight of her standing there in her bra and jeans hardened his cock immediately.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? Get out!"

Without a word he crossed the distance, grabbed her, and kissed her, hard. He fisted his hand in her hair and held her until her struggles weakened and he felt her respond. Only then did he lift his head.

His voice choked. "I love you, Redbird. Always and forever, and I meant it. This isn't about your fucking soda, and you know it. I'm going to show you how much I still love you and want you."

She started struggling again as he scooped her up and dumped her onto the bed. She sprang up, coming at him, murderous rage in her eyes.

He caught her and pushed her back onto the bed, then straddled her, her arms pinned over her head. "Get it out of your system now, right now, baby girl. Scream at me, yell at me all you want. I love you, and you still love me, and I'm tired of trying to pretend seeing him fuck you and not being able to touch you myself doesn't kill me."

"Good!" she screamed, tears welling in her eyes. "Good, because I hope it fucking eats you up from the inside out!"

He kissed her again, until she gave up struggling. When he lifted his head she said, "He's going to tear a strip out of your hide for this. Get the fuck off of me!"

"He told me to come after you."

"Bullshit!"

"I did," Landry said from the bedroom doorway. His sudden appearance startled both Cris and Tilly.

She went limp again, this time in apparent shock. "What?"

Landry smiled and walked over to the bed. "I didn't think he'd have the balls to do it. I'm glad to see I was wrong." He stretched out next to her and kissed her. "You still love him. He still loves you.

I would love to see the two of you finally kiss and make up. Literally. Not just getting along for my sake, but back together."

"You son of a bitch! I knew it!"

"No, love, I didn't mean it like that. I can see the way you watch him, the look in your eyes when I use him. The longing you still have for him, as much as he has for you."

"He's not my fucking Master!" She struggled again. "Get the fuck off of me!"

"Stay right there, Cris," Landry said. "I didn't say become his slave again. I mean forge a new dynamic with him."

"I thought you didn't want to share me. Another lie?"

"No. I don't consider this sharing. I told you from the start that if your feelings for him ever changed I would welcome it. He still loves you, you still love him. I love both of you, and, well, before this moment I think you really loved me. N'est-ce pas?"

"I love you," she softly said. "I do love you. You know that."

He arched an eyebrow at her. "You don't hate me now for ordering him in here?"

After a long moment, she finally shook her head. Just a little, but enough.

"Let her go," Landry commanded.

Cris sat back on his knees and released her hands, but she didn't move.

Landry kissed her again. "I will order him out if you really want me to. Otherwise, why don't we see what happens?" He softened his voice. "Aren't you tired of trying to find reasons to be angry with him, love?"

Cris leaned forward and gently nipped at the base of her throat. Landry didn't move.

Her eyes dropped closed as she softly moaned.

Cris worked his way lower, down her chest, between her breasts until he freed the left one and sucked her nipple between his lips. She gasped. Her hand gripped his hair, not pulling him away but holding him tightly to her. He didn't want to allow hope into his heart, but he couldn't help it.

Landry freed her other breast and licked her nipple. "Tell us to stop if you wish, love, but you would miss out on the delicious experience of two men catering to your every sexual whim. From today on, we are totally under your control."

Cris closed his eyes, her scent filling his lungs. He never dreamed this day would come, even after she forgave him. Never thought Landry would ever let him be anything other than a cuckolded toy for them both.

He would've happily settled for that too, just to stay with Landry and see her every day.

"Please don't stop," she whispered.

"There's my sweet baby girl," Landry muttered around her breast.

Cris relinquished the breast in his mouth and worked his way further south, unfastening her jeans and tugging them down her body. Her panties soon followed.

He pushed her legs apart and bent his head to her mound. His tongue licked her, swirling around her clit, along her already damp folds, plunging into her hot pussy. Her moans sounded like absolute heaven to him.

"Let him show you how much he still loves you," Landry told her. "Let him back into your heart. Quit fighting what you know you still feel. It's only making you miserable."

She moaned again, her hips gyrating against Cris' mouth. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and licked, sucked, memories of many nights spent just like this flooding back to him with nearly overwhelming strength.

"Come for him, love," Landry whispered to her. "Let go, it's all right. I'm right here. I promise I won't leave you. I want you to come for him."

Tilly's entire body trembled as Cris brought her close to the brink. Her hands fisted his hair, almost painfully, and he welcomed it. She held on tightly as he slowly licked her clit, her body vibrating beneath him.

Landry softly murmured encouragement to her. It suddenly struck Cris this had been his plan all along.

I'm a fucking dumbass.

He'd deal with Landry later. For now, he wanted every second he spent between her legs spent focused on her and her pleasure. She moaned and writhed beneath him as he drove her toward release.

Landry kissed her. "Come for me, baby girl. Let it happen."

She cried out as her grip tightened on his hair. He wondered if he'd have bald spots by the time they finished and realized he didn't care. He stayed with her, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of her until she lay trembling on the bed. Her fingers eventually loosened and fell away.

When she rolled toward Landry, who gathered her into his arms, he climbed up the bed to lie behind her. Finally meeting Landry's gaze, he didn't miss the satisfied smirk his lover wore. He glared at Landry, to let him know he figured out his game. Landry's smile brightened, beaming, and Landry blew him a kiss.

Cris closed his eyes and shook his head, struggling not to laugh.

Damn Doms anyway.

Tilly lay there in Landry's arms with her eyes closed, trying to process what happened. She felt Cris change position and fought the urge to snuggle into his body.

What did this mean?

So many years spent in pain, hating him, loving him.

She chose to remain in Landry's arms, letting him hold her.

He stroked her cheek. "Love?" he softly said. "Are you all right?"