Gilo had been standing there looking over Cali’s shoulder as she transferred photos to her laptop and scrolled through some of them. Sean, Rusty, and Cris, who were wearing about what Gilo now was—meaning not much—were also standing there and watching.
Landry walked up behind Cris, whispered something to him Gilo thought sounded French, and the two men peeled off to the new side.
They didn’t go very far, though, just inside the doorway, where Landry put Cris on his knees.
Here we go.
Obviously, with Derrick and Marcia having truly broken the ice—not that this assembled group needed the ice to be broken—Landry was going to have his fun.
* * * *
Abbey eased closer to Gilo and wrapped her arms around him from behind. She’d shed the pinchy heels and was standing with her chin resting on his shoulder.
Meanwhile, she glanced over at the doorway, where Landry had led Cris to the new side.
Oooh, boy.
While Landry wasn’t her speed as a sadist, she loved watching the two of them play. Landry’s play with Cris always bore an edgy, deeper vibe to it than she saw with most sadists. Stricter, in some ways. She’d been friends with Tilly even before Landry entered her life—bringing Cris back with him in the process—and to this day Abbey still marveled that the charming, warm, loving husband and father could also be so damned…
Evil.
That was the only way to describe it. The way his expression turned hard, an icy glint in his green eyes as he stared down at Cris, who was now on his knees in front of Landry and staring up at him.
Sure, she knew Cris was there because he wanted to be and loved the guy, but it still made her shiver—not in totally bad ways, mind you.
Panty-dampening ways.
Just because she didn’t want to play as a submissive or a Dominant to his level didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy or appreciate watching him play.
Abbey knew Skye had spent some time playing with Landry when she first moved back to the area and had greatly enjoyed her time with him before she and Axel were able to work things out between them to find a level of play that worked for both of them. But Skye was also a fairly heavy masochist in many ways.
Some Dominants, like Abbey and others, were just that—Tops who enjoyed playing to a bottom’s level, and it was more about the energy and the power exchange as much as it was the play.
Then, there were sadists…of which Abbey would definitely classify Landry as being a hard-core one.
Didn’t mean she didn’t like the guy, because nothing was farther from the truth. She loved the hell out of all four of them, and KC, their daughter.
Cris looked particularly sexy dressed—or, rather, undressed—as he currently was. Cuffs, collar, and a leather jock.
Nom.
She was too far away to hear what Landry said, but watched as Cris dropped into a full formal bow in front of his Master, his forehead touching the tops of Landry’s shoes. The flip side of the coin of why Abbey loved watching them scene together was she knew what a strong guy Cris was. She’d met him before he left, had seen him first as Tilly’s Master.
Watching this side of him was…sexy, even in the brutality Landry would inflict upon him.
When Cris sat up again, Landry grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his face against his crotch, and not gently, either.
Buckle up, this ride’ll get rough.
It also left her more than squirming against Gilo’s back as she watched the two men together.
* * * *
In all his years with the sadist, Cris knew one truth above all—let Landry do what he wanted to do. It wouldn’t do any good to safeword in a case like this, because that’d just egg him on in other ways.
And this was the deal he’d agreed to. Wasn’t a deal he objected to, either.
The only time he was allowed to safeword in a situation like this was for legitimate physical harm—because for all his sadistic ways, Landry didn’t want to break his toys in bad ways—or if KC was around and there was something going on that they needed to immediately cease doing to keep her from discovering them doing it.
Locking bedroom doors behind them was starting to become a habit, and Landry was actually looking into swapping out the locks on the pool house and their bedroom for ones with a keypad, which would lock automatically behind them and little prying fingers couldn’t open, yet they didn’t need a key or a special little tool if the door was locked on the other side.
Landry’s fingers dug into the back of his head, fisting his hair as he whispered to Cris.
“Bet my boy’s hard right now, aren’t you? Bet you’re eager to take a load for me like a good little fucktoy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
Because, yeah, he was hard, and yeah, he was eager to please him.
He wasn’t exactly a masochist and never had been, but over the years, he’d learned to process and submit and accept the sadist’s ways, because he loved the man, and loved having the light along with the dark, the sweet and the savory.
It couldn’t all be green.
It wouldn’t be fun if it was, anyway.
After all this time, Cris needed that edge to their play when he was in bottom mode.
Plus, Landry was burning off eager, nervous energy with the year creeping along since Bob had joined their household and Tilly still hadn’t lifted the prohibition early about full-on intercourse between them and Bob like Landry was convinced she would.
Landry couldn’t exactly bitch to her about that, either, because he’d promised her he wouldn’t, that it was strictly her choice, and, oh yeah, she did have a full year.
Cris would never voluntarily admit what he was certain was going on, either—that Tilly was now deliberately baiting the sadist more than she was leaving the prohibition in place simply to make certain things would work out.
They all knew things were going to work out long-term with Bob. Even Tilly was talking future plans with him as part of their lives.
That meant she was fucking with Landry in the only way she could, because he wasn’t a submissive or a switch, and she couldn’t spank the Dom’s ass.
Inside, he smiled. You go, Redbird. You go.
Although the flip side of that was he himself usually ended up bearing the brunt of Landry’s frustration in more ways than one.
Cris had thought to suggest to Landry that he simply admit he’d given Bob orders to try to encourage Tilly to lift the ban early, admit Tilly had seen right through the sadist, and she’d probably gloat even as she lifted the ban.
This was Cris’ personal supposition.
Meanwhile…
He’d take what got dished out and silently snicker from the sidelines as the two of them invisibly tussled it out.
The Dom would eventually have to admit Tilly was the true Alpha in their home, even if he didn’t want to admit it, but it was the truth. Cris could see it in Landry’s gaze when he watched her, how proud of her he was.
How much he loved her.
How he talked about and to her when she wasn’t with them, sitting right there for the speakerphone calls with Lan.
The sadist was a total softy for his Redbird.
Cris knew, because he’d been exactly where the man now stood, only that was before Tilly’s Domme side had been birthed. Even then, he might have been her Master, but he would have bent Heaven and Hell to make her happy.
Before he went and fucked it all up.
I guess I am more like Landry in some ways than he’d like to admit.
Between them, Cris felt Landry’s hard cock pressing against his cheek through the fabric of his slacks. Of course the sadist was freeballing it today—because of course he was.
At least it saved a little on laundry efforts.
“Do you want it?” Landry asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“Beg me for it, slave.”
A shiver rippled through Cris at the hard edge in Landry’s tone. �
��Please may this slave suck his Master’s cock?” Cris mouthed the outline of Landry’s cock through his slacks.
“That didn’t sound very needy, slave.”
“This slave needs his Master’s cock, please, Sir. This slave needs to show his Master how much he loves his Master’s cock.”
Yes, his own cock was hard, throbbing inside the jock now.
Landry made him beg for another minute or so before finally lowering his zipper.
Cris had his mouth open and ready when Landry started fucking his face, and Cris knew this would be a fast one. No doubt today had helped fire Landry up as much as it had him.
They had some damn good-looking friends, who looked even better dressed up in suits.
It was hard and fast and brutal, but nothing Cris hadn’t literally been through maybe thousands of times already during their years together. As Landry’s hard cock thrust over his tongue and down his throat, Cris relaxed and let it happen, enjoying the little dip into subspace it gave him to be used like this.
When Landry’s orgasm hit, Cris swallowed, waiting him out, finally taking in a deep breath when Landry softened a little and eased back just a smidge.
His grip turned gentle, stroking Cris’ head as he knelt there.
“Ah, my sweet Cristo,” he finally said. “After all these years, and yet you still put up with me?”
Landry finally tapped his head, meaning Cris could sit back, and he did so while Landry tucked himself in.
He smiled up at him. “Not like anyone else would have put up with you all these years, Master.”
Landry chuckled. This also wasn’t anything they hadn’t said between them countless times before. “Let’s rejoin the others. Pizza should be here soon.”
He actually held his hands out for Cris, to help him up, then pulled him in for a hug.
“Still trying to decide if I want to fuck your ass here, or wait until I have you home and do it there.”
Cris knew that would be when he’d be granted his own orgasm. “If you wait until home later, we can fall asleep in bed.”
“Ah, this is true. And yet, you’d have to wait.”
Cris drew his head back enough he could look Landry in the eyes. “Dude, really? Like you haven’t done worse to me before?”
Landry snorted. “True.”
And this was one of the many reasons he loved this damn sadist—because despite what an evil fucker he could be, Landry did have a loving, soft center that Cris was privileged enough to also be the recipient of.
Chapter Six
The pizzas arrived, and they all settled in to eat.
Cris had to eat sitting on the floor at Landry’s feet. Landry hand-fed the man after removing his blazer, rolling up his sleeves, and draping a towel over his own lap to protect his slacks.
Finally, they reached the pup stage of the photo shoot, which would pretty much be the last part of it.
Gilo’s usual gimp mode wasn’t much different than pup mode. For pup mode, he wore a different hood, one that was actually a dog mask, too, and added leather mitts on his hands, kneepads, shoes to protect his feet, and a short leather tail clipped to the back of his leather jock.
Once the four of them were all pupped out, including Cris—who looked like he might be a little on the mellow, subspacey end of things now—Cali started getting shots with them in different poses, playing with toys, and rolling around wrassling.
She took the group shots first, in twos, threes, and then all four of them. Eliza, Abbey, Landry, and Max all got shots with the pups, too.
“I’m an idiot,” Cali said.
“What?” Max asked.
“I should’ve gotten shots with Baxter with them all pupped out.”
Max burst out laughing. “Yeah, you should have. That’s okay. Sean and I can do that at the house. We have that smaller photo backdrop.”
“And I can loan you the barbarian,” Eliza said.
“You can borrow Cris, if we’re in town,” Landry offered.
“If it’s an evening or weekend, I can probably come over,” Gilo said.
“There,” Max said. “See? Problem solved.”
“Still can’t believe I didn’t think about that sooner,” Cali said. “That’s like a duh kind of moment.”
“Well, you’re amazing all the time. We don’t expect you to be perfect all the time, too.” He leaned in and kissed her.
“Aww. You just got yourself laid tonight.”
He grinned. “Tonight? Honey, we’re doing this before we open today.” He leaned in and nuzzled her nose with his.
Once that was finished, they staged several shots each for different pieces of equipment, and different combinations of Tops and bottoms—per their usual pairings—along with multiple implements from the Two Crafty Bastard Toys inventory.
Gilo and Abbey basically got to scene for the camera, and while she kept his jock on for it, she took great sadistic pleasure in reaching under him and squeezing from time to time, teasing him and making him moan in sexy ways instead of just in pain.
Of which she was also doing a damn fine job.
Not that he was complaining, because he wasn’t. He’d had a long week at work and needed the mental vacation. He didn’t enjoy pain for pain’s sake—he used it as a way to process emotions, stress, and other things in a way he usually couldn’t.
That was another reason Sir couldn’t stay around all the time. Sir was an artifact of who he’d be normally if he didn’t have to worry about having friends or getting fired, the borderline asshole who compartmentalized to the point of the bad kind of avoidance.
But all that shit would eat away at him if left untended and ignored for too long.
Hence why Gilo would always welcome Ma’am back.
Especially the things she did to him in an ouchy-that-fucking-hurts kind of way.
After they finished their scene, Gilo and Abbey curled up on one of the couches for aftercare while Eliza and Rusty had a turn, followed by Landry and Cris, and then Tony and Shayla to finish rounding things out.
Gilo enjoyed just…coasting immediately following a scene. Lying there with his head in Abbey’s lap and allowed to simply process the sensations, the pain, the feelings.
This was all part of his process, and Abbey understood that.
Just like Sir knew his girl enjoyed a good, sexy cuddle after her scenes with Him.
Once Gilo was up and moving again, Landry let out a wolf whistle when Gilo stood just across from where he and Cris were sitting on a different couch.
Gilo shook his ass, then smacked himself, wincing when he realized how tender he really was.
Abbey and Landry both burst out laughing.
“Your boy does have a fine ass,” Landry told her.
Landry could get away with saying something like that, since they were close friends. Neither he nor Abbey would take umbrage with the familiarity.
She smacked Gilo’s other ass cheek. “Yeah, I think he does, too.”
“Oooh!” Marcia said. “We could have a spankable ass contest! Crowd vote for who has the best ass!”
Cali’s face lit up, as did Eliza’s and Abbey’s, but Max, Sean, Rusty, and Gilo all said, “Red.”
“Aww,” the women said.
“Hey, doesn’t mean you can’t have it,” Gilo told her. “Just means we don’t want to be in it.”
“Didn’t mean you had to let people spank you,” Marcia said.
“Yeah, well, I don’t need to win a contest to know my ass is fine. Ma’am likes it, and as Landry said, he’s sort of an expert.”
“Cris will do it,” Landry said. “As will Bob, if he’s home, at the time.” Landry ruffled Cris’ hair. “Won’t you, slave?”
Cris rolled his eyes, but said, “Yes, Master.”
Landry positively beamed. “Good boy.”
* * * *
Ross had shed his jacket already. He’d settled in on one of the couches with Loren to watch Tony and Shayla scening.
“You seem t
o be less…bewitched than the others today,” he softly teased.
She snorted. “You’re an attorney. Before your semi-retirement, I saw you in a suit nearly every day, and made the dry cleaner runs for you every week. Sir,” she added. “You want to rev my motor? Put on the jeans, boots, and that black button-up you have that I love. You look hot in that.”
“Hmm. That sounds a little smart-assy, sweetheart.”
She laid her head in his lap and looked up at him, playfully batting her eyes at him. “It wasn’t meant to be, Sir.”
“I don’t know.” He settled in even more and draped one arm along the back of the couch. “I think maybe someone needs to convince me she wasn’t being smart-assy.” He looked down into her hazel eyes. He knew he wouldn’t have to tell her what kind of convincing he was looking for.
She smiled as she sat up and straddled his lap, facing him. “And how would you like me to do that, Sir?”
“I think you know exactly how.”
Normally this wasn’t something they could do here. Damn right he was going to take advantage of the opportunity provided.
His hands settled on her hips as she met his gaze and pulled the hem of her dress free from where it’d caught underneath her. Because she wasn’t allowed panties without permission, that meant this would be logistically easy for them.
His cock was already hard, so all her teasing she did, running her fingers up and down the outside of his slacks and tracing the outline of his cock through the fabric, was just going to make him want to add spankings to the mix if she didn’t hurry things along.
He was feeling a little feisty today, he’d admit it.
She must have spotted the gleam in his eyes, because she started working on his belt and fly and had soon fished his cock out.
“Mmm. You’re getting closer, sweetheart.”
She smiled as she slowly stroked him before rising and aligning his cock with her pussy. She took her time easing down on him, gently rolling her hips back and forth as she did and making him choke back a deep groan.
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