Free Click by Tymber Dalton

then?” His voice sounded pretty choked up, too.
    “I…don’t know. Not yet.”
    “I’m always going to be Landry’s slave. He might overrule this.”
    “I don’t care. He won’t overrule me.”
    “Technically, you’d have to be Landry’s slave, too. Unless he says otherwise.”
    That was something she couldn’t do. In his slave mode, Cris showed a level of dedication and devotion she’d once thought she had given.
    His service to Landry paled in comparison to what hers had been to Cris in their days together.
    “Then just for while he’s gone, until we can talk to him. Please?” She had to lick her lips to wet them, even with the warm spray from the shower steaming up the place. “Please, Master.”
    He sucked in a sharp breath before pulling her up to his cock and sliding it between her lips.
    Both of them moaned, Tilly’s hands curling around the backs of his thighs as she held on.
    This would be no blowjob. This would be him fucking her mouth in a way he normally did not do, unless Landry ordered him to do it for his amusement.
    A way he used to do.
    “Redbird,” he whispered. “My sweet, beautiful Redbird. I’ve missed you so much, baby.”
    She closed her eyes, not wanting him to see her tears. Knowing he might mistake them for pain when, in fact, they were tears of happiness.
    Joy.
    Feeling like that open circuit in her soul was once more closed and complete.
     
    * * * *
     
    Cris didn’t know what to think, what to say. Rather than risk fucking things up, he opted to go with it, to let her guide him through what she wanted. Later, when he could talk with Landry, he’d find out if he’d crossed his Master’s line or not.
    He suspected not, because that kinky bastard he loved so much wanted nothing more than to see Tilly happy.
    And if finally being able to give herself to Cris again as his slave made her happy, Landry would likely order it done.
    His fingers tightened on her scalp as he slowly fucked her sweet mouth, the past and present melding and blending, his soul complete once more. Yes, it’d killed a part of him to let her go the first time.
    It had tortured him to see the results of her pain.
    Now, she’d regained most of the weight she’d lost after his departure and she no longer looked like a grotesque, hollow, shrunken skeleton. Her hair had also grown out, nearly its former length, and she’d quit coloring it the harsh red she’d used.
    The deep lines around her eyes, the hollows, had disappeared.
    She was once more, in appearance, at least, his beautiful Redbird.
    As if not a day had passed between them, not a minute’s absence.
    “Take it for me, baby,” he whispered, the old words coming naturally, easily.
    Freely.
    Words he didn’t feel right saying in front of Landry. Not when Landry owned him. Not that he thought Landry would be jealous, because he wouldn’t. But because Cris didn’t feel right staking an ownership claim on the woman his Master was married to, no matter how much he also loved her.
    He thought about pulling out, but knew the way he felt this morning she’d quickly get him up a second time. So when he went deeper, harder, faster, she was ready for him. His balls drew up tight against his body and she swallowed him whole, softly moaning as his cum shot down her waiting and eager throat.
    Pressing her face against his body, he didn’t pull his cock from her mouth. It softened, not quite all the way.
    She noticed.
    Before long, her tongue and mouth were once again sucking on it, licking it, trying to get him hard again.
    “Such a good girl,” he said, hoping she couldn’t feel the way his body trembled. “ My good girl.”
    She moaned.
    He knew that moan. The happy, contented one.
    The one he often heard in his sleep, in his memories.
    The moan that could still instantly harden his cock—even if he’d just come—like it was now.
    He pulled her to her feet and turned her, back against the wall, lifting her, impaling her on his cock. She