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wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as his fingers dug into her ass and he fucked her like he owned her.
    Like he still owned her.
    Hoping he wasn’t about to fuck up whatever this was, he switched to French, to the old triggers. “ Come for me, baby. Give it to me. ”
    He winced as her nails dug into his shoulders, the good kind of pain as she cried out and he swallowed them with his mouth pressed against hers.
    This felt so good, so right. So familiar, and yet it’d been so damn long since they’d been just them, Owner and owned, Master and slave.
    His and his alone.
    He talked her through two more orgasms before finally letting go and coming a second time himself, his cock deeply buried inside her pussy.
    For a long, nervous moment, neither of them moved. Cris didn’t dare breathe, afraid maybe he’d crossed a line and had undone the years of work Landry had created to bridge that gap between Cris and Tilly.
    Then she nuzzled the base of his throat, nipping him there. “Thank You, Sir,” she whispered.
    He felt like crying. The good kind of tears.
    Instead, he closed his eyes and rested his chin on the top of her head. “You’re very welcome, my dear, sweet Redbird. My good girl.”
    She shivered.
     
    * * * *
     
    Cris called in to the office that morning and told them he was working from home. If they needed him, they could call or e-mail him. It wasn’t uncommon for him or Landry to not go in if there weren’t any meetings on the calendar.
    They cooked breakfast together, equals, Tilly still not quite sure what had come over her, and yet not wanting to slide back into bitch mode, either.
    Not that she’d been truly bitchy to Cris in a long, long time, but she made the distinction in her own mind. Bitch mode, or pet mode.
    She was definitely more on the pet end of the scale right now and not entirely sure how she felt about it.
    After breakfast, they stood in the kitchen to talk. Landry would be calling any minute after his arrival in LA.
    This wasn’t something Tilly wanted to toss at Landry while he was out of town. It was something she wanted to sit down and discuss in person, all three of them.
    And it didn’t change a thing about how she felt for Landry, either.
    Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she’d ever return to a place of trust where she would be able to give herself to Cris.
    Never.
    “I don’t know,” she said, “if I can do this outside of the bedroom yet. Or, if ever. I’m not even sure I can do it in front of him.”
    She knew she didn’t need to clarify who she was referring to.
    “I understand,” he said.
    “Good. Could you explain it to me?” She turned and leaned against the counter.
    It took him a couple of moments to compose his thoughts. “Because you’re now entrenched in a kind of dynamic with Lan,” he said. “The way I’m entrenched in a dynamic with him. Even for all the years I was with you, it took me no time at all to step back into slave mode with him. But as much as I’ve missed being your Master, it feels weird trying to step into that with him right there with me. Being with you in bed is one thing. Talking to you, treating you as my slave is another.”
    “Yeah,” she said. “Exactly.” She studied her fingernails for a moment. “I kind of feel like I just went from emotional security to limbo again.”
    “Til, I’m sor—”
    She waved down his objection. “I didn’t mean like that. Or because of what we did. In some ways, I can understand John and Abbey a little better now. How they can switch. I wish I could develop that. The way you can switch between modes.”
    He gave her that handsome smirk she’d never forgotten in their time apart. “You are a switch.”
    “It’s different for them, though. It’s like they can move back and forth between the modes at will. I…can’t. And I don’t want Landry thinking I’m sick of him and wanting you to the exclusion of him, because that’s not true,