followed the link. His login was the same as for everything else he uses, per my instructions.
“Imagine my surprise when I found pictures of him with a woman. I knew slave was bisexual
when we first met. That wasn’t shocking. What shocked me was the time-date stamp on the pictures.
Taken during the years we were apart, the last several taken mere weeks before he returned to me.
“When he returned home from work that night, I asked him about the pictures out of curiosity. I wasn’t particularly concerned about them because he had returned to me. As I said, none of the pictures were recent. I assumed a break-up and more perfect timing on the part of Fate to reunite us. Imagine my shock when he refused to talk about her.”
He stood, circled the couch, then walked to the sliding glass doors where he stood, staring out them. “The first time in our relationship he ever balked at one of my commands—besides when he left me, of course. I ordered him to tell me about her and he finally did.” His voice softened. “Confessed what he’d done.”
Tilly’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t want to hear this. She did not want to hear this!
“Do you know what he did, Mistress Cardinal?” Landry softly asked.
Her voice escaping her, she shook her head.
He faced her. “I will be the first to admit I made mistakes. But in the years we lived apart, I learned from them. I changed, matured. Even while slave and I were together the first time my priority was him, even if I screwed it up in the end. I took very seriously my role as his Master, protector, Owner. I never abandoned him. I never capriciously threatened to throw him out. I gave him the choice to leave when I issued my ultimatum about me wanting to see others outside our relationship. Even then, I did not let him leave without support. I made sure he was cared for, could take care of himself.
Gave him money so he could build his life without me. Treated him equitably.”
Her gaze fell upon slave, who still crouched on the floor behind her coffee table. His brown hair. The tattoo she’d seen on his ass at the club the other night.
No!
“When I asked him why he returned to me,” Landry continued, “he told me he wanted to take
care of me, didn’t want me to be alone. Still loved me. Yes, we thought there was a better than good chance I might die, but he took it upon himself to leave another to come back to me. He lied to me when he told me he was single. Well, not technically lied, because I lay unconscious in the ICU for nearly two weeks and he’d been there most of that time. Except when he made a trip back home to take care of business. So when he told me he was single it was mostly true because by then he’d severed ties with her.”
She stood. “I don’t want to hear this.” She heard the tremor in her voice.
“You have to. I want slave to face the consequences of his actions.”
“No, really. I don’t want to hear any more.”
Undeterred, he continued. “I told him he had no right to make the decision for myself or the one he left. To not tell either about the other. His rationale, while well-intentioned, was of course seriously flawed. He thought he knew what was best, just as I thought I knew what was best all those years ago when I insisted on a lifestyle he couldn’t live with.”
She shook her head. “We’re done here, Mr. LaCroux. I’ve changed my mind, and I’m not going
to do this. I want you both to leave. Right now.” She didn’t want to see slave’s face. If she never saw his face, it meant it didn’t happen. With trembling fingers, she dug the envelope out of her back pocket and tossed it on the coffee table. “I don’t want your money. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.”
“Please,” he said. “I need to make amends.”
She angrily jabbed a finger at him. “I don’t know what kind of mindfuck you’re into, but I’m
not playing into it!”
He stepped forward, until he stood in front of her.
“Imagine my surprise when I found pictures of him with a woman. I knew slave was bisexual
when we first met. That wasn’t shocking. What shocked me was the time-date stamp on the pictures.
Taken during the years we were apart, the last several taken mere weeks before he returned to me.
“When he returned home from work that night, I asked him about the pictures out of curiosity. I wasn’t particularly concerned about them because he had returned to me. As I said, none of the pictures were recent. I assumed a break-up and more perfect timing on the part of Fate to reunite us. Imagine my shock when he refused to talk about her.”
He stood, circled the couch, then walked to the sliding glass doors where he stood, staring out them. “The first time in our relationship he ever balked at one of my commands—besides when he left me, of course. I ordered him to tell me about her and he finally did.” His voice softened. “Confessed what he’d done.”
Tilly’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t want to hear this. She did not want to hear this!
“Do you know what he did, Mistress Cardinal?” Landry softly asked.
Her voice escaping her, she shook her head.
He faced her. “I will be the first to admit I made mistakes. But in the years we lived apart, I learned from them. I changed, matured. Even while slave and I were together the first time my priority was him, even if I screwed it up in the end. I took very seriously my role as his Master, protector, Owner. I never abandoned him. I never capriciously threatened to throw him out. I gave him the choice to leave when I issued my ultimatum about me wanting to see others outside our relationship. Even then, I did not let him leave without support. I made sure he was cared for, could take care of himself.
Gave him money so he could build his life without me. Treated him equitably.”
Her gaze fell upon slave, who still crouched on the floor behind her coffee table. His brown hair. The tattoo she’d seen on his ass at the club the other night.
No!
“When I asked him why he returned to me,” Landry continued, “he told me he wanted to take
care of me, didn’t want me to be alone. Still loved me. Yes, we thought there was a better than good chance I might die, but he took it upon himself to leave another to come back to me. He lied to me when he told me he was single. Well, not technically lied, because I lay unconscious in the ICU for nearly two weeks and he’d been there most of that time. Except when he made a trip back home to take care of business. So when he told me he was single it was mostly true because by then he’d severed ties with her.”
She stood. “I don’t want to hear this.” She heard the tremor in her voice.
“You have to. I want slave to face the consequences of his actions.”
“No, really. I don’t want to hear any more.”
Undeterred, he continued. “I told him he had no right to make the decision for myself or the one he left. To not tell either about the other. His rationale, while well-intentioned, was of course seriously flawed. He thought he knew what was best, just as I thought I knew what was best all those years ago when I insisted on a lifestyle he couldn’t live with.”
She shook her head. “We’re done here, Mr. LaCroux. I’ve changed my mind, and I’m not going
to do this. I want you both to leave. Right now.” She didn’t want to see slave’s face. If she never saw his face, it meant it didn’t happen. With trembling fingers, she dug the envelope out of her back pocket and tossed it on the coffee table. “I don’t want your money. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.”
“Please,” he said. “I need to make amends.”
She angrily jabbed a finger at him. “I don’t know what kind of mindfuck you’re into, but I’m
not playing into it!”
He stepped forward, until he stood in front of her.
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