Page 11 of Boo-ty Calls
I preen under his praise, but my body is boneless and my head swims.
He rolls me onto my side and moves behind me, arching one of my legs over his hip as he slides into me, playing with my sensitive clit. He thrusts into me as his other hand circles my neck, and I groan.
“See how well I fill her? Can you do this?”
Archer says nothing and leans back in the chair, staring at where we’re connected.
“Come here,” I demand.
He does so well to listen, even if his pants are filled with cold semen. He kneels in front of us, as Mason fucks me and brushes his thumb over my clit, making me jerk.
“Cum for me, baby, grip my cock with your tight pussy as I fill you.” Mason kisses my shoulder.
With a few more strokes and him rubbing my clit, I clench his dick and pleasure explodes through my body. Mason fills me while grunting behind me. His grip loosens on me ashe slowly pulls out. I exhale and lie against his chest for a minute.
“You did so well, such a good girl tonight,” he murmurs against my skin.
“So much cum, you could never fill me this way.” I look at Archer, and his lust-hooded gaze meets mine. “You know what to do. Lick me clean.”
Mason slips out of me, bending above my head to feed me his dick, which I lick until he’s happy. He leans and kisses me deeply before brushing the hair out of my eyes.
“Until next time, stay exactly who you are.” Mason moves around in the background, picking up his clothes before he leaves and goes out the door.
Archer moves me onto my back and crawls between my legs. Lifting me slightly, he licks my thighs until reaching my pussy.
“You were terrible tonight, but I’ll think of your punishment for the next few days.”
I glance at Archer, and his lust filled eyes stare at me. He continues to lick me, sucking the come from within before swiping his tongue over my clit and kissing my skin.
“I’ll run the bath,” he says quietly.
I lie on the floor, regaining my senses. Exhaustion runs through me. Being both dominant and submissive is a lot to do, but it’s one of our favourite things.
I sit, but the room spins, and I know I need water. I struggle to stand, but nothing wants to work.
Strong arms lift me from the floor, and Archer places me into the bath before disappearing for a few minutes. “Drink.”He hands me a tall glass of ice-cold water, and when I’m done, he hands me a bottle.
“Thanks for always taking care of me. I’d never survive if you didn’t.” I grin at him dopily.
“I know, sorry about tonight. I don’t know what happened.” Archer switches my water with another before squeezing my body wash on the loofah and rubbing it over my shoulders.
“Did you wear the cock ring?”
He stops washing me and hands me the bar of soap before standing. “I forgot. I’m sorry. Gonna go clean the bedroom, I’ll be back with your jammies—don’t fall asleep.”
I set the water on the edge of the tub and wash my body while I wait for him. I've devised the perfect punishment, but I'll let him sweat it out for a few days. I pull the plug, rise out of the water as it drains, and grab a towel before getting out.
“How did you know I needed my hair up?” The move touched me. He’s always a step ahead when it comes to me.
Archer steps into the bathroom and hands me a long shirt of his. “Just knew you had this look, and if I didn’t fix it, the night would have been ruined.”
“I love you,” I tell him. Slipping on the shirt, I kiss his chin as I walk past into the bedroom.
Getting into a fresh bed, I snuggle against the pillows until he joins me.
“I love you, Goddess,” he says. Gathering me in his arms, we fall asleep together.
A few days pass, and life returns to normal. We go to work and have our nightly shows. I’ve been quiet, and it’s on purpose.
