Page 12 of Boo-ty Calls
I know it wasn’t really Archer’s fault for coming in his pants, but if I let it go, he will be uncomfortable, and it’ll drive a wedge between us.
I get off a meeting call and delete things from my list for the day. Thinking back to the days when we first started, I’d let a lot of things go, but Archer needs the structure, punishments, and grounding him in a way I didn’t fully understand until we met Mason.
When he is dominating me, everything extra that floats around in my head falls into place. Life could be simpler if I walked away from this logically, but I’m a switch and crave the power Archer hands me.
Browsing websites, I find what I’m looking for and research the different sizes. We’ve never tried a cage before, but it fits the bill for what he did. Ordering a few things, I log off the computer as I hear the crunch of gravel through the window. I’ve put a roast in the crockpot to free up the late afternoon for us.
“Honey, I’m home,” Archer says proudly as he crosses the entryway.
Usually it would make me roll my eyes and giggle, but I only stare at him.
He loosens his tie, and his gaze drops to the floor. Archer's mouth opens to say something, but he shakes his head and goes upstairs instead.
Heading to the kitchen, I stir the potatoes and lower the heat on the crockpot. Archer’s hand curls around my hip, and I move out of the way. “Have you earned the ability to touch me?”
“No. Have you decided on my punishment?”
I turn to glance at him. He’s changed into shorts and a black tee that hugs his muscles. “Something like that. Dinner will be ready soon.”
Archer runs his hand through his hair. “Care to share?”
“No, it’s something you can anticipate. We both know you’re so good at self-control, right?” I roll my eyes and walk past him, running my fingertips over his cock.
A light groan escapes him, but he follows me to the living room. “Anything need done?”
“Nope, did it all today. Maid service isn’t needed.” Archer pouts. As much as I love him, he’s on my last fucking nerve.
I push the coffee table out of the way and sit on the couch. “Kneel,” I demand, and he does.
I lift my skirt, showing him the absence of panties. He raises his hand to caress me, and I kick him lightly. “No, you don’t get to touch me. Sit back on your heels andwatch.”
Propping my ankles on his shoulders, I spread open to show him how wet I am. Grabbing my phone, I flip through my favourite porn sites until I find a cuck video. Running my fingers through my wet folds, I circle my clit and arch against myself.
As the bull on the video throws the woman on the bed and slams into her, I rub my clit harder. The cuck sits on the end of the bed, his dick straining but he doesn’t touch it or spill in his pants. “See how good he’s being?”
Archer only nods and continues to stare between my legs. I scoot forward and spread wider as I thrust two fingers into my pussy while rubbing my clit.
“I’m so close,” I rasp.
“Goddess, let me.”
“No, you don’t deserve it. Watch me cum all over my fingers.”
Closing my eyes, I roll through my orgasm as the woman in the video does. I stay still for a minute before dropping my legs and removing my fingers.
I hold them in front of him, waiting for him to lick me clean, but he stays still. Swiping my tongue over them, I pat his head as I stand. “Good boy.”
He moves everything back to the living room, and I head to the kitchen to wash my hands before I start some vegetables, and Archer joins me. He unloads the dishwasher and pulls out plates for dinner.
“How was your day?”
“Busy, same old. How was traffic?” I ask him, and he shrugs.
“Tomorrow night, the punishment tools should be here.”
He grins and turns away to fill our plates. We eat while watching television, and he takes care of the dishes as I finish some emails. I love being a personal assistant for authors, but I’ve fallen behind on my reading.
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