Page 2 of Boo-ty Calls
My skin feels like it’s on fire as the nerves tense my muscles, screaming I come on his face and fill his mouth with a squirt. Resting for a minute, I pull away from him, and Archer licks his lips, glancing at me.
“Good boy,” I say and pat his head. He nuzzles against my hand, and I glance towards his rock-hard cock tenting his pants.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“Not tonight. You know the rules. You came three days ago, and it’s not your day.” I slap his boner and roll over to lie down.
“I know. I’ll get your bath ready,” he says before jumping off the bed.
Lying against the comfort of the duvet, I sigh before eventually getting off the mattress to clean the toys. I’m boneless, but not as good as I’ll be this weekend.
Once I bring them to the bathroom, the tub is filled with warm water, and Archer takes the toy from my hand.
“Thank you,” I tell him and caress his cheek.
“I’ll be back in a minute to wash you,” he says and smiles before leaving the room.
Sinking into the hot water, I lay my head back on the porcelain and relax for a few minutes. Listening to his footsteps against the wooden hallway floor, Archer says nothing as he picks up the sponge.
I’m too touched out to deal with this. I pull it out of his hand, and the sad puppy-dog eyes come out.
“You did good. I’m overwhelmed or something.” I use the sponge and wash the day off.
“Need anything?” he asks.
I shake my head, and he leaves the room. Archer has been my man for years, and my good boy for almost as long.
We had a vanilla start to our relationship, but as we became more comfortable with each other, secrets spilled out, and together we’ve built the perfect bond. Archer always takes care of my needs, while I humiliate him and use my power over him to fuel my lust. I don’t know what I’d ever do without him. He’s everything to me.
Once I’ve turned pruney, I get out of the bath and towel off. Heading to the bedroom, the television plays a new series he’s wanted to watch, and my nightstand has my pills and water.
“Did you know the costumes they wear are made by someone local?” he asks me as I take my pills and get into bed.
“No, did you know you can keep someone’s tattoo after they die?” I glance over at him, and he juts his lips out and nods.
“Didn’t, but that’s fucking cool. Did you need to talk about anything?”
I fiddle with the duvet, and he reads me like a book. Scooching closer to him, I lay my head on his muscular chest, my favourite spot in the world when we’re out of scenes.
“Tomorrow night it’s up to you if you want to get off, or if you want to save it for Saturday.”
Archer strokes my shoulder, his arm comforting me. “Tomorrow.”
“You’re still good with this weekend?” I ask. We’ve been doing this for years, but insecurity pulls at me like a hangnail sometimes.
I trace my finger over his tattoos, his muscles tense under my fingertips, and I laugh.
“You kill me, woman. Of course, we’re good to go. I know the safe words, and we both know I can stop this anytime I want. Sloane, you look so fucking sexy under another man, I can never explain it.”
“I never want it to end. Sometimes I feel like I’m being selfish, but I remember you asked for this,” I tell him.
Archer pulls the white duvet over my shoulder and slinks into the bed further. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, I know I’m not enough for you, and I want to keep you happy forever.” He kisses the top of my head and turns off the lights.
“I love you.” I snuggle into his embrace as sleepiness claims me.
“I love you, Goddess.”
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