Page 20 of Boo-ty Calls
We head down the stairs. She walks to the living room, and I swing by the kitchen to grab the snack tray and the gifts I have for her.
Flicking on the light, I stroll toward her and set it on the coffee table.
“Not the big light, you monster.”
“You’re a spicy little spitfire, and I love you.” I turn off the overhead light and click the lamp on.
She presses her lips together. “We’re both spicy. If we weren't, we'd never go so well together.”
“Like mismatched socks.”
Sloane grabs a ham roll and pops it in her mouth, and reaches for the cheese before looking at me. “If we were carbon copies of each other, I’d be concerned.”
“Fair. Here.” I hand her the black velvet-wrapped boxes and the dark red gift bag. She nudges the two large gift bags toward me with her foot.
Picking a few crackers, I stuff them in my mouth before opening the first bag. “Where did you find this? I’ve looked everywhere and have never been able to find it.” I hold the horror mask and stare at her in disbelief.
“If you spend enough time on the Internet, you can find anything. Is it the right one?” I stand to cross the room, and I don’t know how she always surprises me. “Sit,there’s more.”
Doing as she says, I look through the next bag. A new cock ring, sleeve, and some other toys. With a grin, I glance at her. “Thank you, Goddess.”
Sloane eats the pickles off the board before wiping her fingers. “I love you, Archer.”
“Always, I’ll worship you forever.”
She opens the boxes to the delicate bird skulls, and her gaze flies to my face. “How?”
“Took a lot to preserve, but otherwise was pretty easy, and they’d look amazing on your bookshelves.”
“I love them, thank you.” Sloane reaches into the bag and pulls out her favourite special editions. I’ve had them for almost nine months, waiting for this.
“And I love you,” I tell her.
She squeals before jumping and launching at me.
Sitting in my lap, she tells me all about the special editions. I couldn’t care less, but I’d listen to her talk about anything as long as she has this spark in her eyes.
“This is amazing. I forgot to write in your card.”
“I think yours is in my glove box. We’ll do it later. Let’s get ready to go, eh?”
Sloane kisses me and leaves the room with her books and skulls. I clean the room and put things away before waiting for her at the front door.
The tiled floor is cold under my knees. I should have thought about bringing her a blanket, but it didn’t cross my mind.
A pleather fabric lines the walls between dark wood, and the space we’re in differs from the one I viewed on my own.
There are two fresh holes, one for a cock to come through, or if I wanted, I suppose I could put mine in there, but Sloane would rip it off and cut me into pieces if I ever allowed my cock or fingers to touch another being.
The other fascinates me. It's a curved shelf that holds her tightly, and her legs go against the wall.
Only her pussy is on display for the other side, and after she tries it, she gets down quickly, and beckons me to her, where I strip her out of her clothing before folding it over the leather bench on the side.
“Baby, watch.” Once she crouches on the bench under the hole, it isn’t long before a dick pokes through the hole.
We decided on nicknames on the way over in case we knew anyone on the other side. “Such a good boy, kneeling for me. Do you love watching me handle this cock?” Her tone is sultry as she spits on the thick, veiny cock that comes through the hole.
“Of course, Goddess, I’m glad you’re happy.”
