Page 8 of Boo-ty Calls
“About the same,” I say and shrug.
I’m way too fucking awkward for this small talk. How I manage to keep a relationship going is beyond me.
“Is he taking part tonight?”
I glance into his dark brown gaze. “Not as much as usual. He’s having an off day, but didn’t want to cancel. I’ll take everything, though.”
“Yeah, have you been a good girl?”
I blow out a breath and roll my eyes. “Of course. I’m always good.”
“Sloane, you’re capable of being a domme and a brat, being the goodest girl is a little out of your reach, eh?”
Crossing my arms, I huff and pout, knowing he’ll be calculating every spanking in his head. “Rude, I’m so fucking good.”
Mason doesn’t continue talking, instead, he moves off the stool and around the island to press me against the cold steel of the fridge.
“You’re gonna show me how good you are."
Four
Archer
Sloane's giggles carry up the stairs to our bedroom, and Mason fills the void of a dominant man that I can’t.
I’ve fixed the room, and as I hear their footsteps, I sit in the chair across from the bed. Anticipation fills me, and I rub my clammy hands on my soft joggers.
Mason’s large frame fills the doorway with Sloane over his shoulder, the globes of her ass visible under the lace of the baby doll as she kicks her stocking-covered legs.
He drops her on the bed and struts across the room to look at the toy selection tonight.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Sloane. You rolled your eyes at least three times down there.” His hand hovers over the toys, but swiftly he moves to our trunk of toys and takes out the medium-sized paddle.
“Keep your dick in your pants for now. Watch me, not him. You didn’t want to play tonight, so you only get to do what I tell you.” Sloane points at me.
“Yes, Goddess.” I grip the arms of the chair and lean forward.
Mason throws the paddle onto the bed and flips her onto her stomach. Undoing the buttons of his shirt, he raises the bottom of the lace and grabs the handle before laying down quick slaps to her pert ass.
Her moans fill the area, and he only grins. “You aren’t supposed to enjoy it.”
“Oh… no, please stop. I hate this,” Sloane whimpers.
She’s lying, sarcasm leaks out of her. It’s so fucking hot to see her turn into the submissive he needs her to be.
Mason puts the paddle back and undoes his jeans before he shoves his fingers between her legs. “Fucking soaked, but you’re a good girl. Get on your knees.”
Sloane is quick to get off the bed and kneel in front of him. They’re closer to me, and my cock aches with desire.
I should have remembered to put on the cock ring and know the high stakes of punishment if I get off without her permission.
She looks so fucking hot with her knees spread, hands on them, waiting for instruction as she looks at him with adoration.
He unzips his jeans and pulls off his shirt. Mason is jacked and covered in a layer of chest hair that makes him insanely hot.
“Please,” Sloane begs.
Mason’s deep chuckle fills the room as he pulls out his large cock.
