Page 5 of Boo-ty Calls

Five

Sloane

Archer pisses me off. He knows better than this.

I glare at him as Mason’s girthy cock fills me and I can’t handle the pleasure coursing through me.

“Can I cum again, sir?”

His fingers tighten on my skin. “Not yet, hold it for me.”

Ecstasy shoots through my body, and I ache to touch my clit. I’ve had several orgasms, but I need more, and my eyes roll back in my head.

Mason pulls out of me suddenly, and his fingers slide inside, fucking me while he rubs me with his other. I’m not going to last, and an overwhelming feeling covers me.

I look at Archer, but he’s not even watching. “Look at me, watch him make me cum.”

“Do you need a better look?” Mason asks breathlessly as he continues to play me like a fiddle.

Archer looks back at us, his gaze moving from my face to what Mason is doing.

“Now, baby.” Mason continues to play until everything inside of me snaps, and I let it all go. I squirt all over the place as he pleasures me further, and I can’t relax from one orgasm before I’m falling off the edge into another.

My body continues coming as he rubs me, and I fall forward on the pillows. “I’m sorry,” I tell Mason.

“Such a good fucking girl, soaking everything. My perfect little water park.”

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 as he 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.

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 and watch.”

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.