I squeezed his cock hard.
“Gah!” He choked.
“You better think twice on that, Archie,” I told him, approaching irritated right quick. “I won’t tolerate you calling yourself a burden in any scenario, fictitious or not. Are we clear?”
“Y-yes, Master,” he groaned.
“Furthermore, if I tell you what I want—and you say, well, that makes me a burden, it sounds to me like you’re trying to make a decision that isn’t yours to make,” I continued. “As my slave, you’re not entitled to decide who’s a burden and who’s not. That’s my call.” I eased up on my grip slightly. “Now, you and I are demonstrating play with anal hooks in Mclean on Wednesday. Your response to my next question will decide whether I put lube on the hook or VapoRub.” I paused to let those words settle. “Archer McMasters, I can’t get enough of you, and I want you to move in with me so we can go all in with our TPE dynamic. I want you to give up your job so I can take care of you. If you’re not ready—and I fully understand it’s soon, and I also give no flying fucks—but if you’re not ready and you don’t want the same, I won’t push. I will respect your wishes and pace myself, no consequences whatsoever. But if we share the same desire, if we both want to throw caution to the wind…let it all go, baby. That’s an order.”
I heard his heavy breaths coming out through gritted teeth as I stroked him faster and pushed him toward climax. Let’s see if that affected his brain function.
“I want all that,” he whimpered. “More than anything. If you’re sure—because you have to know it’s soon, Master. What if—” He cut himself off with a curse and started panting. At the same time, I shifted the hook deeper into his ass. “Oh, screw it,” he moaned. “I don’t want the bloody control anyway. You think I want to sleep at my sister’s house just because it makes sense to others? I don’t. I want to be in your bed.”
“Now we’re talking.” I dipped down and nipped at his cheek. “You’re so close, sweetheart.” In more ways than one. I rubbed his pre-come over his cock, rolled his tight balls in my hand, and stroked him firmly. “Can you trust us to be responsible adults, then? Can you trust me to understand that if we live together, I’ll make concessions to ensure we don’t miss anything imperative as our relationship progresses?”
The way Archie and I connected made me believe in myself in a way I hadn’t when all I had to look back on were a series of shitty relationships and kinky arrangements. He was different—and he made me different as well. It was the retrospective longing all over again, as if I’d been unconsciously waiting for him to reappear in my life. Everything I’d done had been half-assed, from commitment to emotional attachments.
Not again. Not with Archie. Not with Sloan.
As Archie couldn’t hold back and started coming on the floorboards, I gave him the same words I’d given Sloan last night.
“Say yes to me, Archie. Say yes to going all in.”
He cried out, which he tried to muffle by smashing his lips together. But it didn’t stop him from nodding, something that forced the hook in and out a couple inches, and that robbed him of his self-control. He moaned loudly and chanted breathless little yesses until his orgasm had subsided.
He was the one who got off, yet I was the one who suddenly felt euphoric. He’d agreed. He wanted to stay.
I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and felt my mouth twist into a ridiculous smile. I wasn’t gonna ask for another fucking thing for a while. This was what I wanted, all of us under the same roof. I could relax. I could bask in this unbelievable fucking joy that swept through me.
Archie’s panting brought me back, and I hurriedly undid the collar and removed the spreader bar, leaving them on the table.
“You made my day—my fucking year.” I smacked a loud kiss to the top of his head and reached for the anal hook. “Push back for Master. You can relax your neck now.”
“Hunghh.” His head merely dropped, while the rest of his body heaved with each breath.
I withdrew the anal hook slowly, in a smooth motion, and my boy whimpered once the widest part was out. Then he collapsed on the floorboards, right next to the mess he’d made.
“You did very well, pet. Rest for a minute while I get you something to drink.” I stowed away the toys in the bag to have them cleaned later. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded sluggishly, a listless heap on the floor. “God, my ass feels good.”
I burst out a chuckle. “You’ll find no arguments from me. I’ll be right back, yeah? I’ll check on the food too.”