“Of course.” I stepped away from him and returned the cheesecake to the fridge. “Innit funny? I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with two men I’ve never had a single date with. Y’all are nuts for putting your trust in me.”
“How fucking reassuring,” Sloan deadpanned.
I let out a laugh and started making my way out of the kitchen. “Goodnight, Sloan. It’s been nice kissing you. After fifteen years of wondering will we, won’t we…”
“Clown.”
“A clown you’ve offered to bottom for,” I called over my shoulder. “By the way, if you wake up before me tomorrow, let the dogs out.”
CHAPTER 12
This better work. I dropped the bag on the table on the porch, and it landed with a clank.
“What’s in there, Master? Horseshoes?”
I smirked. “No, a distraction,” I replied. “If Kyla insists on napping and Sloan’s not up yet, I need a fun activity.”
I couldn’t fucking believe Sloan wasn’t awake yet. It was almost noon. But considering how little sleep he usually got, I wasn’t going to disturb him.
“Well, you have fun with that, Sir,” Archie said. And that was funny. “I’m going to take advantage of the nice weather and browse for recipes.”
I smiled and unzipped the duffel. He was right; it was a gorgeous day. We’d been promised late-summer heat and sun all weekend. It was why I’d been served breakfast right here on the porch earlier, and why we hadn’t headed inside as I’d filled him in on everything that’d happened last night.
“Recipes can wait, pet. This activity includes you.”
“Oh?”
I positioned him in front of me and kissed his neck as I pulled out a few toys from the bag. “I think you know what this is.” With my arms under his, I held up the shiny metal hook, shaped like a large J, with a rounded curve, the hook, that would go deep into his tight little ass.
“Heh.” He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and chuckled a little nervously. “I suppose nothing says happy Saturday like an anal hook scene…?”
I smiled and kissed the soft spot below his ear. “You’re absolutely right, slave. Take off your clothes and get down on all fours for me. I’ll pay attention to the baby monitor.”
He squared his shoulders and nodded once. “Yes, Master. I don’t know how long this will take, but I have to check on lunch in about half an hour.”
Good to know—and I was fairly certain I wouldn’t forget. Every now and then, we were greeted by a waft of whatever kind of stew he had slow-cooking on the stove. It’d been there when I woke up. Something with tomatoes, beef, onions, and…I didn’t know what else.
“Half an hour, got it.” I sat down in a chair and turned it a little, wanting a good view of the front yard once my boy was stuffed. “You don’t mind Sloan seeing you this way if he were to wake up now, do you?”
“Not at all, Sir. I hope he likes me even though I’m not a Little.”
I had no doubt he would. “He’s more than a Daddy Dom, baby. He will adore you, I’m sure of it.” I was so fucking thankful for my boy. I’d made sure he knew I’d been honest with Sloan about how much Archie mattered to me. Partly because I couldn’t say it enough; partly because I didn’t want anyone to worry about my intentions and attachments. There’d be no going behind anyone’s back in our home. If they ever doubted their spot in my heart, I’d screwed up.
Once Archie was naked and looking so goddamn sexy on his hands and knees, I brought out a spreader bar and a thick steel collar from the bag too. And as I ran a hand up his smooth back, I decided to order a new set of shackles just for him. For some reason, I wanted to protect his skin from marks and blemishes. Shackles were supposed to be heavy and solid, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have them lined with something softer.
How was that for a Sadist? I didn’t want a single bruise on him.
“You’re beautiful.” I touched the curve of his ass and dipped my fingertips between the cheeks. He was such a good boy for me, always making sure he was ready for play. Perfectly smooth, perfectly lubed up. “I’d prefer it if you never got any tattoos or piercings, Archie. Does that work for you?”
“Absolutely, Master.”
“Good slave.” I patted his ass lightly, then grabbed the anal hook. “One day, I hope to collar you permanently, but you’re stunning without marks. Flawless.”
He sighed with bliss rolling off him. “Thank you, Owner.”
I could barely take my eyes off him long enough to give the hook an extra round with a disinfectant wipe, but considering the toy had been stashed in my closet for years, I figured it was a good idea. We were spoiled out in Mclean and had all the access to toys we needed.