Page 22 of Little Bite of Bliss

Archer nodded as he listened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed nervously. “I am interested, honestly. But I do think it is wise to get to know each other better. That’s a lot of trust. Not that I don’t trust you, of course.”

“I know we trust each other, but it’s still just a seedling of trust. You do not offend me by saying that.”

“Good.” He exhaled as he started pulling out food from the picnic basket. “I like to serve. I like being used. It satisfies me on a deep level. It makes me feel fulfilled. I know that it’s not for everyone, and it would put pressure on you⁠—”

“It doesn’t put pressure on me,” I said. I kicked off my shoes and stepped onto the blanket, settling down as he put out the board of meats, cheeses, fruit, and crackers. “I am a Dom. I’ve always been one. It’s what I need in my life. But being a Dom means that I take care of you as much as you take care of me, and in order to do that, we must know each other.”

Archer nodded. “Agreed.”

Then he knelt down next to me, holding a bundle of grapes in his hands. I raised a brow at him. “Are you going to hand feed me, little demon?”

“If you wish, Mistress.”

I reached my hand around and grabbed his asscheek, tugging him a couple inches closer. I opened my mouth and he offered me a grape. The sweetness popped as I chewed and I sighed, realizing I really could do this all the time.

“Tell me about your hobbies while you feed me,” I demanded.

“You’ll laugh at me,” he said as he offered me another grape.

“Go on.”

He wrinkled his nose. “I like to crochet miniature kink equipment.”

That got my attention. My mouth dropped and I choked back a laugh. It wasn’t because it was funny, but just that it caught me off guard. “Crochet? Kink equipment?”

“And frogs.”

“. . . Frogs?”

“They’re my favorite animal,” he sighed. “I have a tiny shop online. It’s one of those hobbies I somehow just fell into, and now it’s like all I do in my spare time. With my job, I’m online all the time since it’s remote, so crocheting is something that gets me off screens and it’s creative.”

“I want to see them,” I said. “I want a crocheted frog. For my kitchen. But I want her holding a riding crop.”

Archer laughed as he offered me another grape. “A crossover, huh?”

“Absolutely,” I said. He kept laughing and as I finished my bite, I wanted his mouth on mine more than anything else in the entire world. “Kiss me.”

His eyes darkened with need and he immediately leaned over, kissing me nice and slow. His tongue slid against mine as I pushed my claws through his hair.

“Fuck,” he mumbled between kisses. “We’re not going to get very far in this conversation if you keep kissing me.”

I sighed and gave him a gentle shove away from me. He leaned back and put the grapes on the board, and my gaze dropped to the tent in his shorts.

“Already?” I hissed.

He blushed. “You’re too hot, it’s gonna happen. My cock is helpless to your wiles.”

“My wiles?” I burst out laughing and sat up as he poured us each a glass of fizzy champagne. “Darling, you haven’t seen my wiles yet.”

“Then I’m absolutely a goner.” I snickered as he handed the glass to me. Archer winked as he took a sip. “Okay, it’s your turn. What are your hobbies? What’s your favorite animal? What’s your favorite color? What’s your favorite position?”

“Archer,” I hissed as he giggled. I was having too much fun. I shook my head at him as I piled cheese onto a cracker, thinking about his questions. “Hobbies? I do a lot of things. I love reading. There’s a library in London I often pop into through a portal. There are two Cyclops who run it, and they have everything. Every few years, I find a new topic and dive into researching it until I learn everything about it. I love learning new things. I think I’ve had a thousand different hobbies at this point. Although, I can’t say I’ve ever crocheted frogs or kink equipment.”

He stuck his tongue out at me playfully. “I can show you how.”

“Mm-hmm. Maybe.”

“You can teach me how to fuck you how you like, and I can teach you how to crochet a riding crop.”