Page 27 of Little Bite of Bliss

I took a sip as Archer gathered all our plates and started doing dishes. I raised a brow as he started humming to himself. I’d never considered how wonderful it would be to have a house husband until this moment. After he’d grilled us steaks and made a delicious chopped salad and fresh focaccia, I was ready to pounce.

“I feel like you should be naked in an apron while doing this,” I chuckled.

He wiggled his naked butt at me. “We could make that happen. Collared, in an apron, naked and needy.”

“Naked and doing dishes, you mean.”

“Naked and pleasing you.”

“That’s the same thing.”

Archer chuckled. “Really, I think you could take more advantage of me.” He glanced over his shoulder, his smirk sending butterflies through me again. I got them almost every time he looked at me now, and then wondered how much longer we were supposed to wait before mating. “You could have me do your laundry and wash you in the bath and . . .”

“Be my footstool.”

“Yeah,” he said, his cheeks turning red. “You could have me do whatever you want, Mistress.”

There it was again. The air simmered between us as I drained my glass, and the scent of his heat hit me with full force.

“Archer,” I whispered. “Are you ever going to get sick of me?”

“No,” he said immediately. “Never.”

He said it with such conviction, and I . . . I believed him. I swallowed hard and stood up, rolling my shoulders. Archer blushed as I caged his body in my arms, my hands planting on the counter to either side of him. His breath caught and he dropped the sponge.

“Finish the dishes, little demon,” I whispered in his ear.

“Yes, Mistress,” he rasped, fumbling to pick it up.

I stayed just like that, allowing my tail to slip around his hip. I dragged the tip over his growing bulge, enjoying the way the dishes clattered together as he clumsily cleaned them.

“Hurry up,” I chided.

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.

I almost rolled my eyes at him, but only because he was so easy to tease. I grabbed the drying towel from my oven handle right as he finished the last one and put it in his hands. His cheeks were scarlet now as he dried them and placed them neatly to the side.

The moment he put the towel down, I wrapped one arm around him and threw him over my shoulder. He gasped as he draped over me, his muscles going limp. I smirked. I loved the way he let me throw him around like this. That made me wet. His complete trust and submission.

I carried him to my bedroom and went to my armoire, opening it up and letting out a hum as he dangled over me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my shoulder, the scent of his pre-cum making my mouth water.

So many options for how to fuck my little slut. Archer let out a low whimper, and I knew the anticipation was killing him. But I took my time as I picked out a collar and a leash, eyeing my strap-on. I definitely wanted to fuck him again, but we’d start with the collar and see where we went from there.

I finally put him down on his knees, tipping his chin up. Archer stared up at me as if I were the center of his universe, and I reveled in feeling like I truly was.

“Stay just like that,” I whispered.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes were dark, almost completely black, his pupils swallowing up his irises. He dragged the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip as I held up the collar. “I want it.”

“I know you do.”

I put the leather collar around his neck, buckling it slowly. He continued to look up at me with pure adoration in his eyes, his scent begging me for touch. I couldn’t help but steal a kiss before stepping back. I picked up the leash I had and attached it to the collar, giving him a tug.

He fell forward a little, his cock bobbing as he landed on all fours.

“Mistress,” he whined.

“What?” I asked. “Don’t tell me you’re already so needy. Just how pathetic are you?”