Page 49 of Archer

He groaned. “Oh, you like this. I thought maybe you’d had enough, but maybe not. Can you make it to ten for Daddy?”

Focusing, I realized his fingers were drawing a pattern across my butt, over and over again. I counted. “Four more, Daddy?”

He hummed. “You should see what I see. The splashes of red across your pale skin.”

Since my ass never saw the sun, it excited me thinking about the contrast in color. Something I’d never have even thought of if Archer didn’t talk so passionately about what he loved about photography. “I… I want more.”

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

He delivered in quick succession. Overlapping other spots. My breathing became more labored, and my cock got harder, excited by the touch, but also anticipating the end. Or maybe it was the reverse. I couldn’t even keep it straight at this point. All I knew was I liked it.

Archer gripped my hips, dragging me backward, but leaving my upper chest and head supported by the couch. Then I felt his lips pressing where my skin burned from his touch, and his arm snaked from behind as he wrapped his hand around my dick. “Fuck yeah!” I cried out, lost to a sea of sensations. Using my precum as lube, he slid his hand up and down my shaft, fast and furious, while skimming my ass slowly with his lips. The juxtaposition threw me over the edge, and my orgasm ripped out me.

Archer growled behind me. “Stay right there.” I heard him unzip his pants, then his heavy breathing as his hand stroked against his cock. I craned my neck around to find his gaze trained on his handiwork on my ass and his face pink with desire. I’d done that for him. I wiggled my butt teasingly. He moaned. “Fuck.” It wasn’t long before he came hard, splashing cum onto my ass.

“I’ll be right back, sweet boy,” he said after catching his breath. He strode into the kitchen, and I heard running water. He returned with a wet hand towel, completely naked, and cleaned off my backside before picking me up and dropping down onto the couch with me on his lap. Then he carefully wiped up the cum from my stomach and my dick. “You were such a good boy for me.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He tossed the towel to the ground, then tugged my shirt up and off before wrapping me in his arms so we were skin to skin. “Did you enjoy that?”

Was he kidding? He’d given me an experience unlike any I’d ever had. “Is it terrible if I admit I did?”

He kissed the side of my head. “No. Since I did, too. That doesn't mean I want you to purposefully go looking for trouble to get a spanking, though.”

“I…” A huge yawn cut me off. “Sorry.”

“You’ve had a long day. I’ll put some cream on your cute little butt, and you can curl up on the couch and take a nap.”

“I still have to go back for two classes tonight.” For the first time since I became a yoga instructor, I regretted that I had to work tonight. It had been a long day, and I wanted nothing more than to stay curled up on the couch with Archer and watch a movie. “I think I’m going to hire someone else to run some of my classes.”

“Oh yeah?”

It had been a random statement based on my own reluctance to get back up, but I heard the relief in Archer’s tone. I knew he worried about me working too much, but I had him to consider now, too. Most of his appointments were during the day, and my schedule was split up all over the place in an attempt to accommodate the different times students could make it to classes.

This was a new relationship, and I was here for it. It wasn’t fair for us to work everything around my schedule. Plus, now that I didn’t owe Aziza the huge lump sum I’d created in my mind, I could afford to pay another employee.

“I think so. It would be nice not having to be at the studio every day. I even have someone I want to approach about it. I’ve told you about her before. Remember Janelle?”

“The young lady who said all the nice things about you?”

A pleased smile tickled the corner of my lips. “That’s not why I want to ask her if she’d like to come on, but that was pretty awesome.”

“You deserve it.”

He didn’t actually know that since I still hadn’t gotten him to take a class, but I appreciated how much he believed in me. “Okay, I’ll talk to her the next time she comes in for a class.” I let out another jaw-cracking yawn.

“Why don't you take a little nap, sweet boy? I’ll fix you a light snack you can eat before you go, and then we’ll make dinner when you come home. Sound good?”

“It sounds like you’re going to spoil me,” I said teasingly.

He huffed. “It seems like that will be the case.”

I lifted my head and met his gaze. “Do you regret it? Me?” He never treated me like I was too much, but it never hurt to ask.

“Not even a little bit. Although, I might while I’m trying to find room for everything you brought over.”

He winked so I knew he was teasing, but it made me think about my brother. “You might change your mind after I introduce you to my family. My brother was a little concerned that he hadn’t met you yet, and I told him you wanted to meet them, so…”