Archer actually had silk sheets. And she was tangled in them as she came back to the world. She didn't get to see much of his home as they stumbled in the dark to his bed. They had spent the night there not fucking but taking care of each other. He was acting like he was okay but she could still see the pain in his eyes. So, she donned one of his t-shirts and held him close until they fell asleep. No grand tour of anything.
But if the rest of the apartment was as good as his bed, then hot damn. The damn thing was fucking massive. She would have to try her best to ruin it someday. The silk sheets were extra but kept them cool as they cuddled and his blankets were divinely soft. In the morning light all it needed to be perfect was Archer.
She didn't know when he had snuck off while she had been out. Her body was a mess of aches and dried blood. It needed to recharge so she slept like a brick. But his presence had been missed the second she woke up. She gingerly got to her feet, not trusting her legs. She was determined to hunt him down.
His bedroom had that sleek modern look with too much black that was almost cliché in how evil it seemed. Where were the colors? The life? It was huge though. He even had a reading chair, fancy asshole. And as she peaked behind the blinds the view was stunning. They were in a penthouse, towering over the city. It was such a perfect view she could get lost in it. But she had a job to do.
She tip toed to what she thought was the bedroom door in her fuzzy memory. Peeking out she was greeted by another black modern room, much to her disgust. If they ever moved in together, she was going to be in charge of décor. Master/submissive dynamic be damned. But something else got her attention. The sound and smells of cooking. A clue to his location.
She followed her nose, finding a kitchen with an island that look like a cracked open crystal. Deep purple stone shined in the light, sparkling across the room. And Archer was there. His back was to her and she took a moment to admire the muscles on show. But mischief was stronger than lust this morning. She began to stalk, to surprise him with a kiss attack. The distance was closing, almost there...
"I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed." He said calmly not evening turning around. Her ears and tail slumped, her plan ruined.
"And I was going to surprise you with a kiss attack." She fired back, trying to not pout too much. He just laughed, turning with a smile.
"Want me to pretend I didn't hear you?"
"Don't patronize me." She shot back, getting another laugh.
"Deal and I won't ask for the same. Want to sit at the island and eat?" She was about to agree but another idea crept in her mind. She was winning this morning.
She walked over and pulled him away from the stove. Just enough so he could still cook but with a gap. He didn't speak, just let her do her own thing with a curious look. She dropped to her knees and squeezed into the small space, her plans clear now.
"What are you doing?" He asked as if he didn't know.
"Testing your abilities as a chef and checking off a fantasy."
"And if I get grease on you?"
"I like pain." She tuned him out then, admiring how his bulged looked in his grey sweatpants. She was sure he knew the effect they had, Archer always had to have the edge. She tugged at them and he was nice enough to open his legs to help. They fell down and his lovely package sprung out.
She wasted no time. She took his cock down her throat as she cupped his balls. He let out a moan before she even started to lick. When she finally did there was a whole collection of them. She took his length down, purposefully letting her canine scratch along the shaft. Then back out, this time her tongue traveling along it. Once more she took it out, pumping it with her hand.
Her mouth went to his balls taking them in one breath. How she had come to love playing with balls. With each suck and lick she could feel all of him. His muscles tensing and relaxing. Feel his whimpers as she showed no mercy. She wasn't up for dominating him again but this filled the small itch that she had developed. She controlled him from here. But this was for him so with a pop she released them and returned to his cock.
She decided to speed things up. Not wanting him to stop because of burnt food or needing an ingredient. She had learned ways to keep him going or finish him and she set to work. She brushed against his tip while her other hand helped with the base. All while massaging his saliva-soaked balls. He had trained her too well. He didn't stand a chance. In minutes she was enjoying a delicious breakfast of his cum.
After he settled down, he leaned down and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he gently pressed a kiss to her lips. She liked that he kissed her after. It was erotic and sweet. A perfect combo.
"I swear you used my sex drive against me." He teased in a low voice.
"Perhaps, but you like it." He just laughed and brought her to a counter to sit on. The stone top was cool against her bare ass but she didn't complain. And hopefully he wouldn't either with the mess she was sure to leave if he kept looking sexy as he cooked.
"Omelets, okay?" He asked though It seemed he had already started them. What would happen if she said no? He probably would start making whatever she wanted.
"I prefer my eggs fertilized but an omelet will do I suppose."
He gave her a side look. "You're a menace today."
"Aren't I always?"
