Mavi
Sai wakes up before me the next morning which isn’t surprising since I watched him for way too long after he fell asleep. I even pulled off the collar so he could better angle his head against my chest, the heavy warm puffs of air against my collarbone doing something funny to my thoughts.
I slowly blink my eyes open, trying not to laugh as Sai stares down at his cock, the Alpha completely hard with the kind ofdesperate, full-body arousal that builds from days of proximity, from scent-bonding, from the biological reality of an Alpha whose body has decided that this Omega is his. I’m surprised it’s taken this long for his body to react, just like mine did a few days ago.
He reaches down, quietly, checking my face before wrapping a hand around himself and starting to thrust into his fist. Unable to help himself, his hips lift off the bed, a broken ‘doll’ falling from his lips.
I keep my breathing even, my face soft, my body still. I let him think I am asleep because I want to see this. I want to see the moment he gives in to the need I have been building in him for days.
His hand moves with careful restraint, thumb sweeping over the head on every upstroke, collecting the steady leak of pre-cum. His breathing grows heavier. His hips twitch forward into his fist. The fantasy is clear on his face. My hands. My mouth. The way my voice drops when I say “good boy.”
“Did I say you could do that?”
Sai’s hand freezes, his gaze flying to my face. “I — I didn’t — “
Sai’s voice is a wreck. His hand is still on himself, the shame instant and total and somehow the arousal gets worse because I’m looking at him and Sai’s body does not know the difference between fear and desire anymore.
I sit up slowly, the sheet falling to my waist. “That’s mine.” My voice drops an octave. “No one gets to touch what belongs to me. Not even you.”
Sai’s hand pulls away like the skin is on fire. He is trembling hard, ashamed, turned on past the point of rational thought. I reach over to the nightstand, open the drawer, and take something out. Just the thought of him touching himself without me, pisses me off.
I hold up the small metal contraption between us and Sai looks at it and his breathing stops.
I turn the cock cage over in my fingers, letting the morning light catch on the smooth curves and the tiny lock. The ring will sit snug behind his balls and the cage will enclose his cock completely, preventing any real erection, any real relief. The key hidden in the drawer on a necklace will be the only way out.
Sai’s eyes widen as his cock twitches visibly in the air between us. The shame on his face mixes with something darker, something that makes his scent spike with pure need. Giving him another moment to study it, I then crawl closer, straddling his thighs, and rest the cool metal against the base of his cock. Sai sucks in a sharp breath at the contact.
“You were touching what belongs to me,” I say softly. “So now I’m going to take care of it. Keep it safe. Keep it mine. Until I decide you have earned the right to use it again.” Which will probably be tonight becauseIneed his cock.
Sai’s hands fist the sheets as hips twitch upward involuntarily, pressing his leaking cock against the metal. The sight makes heat pool low in my belly. I love how he looks right now. Desperate. Ashamed. Completely surrendered to whatever I choose to do with him.
I lean down and kiss him once, before I pull back and start fitting the cage. The ring slides behind his balls first, and then the cage itself closes over his cock, trapping the hard length inside the metal bars. Sai whimpers as the confinement settles, his cock straining against the bars, pre-cum already dripping through the slit at the tip.
The click of the lock fitting shut echoes between us. I drag the necklace from the drawer and place it around my neck, tapping it once before meeting Sai’s gaze. “There,” I murmur, running a finger along the metal adorning his length. “Now, it’s safe. Now,it’s mine. You don’t get to touch it. You don’t get to come. Not until I say so.”
I settle back against the headboard and pull him into my side, letting his caged cock rest against my thigh. I stroke his hair and press a kiss to his temple while he trembles against me. “Good boy,” I whisper. “Now stay still and let me hold what belongs to me.”
I’ve had this for days. I bought it, researched it, thought about when and how. I don’t do anything with the dynamic on impulse. The collar because Sai found it, the anklet because Sai needed it, and now the cage because Sai just demonstrated exactly why it’s necessary.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” I purr. “About what happens when I am not here. When the noise gets loud and you reach for something to make it stop. You reach for me through the videos, through the wall, through your own hand.”
I lightly run my fingers up to the base of the cage and then drag my fingers along the skin just above it, drawing a sharp gasp from him.
“This is me when I am not here. This is control that goes with you. When you are at a shoot and the noise starts. When the family calls and the spiral builds. When you are alone in your apartment at 2 a.m. and your hand wants to move. You will feel this and you will remember: that is not yours to touch. It is mine. I decide when. I decide how. I decide if. And the only relief you’re going to get is if I give it to you.”
I twist his chin before leaning down to take his lips, sighing into his mouth as he melts against me.
“You are so pretty like this,” I murmur. “All locked up for me. Hard and leaking and unable to do anything about it. This is what you need, isn’t it, pet? Someone to take the choice away even here.”
Sai nods frantically. “Yes. Please. It is yours.”
I kiss him, while my hand continues to trace the cage. Sai whimpers into the kiss, hips jerking forward, but the cage holds him back. The denial is perfect. The control is absolute.
I pull back just enough to look at him. “This stays on until I say otherwise. You do not touch. You do not come. You wear it and you remember who it belongs to. Every time the noise starts, every time your hand wants to move, you come to me.”
Sai’s breath catches, his cock throbbing visibly inside the cage, another bead of pre-cum dripping through the bars. The shame on his face mixes with overwhelming relief.
“Fuck me,” Sai whispers, voice filled with desperation. “Fuck me like this. I need you.”
