She lets out a weak groan, shifting her head to the side to look at me. Instead of the hate I expect, her eyes are filled with heated desire, brimming with the same dark obsession staining my own soul.
“Can you get up, angel?”
She bites her lip, nodding. Slowly, she pushes into a sitting position, holding her knees close to her chest as she stares with wide, innocent eyes.
“Get on your knees and turn around. I want to see that pretty wet pussy.”
Swallowing hard, Grace does as I ask, her muscles shuddering as she gets on all fours, baring herself to me. At the sight of her slick center, I groan, clutching the bars tight to keep me from falling apart.
“God, you’re so perfect.” I ache to reach in and touch her. “Who do you belong to, Grace?”
She lifts her head, glaring at me out of the corner of her eye. “No one.”
“Liar, liar.”
I unlock the main door, and Grace’s glare switches to one of fear as I swing the door open.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Don’t fucking move.” I reach out to grip her hip, holding her in place. “Stay just like that for me. I’ll give you a reward if you’re good.”
Grace stays frozen in place while I slip to the corner of the room, grabbing the length of rope from my duffel bag. I crouchat her back once more, reaching out and brushing her soft flesh with the tips of my fingers.
“Sit back for me,” I say, coaxing her into position. Once she’s sitting back on her heels, I lean forward into the cage, wrapping my arms around her body and tying her wrists together with my length of rope. As soon as she’s secure, I pull her arms up, hooking a piece of rope into the hook hanging from the ceiling of the cage.
“Seven…?”
“Almost done, angel.” I help her to move her legs in front of her body, and she hangs there in an awkward position, her heels pressing into the ground as she attempts to hold herself upright.
Before she can try to free herself, I grab her ankle, raising it above the level of her heart so she’s forced to hang dead weight from the cage ceiling. Pulling out more rope, I tie her ankle to a leather stirrup strapped to the corner of the cage. When she’s secure, I give the same treatment to the other, leaving her hanging and spread perfectly.
Grace’s chest bounces with the speed of her breath, her eyes wide and anxious as she realizes just how immobilized she is. The only way she’s getting down is if Ilether—and I have no desire to do that for a long, long time.
She yanks against the restraints, uncomfortable with being held off the ground. “Seven…”
“Shh. It’s okay, sweet girl.” She swallows hard, relaxing into my touch as I begin stroking up and down her spine. “That’s it. Just like that.”
I reach into my pocket and pull out a large yellow plug—larger than any of the others I’ve had Grace wear. I hold it out for her to view, and she looks down, her mouth falling open at the sight of the huge plug.
“I-I can’t fucking take that! Are you crazy?”
I chuckle darkly, watching her pupils blow. “You’ll be taking my cock here before long. You need to get used to it.”
I dip my fingers inside her, stroking her walls, covering them in her arousal before pulling out and brushing it over the head of the plug.
“What are you doin?—”
She cries out as I push the tapered head inside her pussy, keeping a tight grip on the base as I swirl it around, coating the toy fully with her arousal. “Shh. Just relax.”
As the plug fills her, Grace lets out a deep moan, her body shivering with pleasure—and we haven’t even begun. I yank it out with a wet pop, and Grace whimpers at the loss, pushing her hips back in an attempt to feel me.
“Needy little thing.” I massage her ass with my calloused palm, soothing her for what’s to come. Then, spreading her cheeks apart, I push the head of the plug against that puckered ring of muscle, easing it slowly inside.
Grace tenses, and I smack her ass hard.
“I told you to fucking relax.” I push the toy deeper inside, stretching her out.
“Wait! I can’t—” Grace’s head falls back with a moan as I slide my arm around her stomach, my fingertips brushing against her swollen clit.
