Page 150 of The Beast Who Begged Me

A hot, possessive tide rises in my chest. “That’s a filthy idea,” I tell him. “But it wouldn’t be enough, anyway.”

Caligula’s eyebrow quirks. “No?”

“Nope. I’d want to put the cage on you, too. That way you have a second reminder. In case the first one slips your mind.”

He smirks. “What a shame we don’t have them anymore.” He turns back to the mirror to admire himself once more.

“Oh, but we do,” I say, coming up close behind him. I take his astonished face in my hand and lift it up to look his reflection in the eyes.

“You still have them?” he squeaks.

“Damn right I do.” I pause, watching him take that in, wondering if I’m pushing too far. “So we could live out this fantasy of yours. If you really want.”

I watch the flush mount his neck and climb all the way to his ears. His chin comes up with it. And in his Lorenzo Benedetti pants, I see evidence of his interest.

“Very well,” says Don Clemenza. “I’ll allow it.”

Christ. If I hadn’t already proposed, I’d be doing it now.

I get the steel box from the wardrobe and set it on the bed. The plug, the cage, the little key. Caligula looks from them to me, and I enjoy that expression for a second before I start getting him out of his clothes.

For once, I take the time to hang up the fucking suit. My own jacket goes over the chair.

The cage goes on him first, while he’s still soft enough to take it. It’s a close thing, and I have to work fast. When I’m done, I drop the key into my jacket pocket and pat it twice. “Safekeeping,” I tell him.

He wears the Clemenza ring. I carry the key to his cock.

Seems like a fair division of power to me.

I set the plug beside the lube on the nightstand, then open my pants and free myself. He watches every move, getting hard inside the cage.

I guide him toward the bed with a hand on the back of his neck. When we reach the edge, I press him over, a silent command he obeys instantly, bending until his head rests on his forearms, presenting that perfect ass to me like a prize. His legs are spread, and that twitchy little hole clenches hard as I spread his cheeks open.

“Watch,” I tell him. “In the mirror.”

He turns his head and our eyes meet in the reflection. I reach for the lube and I slick up my fingers, showing them to him in the glass before I press one against his tight knot.

“Imagine how this is going to feel, golden boy. Sitting there filled up with me while they’re all wondering what secrets you’re hiding.” I slide my finger in, slow and deep, watching his face contort in the mirror. “Let’s get you opened up for me.”

By the time I’m easing my cock into him, his hands are gripping the bedspread. I give him a moment to adjust, although the clock on the nightstand is doing its best to piss me off.

“We’ve gotta leave in fifteen,” I grunt. “And I want you nice and full when you walk in there.”

I draw back until just the head of my dick is still inside him, and I watch his ring expand. I love the way he looks stretched around me, the way that greedy hole tries to suck me back in. But I don’t have time to enjoy the view. I drive back in, burying myself balls-deep, making him grunt into the bedspread.

“That’s it,” I tell him, as I start to build up a rhythm. “Let me in.” His ass clenches around me as I work in him. I’m chasing a fast high. And God, he feels amazing. Hot and tight and all mine.

But there’s one thing I want from him before I’m done.

I reach around and take hold of the cage around his cock, giving it a shake, enjoying the noise it earns me. “Come on. I know you can dribble out your nut through this. You did it once already.” My thumb finds the slit of the cage, pressing against the head of his dick where it strains against the metal bars. “Let me have it.”

I release the cage to shift his hips up, find the angle, the one guaranteed to have him seeing stars. The bed frame’s starting to slam against the wall, but I don’t give a damn.

Because it’s working. I see it in the tension of his back, in the sweat gathering at the nape of his neck. His whole body’s shaking, straining with the effort. “Please,” he gasps out, his fingers digging into the bedspread. “Dami, please, I need⁠—”

“You need to give me what’s mine. Come on, golden boy. Let me have it.” I lean over again to wrap my hand around his caged cock. He goes rigid all over, and I feel him spilling out in my hand. It’s not the kind of orgasm he’s used to. There’s no powerful stream shooting out of him, just a slow, warm drizzle, leaking all over my fingers, the cage, the bedspread.

I slam one final time into him and cream deep in his ass, gasping for air. Once I’m done, I withdraw carefully and swap out my cock for the plug before he can lose a drop. He lets out a shuddering breath as it settles into place, sealing him up.