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“Ouch.”
“Teach you for getting all worked up.”
He took my hand and led me into the kitchen, and I pleased him by walking heel for him without being coached.
“You’re good at taking instruction.”
“The sooner to get this thing off?”
“Not a chance,” he growled, giving me a wink. I sat on the stool, which was not very comfortable with the chastity belt, but I managed, and he served me a little more of the food we had for supper.
Supper. I was easily calling it that now.
My hair was still dripping on my shoulders, but I ate more food with gusto, and drank three tall glasses of water besides. We lay on the couch together, watching some stupid movie, one that I paid little attention to, being Noah had me lying back on him, and his arms lay over me so he could play with my nipples.
It was pure torture, the line between soft pain and pleasure, the inability to get an erection, the soreness of the scene that day. It was all settling into me during that movie. I’ll never remember the name of it, barely saw ten minutes of the entire thing, but I’ll never forget it.
I was taken into the bedroom after, and Noah kissed me the second we got into the room, holding my face, kissing slow, kissing deep, and I held onto his slim waist, feeling the muscles moving, feelinghim.
It felt like my dick was banging against its cage, like those movies where you see inmates running a cup along the bars for the guard’s attention. It wanted out, wanted to be free, but I wasn’t free. I was owned. I was claimed. And so, though I hated the cage for the pain it caused me, I loved it for that reason and the fact that my dick was owned too, and not by me any longer.
He spent nearly half an hour eating my ass, which was a challenge for him, being the circle for the plug was in the way for part of it, but my man loved a challenge. He used his tongue, lips, fingers, and he made me crazy with desire.
I felt wet, felt dirty laying, face down on the bed. A man eating my ass, getting me ready so he could fuck me, and all the while my dick was in a cage, unable to physically show the arousal I felt.
That was new for me, too. I was heated right through, in need, panting, sweating, writhing, but I felt all that without my cock sticking straight up beneath me. It was swollen as much as it could get, of course, which caused quite a bit of pain, but despite being unable to fully erect, I was no less aroused.
I was beginning to love the thing. Especially when I thought of it like that, that he’d caged my dick for a reason. Oh, there were kinky reasons for it too, but for Noah, nothing was that easy.
He’d caged my dick to make it his. The control was less about the kink and more about showing me he wanted me. I was claimed for the same reason, for him to show me I was wanted in his life, in his home.
When he crawled off me, he moved me over to my back and stared down at me, letting his eyes moved slowly from my face, down my chest, stomach, and finally the cage.
“Beautiful and mine.”
I wanted to tell him so much, but it wouldn’t come out. My throat was constricted again with emotion, and I could only spread my legs for him, inviting him to take me. He smiled as he watched that, my legs lifting, spreading, knees bent so I could hold the backs and be open for him.
“Well, here I thought you’d be ready for this to be over.”
“Never. My dick doesn’t need to be hard for me to be turned on by you.”
He moved over me after getting on a condom, and when he entered me, he did so with his eyes locked with mine.
I stared without blinking, watching them darken, watching his lust come over him. His mouth was on mine when his eyes finally closed, and I let myself be taken away on that kiss with the cock sliding inside me, filling me.
We didn’t fuck that night. As kinky as we could be at times, when we were alone in that bed, even if I was tied down to it, it was lovemaking. He circled his hips, grinding with me, holding the back of my head with one hand, the other solidly on my chest, above my heart.
To me, though maybe I was waxing poetic in my mind, he was claiming my body, sure, but also my heart and my mind in that gesture. And he owned them all, along with my soul, if I still, or ever, had one.
He sped his hips, kissing me aggressively, moving his mouth to my neck to mark me again, to bite me. I scratched my nails down his back, moaned loudly, wishing I could scream, but the moment didn’t call for that.
I didn’t want to scream. I wanted to shout to the world, to shout to him, but I couldn’t form words or make noises above a whisper, as my body was contracted, so like when he had that plug in me, shooting me with the electricity so my body tightened.
I held him tightly while he came, feeling his body doing the same. He was one block of tension for that few seconds, so hard that I felt he could break in two if I held him any tighter. Then he was off me, out of me, taking the condom from his dick with shaking hands.
“Jesus, that was fucking amazing.”
I turned to lie on his shoulder, having that arm around me like I loved. “I liked it too, surprisingly.”
