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“Stay still,” she commands.
With careful fingers, she takes my dick in her grasp and lowers the metal-wired device over it. She locks it into place and then eases back on her haunches to admire her work.
A cock cage.
The contraption fits so snugly on my dick, so rigidly, it pinches into me. It makes it downright impossible to come. If I do, it’ll be painful.
I stare in shock, still so thrown by what the fuck has happened, I’m unlike myself. I’ve never been at more of a disadvantage. More outmatched.
“Sorry. But it’s time you’re punished a little,” she says, finally meeting my eyes. “I don’t know if I can trust you. I needed a way to keep you in check until I do.”
I bare my gritted teeth like an animal. “You will fucking let me go, Lyra.”
“I can’t be sure. Not yet.”
“Let me go… or youwillbe sorry.”
She leans close and drops a soft kiss on my lips. “Be patient. I won’t be long.”
I’m torn between an unparalleled level of rage and shock as she hops off the bed and quickly begins to dress. She slides her crossbody purse over her shoulder and aims a pitying smile at me once at the door.
“Lyra! LYRA!”
The door slams shut behind her. The lock clicks into place.
Little lamb might not be such a lamb after all.
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I feel Like I’m Drowning - Two Feet
It takes minutes for reality to sink in. I have nothing but time laying handcuffed to the bed. The events of the last hour replay in my mind.
Foronce, I’ve been outplayed. Lyra invited me into her apartment. She seduced me,countingon the fact that I’d been deprived of her for days. The sight of her in that robe… in her bra and panties as it slipped away… she knew what she was doing.
The sex was explosive and engaging. She certainly put forth her best acting. She rode my cock like a professional, treated herself to an orgasm, and then flipped the situation on its head.
The glint in her eye was my clue. She had made up her mind what she was about to do. In that moment, she was a black widow about to feed on the fly trapped in her web.
But the question is why?
As my dick throbs from the confines of the cage and I pull against the handcuffs, I’m left to agonize over this.
She had apologized and said she didn’t know if she could trust me. She wasn’t sure about me. What the hell was she talking about!?
What had Celeste told her? Or was this the work of Grady? The police detectives?
I wrack my brain. I jerk at the metal cuffs locked onto the bar of her bed. The move proves to cost me more than it helps my situation—the hard pull causes the cage to clench tighter around my dick.
“Argh!” I howl in throbbing pain.
All rationale has left me for the moment. My level of rage and frustration is drowning it out. It’s become the only noise I hear as I spiral.
The cage bearing down on me makes me struggle against the cuffs. The cuffs refuse to budge and instead trigger the cage again.
For minutes, I’m stuck in this loop. Trying to muscle my way out of the handcuffs. Roaring in pure fury whenever the cuffs prove unbreakable. Agonizing at the strain on my hard dick that still hasn’t had the chance to come.
She might as well have cut it off. That’s how torturous the feeling is. I’m suspended in an eternal state of pre-climax. My balls beg in throbbing aches. A soreness develops, warning I’m fit to bust. I’m in need of release.
