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I'm dressed in a tight trampy top and a pair of tiny shorts that cover next to nothing. With added holes to decrease functionality. I'm more aware of the things around my wrists and throat than the thing around my hips.
And now I have to walk out there, where there are people. He has a cook, and bodyguards, and who knows who else.
Criminals have a distinct role, in my mind. They destroy the lives of people like Mum. Knox doesn't fit the mental image I have of these people. He's absolutely the kind of bad man I'm attracted to, but I never imagined I could feel like this around a man like this.
“Don't worry, no one will even look at you.” Knox promises, clearly reading my expression. How no one will fail to notice the hardly dressed man on the end of his leash, I can't see.
He opens the door to the large room where my sister crushed my faith in my family.
We head to the table, which is still set up for four people, but Knox doesn't take me to my own seat, instead sitting me on his thigh.
Terrifying thoughts of being pinned across the table flood through my mind, my cock strains against its little cage. Three men enter, acknowledge Knox with a nod and take their places at the remaining seats. I'm very thankful for the little protection the table gives my bare skin.
“They're going to go over all the areas of the business over a game of cards. It's a weekly thing. I usually just sit here and listen.”
The three men start talking to each other; paying no attention to me, and little attention to Knox. He's like a control freak who can't let go completely.
I've always tried to go unnoticed through school. Being a sexy dancer, I never quite managed. For the first time ever, I am completely invisible; and I had to get chained up and naked to achieve it.
I sit unseen, watching the world go by. “Any preferences on veg?” Knox whispers.
I need to get used to having no opinions anymore and try to avoid getting punished too much. Especially where it could mean the removal of the cage hiding my cock from all prying eyes. Even if those eyes are yet to even glance my way.
“As you prefer it, Sir.” I whisper back, craving a compliment in return. Anything to not be invisible. Dancing puts me centre of attention, and I crave it more than I realise.
“Precious boy.” Knox pats a hand on my bare thigh. My mouth opens to protest at its removal, but snaps shut. I can be a quick learner it seems, given the right incentives. But I want his touch to make me feel less insignificant.
Fortunately, there is nothing insignificant about my slice of pie when it arrives, with a side of mash and piles of veg, and a pint of lemonade. I look to him for approval and when he nods, I tuck in.
I don't understand why no one is looking at me, I don't want them to, given I'm dressed as a sex toy, but I just can't believe not one person takes a curious look. How often does he do this? I know this isn’t permanent but the reality that this happens often enough for them to function as though it's normal gives me more proof that everything he says is a lie. I had always hoped to make it big and become a star. No one would recognise me as a performer, I've not had long enough time as a dancer to make a name for myself. And now I never will. I’ll never leave this house.
“Done?” There is only one set of eyes that watch me eat, and he only talks to me as I drag my final carrot through the pie sauce. My shoulders slump.
“Yes, Sir, thank you.”
“Excellent. You can show me how good it was by sitting on my cock.”
“Uh…what?” Luckily, I had already swallowed my last bite of food, or I would probably have choked. I'm well aware I have no choice in this, but I'm not entirely sure how it all works. I hesitate, I don't have a voyeuristic kink so both my mind and body revolt at the idea.
“Slide onto my lap. I'll do everything else.”
I do as I'm told, if I don’t, he'll strip me naked and throw me on the table to dance for the four of them, and that is all the incentive I need. I perch above him, legs spread apart over his thighs. He fumbles around under my butt, freeing the monster cock from his clothing, and then comes the tug of my plug.
A groan slips out easier than the plug, and then he guides me back, slowly entering my body until his cock is nestled deep in my core.
“Lean back.” His hand on my shoulder poses me so I'm resting back against him, and then he goes back to playing cards with his friends. He isn't fucking me, or doing anything, just using me as a cock warmer while he listens to the meeting. But every time he makes a note in his book, his cock moves inside me and I see stars. My own cock leaps at each movement, but the cage limits it and soon the moment passes. Until next time.
I try to study the game to predict his movements, but I am lousy at it. My cock jerks with each anticipated move that doesn't come, leaving it throbbing and sore, and then my butt cramps when the movement does come and his cock spears me just in that sweet spot that feels so good.
It shouldn't feel good.
This isn't good, this is criminal. What would other dancers think if they knew I was just sitting here letting a drug lord fuck me? What would Annie think if she were to walk in here? After her conversation at dinner, she wouldn’t care, but she's not here, she's in a cage.
“Please.” I throw myself forward in a fluster. “Cuff my hands, don't let me leave.”
I push my hands together, willing him to restrain me so I can convince myself I'm not sitting here willingly.
“You don't stand a hope in hell of getting out of my house.” Knox pulls my arms until my arms bend behind my back where he fixes my restraints together so my hands are trapped. “You couldn't get out of this room.”
