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He continued plunging as his nails dug into her flesh. When he released, yanking his fingers from her asshole, he patted her on the ass. His grip remaining, he pushed her toward the cage until she was just a foot away. “Stay.”
“Yes, Sir.” The draw of the cage gave her tingles. From where she stood, she could see him sauntering toward what appeared to be a cabinet. What lurked behind the closed wooden doors was far too enticing. She was unable to see what he was doing for a few seconds. When he twisted his body, showing her the curved metal hook, she moaned.
Chuckling darkly, he walked toward the cage, releasing the clasp. “Climb inside.”
She swallowed and dared a glance at the mirrors. Every reflection showed off her body, the way her hair fell down below her shoulders. Crawling into the confined space, she widened her legs and palmed the metal bottom, instantly shivering. The moment the cold steel was thrust into her asshole she gasped.
“You need to keep your place, princess.”
No one called her princess, no man. Desire embroiled every nerve. Hot. Damn she was hot.
Click. Clang.
She knew the opposite end was being secured to the steel bars on the top. Her nerves on edge, she imagined exactly what he was going to do next. Whip her. Use her. Fuck her. There was nothing she didn’t crave. Every concept of being imprisoned, under the strict control of a masterful Dom, had entered her dreams. Even in the daylight hours she wanted nothing more than to be owned, collared by a man who had the power to control her.
Bang!
The clanging sound of the cage door being closed was an amazing aphrodisiac. She was wet, her pussy juice dripping down the inside of her thighs. Of course, her profile had given him an indication of what she craved. She was no mystery to any man who wanted to enslave her. He was using all her fantasies in a method of total domination. Dear God, this was fabulous. Wiggling, the sound of the tip of the hook slamming against the metal bars was enough to make her mouth dry. She heard herself whine.
“Patience. You will learn.” He patted her ass and walked away from the cage.
Click!
She was pitched into darkness.
“Wait for me, princess. Wait. Good things come to obedient little girls.”
His laughter continued as his footsteps sounded on the tile floor. He was leaving her. Jesus. Terror gripping her, she shifted, and the metal dug into the tender flesh of her asshole. Groaning, she planted her palms on the flooring, determined to remain calm. She could still hear the echo of his calculated steps as he moved away from her. Light deprivation. She was instilling her greatest fear.
Minutes ticked by and her anticipation mixed with anxiety. She closed her eyes, allowing her vivid imagination to take her into her fantasy world.
From somewhere in the distance, she heard what had to be wheels rolling across the floor. The subtle squeaking sound continued for at least two or three minutes.
The room was chilly, and the goose bumps became a steady flow of shivers. Bubbles of air from a ceiling vent or fan cascaded along every inch of skin. She continued to swallow, subduing her increasing adrenaline. After a few seconds she was able to calm her breathing. Then a smell hit her nose, wafting in a way she hissed. The stench was ripe, coppery in nature. Why hadn’t she been able to detect this before? She turned her head from right to left in order to try and determine the location of the nasty odor lingering all around her. The taste on her tongue was wretched, sickeningly sweet. What the hell was the smell?
Minutes passed by, if not longer. Agitated, she wiggled. The biting pain caused by the invading implement created a series of tremors dancing throughout her body. This wasn’t what she’d signed on for. Trust. You have to trust. As if she could.
A single light was flipped on at the end of the room, a subtle glow washing over a portion of the space. Gripping one of the bars, she blinked until she was able to focus. Light refracted off the mirrors even in the dim shadowed light. Craning her neck, she darted her eyes back and forth. Where was he? It doesn’t matter. Patience. He said patience. Her nipples were hard and the chill in the room kept her tingling.
Minutes passed into what had to be an hour. Her prone muscles ached, her legs cramping. She’d never spent more than a few minutes in a confined space. The torture waned on her inner mind, creating monsters lurking in the darkness.
Creak… Boom!
She jerked her head up, searching for the source of the noise. He was coming. Her gut told her as much. Saliva had dripped from her mouth. Licking her lips, she sucked back a cry of fear. This was a test of her resolve, one she refused to succumb to. He needed a perfect and very obedient submissive. She was just that if not more.
“Princess.”
His voice echoed in the chamber.
“Sir?”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was weak. The stench seemed to increase. A sickening sensation rose from her belly, filling her mouth with bile.
“This will be a moment of glory, a gift to me of your ultimate submission.”
His words seemed garbled, but she could tell there remained resolve if not a hint of danger in his tone. What did he mean? After another few seconds of silence, a series of creaking noises occurred all around her. Objects were being moved. He was here and there, laughter floating all around her. She gripped the bars and rose up, slapping the top of her head on the cage. Where the hell was he? What was he doing? A slice of terror trickled down her spine. She shouldn’t be here. No, she…
