Page 44 of Yours Truly

Her sentence stops abruptly and she stands up straight just as fast, her hands going to her hips. Those grabable, blooming hips of hers. God I wish I–

“Why the fuck are you smirking?” She steps nearer, so close that she’s now standing between my spread knees, her eyes glowering down on me. “I’m going to make you regret that smirk.”

My lips twitch, and the smirk grows without my consent. I can’t hold it back. I love the fire. My dick is aching against my thigh right now.

She reaches down, wrapping her talented fingers around me, closing them, tightening her grip as her eyes intensely hold mine. “Smile,” she commands.

I obey.

She squeezes my cock harder. “Again.”

I smile yet again, this time with a tiny laugh tickling my throat. I see her game, and there’s no way she’s got the cojones to grab my cock hard enough to make me react.

I like it rough so there’s no fucking?—

“Fuck!!!” I screech, jolting forward, or… trying. It’s then I remember I’m tied to it by my wrists and ankles. Her grip on my cock is so tight I nearly scream. I scream so loudly that the room around me vibrates, my vision goes hazy, the world goes dark… and then it’s blurry.

And I’m lost deeper in my dreams.

THIRTEEN

You gotta teach him, Ivy.

Ivy

My gloved hand connects with his stubbled jaw, but all I get is a grumble.

“Hey,” I partially shout, slapping Trace’s face again.

His eyes open, but I can’t tell if he’s there or not.

“You’re naked at Ink Time, dummy,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes, inspecting him.

He mumbles something. Maybe Ink Time, maybe not. But his eyes fall closed again. I peer over at the door. Deuce will be down here in no time. He called a moment ago, telling me the security company called them. Said we never turned the alarm on and I explained what had happened.

I’m not sure if he’s coming down here to help with Trace or to lock up, or both, but he’s on his way.

My time is limited.

“I’m locking you up. If you don’t wake up now, you’re going in the cage,” I tell Trace as I tug down on the blue sheet draped over his body.

It’s not my first time seeing him naked and if that fact doesn’t embody Trace Calhoun, I don’t know what does. He stirs just slightly but his eyes stay closed. Standing mid-torso at his side, I slap his cheek again… but nothing.

“Okay,” I tell him, “here we go. Last chance.”

I’d feel like I was violating him if he wasn’t naked in my workplace. If I barged in on him at home and locked him up there, that would be wrong.

But when you invite hooker thieves into your workplace and drunkenly pass out without clothes like an insane person, you get locked up.

Fair’s fair.

I set the cage on his belly, knotted with muscle even when he’s nodded off in a blissful haze. I’ve got to flex to make my abs pop and he just has them, lying there in a stupor. Men’s metabolisms are a real fucking crime.

Carefully, I slide one hand beneath his sack, lifting his entire package just slightly. His soft cock falls onto his stomach, leaving just his balls in one hand. He’s impressive in size even when he’s not aroused, and there’s something hot about that. Irrational, yes. But hot? Also yes.

Before he senses a woman is touching him, I take the cage from his stomach and align it with his head. Taking his shaft in one hand, I begin easing him inside, finally using a key to twist the device closed at the ringed base.

I stare down at his manhood trapped in the chastity cage, the gold lock contrasting the silver metal all around him. A smile curls the edge of my mouth knowing that while I have the key and he’s in that, he can’t do a damn thing.

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