Page 49 of Yours Truly

I hold my eyes closed, trying desperately to remember last night. I can hear her calling me a pussy, the others laughing as she did. I sat down on the chair, the one Jeremy had been in and Ivy had sat next to just a few hours before.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe, the unfortunate memory worming its way to the surface. “I, yeah, I, uh, I remember.”

“Do tell,” Deuce says, playfulness making his voice light. I guess I should be glad he isn’t gonna fire me for almost getting his shop robbed.

“I was having a… drunken.. Oh God,” I moan, grabbing my head as I sink into the couch, still with my jeans around my thighs. I look down at my caged cock and the mess of blankets and pillows on the floor in the new place. “Can you come over?”

There’s a pause. “I ain’t home,” Deuce finally answers, likely calling into question his own idea of me living next door. “I gotta tell you something.”

My stomach drops despite the fact I’m seated. “What?”

“I watched the security footage.” He pauses. “I saw you strip and I saw you looking for Ivy.”

“How do you know I was looking for her?” I ask, not denying he’s right. I don’t remember looking for her or saying her name, but she was the only thing on my mind last night. Add in some heartache and booze and what he’s saying is wholly believable. Sadly.

“Anyway,” he says, “she asked me after I watched the footage. Asked me if you and those women were intimate.”

Silence eats up the line.

“You coulda got me robbed last night,” he says.

“I’m sorry,” I grovel truthfully, hating how in the span of one night I managed to upset the only two people I really care about. “I’m… it won’t happen again.”

More silence but I take the time to get to my feet and grab another bottle of water, pinching the phone between my ear and shoulder as I open it. Finally Deuce says, “Know what else I saw on that footage?”

“Oh my God,” I breathe, relief flooding me. If he saw which one of those women did this, then we know where we can find the key or… code or… I grab my package and lift it, hissing as the cage pinches my ball sack. There is a tiny internal gold lock, the perfect size for a little key. “I’m freaking the fuck out right now.”

His laugh is booming, and I deserve for him to take joy in this. I do. But right now, I don’t give a fuck what Deuce deserves because my cock is IN A FUCKING CAGE.

“Well, get showered and come to work and freak out because it’s a work day and the great Trace Calhoun owes me eight hours.” He sniffs, letting the last of his laughter play out. “And maybe if you’re lucky, Ivy will give you the key.”

Ivy.

Ivy has the key.

That means… “Ivy locked up my dick?”

“Don’t worry,” he says, still unable to shake the laughter. I’m gonna sock him so hard when I see him. “She wore gloves.” More laughter. “And she kept the key.”

I let Deuce enjoy this because the only thing on my mind? Getting to my little Firecracker.

FIFTEEN

“Trace… But you can call me God.”

Ivy

“It’s your first solo session today!” Dolly squeaks, jumping up and down while holding her pregnant belly. “I’m so excited!”

“Me too!” Juni adds, both of them coming to my sides, making an Ivy sandwich.

“Okayyy,” I draw out, shimmying from their grasps. My fingers inch their way around the collar of my hoodie, beneath the fleece. I sigh when I connect with the cool metal of the small key. “I’m excited, too. Nervous, of course, but… overall,” I say, privately stroking the key beneath my sweatshirt. “Really excited.”

“You’re gonna crush it. Let me see the dick trap sketches again,” Juni says, dragging a knife over a piece of toast, leaving Strawbarb jam in its wake. Strawbarb is her strawberry and rhubarb blend, and it’s my favorite.

I snatch the sketch pad up and pass it off. Juni, while eating toast, and Dolly, while rubbing her pregnant belly, nod and coo as they take in my sketch of a male chastity cage.

Gotta love that support.

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