Page 50 of Yours Truly

“Wow, it’s gorgeous,” Juni sighs, shaking her head, eyes full of pride. “Truly beautiful, Ivy.”

Dolly dusts her fingertip over the sketch, biting into her bottom lip before she says, “It’s so pretty, Ivy. It’s going to be a beautiful tattoo.”

Another hug is needed and while my eyes don’t mist over, my heart threatens to explode. A knot clogs in my throat but I swallow it down, offering them a smile instead of tears. “Thank you, guys.” I look down at the chastity cage, and imagine Trace this morning. The sketch is great— it’s probably my best work. Ever.

The shading is perfect. The keyhole is subtly visible, starting an interest in how the device works. That was on purpose. The sleek dip of metal that curves a man’s penis is shining brightly under lights. It’s both ominous and curious, and the detail is hard not to appreciate.

I’m so proud.

Even with all of that… I’ve got dick on the brain.

I see through the sketch, into my memories, where Trace’s aggravatingly beautiful cock is locked tight in that chastity cage. And again, I touch the key on my neck before pushing hair off my shoulder and grabbing my lunch bag.

“I’m gonna head in and print the stencil and get the station ready,” I tell them, and while all that’s true, I just need… a minute.

Alone.

“Let us know how it goes,” Juni says, waving me off with a sweet smile.

“I can’t wait to see pictures,” Dolly adds, waddling her way across the yard, back to her and Hudson’s place.

I get in Trace’s car and slip the key in the ignition, hitting the main road quicker than ever. When I’m a mile away, I pull over, grip the steering wheel, and freak the fuck out.

“Oh Jesus. Oh my God.” I shake my head, trying to remember all the tricks Juni has taught me.

Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.

Slowly, I take a deep breath in.

I touched his naked body. I put his penis in a metal cage and locked it.

I’m pretty sure in some way that’s probably illegal.

Itchiness spreads over me as I cling to the wheel, whimpering about my own rash, aggressive stupidity.

I could go to jail.

Prison even, maybe.

Who the fuck knows.

My heart is racing so fast that my head grows spacy, and I lie back on the headrest and let go of the wheel, focusing on my breathing. My long hair clings to my sweaty neck as I force air out and suck air in.

It’s going to be okay. He’s not going to report you to the police. When you pass out nude and subject the world to your naked body, things might happen.

Okay, that’s shitty.

I’ll own up to it whenever I need to. Take full accountability that I truly had no real reason that I should have felt justified to put my hands on him.

I can only imagine the grin on his face when he realizes the lengths I went to touch him. He’d just love that I didn’t let anything stop me, that arrogant asshole.

My lower half pulses and I draw my thighs together to ease the sudden ache, just thinking of his smile and his cock in that cage.

It was wrong to do.

But it needed to be done.

He won’t get me arrested, of that I can reasonably be sure.

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