Page 125 of Rut Bar

Vee smiles and I stare at her, stupefied, like I always am whenever she smiles at me. She flicks the latch open with a red polished nail and the hinges creak as she opens the lid. Her smile slips off her face.

Oh no. I messed up. I knew I would, and I did. It’s not what she wanted. Does this mean she’s rejecting me? Do I not get to be in the pack now? Maybe she’ll give me a second chance to get it right. I can do better.

I should tell her that if it’s not right, I can try again and I’ll have Anthony help me next time, so I know it’ll be right. “I can send it back,” I blurt out instead.

Vee’s head whips up, and she stares at me. “You changed your mind?” she asks, her voice neutral. It’s the fake voice she uses when she’s on the phone. I hate that voice.

“No, I…” I’m frustrated because sometimes the words just don’t come out right when I speak. “If you don’t like it, I can try again.”

“I like it. And if you like it, then I love it.” There are three small keys attached to necklaces inside. Two on thicker, masculine chains and one that’s dainty. It’s the one meant for her. She picks up the small silver-colored key that we attached to a real silver chain so she can wear it next to her heart. “Is this one for me?”

“Yes. It’s yours, Vee. To do what you want with. I’m yours… If you’ll have me.” My heart is beating so fast in my chest. My palms are damp. I’d wipe them off on my pants, but I’m too nervous to move.

“Then I suppose you’d better get undressed.” She picks the cock cage up and sets the box aside on her desk. “Oh, it’s lighter than it looks, but is this going to be comfortable and safe to wear long term?”

The sight of her holding the cage excites me. My cock kicks in my pants as it swells. “People say the weight feels nice. That you get used to it. It’s titanium, and the man who made it said I can wear it in the ocean without it rusting.”

“You planned for everything,” Vee says, smiling. “Very smart. Good job, pet.”

Her praise makes my cock leak as my erection swells more. She thinks I did a good job. That I planned this well. I read a lot about it online but actually doing it is different. It’s better. And doing it with Vee? With the omega who doesn’t simply put up with my unusual interests but seems to enjoy them as much as I do? She’s perfect. I can’t imagine serving a better omega. A lifetime with her won’t be enough.

“Well? Shall we see if we can fit all that alpha cock in this tiny cage?”

I undress in a hurry, and my hands tremble the entire time. Once the last of my clothes are off, I sink to my knees on the cold, hard floor. My cock rises with anticipation and a bead of pre-cum drips onto my thigh.

Vee’s red lips curl in a smile that makes her cheek dimple. “It’s gonna be hard for me to put a cage on that pretty cock if you’re kneeling, pet.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” I stand again, my face heating with a blush as she chuckles. I laugh too, because I’m nervous and all of that bundled energy needs an outlet. I want to touch her all the time. Hold her close. But she hasn’t given me permission yet. So I stand before her instead, my hands loose at my sides.

“This is going to be a problem,” she says, reaching out and tapping her nail against my dripping head. My cock bobs in the air, my groin tightening from that brief amount of stimulation. “I think we need to drain those balls before we can stuff your cock in that cage. Would you like that, pet?”

“Yes, Ma'am. Thank you.” She’s so generous. Vee could have made me stick my hard cock in a bucket of ice. Instead, she’s going to let me come. This is how I know she’s perfect.

Vee reaches for me, her small hand circling only half of my cock but her touch is heavenly. I can’t stop the guttural groan that rips from my throat as her fist tightens and she strokes me from root to sensitive tip. Her thumb brushes over my leaking slit and spreads my pre-cum along the flare of my head. Gently, she teases me until I’m fully hard.

My hips want to buck, to pump into her tight fist, but I leash the impulse. I won’t take what I’m not given, no matter how much I want it. I want to please her more. Want to please her forever if only she’ll let me.

“So full,” Vee murmurs, her hand pausing its stroking to fondle my balls. “Look at the mess you’re making all over my hand. Let’s see if we can get this ring on with all of this alpha slick to help us.”

The cold kiss of the metal ring against my sensitive gland makes me groan. She slicks the ring with pre-cum, then slides it down to my sack. She pulls one testicle inside. When she gets to the second ball, that’s where it becomes a struggle.

“Hold your cock out of the way, pet.”

I tug it to the side while Vee pinches the skin of my sack. She’s so careful as she pulls the ring to the side to make a gap and pulls my other ball through until both are finally inside the ring. It’s already a tight fit and my cock isn’t in yet. That would be a lot easier if I weren’t semi-hard, but that’s impossible with her touching me. Smelling the sweet arousal in her scent alone is enough to get me stiff.

Feeding my cock through the ring is a challenge. She tugs the ring to the side to make a small gap, and I grunt when she tries to force my cock through. It crushes against my balls and the ring, and a deep ache blooms in my pelvis. My entire gut tightens. It’s painful in the best of ways.

“Am I hurting you, pet?” Vee asks, pausing.

“I like it, Ma'am. Please don’t stop.” Not when we’re almost there. When it’s almost fully hard. The mix of pleasure and pain is only going to make the task impossible. If we don’t do it now, we may not get it all until I’ve gone soft again.

She grips me again, her touch more confident. She gathers the leaking fluid from my head and slicks my shaft. “You’ll tell me if it becomes too much.”

Because she says it as an order, it’s easy to obey. I nod, and Vee pushes harder.

“Almost there, pet. A bit more…” She tugs. There’s an almost unbearable ache that causes me to hold my breath, and then instant relief.

“Good boy,” Vee croons, her touch gentle as she reaches for my cock again.

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