Page 57 of Not A Whisper

I eye the object suspiciously. It looks almost like a metal spring, only coiled a little less loosely and with thicker rings. There’s a smooth metal plate at the end of it with a small hole, and on the other end, a strange metal loop.

“What is it?”

“It’s a chastity cage,” Jason supplies. “You’re going to lock up Grant’s dick, and we’re going to torture him by withholding your sweet pussy from him. After that, you can decide how long he has to wear it, being the keybearer and all.”

A chastity cage? I’ve never heard of such a thing. A chastity belt? Sure. But acage? Tentatively, I take the item from Trip’s hand and study it, seeing now how it would work. But it looks… small. Even soft, I’m not sure if Grant would fit in this.

“On your knees, asshole,” Trip tells Grant.

Grant moves stiffly, clearly not a fan of what’s to come. My stomach knots. I may have slapped him in anger, but I don’twant to see Grant hurt. I open my mouth to speak but Trip’s already barking another order.

“Hands behind your back.”

Grant does as he’s told, reluctance stiffening his movements. When he’s there, he and Trip look at me.

“C’mon dollface, make him give you a thorough apology.” Trip waves me forward.

I look from him to Grant to Jason. The latter squeezes my side with encouragement.

“Just like you get punished,wepunish each other when we step too far out of line,” Jason explains. “When we were kids, we made a pact, dollie. We worktogetherto get out from under Garry's thumb. No secrets between us, no letting Garry sink his fangs any deeper into our lives. Sometimes we need to remind ourselves of the importance of sticking to that pact—no matter what Garry’s thrown at us. That pact, by the way, now extends to you. Grant shouldn’t have been keeping shit fromanyof us."

It extends to me? Surprise shoots through me. My uncertainty of my feelings begins to waver. The anger and hurt are being suffocated out of me.

Jason squeezes my side. "So relax. Grant knewsomethingwas coming. This isn’t going to hurt him so much as make him terribly uncomfortable. He’s lucky he’s not getting his ass kicked.”

The knots in my stomach loosen. Grant definitely can afford to be uncomfortable.

“Getting his ass beat may still be on the table,” Trip adds quickly, earning him a dark glower from Grant. “But we’ll start with this.”

Jason urges me closer. “Here, I’ll explain how to attach it.”

He pulls me closer to Grant and urges me to join him as he lowers himself to knees. “His dick goes through here.” Jason helps guide the cage onto Grant’s almost semi-hard dick. As Isuspected, the cage is small and it's tight around him. He’s bursting through the metal rings like a can of biscuits. “Then this part goes under and around his balls.”

As I reach forward to cup Grant’s sack, he sucks in a sharp breath then hisses, and I know why immediately. His dick is trying to stiffen under my gentle touch. Trapped, it has nowhere to go.

“Fuck, this is going to be… difficult,” Grant spits out.

“It’s supposed to be,” Trip snaps as he watches on while I finish caging his friend. “Now lock it, dollface.”

I look up, confused. He tosses me something, and I catch the little metal piece that glints in the air as it flies toward me. It’s a tiny padlock and key.

“This is where it goes.” Jason shows me and watches with bated breath as I put it on. When Grant’s all locked up, Jason rocks back on his heels with a low whistle.

I look over at him to find his face flushed. He looks back at me and winks.

“This is going to besomuch fun.” Taking my hand, he rises to his feet, pulling me up with him.

With Grant on his knees before me, naked except for the silver metal cage holding his dick, I find myself getting hot. It’s a stark contrast to the cold sting of heartache and hurt I’ve carried around for half the day. I suck in a shallow breath as I tremble under the shock of the temperature change.

Jason lets go of my hand and rubs my back tenderly. “That’s right, dollie, enjoy him. He’s yours to play with and punish as you see fit.”

Despite his reluctance, Grant’s cheeks are turning pink and his breathing isn’t even as he stares up at me.

“Let’s get some food in you. There’s a pizza with your name on it,” Trip suggests.

Jason guides me away from Grant but says to me, “Tell him to follow us.”

I lick my dry lips and call over my shoulders. “Let’s go, Grant.”

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