Page 16 of Caged for Them

“Mmm. Can’t argue with that, sweet boy. What did you do to deserve all this?” I asked, gently stroking his ass.

“Um. I asked him to spank me.”

I burst out laughing, then crawled onto the sofa next to him, looking into his bright blue eyes. I cupped his jaw and kissed his lips. “No cage?”

“He thought the spanking would remind me of who I belong to. Every time I sit anywhere, I feel his hands on me. And if we’re being honest, I feel his cock in my ass. I had no idea anal was that good.”

“With Henry, pretty much everything is good,” I said.

“That man has magic fingers. Or magic everything.”

I grinned. “I can’t argue with that. How are you feeling?”

“Good, actually.” His cheeks reddened, and he snuggled close. “Like I found my place.”

“Aw, the cocky jackass has a sweet inside.” I said, kissing the tip of his nose. “No wonder Henry has always loved you.”

“Yep.” He nodded, and his smile was shy.

“So, does that mean you want to fuck me?”

“Yes, please.” He said, looking at me with wide eyes. “If you want me.”

I smirked and stroked him through his underwear, feeling the way he grew hard for me. He was so big, felt so good. “I never thought I’d be a size queen.”

“Oh, come on. Henry is so thick he barely fit inside me. I know how you like your men.”

“It seems kind of unfair that you’ve been getting all the action. While I was working hard.” I faked a little pout, and he laughed, his eyes sparkling.

“Don’t worry, Henry ordered me to remedy that. And then we’re to go to the restaurant so he can feed us.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said, leaning down to kiss him again.

“Do you think I should wear a condom?”

“You’re a slut, so yes. But once you’re tested and you’ve proved yourself monogamous, you can come inside me as much as youneed to, sweet boy. I want to show Henry my pussy, with your cum dripping out. To let him taste you on me.”

Moaning softly, he climbed off of the couch and grabbed my hand. “Henry gave me a specific checklist,” he said, leading me back into our bedroom. “He’s very into lists.”

That sounded like Henry, and it made me giggle, at least until Jason started touching me, the intensity of his focus on me more alluring than I would have imagined. He undressed me slowly, worshiping my shoulders, my neck, my breasts. I ran my fingers through his hair, and he reached under me, tugging my panties down. I stepped out of them and he guided me onto the bed, onto my stomach, onto a big soft towel he’d laid out. He spread my legs, and I shivered, watching him, waiting for the first touch. I moaned softly as his hands slid up my thighs, stroking my skin.

He straddled my ass, his hard cock settling between the cheeks, and his hands glided up my back, covered in a slick, fragrant oil. “Oh, fuck. I like Henry’s checklist,” I groaned as he began to massage me.

“Anything to please our woman,” Jason murmured. “Henry told me to worship you, to care for you, and to give you everything you need.”

“I can’t argue with that,” I said. Who would have thought submission suited him so well? It was sexy as hell to have someone take care of me, to give me pleasure. I sighed as hemassaged my lower back, ass and thighs, working out all the aches and pains of the day. I stretched out, enjoying his touch.

“Turn over,” he said, and I flipped over, laying on my back and arching for him, as he continued to work out knots in my shoulders. His touch turned more sensual, focusing in on my breasts, my nipples, pinching and kneading until I was writhing beneath him. He was so beautiful, his muscles flexing with every movement, his attention focused completely on me.

“You’re so lovely, Mari. I’ve wanted to touch you like this for a long time,” he murmured.

“Back at you, sweet, beautiful boy,” I said, cupping his face and tracing a finger over his lush pink lips. “Your body is incredible, and so damn tempting.”

He moved lower, working my hips and thighs, his fingers barely grazing my pussy, teasing me. His expression was serious. My heart beat faster as he pressed his finger into me, spreading my wetness around my clit. I moaned, arching my back and pushing my hips against his hand.

“Do you want to come, Mistress?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Please,” I panted, turning my head to look at him.

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