Page 31 of Caged for Them

The tattoo on my hip didn’t have the exact words Mari had spoken that night in the bar, but it was close enough, and I was nervous and excited to show it to them. I’d faked a mountain biking injury to hide it. I’d thrived under their ownership, their love, and as I walked towards them, I saw the contract on thetable that would sign away my rights to my body to them on a long term basis, and I felt only joy.

“Oh my god, you didn’t get a tattoo, did you, Kitten?” Mari said, the moment she spotted it. She laughed and squealed, breaking character and rushing forward to greet me with a kiss. She traced the words on my hip, smiling. “‘This body is owned.’”

“Your names are there, too, but small, worked into the font,” I said, gliding her hand down to the spot I was talking about. I looked up to see my best friend smiling at me.

“Thank you,” he said. “This makes her happy.”

“It makes me, happy, too.”

“Come on, let’s sign this contract, then fuck you,” he said, grinning. I shuddered. I belonged to them in a new way, and they belonged to me.

“Okay,” I said, taking the pen and signing first. I watched as Henry signed, and Mari. We’d spent weeks crafting it, making sure it suited all of us, and I didn’t need to read it over, because I had every beautiful word memorized. The safe words, the limits, and the things each of us wanted out of our ongoing relationship.

Henry finished signing and placed the contract in the intricate handmade wooden box we’d gotten for it, setting it aside and pulling us both closer to the bed, which the staff had decorated with flower petals and surrounded with candles.

“So romantic,” I murmured as they surrounded me, kissing me fiercely.

“Remind me to blow out the candles, won’t do to set the cabana on fire on the first night of our union,” Mari said, grinning. She reached for the chain around my neck and cupped my caged cock. I groaned, my desperation to be free warring with my happiness about being owned.

“You ready?” Mari asked, smiling at me as she fingered the device.

“So ready,” I whispered.

“Well, then, you know what you need to do.”

She stepped back, and I nodded, dropping to my knees in front of her, kissing her stomach, her hips. Henry moved behind her and unzipped her dress, helping me. There were specific things that needed to happen for me to be uncaged. I had to ready Mari, to make her come with my hands and mouth, or if I was with Henry, I had to allow him inside me. Today, they would both take their pleasure in my body first, reminding me that I was just a vessel who served them. Just how I liked it.

Henry and I worked together on Mari, kissing every inch of her skin, stripping off her clothing until she was naked and bared to us. Somewhere along the way, he’d stripped too, and I loved watching them kiss, watching her stroke his cock as I licked her clit until her whole body shook.

“Little slut needs his mistress to come,” Henry murmured, stroking my hair.

“Yes,” I breathed. I turned to look at Henry, and he smiled at me. I stroked her clit faster, loving the way she moaned for me.

“You’re so good,” Mari gasped. “I’m going to come.” Henry held her close as her body shuddered against his, and I worked her harder, slipping my fingers inside her and noticing the way she quivered around me.

“Come for us, wife.” Henry wouldn’t be satisfied with only one orgasm from Mari, I knew. He looked down at me as he pinched her nipples, manipulating her body and making her arch up for him. She came hard and fast, and I held onto her hips, enjoying the way her body spasmed against my mouth and fingers.

“Fuck,” I gasped, looking up at him as he leaned over me, kissing my lips. “That was amazing. I love watching her come.”

“I love it when you taste of our wife,” he said, smiling.

Our wife. My husband. I looked up at him. The new titles we’d decided upon in our contracts truly sinking in as we held her and calmed her between us.

Epilogue

Mari

As I drifted backto Earth, floaty and well-satisfied, Henry lifted me to straddle Jason’s face. drove into me in a rough stroke, and I almost came again right there, but I knew my husband wanted me to hang on, to tease Jason a little longer.

I loved watching my men interact, but having the entirety of their focus on me was the best. I leaned forward, kissing Jason’s caged cock, smiling as I thought about setting him free and riding him to a rough orgasm. His body twitched and writhed with need, but he never strayed from his task, making sure he diligently sucked my clit the entire time.

Henry backed off and thrust back into me, and I moaned at the combination of sensations. Jason’s mouth, Henry’s cock. I put my hands on Henry’s shoulders and rocked harder, pushing back into him with my hips.

“Fuck, Mari, that is incredible,” Henry groaned, gripping my tits and playing with them as he fucked me. “Is our good boy treating you well?”

“Yes,” I moaned, not surprised that another orgasm was rushing at me like a freight train. I tried to hold back, I really did. I wanted to tease Jason more, but Henry kept fucking me, slamming into me hard and fast, and the pleasure was building.

I screamed, bucking against Henry as the wild sensations took me over the edge, and he groaned as my pussy contracted around him. “Fuck him, please. I need his cock too,” I whispered, collapsing against Jason’s stomach. Henry chuckled, gently sliding out of me.

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