Page 29 of Caged for Them

“Okay,” he whispered.

“We’re sorry we misunderstood,” Mari said. “But this is perfect. We want to move in with you. We’ve been discussing it for weeks.”

His smile now was blinding, and he got more and more excited as he showed us the things he liked about the house leading us through the first floor, which also contained a state-of-the-art kitchen, a dining area with a huge log slab table in it, an office and the garage and other auxiliary and storage spaces. After poking around in all the downstairs room, we went upstairs, where there were four bedrooms.

“Four?” I asked.

Jason’s cheeks flared red. “Um, in case we want kids. I kind of thought, well. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“Thought what? You can tell us,” Mari said, laying a hand on his arm.”

“Well, Henry has his restaurant, and that’s important, and your career is important. So I would stay home with the kids. Take care of them and the house. Maybe I never found my dream career because I’m not supposed to have a career.”

Mari beamed, hugging him tightly. “That sounds lovely,” she whispered.

“Of course, we can work out the details when the time comes,” he blurted. “Right now, you need to see the main bedroom.” He led us to the end of the hall, and I realized that the biggest bedroom shared the same wall of windows that had stunned us in the living room. And because it was higher, the view was even better.

“That bed is huge,” Mari said, laughing and jumping on it, while I looked into the bathroom, which was clearly designed for sex, with a shower that could easily fit the three of us.

“No more fumbling around for the soap when we’re all in the shower,” I said, laughing. I stepped back out and frowned, realizing there was another room off to the side, sharing the big windows that looked out at the mountains.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, glancing back at Jason. What was meant to be an office or sitting room for the main bedroom was a half constructed sex dungeon, with a wall to hang all of our toys, a big toy chest, and a series of d-rings on the back wall and roof beam. I could imagine Jason chained to the wall as I whippedhim, or hanging there, helpless and forced to watch as Mari and I had sex.

“It’s not furnished yet,” Jason said.

“You’d look so pretty in here,” I said, fingering the chains that were hanging from the back wall. “With your ass all red, your cock leaking.”

He smiled. “We don’t have the floggers yet, or the cuffs to bind me, but I impulse bought a sex swing.” He gestured to the corner, where an expensive-looking swing with a wide leather hammock and a pillow hung from chains that hooked to sturdy rings in the ceiling. Mari let out a little sound as she approached it. She bounced up and down, a gleeful expression on her face.

“I’ve always wanted to put Henry in one of these.”

“Me?” I yelped.

“Yep. My turn to be in charge,” she said, stepping forward and untangling the straps, a wicked smile on her face. I knew that damn smile. “Your turn to be in the middle.”

“Mari.”

“We’re going to reward Jason for being such a loving, caring good boy.” She walked over to him, kissing him, and he smiled.

“Reward me with what?” Jason asked.

“Anything your heart desires, sweet boy,” she said, and both of us saw the moment his eyes dropped to my ass.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to,” Jason quickly said. “I just… want to know what it feels like to be inside you.” And he widened his big blue eyes at me in the way I could never resist. He was like a goddamn puppy with those big eyes manipulating with his obvious hope. An adorable one who wanted to fuck my ass. I blinked, imagining that big cock in me, stretching me more than anyone ever had.

Mari grinned, adjusting a few straps on the swing, then looked around and picked up a bottle of lube. “Strip, Henry.”

Jason was already out of his clothes. Had I zoned out for a moment? I shook my head and pulled off my jeans and t-shirt, then kicked my underwear aside, my cock springing to life as Mari guided me into the swing, positioning me on my back with my legs spread.

“This is nice. It even has a pillow.” The padded leather hammock was surprisingly comfortable.

“The better to torture you with, my love.” Mari walked her fingers down my stomach, tickling me a little, then teasing at my cock, making sure I was hard. Her fingers dipped down to my balls, tugging lightly on them, then lower.

“You gonna climb on, babe?” I asked, stroking my cock. “Ride me while he fucks me?”

She narrowed her eyes at me, reaching for the wrist straps and grabbing the hand that was on my cock. “No one gave you permission to touch,” she said, stretching my arms up and securing them. I was splayed out and helpless, just a toy for them to use. Fuck, why had I taunted her? They moved beside me, kissing each other while I hung suspended, trapped, unable to play with them. Mari ordered him to strip her, and he took his damn time, in the slowest, most sensual striptease I’d ever seen.

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