Page 8 of Caged for Them

Eying me, Henry stuffed the key back into his pocket, shaking his head, a half smile tilting his lips. “You should adjust to it after a few days. Like a ring or a watch, you start to forget it’s there.”

“Not this.” I shook my head. “And I can’t stop playing with my ass.”

Henry swallowed, and I watched the muscles of his throat work, oddly fascinated. Had his throat always been so tempting? How was this damn cage making even a man’s neck into a sex object? He glanced out the window for a moment, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he was taking calming breaths. Finally, he stopped and turned back to me, folding his hands in front of him.

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with taking a break. You’ve done well so far, and if you need a little time to clean up, do your business, I can unlock you and you can shower. But if down deep, you’re protesting because you want me to force you to wear it longer, I’ll force you to wear it longer.” His gruff statement send a shudder of unexpected down my spine, and I swallowed hard, refusing to say anything. It made no sense, but Iwasn’t ready to use the safeword. I wasn’t ready for a break, and I my stomach ached at the thought of him letting me determine that.

He was supposed to decide if I’d been a good boy for long enough.

Good boy? Shit. I was even less ready to admit that I was loving this, but he took my non-answer as an answer. He nodded and stepped back, reaching for his car keys.

“Come on, let’s go get breakfast.”

“But I…” My voice came out as a whine, and I felt the flush rise to my cheeks. Henry shook his head and held the door open for me. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected him to do. Fuck me? Praise me for doing so well and suck me off?

Okay, yeah, definitely that one. Not that I would ask for it.

“You can think about that key in my pocket and how it controls you the entire time we’re eating breakfast burritos at Lanie’s,” he said, winking. “If you’re good, I’ll touch you on the outside of the cage after we’re done.”

“Would that be wrong? Would Mari be mad?”

He chuckled gruffly. “Mari will go crazy if I send her a photo of my hand on your caged dick. She’s so turned on by all of this. I’venever seen her so desperate for sex before. You’ve been excellent for my marriage.”

“Really?” My cheeks had to be so red they could be seen from space. Thinking about Mari getting off to the fantasy of me was delicious and enticing. I squirmed a little in my seat as Henry reached across and buckled me in like I was something delicate and precious, something that belonged to him.

“We fucked several times yesterday after you left, and again this morning. Your cock cage is making me a very happy man,” Henry said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. Why was he giving me this strangely loving sort of physical affection? Why did I want more of it? I tipped up my chin, hoping for a real kiss, but he pulled away. Which was good, because I didn’t really want to kiss him. Did I?

When we arrived at our favorite breakfast spot, a slightly run-down little diner, he slid into the seat next to mine, instead of sitting across from me like usual, and sat strangely close, finding inconsequential ways to caress me, and also to take care of me. “Besides, if Mari can touch your cock, I can, too. And I’ve wanted to for so damn long.”

I swallowed. “You have?” I asked.

He nodded, darting a look at my crotch before he spread a napkin over my lap. “You don’t think that bullshit about how you weren’t my type was true, did you?”

“Kind of?”

He snorted. “You, my dear, clueless best friend, were responsible for my bisexual awakening.” His eyes darted down to my crotch. “And this is taking it to a whole new level, hitting kinks I didn’t know I had.”

I needed something, anything, to distract us from this outrageous conversation. “So are you a dom? You seem a little like that with me, so I thought maybe yes. But why would a dom buy himself a cock cage?”

He laughed, pulling out our menu. “Mari and I are both switches. We like to play with control and power. I’m a bit of a masochist when in the mood, but mostly a soft dom. And occasionally, I like to be tied up and edged. And Mari is… fun. She’s sort of up for anything, and she loves to experiment.”

“Fun like she pegs you?” I looked around the cafe, heart pounding as I realized that someone might have heard me say that, but no one in the little cafe was looking our way.

“Yeah.”

The conversation stalled as the server came by with coffees. Henry took the lead, thanking her and chatting a little before ordering breakfast burritos for us both. When she left, he glanced at me, then took a big gulp of his coffee. I watched his throat work again for a moment before I realized what I was doing.

“So, you like to… um, bottom?”

“I top, or I top from the bottom.” He winked. I didn’t exactly know what that meant, but I was a little afraid to ask. “But I haven’t done any of that since Mari. For a long time, I was convinced she was all I needed.”

“And now?”

He glanced at me. “You’ve got me confused. But I want to take care of you.”

“You’ve always done that. Remember when we were kids and my dad was out of town and you made sure I ate healthy meals, or slept in your room.”

“You slept in my bed in, and I’m realizing how odd the snuggling might have been as we got older.” He grinned, rubbing a hand over my thigh. “And how right it felt.”

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