Page 74 of Vow to Hate You

“Now,Iget to deny you,” she murmured. “I think it’s going to be so much fun.”

I went rigid when she trailed her fingers down my stomach before moving lower. My eyes were still glued to my dick. Or what I could see of it, anyway. Because my poor cock was trapped in metal. A small, steel cage looking thing. No wonder it hurt when I got hard. There was no room for me to grow. No possible way to get an erection.

“A chastity cage,” she commented. “I did all the research to find the best one.”

I forced out a harsh laugh. “Oh, my bratty wife. You’re going to regret this so fucking much.”

She tsked. “Be nice, Damian. You really don’t want to make me upset when I’m the one holding this.”

I tracked her movements when she leaned over, reaching toward the nightstand. Once she grabbed what she was looking for, she held it with a smug grin. The small silver key caught the light, and I let out a noise of frustration as I glanced back down. I wasn’t sure how I missed it the first time, but now I saw it. A steel padlock at the top of the cage she locked on me.

“There’s nothing on this boat to cut through that lock,” she informed me. “We still have two more nights before we dock.”

My pulse thrashed at her words. “You can’t keep this locked on me?—”

“I can’t?” she cut me off, her sweet voice starting to grate on me. “Fucking try me, Damian. Your ass is mine the next two days. Unless you can convince me otherwise.”

Oh, this fucking girl.

I wanted to demand she let me go. Rage and fight against the ropes. But I didn’t. I stayed perfectly still. The rise and fall of my chest were my only movements. My outburst was what she wanted. Right now, I refused to give her an inch of anything.

“Here, you must be thirsty.” She grabbed her cup from the bedside, taking a sip from the straw before bringing it to my lips. “Where’s your smile, Damian? You’re here naked in a room with me, like you wanted last night.”

Fury burned through me as I gulped down the much-needed cold water as I glared at her. My hands were clenched into fists, and I couldn’t stop looking at my trapped dick. I needed to get that damn key.

“What do you want?” I asked, attempting to keep my voice steady.

“I’m so glad you asked.” She slowly climbed back on top of me, but this time she sat right on top of my cock. “I’m goingto sit on your face. And you’re going to pleasure me until I’m completely satisfied. If you do a good job, I’ll untie you.”

“Then you’ll give me the key,” I snapped. I was scrambling, trying to think of anything other than the taste of her pussy. I’d only been dreaming about it since she came back home. And the one time she offered, my dick was literally shackled. I groaned, feeling myself getting harder before I could stop myself.

She purposefully slid her pussy over the cage. Even though there was a metal barrier between us, it wasn’t enough to prevent me from feeling her. Her warmth. How wet she was. It was more than enough for my cock to try to harden.

“Fuck,” I breathed out.

It was suffocating. Uncomfortable. Getting painful the harder I grew. But I could only get so big. The cage made it impossible to get even half an erection since it was only two or three inches long. I squeezed my eyes shut, filling my head with anything that wasn’t her practically naked body on top of me. I yanked my arms, cursing under my breath when the ropes didn’t budge.

“Well?” she asked, not stopping her movements over my cock. “Are you going to get me off like I want? You do want me to untie you, don’t you?”

“Goddamn it, Talie,” I hissed, unable to concentrate on anything other than her.

“Frustrating, isn’t it?” She leaned down, running her tongue up my throat. “To be so aroused and not able to do a fucking thing about it?”

I blew out a breath. “You have no idea how much more I can do to tease you. But after this, I can promise you’re going to find out.”

“Dirty thoughts? That won’t help your situation right now.”

She was right. Thinking about anything sexual only made it worse. My cock was swelling against the cage, trying to grow. But I couldn’t picture anything else when she was still touching me.

“You like this,” she taunted. “Being tied up.”

I scoffed. “I’m all about kink. But I’ve never been the one tied up. Or had my dick locked up.”

“Well, now you have.”

“Andnowyou’re going to untie me,” I ordered, my gaze cutting to hers. “You had your fun.”

Her smile was all kinds of dirty when she grasped my chin. “The fun is just starting.”

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