Page 39 of Weston & Cyrus
Weston
“I’m gonna kill him. It’s fucking seven in the morning. No one will convict me.” I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could hide his body. He was too big to carry down the stairs, but I could look really pathetic and innocent in court.
Focusing on how I was going to make that work, I stumbled through my apartment and threw open the door. “What?”
He simply stepped forward, raising one eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe. “First, I know you understand the basics of public. The most important part being…don’t answer the door naked.”
Naked?
I finally looked down at myself.
Naked.
Caged.
I clenched.
No plug.
I managed to step back so he could come inside and close the door, but that was where my brain kind of stopped working. “You texted and knocked and I came to the door.”
For fuck’s sake.
“Second, is that how you greet your Dom when I’m only over here this early because you demanded it?” Cyrus waited in silence as I groaned.
I’d done this to myself.
God.
“It.” Pausing, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as the previous night came rushing back. “It seemed important at the time.”
He’d been fucking with me for hours at that point, rubbing the tip of my dick through the cage and running his hands over me as we watched the stupid explosion movie.
It was something about a foreign war, so not the good kind of explosions, but I had no idea what he’d turned on.
“I know. That’s why I was very nice and agreed to come over first thing and take off your cage.” His tone was technically polite but I could hear a bit of aduhin it, and that made me want to blush and squirm even more. “Because do you get to touch the cage?”
Swallowing, I shook my head but couldn’t manage to actually open my eyes yet. “No, Sir.”
The Sir part had him making a pleased sound, which sent a shiver through me and had my dick trying to get hard in the cage.
Yep, I was definitely caged.
“Well, at least you’re starting to remember your manners.” Something dangerous in his tone made me shiver because it felt like I was waiting for the other very sexy shoe to drop. “I’ll haveto decide what to do about the way you opened the door in just a minute.”
Fuck.
Was he trying to scare me or make me hard?
I couldn’t tell and that made it all even more erotic, which made the cage tighter and made my ass clench remembering how good the plug had felt.
“Thank you for coming over to help me, Sir.” What else might fix the situation? “I haven’t touched the cage.”
I hadn’t been awake long enough to notice it’d been on, but I wasn’t going to volunteer that part.
His soft chuckle made me think he’d realized that too, but he didn’t call me out on it. “Let’s go check your hole again and then we’ll see about taking off that cage.”
Shit.
