Page 41 of Weston & Cyrus
He was going to come over every Saturday morning?
Wait.
How often was I going to be caged?
“Let’s roll you over so I can check out your other toy.” Cyrus didn’t wait for my brain to catch up to what he’d said before he straightened me. “Keeping you healthy makes me happy, so don’t worry about taking up so much of my time.”
God.
I could feel my face heating up as he picked me up and set me on the bed, but I couldn’t stop it. He kept saying crazy things and the best or maybe worst part was that it all seemed to be genuine. Cyrus didn’t lie well at all and he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Which made the humiliation cycle start all over again.
And the way he spread my legs and put my feet on the mattress didn’t help the situation any.
“Much better.” Spreading my knees wider as I whined, he chuckled. “This reminds me a bit of the medical room at the club. I never understood why people wanted to do scenes in there but it’s becoming clearer.”
Oh shit.
Making him curious was going to give me an orgasm-induced heart attack.
How was it coming this naturally to him?
That probably would’ve popped out of my mouth, but he saved me from myself by shifting the cage and sending pleasure flooding through me. “Tight but you’ve still got good circulation. Nothing is rubbing. It also doesn’t look like you’ve been naughty and tried to play with it because it’s still clean from when I washed you up last night.”
I could feel his breath on me and I knew he had to be leaning over, actually studying the cage and my dick. “I was good.”
He made a soft tsking sound and I pictured him shaking his head as he moved the cage around again. “Try again. You’re naked and spread open for me and I’m clearly in charge for the moment, so how should you have said that?”
I had one lucid moment of realization that he’d arranged this to make sure I couldn’t wake up and panic, but it disappeared in a flash as he gave the cage a tug and sparks of pleasure and something close to pain fired through me. “I’m waiting and it’s just going to make me more creative.”
Poof.
All my brain cells vanished.
“I was your good slut, Sir.” Worrying was overrated when making him happy made us both feel so good.
I’d do it later.
Much later.
After I’d done my best to see what kind of reward I had to earn to feel his cock inside me.
“I didn’t touch the toy or play with it.” Relief and pleasure rushed through me as everything stressful lifted off me, and it felt so incredible I was almost lightheaded. So as the world spun and I pulled my submission over me like a blanket, I relished in being his good boy. “I didn’t hump the bed and…and I came right to the door when I saw the message.”
Master ran his hands down the inside of my thighs and made a pleased sound as he kissed right above my cage. “I’m proud of you. I couldn’t wait to come back and check on my slut thismorning and I’m glad you’ve been good. I like getting to reward you.”
Yes.
Rewards were wonderful.
“I like making you happy.” I’d just never imagined it being so good for both of us. “I want to make you happy now but I don’t remember the plan.”
Yes. I was supposed to tell him what I was thinking.
“I’m glad you confessed that.” It got me another kiss, that time on my inner thigh, and he made a pleased sound. “Once I free your toy so I can decide how I’m going to play with it, I’m going to make you breakfast.”
Play with it?
