Page 36 of Carnal

He licks his lips and clenches his jaw.

"No?" I challenge.

He stays quiet.

"Last chance," I offer.

He shoots me daggers with his glare.

I unclasp the cage then secure it over his erection. When it's in place, I ask, "How does it feel?"

"How do you think?" he barks.

"Aw," I pout. "Is that any way to speak to your Mistress?"

He scowls.

"Do you want me to leave you here for a bit to think about your answer?" I threaten.

He releases an angry breath. "No. I'm sorry, Mistress."

I smile then pat his cheek. "Good boy." I go over to the surround sound then flip to a playlist I know is the type of music Tristano makes his subs dance to. I go over to the pole and mimic all the moves I know turn him on, slowly taking my outfit off.

When his face is red and he's breathing hard, I go over to him, tracing his skin displayed between the metal. I sit on his lap and slide my arm around his shoulders, stroking his scalp. I lean into his ear, "What's wrong, baby?"

"Get this off me, Pina. Let me make you feel good," he states.

"Did you forget who I am?" I remind him.

"I'm not playing your game anymore. Release my dick. Now."

I smile, peck him on the lips, then reply, "Okay. But you have to say the safe phrase."

7

Tristano

My erection fights toescape the cage, but it's impossible. The need to release is so strong that I don't ever remember feeling so desperate to come.

Pina's sexy striptease only makes me want her more. She knows exactly how to dance to showcase all her curves. Like most guys, I'm visual. It doesn't take much to affect me, but watching Pina on stage, utilizing the pole to tease me, then taking off her clothes in the slow fashion I like, is fascinating. It's also made everything about this cage a hundred times worse.

I never knew Pina studied me while I was at the club in the dungeon. Part of me loves that she took an interest. The other side of me curses myself for agreeing to this charade. She knows what she's doing, from the little dose of punishments she gave me right down to the restraints. And Pina has something many dominant men never learn.

She knows how to fuck with your mind.

It's everything I'm into, whether with a sub in a playroom or torturing a man in Papà's dungeon. But this situation is fucked-up. I'm a Dom, not a sub. I'm also a Marino, so this goes against every fiber of my DNA. Marino men take action. They don't allow themselves to be in a helpless situation. So I should quit this now, but my ego won't let me.

Pina gives me a challenging look, waiting for me to say the safe phrase, "I'm a Marino." I have to give her more credit. It's the ultimate mind fuckery. She knew exactly what she was doing using that phrase, knowing I wouldn't be able to cave and say it.

Instead of bowing out, I ask, "What's the fun for you if I can't use my dick?"

She smirks then shifts on my lap until she's straddling me. The faint scent of her arousal flares in my nostrils, and I groan inside. All I've thought about since I saw her in her leather outfit was eating her pussy.

She releases the wrist restraints and slides her arms around my shoulders. I palm her ass and tug her closer with my forearm. Her lips twitch, her expression turns innocent, and she chirps, "I haven't given you your lap dance yet. That's what you like, correct?"

My pulse increases. I can't deny my love for them. And a woman like Pina... well, shit. After last night, she became my dream woman. But the way she just moved her body during her striptease solidified it. Now, I'm kicking myself for never noticing it all these years.

Still, I haven't forgotten the cock cage around my most precious commodity. I demand, "Take it off and let me show you some new tricks."

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