Page 32 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

I jerked my head toward the cage in the corner, slightly behind her. “Get in.” She turned her head and gasped audibly. She quickly mastered her emotions and walked over to the small metal cage. She stopped in front of it and ran her finger along one of the bars. The cage was only long enough for her to crawl in on her hands and knees. She could sit or curl up on her side but wouldn’t be able to kneel and certainly not stretch out.

I’d prepped it with a soft mattress on the bottom, delivered by a local pet store this morning. This was about humiliation, not her physical discomfort. Yet.

“In.”

She peered over her shoulder at me, her blue eyes wide and tremulous, the first real sign of emotion I’d seen since opening the door. I raised an eyebrow. “You promised you’d do anything to protect your daughter, and now you think you’re too fucking good to get on your hands and knees and sit where I fucking tell you?”

Sofia turned her head toward the cage and squared her shoulders.That’s my girl.I couldn’t wait to break that iron grip she had on her emotions, the flawless control she exerted over herself and her surroundings.

Her chest expanded, lifting her breasts as she breathed deeply before dropping to her hands and knees. Fuck, she was gorgeous. The round curves of her ass, the dusky rose of her exposed folds, and the tremble she couldn’t hide as she put one hand in front of the other tempted me to drop to my knees and drag her pussy to my mouth. That wouldn’t do at all.

“In,” I snapped. One shaking movement at a time, she crawled into the cage until she was entirely inside. Her naked body jolted when I slammed the door closed.

Quiescent for a moment, on her hands and knees, she shuddered as the reality of her situation sank in. “How long are you going to keep me in here?”

“As long as I want to.”

I settled onto the couch with a book. After a few moments, she sank down like a kitten, her haunches resting on her heels, arms folded under her face. Peering at her over the pages of my book, I debated making her turn around so I could watch her face, but the sight of her glistening pussy, gorgeous and pink, caught my attention instead. Turning the pages, pretending to read, I resisted the urge to walk over and run my finger through the evidence of her desire. She might hate me, but her body had already betrayed her.

I focused on the book in front of me. A few minutes later, I discovered that she’d wiggled around in the cage to face me, her knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around them.

“Did I say you could move?” I asked her, secretly pleased I could now watch her fight her fluster.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” she said, eyes flashing with ire before she contained her emotion again.

I hummed and returned my gaze to my book, pretending to read. After a few seconds, I peeked at my pet. She watched me intently, composed and insipidly pleasant, even though I had her naked and locked up in a cage. Reluctantly, I admired the steel in this woman, the strength and determination it took to present me with a calm façade even though she had to be screaming inside.

After quite some time, her stomach rumbled, and she blushed.

“Sorry,” she whispered, surprising me that the first moment she lacked composure was from hunger.

I stood. “Stay,” I snapped, not that she could have moved, anyway. I should have fed her earlier, but it never crossed my mind. She closed her eyes, feigning sleep, and I left the room to order room service where she wouldn’t hear.

Twenty minutes later, a knock at the door startled her. She opened her eyes, brilliant and trembling, her icy demeanor gone.

“Don’t move, cumslut,” I ordered her. The hotel staff wheeled in a cart. The man’s eyes opened wide when he noticed my kitten sitting in her cage in the corner, flushing with humiliation because he could see her degradation. When his eyes darted to me, I raised an eyebrow. Studioiusly ignoring her, he set out plates on a small table. I tipped him generously, and he left.

When I walked back to the cage, Sofia was shaking violently, struggling to breathe, embarrassed, and no doubt worried about her reputation. She didn’t cry, though. No, my Sofia was made of sterner stuff, and I found myself smiling in anticipation of breaking down those walls, making her pleasure me until she was a sobbing and sniveling mess.

I sat in one of the chairs beside the table, sprawling my legs out, and considered my options. I’d intended to make her eat from my hands, but I could ratchet up her humiliation by taking the pet play a little bit further. Pet play had not previously been my kink, although imagining Sofia on her hands and knees with a bell around her neck, her ass plugged with a tail, had me hard as a rock.

I sliced up a few ounces of steak into small pieces, then added pasta to her plate, finishing it off with a generous serving of sauce. After setting it on the floor in the middle of the room, I tapped on the cage. She looked at me with those wide blue eyes before composing her features back into an icy mask.

“Out,” I snapped, opening the door of the cage. She folded her body onto her hands and knees and crawled out. When her eyes fell on the plate of food in the middle of the room, she winced. “Eat,” I told her, and she tentatively reached out her hand to pick up a piece of pasta. I crouched down and slapped her hand. “No, slut. That’s not how pets eat their food.”

She drew in a shuddering breath as her puzzled gaze met my eyes. “Pets?”

My answering smile was sharp and cruel. “Yes, kitten. You have to earn your humanity back.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, visibly calming herself through her breathing exercises. I admired her determination not to lose her composure. “I’m not hungry,” she said as her stomach growled.

“Eat, or I’ll punish you like the poorly-behaved pet you are.”

Her gaze snapped to mine. I wondered what was running through her mind but ceased to care when she tentatively dipped her head to eat. My body tightened with need as she wrapped her lips around a piece of pasta, struggling not to get sauce on her nose, before lifting her head to chew. Fuck, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

She trembled and shook with every bite, her body flushing with embarrassment as I watched her eat. Sauce covered her nose and chin after a few minutes. Less than halfway through the plate, she pulled back. “I’m finished.”

There was no way this woman was full after the portion she ate. “Finish the plate.”

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