Caged (5 page)

Before returning, he circled his cock, rolling the silver
balls all around the stretched entrance to her slit. Slowly he retraced his way
until he bottomed out. This time the studs marked her walls as they traveled
through her pussy.

“Max!” was all she could manage to say.

“You enjoy my magic cross, baby girl?” he queried with a
knowing grin she’d laugh over later.

“Yes! Oh yes!”

“I love the way your pussy tightly grips me as I slide
through your wet heat.”

“Please lover, please,” she begged because he wasn’t moving.

“You eager for more?” Max queried after pressing a kiss to
her slightly parted lips. His touch left her wanting more.

“Please, give it all to me.”

“You want this?” The pace he set was only slightly faster,
which drove her nuts.

Opening her eyes, she locked gazes with her lover. The
strain of trying to hold off his climax was obvious, but she didn’t know what
to do to shake his control. His possession was complete.

With his third stroke she shivered and her pussy pulsated
around his cock. He owned her pleasure and she wanted it no other way.

Relaxing back into his care brought her orgasm to the
surface with his sixth deep thrust. She experienced each inch of him passing
through her pussy and screamed with pleasure when he pushed for a bit more at
the end.

With each squeeze from her slit, he groaned. For a moment
she believed the strength of her orgasm might be hurting him. Maybe, similar to
her, his emotions were riding close to the surface.

Finally, he lost control over his measured movements. He
never fully pulled his cock out of her. Only a few inches were pulled free
before he thrust back inside. With one thrust, Max sent her right back to
mindlessly swimming in a pool of lust.

This was possession in the purest sense. She was enthralled
by him and wanted to taste his type of love over and over again. The man filled
her up completely.

She took a great deal of pleasure in knowing she was able to
have him riding close to the edge, grunting loudly with each plunge. It made
her even hotter and eager to reach out for more of their connection.

The force of his fucking was intense. He placed his arms
beneath her and used his hands to hold and brace her shoulders. The grip he had
on her ensured she couldn’t move away. She didn’t want to, but she needed to
get more leverage. She lifted her legs from around his waist until her feet
pushed against his hips. The change in position helped her thrust up against him,
taking him even deeper than before.

One, two hard thrusts and he started to come. Max put a hand
on her hip and held her pressed to the floor. He fucked in and out of her,
scrubbing his pelvis over her clit and had her slit pulsating around his cock.

When he collapsed on her, she wrapped her arms and legs
around him, squeezing him, everything she was feeling racing wildly through
her. This man was one she didn’t ever want to let go.

They lay on the floor before the fire for some time.

Gabby must have dozed because the next thing she knew they
were in his bed, beneath the duvet and he was curled up behind her. One hand
carefully held a breast while a thumb rested just over her nipple. His other
arm was beneath her head, acting as her pillow.

They were curled up as if they were a couple who had known
each other forever. Noticing his body alternated between tense and relaxed, she
wondered if he was fighting the pull to fall asleep. His breathing pattern said
it was a losing battle.

“You’ll stay won’t you? Be here in the morning?” The
questions were quietly murmured—she almost missed them.

“Yes, I’ll be here,” Gabby whispered, sure she’d remember
this moment forever. She’d hold the memory close to her heart. As his body
relaxed, he showed her how vulnerable he was with her. Knowing he could let go
with her in his arms made her happy.

With a satisfied smile, Gabby allowed her mind to drift away
and she fell asleep.

“Are you sure about tonight, Gabby?” Max needed to be
absolutely positive she wanted to be there in the club. She was the one with
niggling doubt they’d be all right after bringing their kinky preferences into
their budding relationship. His feelings for her would be the same no matter
where they were. In the end, he respected her, wanted their relationship to
grow and was prepared to take each step with great care.

He would do whatever she wanted with all the passion he had
for her, but with concern for the future as well.

“I’m sure, Max…wait. We should stick to our pseudonyms and club
keys while here. I want things to be the same as when we first met. What’s
happened here has played a part in what drew me to you.”

“Let’s treat tonight as if it were any of our other
encounters. Strangers who get off together and afterwards we can talk. Sound
all right?” He was fine as long as they both were able to get what they wanted
out of the night. The big picture was to reintroduce them as a couple to the
place where their kinkier needs were met.

“I think it’s perfect,” she affirmed with a smile. The mere
lift of her lips gave him a great deal of comfort they were headed in the right
direction.

“Then let’s start,” he offered with what he knew was a
wicked grin. Once he received her nod of approval, Max took a few steps back
and the game began.

“Here to play, Cassandra?”

Laughter threatened to spill out and he held it back. His
main goal was to remain calm, cool and in control, but it was fun playing games
with his woman. Not easy, but he had to do it while ensuring they were both
satisfied and their budding relationship was kept on track.

She looked entirely different from how she had before and he
found it enticing. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun with a few strips
dangling along the side. She had a single black tie, loosely knotted and hanging
from around her neck. The silk strip dipped and got lost in the deep cleavage
of her bare breasts. Eventually the fabric ended in an arrow erotically
pointing toward her bellybutton.

Outside the club, the woman he dated was someone different.
In the real world they had a satisfying vanilla relationship. In Succulent, she
was sexy in her pseudo-naughty secretary attire and he couldn’t wait to get
their night started.

His gaze continued from a teeny-tiny black skirt down her
legs and stopped. She wore a pair of shiny black pumps. The heels were at least
four inches high. Max was sure his tongue was hanging out with horny lust.

Shit, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her! They were at
Succulent to play and that was exactly what they were going to do.

“Yes, Sir, I am. Are you free?” She lifted her wrist,
showing she had her club key clearly stating her preferences.

Without pulling his gaze from hers, he took his keycard out
of his pocket and handed it to her. He wanted to play by his list and would
wait to hear what she had to say. They’d agreed to meet at the club as two
people in a developing relationship, but she didn’t know what he’d written on
his key. He’d put down a few things he wanted to try with her and hoped he
hadn’t gone too far.

His cock pulsed, tightening the flesh around his piercings
as he watched her read. The stiffness ignited his hunger. He wanted to start
fucking her divine cunt immediately, but he’d wait.

“I’m good with what you’ve listed.” She smiled and handed it
back. He was thrilled to know she wasn’t turned off by any of his kinkier
preferences. Later he might add to it but for the moment, he was ready to get
started.

“Then shall we move on to one of the private rooms?”

With a nod, Gabby led the way toward the guarded doorway.
Henry was on the door with his clipboard in hand. Max nodded to the man as he
paused to see what rooms were available.

“Evening. Is five open?” He went with the safe bet and chose
the one they’d occupied before. The woman at his side had been pleased with the
room and he didn’t see a reason to change.

“No, it’s been reserved for the night, but seven is free.”

“Are you okay with the room?” They were similar, but Max
needed to make sure she was looking for the same thing he was. He’d been going
for the swing, but a taste of the cage was something he believed she wanted as
well. She’d expressed a need to be secured during conversations they’d had
about what she was looking to try. Being secured wasn’t simply bondage, but a
desire to be confined. He hoped it was true, but wouldn’t let it hold them
apart if it turned out not to be her thing.

“Yes, I know it and I’m fine with what it has to offer.”

“Good. Henry, we’ll have seven for the rest of the night.”
Maybe she’d tried a cage before. Mentally he crossed his fingers. Such tight
confinement was his top choice of kink. Well, top if bondage and toys were
thrown in the mix.

He opened the door to their room and stood to the side,
giving her space to pass. He wanted inside her tight grip, sliding through her
moist heat, fucking her until she couldn’t handle anymore. But he didn’t want
to push her too fast. His reward for enticing her to beg him to fuck her helped
clinch the hold he had on his control.

Closing the door behind them, they both stood staring at the
cage. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned back against the wall and
started as he meant to finish. The tone and stance he chose were firm of
purpose and voice. He was the one in charge of their night’s events. There was
no rush to be done quickly.

“You’ve been a naughty girl today,” he told her in a firm
yet quiet tone.

“Yes Sir.”

“Need your ass spanked.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Hmmm, I think you sound too eager. This is supposed to be a
punishment. Crawl into the cage and close the door.” She looked slightly confused.
Maybe she’d expected him to bring her over his lap, swat her backside a few
times then they’d fuck. Not quite how he viewed the night progressing.

Without word or delay, she turned away from him and
gracefully slipped to her knees. After a few seconds she slowly moved across
the wood floor. Gabby was pure seduction. Her silky white ass swayed
delightfully with each move. The swishing called for him to come closer and
stroke the tempting flesh.

He would, soon, but not yet.

When one knee went forward her ass cheeks split and the
tempting back crease held his focus. For a second his gaze slipped down and his
breath locked in the back of his throat. Max couldn’t look away from each
tempting glimpse of her pink, puffy cunt he was given.

She backed into the cage, closed the door and, without
raising her eyes, waited for him.

The steel-barred box was short and narrow. Even someone as
tiny as her wouldn’t be able to turn around easily, nor could she sit up.
Corrugated metal made up the floor and the bars were spaced five, maybe six
inches apart. There was also a metal circular opening, wide enough for a cock
to slip through on each end. It wasn’t a comfortable cage; then again, it
wasn’t meant to be.

Walking over to the side table, he picked up a lock and
pulled the key out. Not wanting to lose it, he set it back down. He made his
way to the cage, placed the padlock through the two hooks and snapped the lock
shut. He watched gooseflesh flash across her skin. She was as excited by what
the cage offered as he was.

“Cassandra, are your safe words still ‘carrot’ for stop and
‘train’ to hold?” The words were her safety net and important for him to
remember.

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you want to use either one?”

“No Sir, I most definitely don’t.”

“Ah, I see.” He smiled and decided it was time for the game
to start in earnest.

Kneeling down in front of the box, he looked at her closely.
His lover was willingly locked in the cage. Seeing her there had his cock
hardening even further.

He’d used this piece of sex furniture less than a handful of
times. With each experience he’d gained a great deal of pleasure from trapping
a woman to serve his needs. However, despite his past experiences, having this
woman inside a cage was more intense than any other.

Not wanting to delay another moment, he stood up and went
back to the table. Pulling open a drawer, he looked over various dildos, plugs
and beads. Picking up a hot-pink, slim aluminum dildo, he rolled it between his
hands and slipped it in his pocket. Next he picked up a blindfold and a few
buckle straps.

Making his way back to Gabby, he laid the thick lengths of
leather over the top of the cage and caught her looking up at them. Good, she
was wondering what was going to happen next.

Reaching through the bars, he placed the blindfold on first.
Her breathing sped up.

“You all right, Cassandra?” His heart was pounding alongside
hers. Her excitement was a spectacular sight to behold. While she fed his lust
even further, he needed to hear her confirmation.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted in a breathy voice.

“Good.” Going back down to his knees, mirroring her
position, he brought her hands closer together. He wrapped one of the straps
around her wrists and the bars. Finally he closed the buckle on the leather
belts, ensuring her hands couldn’t move from where they rested together on the
floor of the cage. The position of her hands pressed her arms against either
side of her big breasts, pushing the mounds close together, leaving the hard
red tips fully exposed.

Rewarding his patience in positioning her, he gave each
nipple a good pinch. In return, he was treated to a gasp exploding from between
her parted lips. Smiling at her, he imagined her pussy was damp and throbbing
with need. Soon enough he’d experience her wet slit.

Once he moved to the other end of the cage, he pulled the
dildo out of his pocket and started rolling it between his hands. He wanted to
warm the toy up before he slid it into her pussy. Holding it in one hand, he
reached out with the other and dipped a fingertip between her lower folds.

“You have a nice and wet, simply divine cunt, baby girl. Do
you want something to fill you, maybe fuck you?”

“Y-yes Sir,” she murmured. Joy seeped inside him as he tuned
into the need in her voice.

“Hmmm,” Max added another finger and watched as she rocked
back and forth over them, taking what she needed to come. He hadn’t planned for
her to get off quickly and pulled his fingers free. Sucking her sweet honey
from his fingers, he tried to keep from laughing when she leaned her head
against the cage and groaned at the loss.

The taste of her was lush, all woman.

Without any warning, he placed the end of the thin dildo at
the entrance of her pussy and slowly pushed it in. The toy easily slipped in
with the help of its diminutive size and her moist channel.

Gabby spread her legs as far as they’d go in the limited
space in the cage. Either she would take whatever he gave her and more, or the
move was all need-driven. He kept the pace slow and steady, with the slim
object constantly in motion. When she started to rock her body over the toy,
stretching for the tempting release the dildo offered, he pushed the faux rod
in farther and held it still.

Moaning, a desperate need rolling through him at the sight
of her writhing in the cage, he knew she was on the brink of coming. Only now
she was left waiting for a few more strokes to bring her off. While her mind
was surely occupied, he abandoned the dildo and worked quickly to bring her
ankles together by wrapping them with the other leather strap and buckled it
closed.

Resting on his heels, the white cap of the dildo between her
thighs and pussy lips showed. She made a beautiful picture of passion held in a
waiting position and it was enticing. The slender item buried in her tightened
grip would keep her hovering close to a climax.

He wanted her to feel the bite of hunger for a while longer.

Max stood up and moved back to take in the big picture. She
was simply stunning. Once his shirt was off, he unbuckled his belt and
unfastened his pants, letting them fall open. Taking his hard-on in hand, he
realized how close to climaxing he was himself. Droplets of cum left the crown
damp and the strength of his erection was enough to leave the flesh surrounding
his piercings throbbing for attention.

As quietly as possible, he walked over to kneel before her
face. He stroked his length while looking at her tied up, panting and locked
within the cage.

Gabby looked lost in her own world, one where she was
trapped and unable to come, see or move. It was one of, if not the most, erotic
moments he’d ever experienced. She was his to play with until they were both
fulfilled.

He knew the instant she became aware of his presence. Her
head lifted and tilted, as if listening to something. She moved and used her
forehead to find the opening in the cage.

“Please, please Sir, may I suck your cock until you come?”

“Why?” It was what he wanted, but he tried a delaying
tactic.

“I want to taste you again.”

Shit! She had him there. Gabby opened her mouth in an “O”
shape.

There was only one thing he could do when offered such a tempting
picture.

After he put on a condom, he shifted forward. He placed the
crown of his cock on her tongue and had to grab hold of the cage for balance
when she took him in her mouth. Her lips closed around his length, covering the
piercings, and he grew closer to the point of coming. Her cheeks hollowed from
the fierce pressure she used on him.

Despite her being tied up in the cage, he was the captive.

Using the tip of her tongue, she circled and teased the
rubber-covered silver balls. Pre-cum slipped down around his cock’s crown. The
muscle twined around his rod and his mind swirled as if moving down a drain.
Madness pushed his plan to the side and encouraged him to reach out for
release. He wanted to stop playing and grab hold of the climax and enjoy the
ride.