“Just because you are doesn’t mean I’m not,” I reminded him, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.
Cory frowned, pouting at me with a sparkle of mischief in the depths of his blue eyes.
“Did you want me to lock you up before I go?” I asked, glancing at my watch to check the time. I had to leave in five minutes, and I still didn’t have my shoes on.
He hummed, lashes fluttering at the thought.
“You do, don’t you?”
His pupils dilated into massive black pools, and the tip of his tongue worried a spot on the corner of his lower lip.
“I’m probably already too hard to fit,” he said, shoving down his pants to show me his quickly thickening cock.
“Better hurry and get it locked up then, or you’re going to be in a lot of pain when I have to force you into that cage.”
Cory groaned and yanked open the toy drawer, digging around until he found the cage in question. Even though it had been months since he’d locked himself for me, I still wore the key on a chain around my neck. It dangled out of my shirt when I bent down to tie my sneakers, and I looked up to find myself eye level with Cory fighting his swollen cock into the device.
Finally, he managed it, and I got close enough that he could use the key on my necklace to lock himself in without me needing to take it off. I rocked backward and smiled at the sight of his constrained erection. Then, for good measure, I leaned in close and took him into my mouth. Precum leaked from his slit,and Cory grabbed my hair with a curse, trying to fuck his nub of a dick into my throat. He barely reached the back of my tongue like this.
“I have to go to work,” I said, kissing the top of the cage before pushing into a standing position. With my stare steady on his face, I tucked him back into his pants.
“I should lock you up too,” he said, making heart eyes down at my nearly full hard-on.
“You should have.” I took his face into my hands and kissed him hard on the mouth, loving the way his dominance toned down just barely when he was in chastity. It was moments like these when I recognized the cyclical nature of our relationship, how the dominance and the submission were always there in equal measure, split between us in varying degrees. “But I have to go now, or I’ll be late.”
“Quit your job,” he suggested.
I laughed.
“I love my job,” I told him. “I love you, but I have to go. Call Kale back if you want. Let him know what happens when his best friend gets too horny and tries to make me late for work.
Cory’s cheeks flushed a violent shade of pink.
“Be good while I’m gone,” I added, kissing him again. “Don’t wait up for me. I’ll take care of you when I get home, either way.”
He swayed on his feet, nodding.
“I love you too, darling,” he whispered, voice cracking on the endearment.
CHAPTER 3
Cory
If someone had toldme this time last year that I’d be madly in love with a man I willingly—gleefully—let lock my dick in a cage, I’d have told them they were fucking nuts. But the only crazy one was me. I managed to get a bit of sleep but had set my alarm for when Reese got off shift. Though sometimes it was nice to wake up to the feeling of him sliding inside me, I wanted to be awake tonight.
My poor cock tried and failed to get hard. I’d played around with chastity before, but it felt different when Reese locked me away. It was more real. Nothing Reese and I did felt pretend. There were no masks between us, no scripts to read from. We were just two men, kinky, and in love. The cage on my cock made me feel like it was Reese holding me, enclosing me. Keeping me.
I texted Reese when he got off work, asking him to hurry, but telling him to drive safe. I was a slut, but I was a safety-conscious slut. I wanted him home in one piece so he could fuck me stupid.
Reese didn’t text back until he was home.
I just pulled up. You better be ready for me.
Dropping my phone, I rolled over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand. Squirting a generous amount onto my fingers, Ipositioned myself on all fours and reached around, plunging my fingers into my hole.
Footsteps approached and I fingered myself faster, hissing through the slight burn as I went from two fingers to three, stuffing them as deep as they would go. A belt buckle clinked. Leather whooshed out of belt loops. I would know that sound anywhere.
“Please, Reese,” I begged him for it. “It’s been forever.”
