He could orgasm within the cage? How interesting, she thought as she watched his cock twitch against the wires. Those squares of engorged flesh made her mouth water, and she dreamed of licking the pressed pattern away until his seed overflowed in her mouth.
Part of her wanted to open those wires and press his cock into her thighs, her belly, her mouth, her cunny, her arse, anywhere to get the weight of him against her and his essence on her. In her. But he seemed to be so enjoying this that she didn’t want to snatch pleasure away too soon, just as he didn’t throw the High Buckthorn from his place at her cunny.
“You’ve been a very good boy tonight, Adam,” she said, her voice still slightly scratchy from the hard use by Thorncock.
Adam gripped the armrests of his chair. “Don’t say that, Lucy. I’m too hot for you and I’ll blow inside this cage, I’m warning you.”
The strain in his voice warmed her heart, and she found she wanted him to lose control despite his best efforts. Wanted to overpower the restraint she’d asked him to wear and explode before her and the remaining Grand Bucks because of the power of her seduction.
“You’re already so wet though,” she said, working her thumbs into his straining thigh muscles. “It would be nothing to allow yourself to release.”
Adam threw back his head, panting.
“Why, I’d hardly notice.”
“I can’t disappoint you, love.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be disappointed at all. I want to see you fight that cage because your little cock wants to see me so badly.”
It was a farce; Adam’s cock was a thick club, but she could tell that he loved hearing it diminished by the way his legs shook while seated.
“Please, Lucy,” he begged. “I’m trying to be good for you. I want to be good.”
He pleaded as if powerful men he’d once dreamed of impressing with his wealth and influence weren’t in the room, watching their every move. In this room of the most elite men in the land, she reigned supreme. She could barely hold in her triumphant smile; she may have been on her knees taking a cock, but she’d never felt taller. Or wetter. And in surrendering to Lucy, Adam was becoming more free.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Adam,” she said, licking her lips suggestively. “And now it’s time for your reward.”
Lucy placed her hands on his biceps to brace while being pounded from behind and dipped her head to lick Adam’s caged cock from head to base.
He yelled, his leg muscles tightening as he sought to avoid bucking the metal contraption into her teeth. Tears formed in his eyes; release was imminent.
In his lap was Lucy’s head, the precious curls at her nape displayed, but he couldn’t move his arms to touch them for fear it would upset her balance. He found this to be the most painful restraint of all, an absolute torture that made the cage seem insignificant in comparison. Adam couldn’t go the rest of his life without twining his fingers in those wisps; he’d rather live his life in a medieval chastity cage than do without them.
And then she turned her head so he could see her little tongue poking between the wires to prod his restrained cock and wet each straining square of flesh.
“Lucy, oh no, I’m going to—”
“Yes, darling,” she said, her voice low and sweet and encouraging. “Let it happen.”
His orgasm wasn’t so much a gentle happening as an accidental explosion of gunpowder, his shaft pressed so pleasurably against those wires and Lucy’s tongue, his sack shooting forth ropes of seed that dripped from his cage until his love scooped some into her mouth and began pressing it back into his cockhead.
“Goddamn, Lucy!” he cried, his balls trying to send forth everything within for the chance to get it into his love. And he did. He loved her. Needed her. And he found that his thoughts similarly had to explode, so they might enter her as well.
“I love you, Lucy,” he said, easing her tongue from his pained, spent cock. “I really do.”
At first, her expression was confused, as if she hadn’t heard him or heard him incorrectly. And then her eyes closed in pleasure and she rested her head against his left thigh as she took the High Buckthorn’s thrusts while Adam finally stroked those curls at her nape.
“I love these, too,” he breathed.
And that was what made her break at last, his tender caress as she took another man’s cock. It was shocking to believe that Adam loved her, could love her after such a brief acquaintance, but it couldn’t be impossible because she felt the same way.
When she came, it was like her spine rearranged as every part of her felt the pleasure of being thoroughly adored. She wished it was Adam’s cock filling her and making her channel shiver, but she knew his time would come soon enough. They had unfinished business, and she meant to finish it properly.
Chapter 8
“You’re licking me sowell,” Lucy moaned while gripping the squabs of Adam’s plush carriage.
He had dressed her in the Forest — in a charmingly awkward way that showed he’d never been a lady’s maid — and whisked her into his lacquered vehicle before tossing up her skirts and diving into her well-used cunny.
