“So, do you want to know what you have to do to get out of that cage?”
“Fuck yourself,” I grumbled. He really couldn’t keep this up forever, and we both knew it. I leaned back against the side of the cage and tried to get as comfortable as possible while I flipped open the book. I slipped on my glasses and adjusted them just right on my nose.
Cam went over to the curved couch with a Nintendo Switch in his hands, which I hadn’t seen him bring in, and flopped down. He sprawled and spread his legs, airing out the boys. I sighed as I watched him, and he gave himself a squeeze as he winked, and I rolled my eyes.
We ignored each other for a long while, but the coffee smelled good. I sent a glance at him and then set down my book, since I wasn’t taking in a word of it anyway. Orwell never made for light reading. My face blazed with humiliation as I crouched down to suck some coffee through the straw. I figured I didn’t want to do this more than once; Cam was acting like he hadn’t noticed, though I knew damned well he had. I slurped the entire mug of coffee down, then sat back, waiting for the caffeine to hit my system. Humming to myself, I settled down and flipped my book open again.
About twenty minutes later, my mistake became evident as my cock stiffened a little from holding in my piss. I glared at Cam across the room.
It took me clearing my throat twice before he deigned to lift his gaze in my direction. “You really are an ass. I have to go to the bathroom. Let me out.” I punctuated my rant by flicking the lock and letting itclinkagainst the cage.
“Nope.” He pointed at the bowl on the floor and went back to his game with a dismissive snort.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”
“Want to know how you can get out yet?” His lips twisted into a cruel smile, and I considered if I could hurl my book hard enough to seriously wound him.
“You’ll let me out without me performing like a pet!”
He smirked. “Oh really?”
“Goddamn it.” He’d already been balls deep in my ass, so I figured what the hell, slid to the edge of the cage, and yanked down the boxers. If I missed, he got what he deserved. With that thought firmly in my head, I aimed in the general direction of the bowl. I figured it might bring me some justice if I pissed on the floor out of spite, but I did my best and just let loose. The tinkle on the metal was almost musical. It was weird, but doing this—pissing in a spot I shouldn’t inside a house—had me thinking of other animalistic things Cam had done. I was on my way to truly hard by the time I sat down with my book in hand again.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Do you want to know?” he asked, and his voice had dipped low and husky.
Rage hammered away in my chest, and I smacked my book against my knee several times before I spat out, “Tell me.”
“Ask.”
I glared, and he only stared back at me, comfortable and at ease—because he wasn’t fucking stuffed in a cage.
“No.”
He glanced pointedly at my crotch, and I rested my book over my problem.
“Fine. What do you want me to do?”
“Ask nicely.”
My head felt like it was going to explode, and I gripped my hair in both hands, breathing too fast.
He laughed and the sound was like a slap. “Okay, okay, you’re feisty for prey, but that’s why I think you’re going to be such a good mate. One—promise and mean it that you won’t run off without telling me again. I don’t like that.”
My face heated and my stomach ran warm at the possessive tone. After a while my breathing slowed closer to normal, and I nodded. “I can do that. I didn’t realize it would upset you so much.”
“Is that an apology?” Cam leaned toward me and searched my face.
“No, I can do whatever I want. I don’t need to apologize for it.”
He snorted and glanced at the ceiling. After a few long seconds, he slapped his thigh, as if he’d arrived at some decision, and rose. It took him a moment to come over and loom above my cage again. “My pretty little mate, it looks like you want your Alpha. Do you need to be fucked?” He crouched, and I stared at the book on my lap. My body scalded with humiliation. I did want it, but like hell I’d say it. “When you present that ass to me and I’ve fucked it and filled it with my cum, I’ll consider letting you out. You’ll have a reminder of who you belong to stuffed into your ass.”
Snapping my attention to him, I gaped, and my hard-on went from hopeful to nearly painful. I tried to work out whether or not all this owning stuff from him was because he’d paid for me at the Courtesan, but my cock throbbed too much for lengthy philosophical ponderings. Glancing down at my book, which was doing a piss-poor job of keeping my wood under wraps, I tried to stop my hand from trembling. Pretending I was unmoved was a losing battle. I set the book aside and rested my glasses on top of it. After a second I stripped my boxers all the way off and tossed them out of the cage, getting an appreciative growl from Cam. He went to his knees, lust blazing in his brown eyes.
Feeling triumphant, I danced my fingers along my shaft and gave myself a nice little tease of pleasure while he watched. “No, I don’t think I’ll play your game. I’m going to jerk off and you can go fuck yourself.”
He laughed, and that deep, evil sound had me working my shaft at a less than leisurely pace. Resting my head back against the bars, I flexed my hips and toyed with my cockhead, smearing the precum around in a way that had me whimpering.
