“You do that and I still won’t let you out.” But he stared, and the pole in his boxers didn’t lie about what I did to him. The power of having caused that reaction in a man like Cam had me moaning.
“You can’t keep me here,” I whispered. “Or you won’t get to have me.” I spread my legs as far as I could, and he sucked in a sharp breath.Didn’t think about that, huh? Jackass.
“You don’t have anywhere to be till Monday, right? I can and will.” He glanced pointedly at the bowl on the floor, and I thought about other things I might need to do between now and getting ready for work on Monday. Yeah, that wouldn’t be pleasant.
Sucking in a deep breath, I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip hard. I played with the head of my cock until my thighs shook, and Cam let out a sound that was nearly encouraging but also frustrated.
“Stop that. You’re supposed to come for me, not yourself.”
“Make me, and trust me, I am going to come for you. I’m going to come thinking about you in my ass. In my mouth. All the things you could have been doing if you hadn’t shoved me in a fucking cage.” I opened my eyes to glare at him, and his face was red, like he hadn’t expected any pushback. Well, fuck him for that, too.
Evil joy compelled me to spread my legs wider. I shoved my feet against the corners of the cage and used the bars to hold my weight while I lifted my ass in his direction, letting him see what he couldn’t get from out there. Swallowing hard, I tugged faster, speeding toward my release.
Cam climbed to his feet and scowled down at me with his arms crossed, and that pushed me over the edge. He looked so fucking “owned,” and I’d done that. I’d pissed him off. I came—quick and dirty—dotting cum over my lower stomach in a few harsh spurts. The rest of my jizz dribbled down my fist. I lowered my feet to get more comfortable and smirked at him. Something took me over, a filthy part of me I’d never really explored, and I licked the cum off my knuckles.
“Coulda had it,” I said when I was finished, and stuck my tongue out at him.
He laughed and grabbed his Switch. On his way out of the room, he turned off the regular lights and flipped on the red one, which left everything feeling strange. The curtains had been drawn over the windows and it was dark and surreal, with only that hellish glow sending stripes of shadows over my flesh. He slammed the door closed, and the unmistakable sound of a lock sent shivers over my skin and gave me goose bumps. My cum cooled quickly and got sticky. I thought about trying to take a nap, but there was no way to get comfortable in the cage. It was just small enough I’d have to curl up to attempt sleep, and the bars on the bottom didn’t yield at all to my weight.
It didn’t take me long to realize I’d fucked up.
Time crawled by like an elderly snail. I began to watch the door and tense every few seconds, certain I’d heard him on the other side. Shaking my head at myself, I tried to read, but the light was awful and I gave up fast. The bars dug into my ass and back, and while I’d felt very clever earlier, now I was already wishing I’d done what he’d said. My satisfaction with telling him to fuck off was short-lived in the face of the crick in my neck and the ache of the bruise I was suspecting he’d laid on my ass. I pressed the spot on the nape of my neck where he’d marked me against the cool bars, and my cock twitched to life at the resulting dull pain. I shivered and wished I hadn’t tossed the boxers, then sighed at the empty mug of coffee. I picked up my book and stared at it without seeing the words, and eventually tossed it out of the cage in frustration.
There was no way I was calling for him.
None.
Time dragged by and I swore it was going backward. Minutes or hours passed, I wasn’t sure which.
My stomach grumbled, but worst of all my cock chubbed up again, thinking about what he wanted me to do. I could only assume he wanted me to stick my ass against the bars for him like some animal in heat, ready to be fucked. I rubbed my hands over my face and bumped my glasses.No, I won’t do that.
More time dragged by, and I growled.
What the fuck is the safeword?Cockroaches? But like hell I’d do that—give in. Out of spite, I tipped the bowl of piss over and watched the liquid spread everywhere. I knew I’d pay for that eventually, but that was what he got. I inspected the cage and rattled the top, but it wasn’t going anywhere. The bars were constructed out of thick, rounded black metal, and I couldn’t begin to get the leverage in here I might need to attempt anything that would free me.
More time went by and I had to pee again, and the smell from the first time I’d done it was getting to me, but that was my fault. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t spilled it everywhere. I sighed and reached out, setting the bowl upright again, and then pissed in it.
Was there even a way to get out of this without following his orders? When my bladder was empty my cock stiffened in my hand, harder than ever as I thought about Cam and how strong he was and how hard he liked to fuck me. He’d caught me in here and I had nowhere to go. What should I say to get him back in the room?
Furious that I was thinking of giving in already, especially considering I hadn’t agreed to this, I growled to myself. I didn’t want to talk about anything we were doing enough to have a real discussion about it. I liked the impulsiveness of it all, something I’d never had in the past. I liked how raw everything was when we were together, and how Cam let his instincts dictate his actions.
But now my stupid ass was sitting in a cage with a dick that wanted more than my hand, and piss stench hanging over everything. Sighing, I turned and pointed my ass to the side of the cage where there wasn’t a puddle of piss on the floor. I felt obscene and strangely powerful as I tilted my ass high in the air and pressed it against the bars, moving so there were two cold stripes—one on each asscheek—biting at my skin. I wanted him to have access to my hole, so I moved until it seemed like I had it positioned directly between the two bars. I rested my forehead on my crossed arms.
“Cam?” I yelled.
Nothing.Unease slithered through my gut. Had I made him so angry that he left the house? My heart raced.
“Cam?”
No response.Not even feet on the other side of the door. But then I remembered the room was soundproofed and my stomach dropped. He couldn’t hear me out there. When would he come back? Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, and I sniffled, feeling pathetic. The crash from feeling like I owned the world, even in the cage, to being lonely had my throat tight on the inside. I’d liked how Cam had taken care of me last night, and maybe if I hadn’t… left without a word on Monday, I would have had that all week. Glancing around the cage, I snorted. Fucked-up as it was, I’d be lying to myself, and the way my cock was ready for anything, if I didn’t admit I liked something about this. Being forced to be ready, waiting, stopgoing, going, going, to exist only for my Alpha’s pleasure….
“Alpha?” I called, hoping beyond hope maybe he’d hear me.
Nothing.I shook my head and decided to just stay put. He’d probably come back soon. But it turned out I must have really pissed him off because I was stiff and my knees ached by the time the door opened again. The relief that pounded through me as sunlight streamed in from outside was almost as good as an orgasm. Cam inhaled and groaned as he stalked into the room.
“Oh, that’s fucking pretty.”
“What if I’d used the safeword?” I snapped at him, but I didn’t move a muscle out of position.
