“You didn’t.” He raised his eyebrows and held up his phone. With a chuckle, he turned the screen toward me and an app I wasn’t familiar with flashed across it. “There’s a room monitor in here I can turn on and off. I could hear you.” He grinned.
“Well, then you know I didn’t say it. Good for you.” I couldn’t look at him anymore, just pressed my ass tighter against the bars and turned my face toward the floor.
“Fuck,” he whispered, and it was loud as he closed the door. If he noticed the piss, he didn’t say anything about it as he went around to look at my ass. I jumped at the warm touch of his fingers against my crack.
“So sweet, so needy. Do you want your Alpha to fuck you?”
Nodding, I let out a whimper when he slid his fingers between my cheeks to my hole to play with me there, teasing and tickling. My cock strained and slapped against my stomach, leaving a damp precum stain behind.
“And will you listen to your Alpha in the future?”
Not wanting to lie, I only shrugged, and he laughed. “Good enough. God, you’re the perfect mate. Look at you, waiting for me to fill that ass up.” Coolness touched my asscheeks, and I pressed back harder as he slipped lubed fingers into my crack and rested two against my hole. I whimpered and nodded, and he growled. There was no way for me to get more of what I wanted; I had to wait as he played with my ass, stretching me. I tried to cant my hips and present myself higher for him, and he moaned.
“Yes, you want it, don’t you?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, and then couldn’t speak as he rewarded me by curling his fingers in a pulsing rhythm over my prostate. I gasped in a breath and held it, but he stopped, and the sensation that I might come faded away.
“Fuck, say it again,” he demanded.
I shook my head at him, and with a grunt, he spread his fingers in my hole, making me scrabble at the bars under my hands. He dipped his fingers far inside my ass but didn’t rub against my prostate. I tried to fuck myself back, but there was no way for me to do it. He tortured me by dancing all around the spot I wanted pressure, and I was shaking by the time he stopped.
“Keep in place,” he said roughly, and when I glanced over my shoulder, he was naked with his cock in his hand. I licked my lips as he teased his cockhead along my crack. He edged forward and spread my cheeks. Less than a second after he was lined up to my hole, he eased in. The stretch blew my mind, almost a burn but not quite. My muscles fought against relaxing around him as if he’d never fucked me a few days ago, and I shuddered as he slid past my prostate and his hard, fat flesh nudged it, sending a sharp thrill into my abdomen. My cockhead throbbed, and I gripped the bars on either side of my cage.
“Don’t move. Your Alpha has to fill you up. Breed you,” he growled out. I glanced back, and he was gripping the bars on the top of the cage. He slid out and flexed his strong arms, using his hold on the metal to give himself leverage to slam forward. I let out something close to a scream at the brutal sensation. He fucked like I was only there for his pleasure and set up an unforgiving pace. I wanted to jerk off but couldn’t. It took all of my strength to clutch the bars. If I let go, he’d jolt me forward and off his cock, and the pleasure coiling tight in my stomach from the way he fucked me was too amazing to allow it to end.
My mouth fell open on a steady, high-pitched sound I was making, and I was beyond embarrassed but couldn’t stop. Saliva dripped out of my mouth, and I felt disgusting but couldn’t wipe it away. I spit, then gasped as he hammered me even harder.
The cage rattled and slid across the floor, and I pressed back as hard as I could.
Cam let out a deep rumble of approval and rammed me faster, his wide shaft stretching my insides to what felt like the limit. Every drag of the fat crown of his cock back out and then in had my shaft twitching with delight from deep inside where he abused my prostate without mercy. My cockhead tingled and I needed more. I wanted everything from him. And then he stopped pounding and went fast and shallow, not quite deep enough. I went crazy and yelled, trying to get more from him but having nowhere to go. My ass was already pressed tight against the bars.
Cam laughed but then thrust deep again, battering my prostate head-on. I froze as he worked his hips, gasping and twitching as an amazing feeling tightened in my gut, and then I was coming. I watched my cock in awe as it spit cum without anything touching it. The pleasure waves rolled through me and had me yelling and shaking my head. Too good—too much.
“Yes, your Alpha satisfies you, doesn’t he? Take it! Fucking take it all.” He kept hammering at my body with his, and it sent shivers of nearly painful pleasure racking me until he stuffed his cock deep and froze, jerking on the top of the cage so it rattled as he tried to stuff himself the slightest bit deeper. I pushed back, and he let out a happy growl.
When he pulled out, I could tell my hole had taken a beating. It didn’t quite hurt, but it didn’t feel great, either. I collapsed against the bottom of the cage, and the sound of the metal lifting was a good sign, but I was too fucked up to care much about it either way.
Minutes passed while I wallowed in a sex haze. The buildup had been a lot, and I was feeling off—good, but weird. He stepped inside to lift me up. The kisses he pressed to my cheek had me almost dying with the soft, fluttery feeling they sent into my stomach, and he was careful to hold me close as he stepped out of the cage.
“You had to prove your point, didn’t you?” he asked, sounding grumpy, and I smiled as I imagined a wet foot might have caused that tone.
“Deserve it.”
He snorted and didn’t say a word as he carried me out of his sex room. My next stop was the bathtub. He laid me in it, and I felt like a lazy pile of putty as he turned on the warm water and left me to soak. But when he came back carrying my phone, I tried to snap myself out of the odd buzz in my head.
“What?”
Cam had shorts on now, and I didn’t like that. I wanted him naked, too. He held the phone up. “It was ringing. I think it might be your work, because they tried to call twice, and City Hall flashed on the screen.”
“Fuck.” I sat up and my ass ached. I tried to hide my wince but must have failed because Cam let out a soothing sound and brushed my hair off my forehead. I listened to a message from Jaxson, telling me all about a bridge on the east side of New Gothenburg we were going to have to close. We’d apparently just gotten word on an inspection that had been completed this week, and it was bad. He sounded ready to cry as he rambled about how the bridge was the only one from a low-income neighborhood to the rest of the city. The people who lived there needed the bridge to get to work and school, and we’d have to do something.
“Apparently miracle worker has been added to my resumé,” I grumped, my mind already kicking into gear with ways we could get a temporary bridge in place. We’d need to call in more than a few people over the weekend. The cost would be astronomical.
Cam crouched beside the tub with a frown. He took my phone and turned to set it on the counter. “Can’t it wait until Monday?” He stared at me, and I was happy that he cared so much. It was an unusual, nice feeling.
“Not really. I mean, it won’t be fixed by Monday, but we need to do something, or we’ll be adding a huge commute time to a lot of people who can’t afford it.” I shook my head. He reached forward and cupped my cheek. The warm water was still pouring into the tub, and the last thing I wanted to do was leave. “This isn’t me running away. I have to go downtown. Do what I can to start other people solving this issue.”
He gave me a sad smile. “I know.” I wasn’t prepared for the deep satisfaction that rolled through me as he covered my mouth with his and gave me a gentle kiss.
