The thought makes my back arch, and I strum my clit faster.
He leans forward, his free hand gripping the edge of the cage. The noise makes my body jolt, but I don’t stop. He groans; anger and lust are clearly evident on his expression.
I love watching him. The sight is enough to push me close, but then he moans my name and it’s my undoing.
My body writhes and my legs tremble and finally I explode, every nerve ending igniting at once. The sensation is almost too much for me to take, but now that I’ve fallen, I can’t stop myself.
We cum together. Thick streams of his cum splash on my thigh, marking me, claiming me as his. The action only heightens the waves of pleasure rolling through my body. I try to keep my eyes on his, but my body tightens with a heated paralyzing pleasure that I can’t control, and I throw my head back.
I try to breathe, but it gets caught in my lungs. Finally, I scream his name, loving the sweet tingling sensation ricocheting through my body.
My limbs sag against the blanket and he groans, forcing the last of his orgasm out. My eyes are heavy, but I look down and see the evidence.
My middle finger slides along my thigh and wipes up some of his cum.
I can’t help the smile on my face as I slip my finger into my mouth and suck. My eyes are locked with his.
He tastes sweeter than I thought he would, with just a hint of saltiness. I fucking love it. So good. I wipe more of his cum off of my thigh and savor it. I feel smug that his plan backfired, and I’m still safe in my cage.
“When you finally come out of there,” he says, and the anger comes back into his voice as he tucks his dick back into his jeans. It’s still partially hard and I find my legs clenching with the sweet sensation of desire shooting through me as he continues, “You’re getting punished for this, princess.”
It takes a moment to register what he’s saying. Instead of fearing the implications, I’m curious. I want to know. Is he going to spank me? Fuck me rough? My eyes roll back in my head and I relax on the blanket, wondering what he’s going to do to me.
I hear the door close, and the soft beep… and then the moans of the television. I weakly turn my head and then let anger rise inside of me, groaning with frustration.
He left the fucking TV on.
Chapter 19
Gio
My blood rings with desire for her as I collapse into one of my kitchen chairs. I can’t think or concentrate on anything, and I’m not even sure how I ended up in the kitchen.
I can’t get the image of her cumming out of my mind. Her perfect body, her full lips, her moans fill me with such intense desire. Though I didn’t touch her, it was still the sexiest thing I’d ever been involved with.
The tension between us was incredible. As I stroked my cock and she watched, fucking her own pussy, I knew that she was mine. I can still feel the post-orgasm bliss as I sit here, slowly coming back to myself.
Grace is a dirty fucking girl, and now I’m sure of it. She’s a fucking freak, and I’m going to bring the slut out of her. That was a good start, but there’s so much more work to be done.
I’m going to make her my fuck slave. Once she gets a taste of my thick cock buried deep inside that greedy little pussy, she’ll know she’s mine. There won’t be any other way. Once I make her back arch, her muscles clench, and her nipples hard, she’ll be begging for more and more and more.
And I’ll give it to her. I’ll be good to her. I’ll give her everything.
I finally get my shit together and stand. I glance at the clock and begin to prepare her dinner. I decide to make her something special, so I drink some whisky as I cook.
Duke comes into the room and watches me, head cocked, tail wagging.
“We’re close, boy,” I say to him, tossing him some scraps. He catches them, tail wagging. “She’s driving me insane. That dirty fucking girl. She pretends to be all broken and innocent, but now I know better. Now I know what she’s really like.”
I go back to cooking, shaking my head. Listen to me, talking to my fucking dog. I must be really losing it over this girl. Duke eventually leaves the kitchen, heading back to lounge on his bed while I put the final touches on her meal.
A beautifully seared steak sits on top of buttery, garlicky mashed potatoes. French-style green beans sit to the side; French-style basically just means they were cooked in a shitload of butter. The delicious smell rises up to me, and I know she won’t be able to resist this.
It’s been two hours since I was last in there, and my cock is already stirring at the thought of going into her room. Watching her touch herself--that was just the start.
I’m going to get more, and soon.
The door clicks open, and I step into her room. I glance around at the space, smiling to myself at all of the luxuries I’ve provided her with. My gaze ends up on Grace hiding in her cage, the porn still playing in the background.
