“Hello, princess,” I say to her.
“Are you here to punish me?” she asks with a slight smile. She’s breathing heavy and lying on her back in the cage. I can’t tell if she’s mocking me or not. It gets me hard either way.
“Not yet,” I say, and place the tray down on the table. I know she can smell the delicious food.
I stand in front of the entrance to her cage. She stares back at me, not moving. The blanket covers most of her body, leaving her shoulders and her legs exposed. I stare at her skin and remember how she looks with her fingers pressed deep inside of her pussy. I know she’s soaking wet and tight, and I know she’s yearning for it as much as I am.
She’s gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous, and she needs to be fucked. She needs my thick cock to teach her what she really wants.
“You look hungry,” I say to her.
She glances at the empty table with her forehead pinched in confusion, then looks back to me. “No. I’m okay.”
“I’m not talking about food.” I kneel down in front of the entrance to her cage.
She watches me, curious. “What do you think I’m hungry for?” Her voice is breathless, and her eyes clouded in lust.
“I think your body is hungry for my touch,” I say. “You sit inside that cage day in and day out imagining what I’d do to you if you finally came out, don’t you?”
“No,” she says, but she doesn’t look away. Her blanket slides down ever so slightly, revealing the tops of her breasts.
“You’re thinking about it right now. What would happen if you let me touch you?”
“Nothing good,” she whispers.
“No,” I say, smirking at her. “It won’t be good at all. It will be very, very bad, princess. And right now, your body craves bad. Doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know,” she admits in a small whimper, and that sends a thrill through me.
“I know,” I say staring at her intensely. “You’re aching for it. Right now you want to throw off that blanket and crawl over here. Go ahead, princess. Crawl over to me.”
She watches me silently for a second, then obeys. She slowly gets on all fours. The blanket drapes loosely over her back, but I can see her perfect breasts, the incredible line of her flank down to her beautiful hips, and I’m hard as a fucking rock.
“What will you do if I come over there?” she asks.
“I’m going to give you what you want. We both know I can, princess. We both know I can make you feel things you’ve only dreamed about. You don’t have to be in a prison with me. Submit, give in, and I’ll make you feel free.”
She stares at me, biting her bottom lip, and crawls toward me. I stay still, watching her. She stops near the entrance to the cage. I could easily reach out and touch her, but that would break my promise. She’s still behind the entrance, and safe.
“What happens if I do that?” she asks.
“You know it won’t hurt,” I say in a low voice. “And if it does, you know you’ll want that hurt. You want it because it’ll make the pleasure that much sweeter. Let me make you feel it.”
“How?” she asks.
My heart begins to hammer hard in my chest. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
“Turn around,” I command.
She hesitates, and I wonder if she’ll obey. I’m left dangling there for a moment, hanging on her every move, until she slowly turns around.
“Lift the blanket up,” I order.
She does it. She lifts the blanket up over her hips, revealing her perfect ass and her slick, dripping pussy. Fuck, she’s so gorgeous. I unbutton my jeans and slide my hard cock from my briefs, slowly stroking it.
“Come closer.”
She takes a sharp breath. “I’m afraid,” she admits.
