I stared at this beautiful woman, thinking about how good it would be to sink inside and fill her with weeks of cum.
“Stop touching yourself, Charlie,” she commanded.
Squeezing my cock, trying to force my impending orgasm down, I let my head fall back against the pillows. “Fuck, you got bossy, Princess.”
She winked. “I was always bossy. And being followed around by armed, hot men all day seems to have brought it back.”
“Hot men?”
“Don’t worry, I only have eyes for tattooed rock stars.”
I licked my lips. “Good to hear. So, I can’t come at all? What if I come and just don’t tell you?”
“Then you’ll be punished.”
“Oh, my God, you’re going to kill me. I’ll die of blue balls.”
“You have a safe word.”
“I do. What I need is a box to put my cock in so I don’t have a permanent hard on for the next few weeks.”
“Hey, Charlie, there’s a parcel for you.”
I took the brown box from Dawson, opening the note on the front.
Something to help. F x
P.S. Open it in your room and then call me.
Excitement rolled through me as I moved from the living area of the hotel penthouse we were staying to my room, locking the door before I opened the shoe box size parcel, my eyes widening when I saw what was inside.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I called Fern, who answered on the first ring.
“Princess, why have you sent me a cage for my cock?”
“What? You wanted a box to put it in. You said so yourself.”
“You want me to wear this? Seriously?”
“I mean, not when you’re out and about or on stage… I have enough bad press to deal with. But in your room, when you’re likely to be tempted, I want you to wear it.”
“I don’t—”
“Look, if you don’t want to, I get it, but if you do, I want to hear your consent.”
Picking the heavy, silver cage from the box, I held it in my hand. “I consent, Princess. I was just going to say I didn’t know how to put the thing on.”
“We’ll start with you wearing it for an hour. I don’t want to hurt you and you have the key, so if you hate it, please take it straight off. You don’t need my permission to do that.”
“I’ve got an hour free now.”
“Strip for me. Switch me to camera and there should be lube in the box.”
Ten minutes later, I had lubed up my cock and slipped the cage in place, locking it tight. I was already sweating, my breathing erratic.
“On the bed, Charlie. Just get used to it. How does it feel?”
“Heavy, cold, fuck, I’m so turned on. Look.” I ran my finger through the precum that was leaking from my flaccid cock.
