“God, you look so hot. I swear I could come just looking at you.”
“You like me being all submissive for you, Princess.”
“I like you waiting for my permission to come. I really like that. It makes me so wet.”
I groaned, fisting the sheets. “Fern, I need you to stop. God, you’re killing me. What the fuck has happened to you?”
I felt the shift in her mood instantly; as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over our conversation.
“Princess?”
“No, you’re right. It’s too much. Sorry. I… look, I need to go. Take the cage off whenever you’re ready. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Don’t you dare,” I cried out before she could hang up. “Is this shift in mood you’re having right now about that fucker?”
Her eyes dropped. “I just… I don’t want to come across as a slut or sex obsessed. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.” A sob slipped from her lips.
“Look at me,” I commanded. She lifted her green eyes to mine. “I love how confident you are in what you want. I mean, I’ve never worn a cage on my cock for anyone else.” I paused. “I want you to be yourself around me, explore, have fun. Knowing how bossy you are at work, I’ve always known it would only be a matter of time until you wanted to be bossy in the bedroom. It’s not something I’ve tried, but I’m all up for it.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to be a whip carrying, leather clad dominatrix.” Suddenly her eyes flashed with something before she schooled her features, making whatever it was vanish.
“You can still be bossy without that. Right now, I have a cage on my cock because you told me to put it on. How does that make you feel?”
She rolled her lips together. “Hot.”
“And if I took it off and fisted myself until I came, even though you told me not to, how would you feel?”
She groaned, pulling back the camera so I could see her pinching her nipple. “Hotter, because I could punish you.”
I fisted the bedsheet, trying to stay in control, my cock pulsing painfully with nowhere to grow and my balls pulling in anticipation. “And how would you punish me, Princess? Honestly.”
“I’d bend you over and fuck you until you came without me even touching your cock.” Her eyes widened as if she was shocked by her admission.
“I like that idea,” I admitted, my voice gravely and low. “I love that you’re giving me ways to take back control of my body. I’m not sure if you realize how powerful that is for me.”
Silence fell over our conversation for a moment as we both stared down our phones at each other.
“Make sure you take it off after an hour. I want you to wear it for two hours tomorrow, but you can decide when and whether you do it all at once or you break it up.”
“Okay… And Fern?”
“Mmmhhhh.”
“I really like spending time with you.”
She let out a hollow laugh. “You mean you like having sex with me?”
“No, Princess. Even without the sex, you’re someone I want to be around forever.”
Chapter 26
Charlie
It was day four of my cock cage challenge and we had the whole day off, so Fern had challenged me to see how long I could keep it on. I think she thought it was a punishment, but I had yet to tell her that it was anything but.
About an hour and a half into my two hours of wearing it on the second day, I noticed how silent the world was. There wasn’t a voice in my head, there were no echoes of past gigs, no reverb from the sperm donor and his wife, no chatter from the press. There was just silence. Now, it wasn’t like those things hadn’t happened. I mean, I had a message from my dad while I was caged but it didn’t seem to matter. The silence wrapped itself around me like a buffer and the world bounced off me.
I’d tried everything over the years to find that silence. I’d looked for it in the bottom of a bottle, in sex, in hour after hour of painful tattoos, and in every powder and pill I could get my hands on. I’d snorted it, drank it, inflicted it on myself, and injected it when things got really bad, but nothing… nothing had ever worked.
