I glanced at the clock on the wall and grinned. “That’s a lot of hours.”
She twisted her hair and pulled it over her shoulder, her eyes flashing. “What would you like to do with all those hours alone together?”
I reached out, my index finger tracing the outline of her nipple. “Well, I’ve not come for ten days and I would have probably averaged three orgasms a day thinking about you, so I think we can probably have that many orgasms in that time, right?”
“Aw, well, we could, but there’s a problem.”
My forehead creased as I looked at her.
“We agreed that you wouldn’t come until I gave you permission.” She bit down on her bottom lip before she spoke again. “Did I give you permission, Myth Maker?”
“You said I could fuck you.”
She tutted. “That’s not the same thing, and you know it. Did I give you permission to come, Charlie?”
I groaned. “No.”
“How many times did you come?”
“Three.”
“So that can’t go unpunished, right?”
I shuddered.
“Drop your sweats, Charlie.”
I pulled them down, freeing my semi-hard cock as they pooled around my ankles.
“Now, put this on before you get hard.” She pushed my cage across the counter, making my heart race.
God, I loved that metal contraption more than I could ever explain.
Fern poured lube into my hand that I rubbed around my shaft and balls, allowing me to slide it on, before locking it in place.
“Put your hands on the counter. Stick your ass out.”
I did as she asked, my skin tingling with apprehension and excitement.
“I did a lot of research while you were away,” Fern murmured, moving behind me as cold liquid spilled between my ass cheeks. “What did I tell you I’d do if you came without my permission?”
“Bend me over and fuck my ass.”
I’d never wanted to try butt stuff before, but now, the thought of her with a strap on—fucking me—made my body burn.
“You really want this from me?” she checked, and I heard the apprehension in her voice.
Glancing over my shoulder, I winked. “I want this from you. While I’m home, we should probably talk about how much I love my cage. You gave me that, and I want whatever else you’re offering.”
I felt the shift in her, my words obviously the reassurance she needed. “Spread your cheeks, Charlie.”
I did and Fern’s lube covered finger rimmed my puckered hole.
“I read that I need to stretch you so I don’t hurt you.”
“Mumhuu,” I groaned, my words incomprehensible from the unusual sensation.
She edged the tip of her finger against my tight muscle as it fought to keep her out, but she managed to slip inside, making me cry out.
