“You good?”
“Yes.”
Rocking her finger slowly, I began to relax.
“More,” I grunted, and she added another finger, slowly pushing it inside. It burned, giving me a strange sense of fullness. My balls ached and my flaccid cock, trapped in a metal prison, leaked precum that dripped down my shaft.
“Apparently, there’s a spot… like a G-spot, but a P-spot, right about… here.” She grazed a spot inside me that made my body bow and my heart rate peak. Rocking her fingers, she brushed against it harder, and my body bucked from the sensations that shot through me.
“You like, Charlie?” she whispered, running her other fingers up and down my spine.
“Yes,” I panted as my knees went weak, my body overwhelmed by her touch.
As she worked slowly in and out, I groaned, grabbing the counter so hard that my knuckles ached.
“You wanna move somewhere before I have to try to hold you up?”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I grumbled as she eased out.
“I’m not stopping,” she promised, guiding me into the living room. “On the sofa, on your knees. Spread your legs for me.”
“Fuck, Princess, I want you inside me again. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“You wanna take the cage off, so you can come?”
I shook my head.
“Okay, but I need to know if you change your mind. Now, just relax.”
Leaning against the back of the sofa, I rested my forehead against the soft cushion, letting out a long breath as she pushed her fingers back inside me. They slipped in easily this time and she added another one, scissoring them.
A feral cry fell from my lips as my heart raced. “More,” I husked out.
Fern knelt behind me, trailing kisses down my back, as her free hand cupped my balls.
Working her fingers in faster and harder, she pressed against my prostate with each movement. My cock throbbed angrily against the cage, sticky fluid dripping onto my stomach and balls.
“God, you look so hot like this. You still good?”
I nodded, unable to speak as pleasure snaked through my body. Suddenly, my face burned as my skin tingled.
“Don’t stop,” I managed to whisper as my back arched, my hips bucking shamelessly against her hand, unsure what I was chasing because I knew I couldn’t come wearing the cage.
Fern added a third finger, and my body locked, pleasure rolling through me like a tidal wave.
“Princ—ah, fuck.”
“Good ah fuck or bad?” she panted breathlessly behind me.
“Good. So good.”
The feeling built like a pressure cooker, but I didn’t understand how I could be so aroused without being hard or her touching my cock. Then it happened.
Usually, when I came, it was fast and explosive, like a shot of pleasure, but this, this was something else. My body heated, my skin electrified, my toes curled and pleasure intensified, building to a crescendo that seemed to last forever, making breathing feel impossible.
My vision darkened as her fingers fucked my ass, prolonging the sensation as I cried out her name.
When I couldn’t take anymore, my body slumped against the back of the sofa, my chest heaving, my tight hole twitching.
