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"Where else?"

Fair. I pushed my pants down far enough for him to work, keeping my shirt firmly on. That tiny amount of coverage did absolutely nothing to make me feel less exposed when O'li knelt in front of me. Worse, my body responded to him immediately. His eyes dropped.

"Really, Lucca?"

"Don't."

The corner of his mouth shifted.

"I haven't done anything."

That was technically true and therefore deeply unfair.

He positioned the cage with efficient hands, touching only where necessary. Even so, every adjustment sent heat through me. I looked anywhere except at Carlos across the room.

"Eyes on me," O'li said quietly.

I obeyed.

Carlos laughed somewhere behind me. Not loudly. That would have gotten him in trouble. Just enough for me to hear it. I started to turn my head. O'li caught my chin before I could.

"No."

My eyes snapped back to his.

"He's laughing at me."

"Then let him waste his morning doing so."

O'li adjusted the base ring with two careful fingers. My body tried to respond again, but there was nowhere for the arousal to go except embarrassment.

"This is unfair," I whispered.

"You were the one who became hard during routine equipment fitting."

"Because you're touching me."

"I am required to touch you to put it on."

His voice was maddeningly reasonable. I glared. "There is my brave daycare pup," he murmured, so quietly nobody else could hear. "Humiliated and still standing exactly where I put him.”

My breath caught. That was not helping. His eyes told me he knew that too. The cage closed with a soft click. A tiny indicator flashed green, then blue as it connected to O'li's interface. I exhaled through my nose.

"Comfortable?"

"As comfortable as my cock being in jail can be."

He chuckled softly. He checked the fit once more, then pulled my pants back into place and stood.

"The collar will tell me if you're distressed," he said, his thumb brushing the edge of it. Then he tapped the hidden cage lightly through my clothing. "This will tell me if you're entertaining yourself instead of behaving."

My face somehow got hotter. "Daddy."

"Be good for your teachers. Earn your market trip. And when I collect you, we'll discuss whether this comes off immediately or waits until we're home."

That was worse than a direct threat because now I would think about it all day. Which, judging by his expression, was exactly the point. If needed, we could take it home and bring it back later. I think they knew what they were doing by permitting this.

When he knelt down to my level, I lost what little composure I'd maintained. My arms went around his neck, fingers clutching the fabric of his work clothes as if holding on tightly enough could keep him from leaving.