Page 14 of Caged By the Stranger
“What?” I’m not sure why I ask for confirmation. I know I heard him correctly. He’s looking at me seriously this time, the smartass-ness completely gone from his expression, as thoughhe’s reigned himself in from my scolding. “No. I get tested, and the club says all their visitors have to show their tests to enter.”
“I’m not sure I’m understanding the issue here.” He frowns. “What exactly is the problem? Do you have feelings for the person?”
I know I was vague, but damn. That has me snorting. “I don’t even know them. How can I have feelings?”
Shrugging, he straightens up and reaches for his glass again. “It’s an intimate experience. Of course, feelings can be involved. There’s no shame in that.”
Wow. That’s deep coming from a guy who hands out cards to sex clubs.
“Whatever. No, it’s not that.”
Sighing, I ease onto a stool and face the ocean view. So much for this brilliant idea. Gazing out at one of the islands in the distance, I accept the fact that I’ll just have to hunt down a very expensive and discreet nut specialist to cut through this contraption when I get home. With any luck, I’ll get this promotion and not have to bat an eye at the bill.
I feel eyes on me and find Rory squinting at me in thought. “You felt violated in some way and want to talk it out with the man?” he wagers.
Apparently, he didn’t know I had given up on his sage advice. I can’t believe I’m sitting here talking to him about being possibly ‘violated.’ It’s kind of hard to consider it a violation when I willingly stuck my cock through a hole, looking for a good time. Mytrust, however, was definitely violated.
“Something like that,” I mutter, taking a drink, but find his curious gaze still on me when I finish. The hell with it. I don’t need him prodding me about this in front of others on the cruise and accidentally being overheard later. And I don’t know a single other person who has been to a sex club.
“He…heput somethingon me.” His reply is yet another furrowed brow, so I elaborate, “Something Ican’tget off.”
His body flinches backward. “Jesus. Did he brand you or something?”
“What? No. It…”
For a moment, images assault my mind. It makes me realize I had no business walking into that place. Leaning over the bar to whisper, I feel like a complete idiot. There isn’t even a bird in sight for miles to overhear me, but leaving Rory to his imagination is clearly a mistake. Branding? Do people actually do that?
“Somethingmetal…on my cock.”
His eyes widen and his brows hike. “A cage?”
His quick guess has my face burning over my previous ignorance of such things. “Yeah,” I mutter, “And he fucking locked it.”
The wind whistles around us in the silence that follows. I peek over at him, too curious to see his reaction now that it’s had a moment to sink in.
“Wow. He must really like you.”
“Like me?Who the fuck would do something like that to someone if they like them? I’m fucking miserable. It’s been a week.”
“Damn. You’ve got it bad, too.”
I blink. Are we even speaking the same language?
“What? What the hell are you talking about?”
Shrugging like I’m missing the obvious, he says matter-of-factly, “You’re already longing for your keymaster after only a week.”
Keymaster.A rush of blood pulses inside my already engorged flesh at the word. At the same time, common sense and my pre-caged Charlie brain cells see red over the thought ofsomeone claiming ownership over me or a part of my body, and that ownership now being public knowledge.
“I’m notlongingforanyone. I’mlongingto get this fucking thing off me and get my dick back.”
“You’re sure?” Why he looks so fucking quizzical asking me that is astounding.
“Yes, I’m sure! What kind of question is that?”
“Well, you went there for an experience, right? Maybe you should make sure you consider that so you don’t have any regrets about removing it preemptively, in case it’s just a matter of you not being comfortable admitting the thrill of the chase to yourself.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake with this guy.
