Page 29 of Caged By the Stranger
A whisper tickles my ear, making me flinch in surprise at how close his face came without me realizing it. “Of course it’s yours if you want it. You’ve been the most impressive performer for the past five years.”
I…got the promotion? My heart flips in my chest, and my nerve endings light up even more.
“But no, my gift to you is an entirely separate matter from your violations,” he adds, making my celebration come to an end.
Why the fuck am I even celebrating about a promotion? There’s no way I can work for this guy after this.
“I thought…you said you’d clear my…violations.”
I’m not sure why I’m repeating his asinine accusations that I don’t even agree with. I’m also not sure why I’m whispering. Maybe because it’s so damn dark in here. Maybe because I know what he wants, and he has lube on his fingers, and a mouth that gave me sensations I’ve never experienced before.
“Yes, and I will when you’re ready to get on that bed, but,” he pauses, letting out another of those sighs like he’s being patient with a child, “I suppose I could compromise since you claim to have had such a bad experience with my gift.”
I don’t even want to ask him what he’s talking about now. I think he gets off on it. So, I wait, a bundle of anxious nerves flooded by his potent scent now that my sight is gone.
“I’ll tell you what, since you’re a doubting Thomas about your ability to come in a cage. I’ll make it even more worth your while. If you can let yourself go enough to get off, I’ll give you those four numbers you’re so certain you want.”
Four numbers? The combination to the number lock on my cage?
“What about the key?” I demand, without thinking.
He chuckles then. The rumble of his chest tells me he’s still mere inches away from me. “So greedy, just as I called it. You keep surprising me.”
Fuck him. Fuck! Him! There’s nothing greedy about me.
You know what? Fine. I’m not bantering with him anymore. If I get the code, I’ll be home free. I can just pick the key lock and get the damn thing off on my own. Then, when I get home, I can make an anonymous call to the police about a risqué club that can in no way be legal.
Turning, I feel for the edge of the bed with my fingers. I lift my leg to slide my knee onto the mattress when a hand rests on my shoulder, giving me a start.
“Ah, ah. No wet trunks on my bed, please.”
“Fucking ridiculous,” I mutter, shucking them off and letting them drop to the floor.
Both knees on the bed, I realize I have no idea why he wants me on here or how I should sit. So, I wait. I wait in the uncomfortable silence. There’s nothing but the darkness, Rory’s scent, and my awareness of just how naked I am at the moment.
Something shifts in front of me. His shadowed frame drops. I hold my breath, waiting for more ridiculousness to come out of his mouth that will probably piss me off so much it will further slim the chances of me coming.
A gust of heat swaths my cock, shooting a tingle down my thighs, making all my leg hairs stand on end. The mattress dips on either side of my thighs. His hands resting there? He’s…on his knees…breathing on me.
Oh, God. I think my dick just jumped and bumped into his lip.
Whiskers brush against the inside of my thigh as the breath moves in closer to the V of my groin. A satisfied sigh breezes over my tender flesh. I shudder so violently, my entire body quakes.
What is he doing? I thought maybe he meant he wanted me to get myself off. One more stupid assumption on my part. There’s lube on his fingers for a reason. What’s he going to do with those fingers? I’m supposed to be pissed off at him right now, but some weak part of me is hoping he’ll massage around the cable again like he did yesterday. There’s no way I’ll come from that, but anything is better than the dormancy I’ve been a prisoner to.
“It’s been a long week and a half for me, too,” he whispers, letting his cheek slowly graze along the side of the cage.
And just like that, it feels like I’m actually back in that room. Just him and me, a dark barrier between us. No snarky taunts or coy games, just…sensation and desire. A punch of want pummels me in the gut and oozes lower, seeping toward my dick, down my legs, all the way to my toes. Little pings of electricity shoot to my balls when I feel his thumbs make little circles on the outsides of my calves. That’s…that’s new. Not something we could do with the panel between us, but…it’s good. Way better than it should feel.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to be there last week.”
He did?
Something nudges the top of my cage. I feel heat over the top of my cock. When he speaks again, I know without a doubt that it’s his lips moving over the metal.
“My flight from New York was delayed. I was heartbroken. I had so many plans for this cock.”
The air in the cabin seems ten times thicker than it was when I walked in. I’m practically gulping with each new breath at the thought of him trying to get back to me.
