Page 47 of Caged By the Stranger
We do. Bloody hell, we do. I bellow, still high on that slap to my ass as my cock unloads and my channel spasms around him. His chest makes a rumbling noise, and his hips give a few frantic thrusts before he jerks against my ass, buried deep, and comes.
I come down in a haze as though I’m being slowly lowered from the top of a fifty-story building. It’s that strange phenomenon of what was a drug-like high moments ago morphing into an awkward reality. His cock slips free of my hole, and I drip. The dreaded question pops into my head—now what?
The lights in the room, the wall of windows, everything comes back to me with vivid clarity. My clothes are feet away in a pile on the floor, warning me I’ll have to dress in front of him.
He peels himself off my back and gives my hip a squeeze. I feel lips touch down on my ass, pressing a kiss there.
“Mm. You definitely improved my Saturday evening.”
Um…nice.
Shit. I hate this part. This is why I’m a one-and-done guy. I don’t know how to do small talk with guys. What’s so wrong about just getting off and getting the hell out? There doesn’t need to be words. I can talk, I just haven’t ever felt a desire to. And with Rory…well, I have no fucking clue what the hell I should say to the CEO of the company I work for moments after I was begging for his dick.
Easing off the coffee table, I try to ignore the effect of his touch when he helps me by the arm. I don’t think I’ll ever get over his gentlemanly tendencies. Glancing down, I realize I have a decision to make. Part of me wants to take this cage home in case I’m still plagued with the urge to wear it again. Yet, it’s not mine. I mean, Rory had it here in a box in his house, so I can’t just assume it really was a gift. Jeez, listen to me—thinking of this thing as a gift after all the fuss I made.
Trying to lift my balls, I come to a standstill. I can’t do the combination like this unless I hold a mirror underneath my sac. Fuck.
“Here, let me get that for you.”
Fan-tastic. Standing still, I wait as my CEO gets to his knees and enters the combination. I’m tempted to ask him to confirm what the numbers stand for, but tell myself it doesn’t matter. I’m convinced I will never understand Rory McDonnell or anything he does, even if I try. Besides, I’m more concerned with understanding myself.
Apparently, I now like to bottom. I like to bottom while wearing a cock cage. Research accomplished.
“I was serious about dinner,” he remarks, getting to his feet and heading toward a door off the hallway, taking my filthy cage with him. “Have you eaten yet? I was just about finished in the kitchen. If you give me ten minutes, I can have a hot meal ready for us.”
Is he serious? He wants to eat dinner together like nothing just happened…again?
“Uh…yeah. I ate earlier. But thanks.” I dash to my clothes while his back is turned, but freeze with them in my hands, holding them over my junk when he turns around.
He holds my gaze with an indiscernible expression. The corner of his mouth finally ticks up along with his shoulder. “No worries.”
When he disappears into the next room, I waste no time dressing. I’m sure plenty of people can have casual encounters and fuck buddies. Hell, I had a fuck buddy in college for a semester. I’m also sure, however, that most people aren’t fuck buddies with their boss. This ends tonight. I got the answers I came for.
As I tie my shoes, a twisted voice inside my head mocks me.You mean you came for the answers that you got?
Rory returns, striding past me, naked as a jaybird. He walks over to the cabinet. I slow my lacing as an excuse to see what he plans on doing with the cage. There aren’t any other boxes in that cabinet, now that I think about it. That shouldn’t please me. It doesn’t mean he hasn’t had other boxes in there before tonight.
I hear the lid slam shut, and he turns around, holding it out to me with a smile. I stare for several awkward seconds before I accept it. Does this mean he’s done with me? I want things to be done with him. It’s just that it would be kind of fucked up if he wanted them done too, since he went to so much trouble and flair to make it happen.
“You left it on the ship, so I took the liberty of bringing it home for you. Seems like you might want to use it in the future.”
I plan on saying something. I even open my mouth to do so. For as much as I’ve complained about him, he’s being very…understanding and maybe even generous. I’m not coming back,and I think he knows it. It feels like he’s letting me off the hook easily, and yet, I don’t think there’s a catch. For once, there’s no playful remark, no riddle, no repercussions. He’s literally leaving the decision in my hands in the form of this box and its contents.
I close my jaw, realizing nothing is going to come. This was certainly one hell of an experience, a tale I could tell someone years from now and they’d never believe it. I flash him a flicker of a smile with the corner of my mouth and then nod.
“Goodnight.” It’s all I can manage, but it will have to do.
I walk to the door with the box in my hand. I carry it all the way out to the Porsche sitting in his driveway. And then I drive home, ignoring how absurd it is to enjoy the feeling of his come seeping out of my ass, but doing so anyway, since it’s the last time it’s ever going to happen.
CHAPTER 15
Three months later
My forehead bashes into the drywall in Rory’s entryway. He didn’t even take me into the living room this time. He had me strip right here just inside his doorway and then spun me around, dropped to his knees, and spread my cheeks to whisper filthy things to my hole before he got down to business. When is this going to stop?
I should be embarrassed that I’m over here again, but as his cockhead nudges through my ring, I feel no shame. I even like the way he’s still fully dressed this time. It makes me imagine we just left a meeting, and he’s got me pinned up against a wall at headquarters. I have nothing to be embarrassed about if he doesn’t seem to mind that I showed up again.
At least, I’ve never used the key. Not the one for the cage, but the other one I found beneath the cage when I got home from his house the first time I came over. It’s a key to his house. I know it is without needing confirmation. A thousand bucks said he put it in there just to tempt me. It was a silent invitation that was louder than any bullhorn. Two weeks later, I fucking took that invitation like a damn Rory sex addict. And I’ve been taking it at least every other weekend since that first night. It’s getting worse, though.
