Page 6 of Caged By the Stranger
Pressing my hips against the panel as tightly as I can, I give him a silent sign of my approval. It’s like sayingdon’t stopwithout having to voice those needy words. My faceheats remembering how I whispered to him last time,‘You’re incredible.’
I don’t do pillow talk. Never have. I’ve never needed to. Everything with my old college dorm mate was concise and instructional—‘yeah, like that.’ And I’ve certainly never uttered anything like praise to the few casual hook-ups I’ve had since then.
This is better—this silent meeting of like minds. Now that he agreed to return, I’ll never have to flail myself like a starry-eyed teen again. Clearly, the man knows what I need and is happy to give it.
His mouth envelops me all the way to the back of his throat, pulling a groan from mine in response. He goes to town, working his talents in tight, warm, wet pulls of his magical mouth. The pressure on my balls increases, and my foggy brain tries to picture every action that’s possibly happening on the other side of the wall to bring me such bliss.
He’s clenching his fingers around my sac again, just like last time, but tighter. It’s familiar to me now, so I don’t feel any apprehension, even if it’s more intense. The speed and confines of his mouth, however, are definitely proof that he’s brought his A-game tonight, driving me madder than ever.
Grinding my teeth, I groan and dig my fingertips into the panel. I want to rock my hips so badly, but don’t dare move so as not to disrupt his plan. It’s odd how much trust this requires when I’m not a trusting person. It’s almost liberating to let go for a change. Maybe that’s the appeal.
I don’t know what’s more intense as he mounts a full-scale attack on my sanity; the pressure in my cock or around my balls. I’d come any second if he’d release his hold on my nuts, but his grip doesn’t budge. In fact, it’s getting tighter. It almost feels like…something else is there. Something…rubbery. Like thetexture of one of my silicone kitchen spatulas. Something metal brushes the underside of my cock at my base.
Does he…have a wedding ring? Picturing one on his finger pierces my heart. There’s no earthly reason why that should disappoint me. I have no opinion on infidelity.
Why should I? I don’t do relationships.
Still…it’s odd to think he belongs to someone else. Tosomeone, I mean. Odd to think he belongs tosomeonewhile he’s doingthistome.
I’m about to cry out and beg for him to release his hold on my sac, to tell him he’s successfully driven me to enough of a euphoric withholding, when my body racks in a violent shudder. It’s almost painful the way my orgasm rips through me against the constraint until it’s not. It’s fucking heaven.
I couldn’t open my eyes if I tried. My head is swimming in a haze of blackness while it feels like a life force is being drained out of my cock as I pulse into that wicked mouth of his.
It’s taking everything in me to keep myself on my feet. Fingers digging into the wall, I cling to it to hold me up as I moan and whimper like some distraught creature. I’m numb and weightless. How can I be weightless and yet feel so heavy? I never knew orgasms could feel like this.
He does that reverent, delicate suction to my tip in the aftermath, like he’s thanking it, making a tear track down my cheek. My entire body is trembling with little shudders from the sensory overload. My sensitized cock. The still-drawn-up feeling in my balls, even though I’ve spent more than I think I ever have.
I twitch when something touches my cock again. More metal.
Fuck. I do not need to feel that wedding ring again right now.
Just let me enjoy the comedown, I want to tell him.
Except it feels like it’s everywhere as his fingers move around my flaccid cock. Hard, steely metal. Thick, round bands of it. It’snot on his finger. I can feel his fingers gently pinching my base like he’s…directing me inside of…something.
My dormant dick rests on a bed of something spinelike, cold and metallic. Did he…put something…onmy cock?
Suspended in confusion, I don’t dare move a muscle. As my haze clears, it’s evident there’s still something cinching my balls tight. A light force jostles me, almost like something clicking shut, but…on my cock. His hold on my balls finally relinquishes. I can’t feel his skin there anymore, except…somethingis still there. Something wrapped tightly around the circumference of my nuts. A band, that silicone sensation I thought I felt earlier.
I…
He…
Did he just put…a cock cage on me?
A bizarre wave floods through me. It’s a strange mix of arousal and terror. I’ve never even seen a cock cage. Pictures in porn, sure. But that’s where they belong—in porn. They’re certainly nothing I’d ever dabble in. I mean, it basically means someone owns your dick, right?
There’s that odd tremor again. What the fuck is up with me?
I must still be coming down from my orgasm because there’s no way someone owning my dick would turn me on. Maybe through this glory hole for fifteen minutes, but via a cock cage? Not a chance.
Steadying my breathing, I wait.
Patience, Charlie. He’s not let you down once yet. Maybe this is just one more means of pleasure he has up his sleeve.
Maybe he just wants to give me the sensation of being restrained for a few minutes, and he’s going to take it off for a second round. A round two would be worth tolerating this unexpected device for a few moments.
God, it feels strange. So snug, almost like I’m wearing a watch, but…not.
