Page 9 of Caged By the Stranger
Folding my dick out through the base of the cage was one more useless piece of advice from the self-proclaimed experts online. There are only a few centimeters between the first steel ring of the cage and this stupid cable. God, that guy mustbe twisted. He found the mother of all devices.In-fucking-escapable.
Seriously. There’s no escape.
The end of the stupid cable he cinched me up with runs through a hollow opening of the spine of the cage and connects with a locking device on the first ring. Anumericallocking device. Who puts a numerical lock on a sex device? That should be illegal.
Four numbers. That’s all I need is four numbers. My back is killing me from sitting hunched over for so long over the last few days, trying to break the code. I swear by all that’s holy, I tried every damn combination of numbers possible, but no dice. I can’t freaking call in sick another day.
I mean, technically, I can, but fuck that. I’m not burning my leave for time I can’t enjoy. And I have shit to get done before I leave for the cruise on Friday morning.
Getting out of my car, I stride toward the dreaded door of Illusion. I take no pride in the fact I’ve learned to walk more normally now with my new attachment. As long as I ignore how it feels like someone is cupping my testicles and dick, I have no reason to divert from my usual stride.
If I was certain I could get this thing off me in time for the damn work cruise, I wouldn’t even be here. My boss, Colin, can suck my imprisoned cock for the news he dropped on me today. I emailed to inform him I was going to pass on the cruise. I assumed he’d tell me,‘Sure. No problem.’I never expected my phone to ring with a warning that I might want to rethink my decision.
‘Charlie, you don’t want to miss it. They’re going to restructure marketing from operations and want to hire a VP of marketing at the corporate office. That’s what the cruise is for. Corporate wants to get to know the top salespeople in thecompany on a personal level and hand-pick who they want to offer the position to. You didn’t hear that from me, though.’
Of all the weeks Colin’s connections with corporate proved useful, it had to bethisone. Maybe I’d have been less pissed off if I’d found out after the fact that I missed out on a huge career advancement. Now that I know, however, like hell am I going to let anyone I outsold get that promotion over me. Less travel. More money.A lotmore money. That job is mine.
I just need to fucking lose the worst practical joke ever played in history. Right after I put up with the dickhead at the door.
“ID,” he says, giving me a chin nod.
I can’t with him tonight.
“Are you fucking serious? I’ve been here how many times now, and I know you certainly remember me from last time.” I chin nod right back, directing my eyes to his vest pocket. The prick.
Folding his burly arms across his chest, he inhales, increasing his size by a few inches. “Mind your tone, please, sir. This is a respectable establishment.”
My ass it is! Biting the inside of my lip, I yank my wallet out of my pocket, vibrating with anger. If he kicks me out, I won’t get my chance to see if this is my saving grace.
For all I know, the three hundred bucks I gave him last week might actually pay off. Maybe he made sure to call my room partner for my session tonight. I know it’s supposedly against their stupid rules, but I even put it in my notes when I scheduled online.
Prefer same partner as last time.
I’m not even going to ask him. That’s what he wants. This guy is all about looking superior. I bet that’s why he’s giving me shit right now. No doubt, he wants me to grovel before I can go back there and find out if he put my money to good use.
Oddly, that puts me at ease as the dickhead finally returns my ID. I have no idea what will transpire once I get back to the room, but, surely, the man in number three will take this damn thing off me. You can’t look your crime in the face and ignore it.
Making my way down the hallway, I resent the quickening of my pulse. It’s like I’ve been conditioned to think pleasure awaits at the end of the hall. It sure as shit didn’t end in pleasure the last time. Opening the door to my room, I hate the mix of arousal and dread in my belly.
Neither should be there. I wouldn’t let this guy pleasure me again even if he begged, and I shouldn’t be living in fear that one man’s presence holds the fate of my cock.
I stop dead in my tracks when my eyes adjust to the darker light in the room. The portal—the one I’ve always used—is closed. Shit.
It is Tuesday, after all. I’ve only been here on Fridays. More importantly, as far as I know,he’sonly been here on Fridays. My three hundred bucks had to have bought me something. Even though the doorman is a pain in the ass, I know it’s just a game. He wouldn’t do me dirty like this. Would he?
Maybe the guy isn’t in his side of the room yet. Maybe he wants to mess with me some more and make me wait.
Fuck it. What other options do I have short of risking a fatal injury if I go at it with the wire snippers again? I want this thing off me, so my head is clear for the work trip of a lifetime.
Blowing out a breath, I lower my fly. How absurd is it that the sight of this contraption is starting to seem familiar to me? Like it’s a part of me. The cinch isn’t exactly painful now that I’ve been stuck with it for four days. It’s just…fucking uncomfortable and distracting as hell. It’s like the entire thing makes my junk feel…perky and…on alert. Almost primed.
Shaking the thoughts away, I pinch my eyes shut for a second. Is that what the guy wanted? For me to think about being hardfor him after our session? I could have told him I would have done that without this ridiculous device on me.
Opening the portal door, I wait and listen. I can’t hear anything, can’t sense a presence on the other side. I don’t know why I think I’d feel better knowing he was there rather than no one. He’s the one who got me into this, and he’s clearly not trustworthy.
If he is in there, he’s being as quiet as a mouse, waiting for me to show the source of my shame. The jerk. As soon as this thing is off, I’m pulling the fuck out and booking it out of here without a backward glance.
Sidling up to the wall, I hold my breath and angle my entombed dick through the opening. And then… nothing. I wait and wait, trying to convince myself that time is going by slower than I imagine. I’m about to give up and go give the doorman a piece of my mind when I hear the door on the other side. It clicks open and then shut.
