Cage Master, page 15
“Lift up, baby” she tells me and removes my towel, leaving me bare naked with her lithe body massaging me. I’m not sure how much more I can take before I ravish her. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside her. I feel the need to claim her, possess her, remind her she’s MINE. She continues rubbing down my back until she reaches my glutes. I feel her lean over and grind her pussy against me gently; she is truly testing my control at the moment.
“Baby girl…” I growl as she runs her tongue along the crack of my ass, knowing her limits like a good girl until she reaches my heavy sack. Feeling her hot tongue roll over my shaved balls, I lift my hips slightly to give her a bit more access. She reaches her tiny hand underneath my body, gripping my hard, thick rod with one hand while taking my balls into her soft, warm mouth. She gets about three good strokes in before I’ve had enough.
“Up. NOW,” I command. It takes her about three seconds to hop off the table and stand beside it, waiting like a good girl for her next command. I stand in front of her and grab her by the throat. Squeezing just enough so she remembers who she belongs to, but not enough to restrict her air. “So, you want to play, baby girl?”
She lowers her gaze. “Yes, Sir.” I raise her face to mine and bring my lips a mere inch from hers.
“Put your hands on the table and spread your legs.” I shove her panties down her legs, not taking the time to remove them all the way and slide my finger between her legs. I gently swirl them around her swollen lips. I know without looking they’re pink and glistening. I can feel her juices leaking out of her tight, hot pussy. At my ministrations, she thrust her hips back, trying to get more satisfaction. I remove my fingers and slap her pussy once. “Be. Still.” I love the whimper I get. It makes my dick swell even more. I run my hands over firm ass, up her back, and around her ribs, just under her breast; that’s her sweet spot, and to be honest, I love it.
I’m not in the mood for our usual tug of war for dominance. I want her, and I want her now. But if she doesn’t follow my orders, all she will get is my fat cock in her hot tight mouth. She’ll learn one way or another. I softly run my hands over her breast and circle her nipples. I pinch them, hard, twisting them between my fingers. I feel her body clench, but she doesn’t move. As a reward, I kiss her neck.
“Good job, baby girl.” As I kiss her neck, I move my hand back between her legs, spread those pink engorged pussy lips, and begin to fuck her with my fingers. “You don’t have to be silent, but you may not move until I tell you to, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I thrust my fingers in and out of her tight cunt, gently and slowly, at first, but soon, my rhythm picks up speed, mocking the way I want to fuck her. Once I know I have her amply prepared to take all of me, I remove my fingers from her delicious pussy and line my steel rod up to her entrance. That first thrust is always pure bliss, almost a feeling of ‘coming home.’ I love watching her face, the way her eyelids lower, her mouth opens in a slight ‘oh,’ her breath catches.
I grab her by the neck and turn her face to me before slamming into her cunt until I feel the head of my dick hit her cervix, giving her no time to adjust. Her pussy spasms around my shaft, clenching and gripping it, causing it to thicken and enlarge even more. A gasp emits from her throat, and I slam my lips to hers, catching it. Fucking her mouth, the way I’m about to fuck her pussy. I clench my hand tighter around her throat while looking her straight in her eyes
“Don’t you dare come without my permission.” And I begin to fuck her. My thrust long and hard. I feel her body tighten with her efforts to follow my orders not to move.
“Please sir….” I know what she’s asking without even saying it.
“Good, baby girl, you may move.” At my permission, she thrust her hips back and moans. I move my hand from her throat and grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as I fuck her harder. Rolling my hips on each thrust, I make sure I’m hitting her g-spot. I need her to come and fast because right now, with each thrust, her pussy contracts and squeezes my dick. As if it is trying to hold me hostage inside her womb, never to release me. I won’t last long at this rate. I pull harder on her hair, bowing her back and reach my other hand around her hips and begin to stroke her clit. She shoves her ass further into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I speed up my strokes and rub her clit faster,
“Come for me, baby girl.”
At my command, she explodes. I love how my words are like a switch; she comes and hard. Moaning loudly. Her pussy clutches my dick and sends me over the edge. I swear I see flashes behind my closed eyelids.
“FUCK, baby girl.” I come so hard, filling her with my seed, my ultimate act of possession. That pussy is mine.
Once my breath slows, I release her hair, and gently rub her neck, making sure she doesn’t have any kinks from me tugging on her hair. I run kisses over her shoulders. The words “I love you” are on the tip of my tongue, but I stop myself before they tumble from my lips
“You did great, baby girl,” I whisper instead and kiss her gently one more time before sliding my satisfied cock from her warm, wet pussy.
Twenty-Seven
Slade
I open the door for Raven before walking in after her. I can see she’s moving awkwardly and know it’s from the mess I made of her thighs. It makes me smile to myself as she follows me into the living room.
“Drink?” I ask innocently as I make my way to the wet bar in the corner of the room.
“Yes, please,” she says quietly, but I see that something is on the tip of her tongue she’s itching to say. I see her squirm uncomfortably, and I have to hold back a laugh because I know she is sticky and aching from our little encounter in the locker room.
Pouring her a glass of chardonnay and a scotch for myself, I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She perches on the edge of the sofa in a very lady-like way, but the image is totally destroyed as she tries to adjust her underwear without me seeing. If I didn’t have my mind already set, I would probably be laughing hysterically at the sight but not tonight. I have specific plans for my littlebird and even her awkward attempt to fix herself won’t distract me.
Returning to her, I hand her the glass of wine, towering over her in her discomfort. I smirk at her uneasiness before taking a sip of the scotch. I roll it around on my tongue to prolong the moment, just because I can.
“Would you like to clean up, baby girl?”
I see the fire flame in her eyes and know she’s got some A-level curse ready to fling at me. I’ve made her endure this torture all through dinner, my load leaking out of her pussy with every movement and yet, here I am, continuing to play with her. I really should be more of a gentleman with her, but I love seeing her at war with her brattiness. Her natural inclination is to give me shit right back, but she’s not a dumb girl. She knows if she pushes me, I’ll just up the stakes and deny her the orgasm she really wants.
“Please, Sir,” she says softly, a calmness taking over her face. She lowers her chin, eyelids half-closed.
My dick literally throbs at the pleading tone in her quiet response, but I continue gazing at her, taking my sweet time to reply as if I’ve not been nearly unmanned by her.
Her face remains flushed from earlier, the pink stain on her cheeks only heightening my arousal. I’m sure the fact I made her walk around all evening dripping wet is contributing to her rosy appearance. Though I’m thoroughly enjoying tormenting her, she deserves a reward for being so good. Taking the glass from her hand, I place it on the side table along with my own before opening my arms.
“Come.”
The smile that lights up her face is breathtaking. She steps into the cage of my arms and buries her nose in my chest. I hear her inhale deeply before her body nearly melts against mine. Holding this tiny woman, I am more at peace than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s as if our bodies are reaching for each other of their own accord. I feel her nipples bead against my chest, and I’m amazed as I watch tiny little goosebumps dot the skin on her neck. I’m close to melting into her myself.
I need to show her she means something to me, she’s not just some girl I’m banging. That the obedience she shows me, even though she is anything but compliant by nature, allows her to see things with me that most will never know. I lift her petite frame easily in my arms as I kiss her plump lips softly. Firmly claiming her mouth, I carry her upstairs to the master bedroom and into the en-suite without breaking the kiss.
Her legs tighten around my hips as she tries to get closer to me. It’s as though we’re fused together, impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. Her sweet lips against mine are a powerful addiction.
I slide my tongue in and out of her mouth before tangling it with hers. She’s no shrinking violet. She may have been obedient earlier, but in her kiss, she struggles to take control. When she doesn’t win, she nips my lower lip in frustration before soothing it with the soft swipe of her tongue. I open my eyes briefly and see in the reflection of the mirror across from us her unconscious writhing against me has her skirt bunched around her waist. Her exposed bottom on display, the soft curve of her ass begs me to grab and squeeze, so I do.
The heat of her sex burning against my abdomen disorients me for a moment as I turn and press her back to the glass enclosure of the shower. Fumbling with the shower tap, I deepen our kiss. I hear her whimper as warm water floods our clothed bodies. Before I can stop myself, I hear myself groan.
“Baby girl…,”
I feel her shiver before she arches her back and all but thrashes in my arms. She’s close to losing it, her need riding her heavy as her fingers scrabble against my skin; clawing and clutching in a frenzy. I slide my lips down her chin and over her neck, finding that sweet spot that drives her wild.
“Ah!” she moans, grinding her pelvis against me. “Slade, please! I need you.”
The sheer need in her voice sends an electric jolt right through me. No matter how many times I get hit in the head with a perfectly timed right hook, it doesn’t make me as weak in the knees as she does when she responds to me. I’m triggered by her reaction, the beast inside me awake and howling.
My thick fingers fumble with the fabric of her dress as I try to locate the zipper. A frustrated growl rises from my throat as I grab her dress and rip it right down the back seam. It’s not easy work with wet fabric, but in my own frenzy, it practically shreds in my hands. I’m no longer trying to set a mood, I just need access to my littlebird’s body, now. I drag the material roughly off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist as the warm water continues to cascade over her naked skin. I pause momentarily to admire the perfection of her body, glistening with wetness. I cup one of her firm breasts in my large hand, kneading and squeezing it gently.
I pull back and stare into her eyes. She is my sole focus, the rest of the world has faded around us, and we are reduced to this moment in time, these precious seconds where it’s just her and I breathing in unison. I am struck by the surrender in her eyes. She’s my firecracker, my pistol, my fucking hurricane of a girl, yet, right now, she’s mine to command. I see it and cherish it. It’s the greatest gift she could have given me, and I will reward her for it handsomely.
My fingertips graze the swell of her breast before gently finding her taut nipple. It shrinks even tighter at my touch, making my mouth water. Instinctively, I pinch it hard, giving her a slight bite of pain. I hear her resulting hiss, so I do it harder. She stiffens, momentarily as her feet press hard against the shower glass. She moans louder, running her hands down my soaked chest before pulling my shirt apart and sending the buttons pinging off the tiles. She leans in, running her tongue along my muscles, scooping the rivulets of water running down my skin with her tongue. I can’t describe why it’s so hot, but the sight has my cock jerking in my pants.
The next thing I know, she’s shoving her hands between us, her fingers furiously tugging at my belt, undoing it. It’s a little awkward trying to hold onto her while she has her hands wedged between our slick bodies, but I wouldn’t drop her for anything. No sooner is my belt undone and zipper down than her hand encircles my throbbing shaft. I didn’t give her permission to touch me, but fuck, it feels too good to stop her, just yet. She swipes her thumb through the dribbles of pre-come that coat the head of my cock before rubbing it around the surface. She grips me tighter and strokes firmly down the shaft, straight to my swollen balls, which draw up tight against my groin in response.
Letting her play with me because she’s earned the privilege, I lean my head back on my shoulders, just enjoying the sensation of that tiny hand expertly stroking my cock. Fuck, if I let her keep going, I’m going to blow before I ever make love to her like I plan to. Letting her slowly slide down my body to her feet, I reluctantly pull her hand from my shaft. Grabbing both wrists, I pull them behind her back.
“Don’t move,” I caution firmly in her ear. Looking into her lust-drunk green eyes, I see she knows I mean it. Grabbing the soap from the dish on the wall, I lather it in my hands, my eyes never leaving hers. Once I’m good and soapy, I spread the suds over her thighs. The water has done a decent job of rinsing away the stickiness, but this task has a dual purpose. I slide my hand up, fingers wandering over her flat belly before dropping back down and teasing the lips of her sex. Her eyelids drop to near closed as she falls back against the shower tiles. Swirling my index and middle fingers over her clit, I listen to her shallow breathing and soft keening with a smirk of satisfaction. I deliberately return to playing with the soft folds of skin shielding her clit, touching her everywhere but that throbbing nub.
Her eyes pop open after a few seconds, and I see that fire ignite, telling me she’s having a hard time holding her tongue. My littlebird has something sassy to say, I just know it, but she’s doing such an amazing job controlling the impulse to spit it out. To my regret, a small chuckle escapes me. This is not the time for humor, but fuck if she isn’t cute when she’s riled. After a beat, I’ve got my focus back, and I press her back against the wall. She’s immediately cowed and docile once more. My heart starts to pound as I bring a hand up to circle her throat, squeezing gently as I look her straight in the eye, my voice coming out calm and controlled.
“Baby girl, look at me. Right here,” I say as I point to my eyes with my other hand. “Don’t look away and don’t you dare close your eyes. Understand?”
I see her swallow hard before giving a short nod. Pleased, I hike her leg up on my hip and guide my engorged cockhead to her pussy. She’s so hot, I’m surprised steam isn’t coming off her. I push into her with one forceful thrust for the second time today, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. I need to place my mark on her again. I don’t ever want her to be without it. I thrust deeper as my hand squeezes her neck tighter. Her eyes widen as I continue to force my way inside, but she barely blinks. The tighter I squeeze her neck, the harder her pussy clenches around my dick. Choking it. My strokes are slow and sure, yet forceful, at the same time. I take my time, enjoying the wet slide of my cock inside her, the warm, silky feeling of the soft tissue embracing me as if welcoming me home once again.
Our bodies glide effortlessly against each other as I lean in and kiss that spot on her neck that always makes her gasp in pleasure. As soon as I hear that delightful sound, I bite down, pinching the flesh hard between my teeth. I know it will leave a bruise, but I don’t care. I want everyone to see that this woman is mine.
She whimpers at the brief pain, then exhales slowly as if she is suddenly complete. She moves her hands from my shoulders to link them behind my neck. She tightens her arms and legs around me as she slides her tongue around the shell of my ear. I can’t explain why, but the gesture is so erotic it makes me tremble.
Holding onto her tighter, I move to give her a long, slow kiss, attempting to pour every ounce of what I’m feeling into her. I’ve never felt so close, so in tune with another human being. I wouldn’t be surprised to find our hearts beating with the same rhythm that’s how in sync we are.
I’m overcome with the need to not only possess her but to show her what she has done to me. Somehow, I’m able to slide the shower door open and still hold her tight with one arm. I don’t give a good goddamn that the shower is still running. It can flood the whole fucking apartment, I couldn’t care less. I want her in my bed, beneath me, my hands, lips, and tongue adoring her entire body before fully claiming her. I don’t want there to be any doubt in her mind she is mine, and I am hers. I never thought I’d see the day when a woman would be my weakness, but Raven is mine. At the same time, she’s my strength, too. She is my completion.
I carry her to my bed, still deep inside her the whole way. I don’t even withdraw as I smoothly slide her back on the bed. I want to give her more pleasure than she’s ever known in her life, in bed and out of it. I want to drown us both in this emotion I’m feeling, but I can’t bring myself to leave the ecstasy of possessing her body so intimately.
I let my hands roam over the exposed flesh beneath me—her sides, her neck—finally pulling back to look deep in her eyes. I caress her beautiful face as I deepen my strokes, wanting her to truly feel me. She doesn’t know it, but I’m surrendering to her in my own way. I have fallen head over heels, unmistakably, in love with this woman.
With that realization, my self-control snaps. I can’t explain it, but the urge to make her mine again is irresistible. I slide a hand down to her thigh and pull her leg up high. I want to go deep, deeper than anyone has ever been inside her.
Closing my eyes tightly, my thrusts quicken and grow more forceful. I’m caught by surprise when I realize I’m growling like a rabid animal. I’ve been so caught up in the bliss of her body and the warmth of my feelings, I’ve lost sight of my surroundings. Casting my gaze back to Raven, I see her biting her lip so hard, a little bead of blood has pooled on her lip. Her body quakes beneath mine, and I know she’s desperately trying to hold back, to keep from coming without my permission.
