Chapter 20 Raleigh #2
We clung to each other’s hands with Daddy’s arms wrapped around us to keep us from getting too bouncy and impatient while we waited. My naughty side was itching to come out, and the cage was so close, while the scene that was taking place inside felt like it had been going on forever.
Orgasm denial was an erotic game I enjoyed when I was the tormentor, like the two men in the cage who were teasing their third, but positively adored when I got to be the one who was being tormented. Something about riding that ragged edge really did it for me.
Yes! The cage was coming down.
Daddy’s hold on us prevented me from bounding forward and getting in the way of the group coming out of the cage, and it was a good thing too, because the attendant passed them a pack of Clorox wipes to use on the bars before Murry and I were allowed to go in.
“Remember the first time we did this?” Murry asked, head resting on my shoulder as the cage rose, Daddy growing smaller and smaller as we stared down at him. “I was so scared, and you went and started swinging the cage.”
“Got you over being scared, didn’t it?” I said, giggling when he poked me.
Of course the imp in me came out then, and I poked him back, moving around him in a slinky dance as a song we both loved hit.
Do I want to know? by Arctic Monkeys had been one of our favorite songs to strip to, especially when we got to perform as a team.
I slipped into our old routine, with a few added twists, as I tapped, prodded, and poked my fairy boy, who feigned indifference and stuck his nose in the air, attempting to ignore me, until I started lovingly stroking his wings.
First he turned and shook his fingers at me, his frosty stare slowly melting as I pressed my hands to my heart while tossing my head back like cupid’s arrow had just struck me as I slid to my knees in front of him.
Murry played his part to a T, rebuffing me at first, even pressing one of his booted feet to my chest and pushing me away.
I bent backwards, flattening myself against the bottom of the cage so Murry could step over top of me and dance, while I stared up at him, hands gripping his thighs, drawing wolf whistles from some in the crowd below.
I sat up when he stepped past me, spinning on my knees when he grabbed my hand and tugged me towards him, helping me back to my feet.
The dance continued as I cornered him against the side of the cage where we shared a sizzling kiss that garnered cheers and whistles.
As I drew back to stare down into Murry’s eyes, a shudder rippled through my body as Murry palmed my cock through the mesh and G-string I wore, rubbing until I rocked my hips to the beat, fucking myself against his hand.
It was his turn to shine now, as he caressed, ghosting kisses along my collarbone, the mesh preventing me from feeling the full effect, but it was still enough to raise goosebumps.
He trailed a fingertip over the mesh on my hip, caressed my thigh, and tugged me until our bodies were pressed together so he could grind against me.
Hot as sin and as wickedly provocative as when we’d been dancing at the club, we played to every shifting beat of that song, nearing the end of it with me pinning Murry’s hands over his head as I yanked him into a scorching kiss, my free hand planted firmly on his ass.
“Mine!” I snarled against his lips, tugging, rocking his lower body against the thigh I’d wedged between his legs.
He rolled his hips to the beat as it faded away, the final moments of the song lost as our kiss deepened again.
There were people cheering, while others clapped and whistled, then Daddy’s voice proudly rang out, letting everyone within earshot know those were his pets.
I’d dreamed of moments like that when I was younger, though I’d known my folks would never show up for any kind of school programs or performances.
Having him fulfill that for me now, in this magical place filled with every implement of exquisite pleasure the mind could dream up, meant the world to me.
Knowing how hard it was to wait for our turn in the cage, I signaled for the cage manager to bring us down as soon as we’d broken the kiss. It was time to get back to work and give the onlookers who’d been admiring us from afar closer looks at the amazing gear Daddy had made.
There was so much applause when the cage touched the ground, and the attendant opened the door to allow Daddy to sweep us into a great big hug.
He even wiped the cage down for us while we took a bow and remembered to pass out cards to appease Aspen.
Daddy was quick to rush to our sides when people started surrounding us to get a closer look at the gear, though.
Like at the club, people knew not to touch what wasn’t theirs, but Daddy did give permission for a few of them to touch the gear, especially our wings and cowls.
When it came to the mesh, he gently tugged it away from our bodies so they could feel it without putting their hands on one of us.
I’d noticed more and more pets in the room as the day went on, some varieties Daddy hadn’t started making gear for yet.
Each time we’d seen one like that, we’d pointed them out to him so he could jot the type of pet down for consideration later.
A beaming Murry held out his hand to me, and I grabbed it and held on tight while people continued flocking around to admire our gear, proud to share this moment with him.
And every other moment until the end of time.