Chapter 30 Steele
THIRTY
STEELE
Fuck.
Fuck.
No, seriously. Fuck. Because how am I supposed to keep my dick from getting hard when Sydney is on her knees in front of me?
Just the thought of her doing something as intimate as removing my piercings has my balls tingling already, the beginning of a much-needed release blooming to life deep within my core.
But I know I can’t allow it to happen because that cage is way too small to fit if I’m even kind of erect.
Like the she-devil she is, she licks her lips, her gaze starting at my cock and climbing slowly up to where I’m looking down at her.
She’s got my fucking number—which is a surprise to absolutely no one—her fingertips dusting the hair at the tops of my thighs before she seals the moment with a coy wink.
I groan, biting down on the inside of my cheek while she gets to work, unscrewing the first barbell.
She focuses her attention on the tiny metal ball, her face close enough that every soft breath that puffs from her lips ricochets off my heated skin.
It’s fucking torture, but at the same time, I can’t get enough of her touch as she carefully removes the first curved bar.
Moving on, she takes them out one-by-one, leaning to set them on the accent table before returning to her spot in front of me.
I’ve managed to stay fairly flaccid up until now, but when she takes me in her warm hand and begins working the silicone ring down my shaft, I know I’m fucked.
“This will go around everything,” she tells me as she reaches the base of my cock.
I have to fight to keep my eyes from rolling back when she cups my balls, giving them a gentle tug before feeding them through the flexible band.
It feels a little unnatural, but I’m more concerned with the other part not fitting, since I’m growing thicker by the second.
It’s impossible not to when the hottest woman I’ve ever been in the presence of is looking up at me from her knees.
My heart pounds in my chest, a heady mixture of nerves, arousal, and devotion overtaking every one of my senses. She’s incredible, and I’m the luckiest motherfucker in the world for being in this room with her right now—even though I have a feeling she’s going to make me regret it later.
“This,” she says, holding up the cage, “fits over the tip of your cock, and locks onto the ring. It looks small, but that’s by design. I promise it’s your size. Are you ready?”
I swallow the nervous lump in my throat, my palms sweating at my sides. “Am I…soft enough?”
She nods, a devious grin playing at her lips.
“Doesn’t matter, bad boy. It’s going in there, one way or another.
” Before I can ask if she’s being serious, she fits the silicone sheath over my tip and slowly begins sliding it toward the base.
It’s definitely a tight fit, my semi-hard dick pushing tighter against the smooth material with every inch that disappears inside.
Skin bulges from the slots in each side, and I hiss a breath through my teeth when she runs a barely-there touch over it.
“Take a few deep breaths for me,” she instructs. “Close your eyes and relax. We only need about an inch before I can lock you comfortably.”
I do as I’m told, allowing my lids to fall shut as I inhale deeply through my nose. “Comfortably,” I echo on a huffed laugh. “There are a lot of words I could use to describe this. Comfortable will never be one of them.”
She rolls her eyes. “I meant without pinching your junk, smart-ass. Breathe.”
Obeying, I rest my head on the wall, focusing on the air that enters and leaves my lungs. It takes a minute, but eventually, she’s able to fasten the cage with the small, black lock. It’s snug, though not nearly as torturous as I expected it to be now that I’m soft again.
“That’s a good boy, baby,” she praises, pressing a kiss to the tip before she stands to her feet and carefully pulls up my boxers and pants. Surprisingly, the cage isn’t visible through the thick fabric, which is ideal since we have to join everyone back in the kitchen.
“That stays on until I decide you’ve earned the right to be free again,” Sydney says, pulling the key—that hangs from a long, braided chain—over her head. “You won’t be able to achieve an erection, but it’s possible to orgasm while wearing it, although I hear it’s not very pleasant.”
Her words roll around in my head, and for the very first time since we’ve been doing this, jealousy begins to bubble to the surface.
It never really bothered me that she had subs before—so did I—but now, the thought of her doing stuff like this with anyone else has me feeling something I’ve definitely never experienced before.
I want to find every one of them and tear them limb from limb for daring to even breathe the same air as my girl.
They didn’t fucking deserve her, and they’ll never touch her again.
With scorching hot possessiveness burning me from the inside out, I can’t stop myself from curling a hand around the back of her neck and slamming my mouth to hers. She stumbles back from the force, but I dig my fingers into the sensitive flesh, keeping her right where she is as I ravage her.
“You’re fucking mine,” I growl, sinking my teeth into her lower lip and earning a sexy little moan. “You may have me caged right now, with the key around your neck, but make no mistake, Sydney. You belong to me. Do you understand?”
My cock fills with blood, pressing against the inside of the restraint with so much pressure that I’m surprised it doesn’t burst into a million pieces, but I don’t give a fuck.
Because the next sentence out of her mouth makes every bit of the discomfort I’m feeling fade into nothing as it fills the sliver of space between us.
“I’m yours, Steele. Only yours.”
“Fuck,” I reply on a relieved exhale, kissing her again.
Her lips part, my tongue immediately pushing past them and licking along hers as she feeds me the sweetest whimpers that I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.
My hands roam her curves, unable to settle anywhere because I need to feel all of them at once.
I feel the tethers that have been holding on to those three monumental words begin to snap, one at a time, until finally, I can’t keep them in for another second.
“Syd, I l—”
“Sorry to interrupt,” a muffled, feminine voice says from the other side of the door, cutting off my admission. We both freeze, listening as Livvy knocks, then speaks again. “Angus has to go outside. Is he allowed in the backyard, or do you want me to put him on a leash and take him out front?”
I drop my chin to my chest, squeezing my eyes shut as I reel myself in.
I’ve been suppressing my feelings for what feels like a lifetime—it’s actually a wonder that I haven’t blurted them out already.
I’ve known for a while that I’m in love with her, but I’ve been too scared to say the words out loud, in fear of her not reciprocating.
I don’t think I could handle it if she didn’t.
“Let him out the back door,” Sydney says, loud enough for her sister to hear. “We’re just finishing up. We’ll be right there.”
Livvy walks away, and I raise my head, my stare locking onto the most captivating blue eyes I’ve ever seen. A soft smile tugs at her lips, and I can’t help but mirror it because she’s so fucking adorable.
“We should probably go,” she says. “Does everything feel okay down there?” Her gaze falls to my caged dick. “No pinching or pain?”
“No, Mistress,” I reply obediently because I know she loves it. “It’s awkward, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s going to be a long few hours, though.”
She smirks, her ocean eyes dancing with mirth. “Who says I’m letting you out after a few hours? I have to make sure you’ve been properly punished first.”
Oh, shit.
Ninety minutes later, I’ve nearly forgotten about the silicone restraint, too busy entertaining my teammates to spend any amount of time focusing on it.
Sydney had the entire evening catered by her favorite restaurant, complete with non-alcoholic drinks for Fin and Bailey, who just arrived with Jett about a half-hour ago.
To no surprise, she pulled out all the stops for Angus, ensuring that his first day home was an unforgettable one.
He and Boner are both fast asleep in the living room, completely exhausted from playing together.
“Can I help with anything?” Syd asks as I lift a full trash bag from the bin. Everyone is scattered around the main floor, talking and having a great time. It feels good to have them in my house, making themselves right at home like we’ve known each other for years. “I feel bad.”
I raise a brow. “You feel bad because I’m taking out the garbage?” I look around. “Everything is fine. There’s no mess or anything, and even if there was, I’d have no problem taking care of it. Go enjoy yourself.”
She looks at me through her lashes, a knowing smile lifting the corners of her mouth as she walks in my direction.
I set the bag aside, standing to my full height and pulling her into me as soon as she’s close enough.
We haven’t been affectionate in front of anyone yet, but at this point, they all pretty much know, so who gives a fuck?
I need to feel her in my arms, even if it’s only for a minute.
“Why are you so good?” she asks, her bright blue eyes sparkling as she nuzzles into my embrace.
Her soft scent invades my senses, and I drop my nose to her hair to consume as much of it as I possibly can.
“I would’ve never guessed it before I really got to know you, but you’re the sweetest guy in the world. ”