Chapter 8A chastity cage
eight
. . .
a chastity cage
“Tell me the truth or you know what happens.”
I wait for his response, but instead of words, a single bead of sweat journeys down his temple, and he squirms a little.
“Last chance, my boy. Tell me the truth.”
Another bead of sweat follows his Adam’s apple as he swallows. “I’m nervous,” he squeaks out, and though I already knew it, I needed him to say it–part of the process.
Moving the whip from where I tauntingly had it resting on his inner thigh, I bring it to his belly and watch his abs quiver. “If you weren’t nervous, I would say you aren’t ready. I would say you don’t understand. But nerves are good. Because you realize what happens after tonight.”
Another swallow, more sweat. “Give yourself to me this way,” I stroke the whip up and down his belly, calming his nerves.
“Shelve the fears and enjoy this, my boy, and you’re free.
” I lean down and bring my ruby lips to his, letting them graze as I relay the final bit. “Nothing will scare you after tonight.”
He nods, his eyes glassy and his chest moving quickly because he did tell the truth–he is nervous. At my hip, I tighten the belt. In front of me, I stroke my bare palm down the dildo. “Get on your knees.”
My finger has been hovering over the mouse in a state of “going to click” for the last few minutes. My audiobook has me completely transfixed. And I can’t help but think of Miller and all the promises of confidence I’ve made to him.
The heroine of this book is doing it–I can do it. The book is the reassurance I need, so I click my EarPod again, turning the audiobook back on.
He scrambles to his knees, his nerves now easily tangling with his excitement. I run a finger between the dark split of his ass and serve his hole with lube.
“Morning, Laney,” Miller says cheerily, causing me to jerk a little. As fast as possible, I turn my book off and pop my EarPods out, wanting to distance myself from the erotica as fast as I can now that he’s here.
“Morning,” I say, clearing my throat and finally clicking into the inventory screen, I was supposed to a few minutes ago.
He surveys the space. “Guys out back?”
I nod.
He leans across the desk next to me, propping himself up on an elbow. His hat is on, and I have the strongest urge to twist it backwards just to know how hot he looks, but that’s a girlfriend move, so I don’t.
“Can I talk to you privately?” he asks, voice rough and low, goosebumps rising along my arms.
“Yeah, but they’re out back.” I can see Beau and Atticus talking to a customer through the rectangular window in the door. “See?” I motion toward them, but Miller doesn’t turn around.
“More privacy.” He tips his head toward the bathroom. “Just a minute?”
I nod and follow him inside, where he doesn’t lock the door but puts his back to it instead. “What did you leave me?”
I study the beds of my fingernails casually, loving how surprised and confused he is. He’s just so… adorable.
“A chastity cage,” I tell him before folding my arms across my chest and smirking at him. “I take it that means you aren’t wearing it.”
“Wearing it?” he questions, eyes flicking between mine. “I’m not following you.”
Quickly, I pull my phone from my back pocket and do the inevitable Google search. I click an image, increase its size and hold it up for him. “This.”
His head swings away from the phone like I’m showing him a photo of a carcass or dead body. A large hand falls across his chest, and I can see his brain working. A moment later, his hand slides south, but he stops himself before he gets to anything good.
“ You want me to wear that ?”
“You were nervous when you got har–”
He halts me with a palm, color flooding his cheeks. “I know.”
“Well, this will allow you to not worry about that. At all. All you have to do is focus on enjoying and being open to the pleasure I’m offering.”
Scratching the side of his head, he looks down at the picture on my phone screen again. “How long do I… or when do es it…” He trails off, eyes coming to mine, hunting for answers.
“It relieves all pressures to control your body or perform. It allows you to focus on enjoying things, and you’ll find confidence in that.
You will discover who you are sexually when you know your performance isn’t on the table for grading.
” I nod, and he starts nodding, too, liking what I’m suggesting.
“I don’t know if I fully understand, but I’m going to try.”
“And you don’t have to wear it long. I’ll tell you when. And also, you will understand, trust me.” I think of the audiobook and do not allow that slithering imposter inside me to take over and shout, “ you’re making him do this all based on a book !” because fuck her. We’re doing this.
A slow grin crosses his lips. “You were thinking about my goods when you bought it.”
His words make my chest flutter because he’s right.
But I see his boldness and raise him. Stepping toward him, I say, “you’re right.
And I felt your cock last night, too. And guess what?
I’m going to see it bare. Hold it soft. Touch it hard.
Discover all the veins and curves with my lips and tongue.
Thinking about your cock when I bought this cage?
” I click my tongue and bring my face a bit closer to his. “That’s nothing .”
I leave that bathroom wearing the biggest grin, carrying the most excitement in me I have in a long, long time.
And I don’t think about how he couldn’t meet last night or what he was doing. I stay focused on when we do meet and everything I’m going to get to see and do.