Chapter Thirty-Six #2
He remains silent, the quiet eating away at my nerves as he carries me into his room.
He sets me down on his bed before squatting down in front of me.
Those pale eyes sear into me, not a hint of softness to them.
“You’re going to sit your little ass right here while I get ready.
The only words that come out of your mouth are yes, sir, and no, sir.
Do you understand?” I nod, but he grabs my cheeks harshly.
“What the fuck did I just say, Rosalie?”
“Yes, sir.” I breathe, my voice muffled.
“Good girl,” He praises before rising. Heat twinges in my lower belly as I watch him pad over to his closet. He reaches in before I hear something that sounds like metal clanging together, before he pulls out…
A cage.
He pulls out a fucking cage.
It looks custom-made, with black bars evenly spaced, wide enough for a hand to fit through, but not so wide that someone can squeeze out of it. It’s larger than any dog kennel I’ve ever seen, and it makes my pulse slam.
My eyes widen. “I’m not—”
He whips around, stomping towards me. “Don’t test me further.
” He threatens before hoisting me up and grabbing the bottom of my sports bra.
He yanks it off of me, baring my nipples to the cool air before shoving my bike shorts down.
“Now, you can either crawl in there like the obedient girl I know you want to be, or I can put you in myself like the brat you are.”
In my research, I’ve discovered a few terms I wasn’t entirely familiar with. Brat is one of those.
While it’s fun to listen and be praised, I prefer to make them work for my attention. Rage-baiting Roman is the best part. So, yeah, I’m pretty sure that I’m a brat.
I cross my arms over my chest, giving him a challenging look. “I don’t want to go in there.”
His jaw works. “I’m giving you the chance to make the right choice, Siren.”
I shrug. “I am making the right choice. I don’t have to listen to you.”
I’m poking the bear, and it’s giving me quite the thrill.
Seeing the thin thread of patience fray in him is like pure victory.
Truthfully, I don’t want to always be showered with soft touches.
I’ve discovered that I enjoy rough treatment in the bedroom, and that’s exactly what I’m going to get. One way or another.
He nods before scooping me up, and my arms flail to hold onto him. My surprise is short-lived as he shoves me into the cage, and I’m forced to crouch down, naked and kneeling, like a fucking dog. There’s a blanket beneath my knees, but it doesn’t help to cushion me.
Roman locks the door behind me, sliding the metal bar into place before he pulls up the rolling chair from his desk and sits before me.
He looks down at me like a god, his hard features sharp with disapproval.
“When you listen to me, I’ll let you out.
Until then, I think it’s time you learned a good lesson.
Lie on your back and spread those pretty legs for me. ”
My thighs are already slick with my arousal, but I don’t make any moves to listen. I only stare at Roman, trying to keep my smile contained as he tilts his head.
“You’re making your punishment worse, Siren.”
“This is a punishment?” I chuckle. “Oh, I thought you were joking. Seems a little weak, if you ask me.”
He doesn’t fall for my goading as he rises above me. He wedges his hands easily between the bars of the cage before pushing me onto my back and ripping my thighs apart. He slaps over the red welt forming on my right ass cheek, causing me to hiss as the heated ache spreads.
“That fucking mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble,” He growls before pulling a toy out of a bag next to the cage. It’s long, thick, and purple wrapped silicone with a hook near the base. I’ve seen sex toys like it before. It’s meant for penetration and to stimulate the clit.
I squirm a little as he presses a hand to my chest. He keeps me held down as he spits onto the toy to lubricate it.
“If you can take this without talking back, then I’ll give you the real thing.” He decides. “You have to earn my cock, Siren. Show me how well you can handle a toy, and I’ll give you what you want.”
He nudges my entrance with the head before slowly pumping his hand.
He works the toy into me, my own juices lubricating it further as I whimper.
Once he sinks it fully into me, he sits back in his chair and produces a remote from the bag.
He flips a switch, and I suck in a breath at the vibration over my clit, but it isn’t the only stimulation.
The toy itself is moving inside of me, causing enough friction to have me panting as my thighs try to close.
Roman reaches through the cage, forcing my legs apart. “Am I going to have to tie you up?”
When I fight against him, all of the sensations muddying my brain, he sucks his teeth before grabbing some rope and twining it around my ankles. He fastens my legs tightly to either upper corner of the cage, leaving me open as the toy fucks me.
He sits back in his chair, undoing his jeans as he pulls himself free.
I watch through hooded, lust-drunk eyes as he gives himself one long stroke.
The velvet wrapped steel in his hands beckons me, and I can’t take my eyes off of him as he works his cock.
Four rounded balls surround his bulbous head, the black metal glinting with his pre-cum.
He’s pierced.
“Show me how good it feels, Siren.” He commands in a rasp as he strokes himself. “Let me see you fall apart.”
His words drive my pleasure as I moan brokenly. The toy is filling enough, but it isn’t him.
“I want more—”
“Don’t make me stuff that mouth too,” Roman barks.
I groan in agony, the low sound of the vibration filling the room as I ride out the slow, creeping pleasure. With every flick of his wrist, my core responds, spasming as it drips. I want him inside of me. Not this stupid toy.
“Please—”
Roman stands abruptly, walking over to my discarded clothes before plucking my panties from the pile. His hand is still sliding along his cock as he lifts the lace to his nose and closes his eyes. “Fuck, you smell so good. It’s a shame it’s going to be wasted.”
I’m confused by his words until he reaches his hand through the cage and shoves my panties past my lips. I squirm as he balls them up, stuffing my mouth as I scowl at him.
“Since you can’t listen to instructions, I think this will do you some good, pretty girl.
Brats don’t get to talk.” He says before plopping back down in his chair.
His head tilts tauntingly as he stares through low-lidded eyes.
“By the end of the night, you’re going to be thoroughly marked by me.
Now, let me see you soak that toy, beautiful. ”
It’s sweet agony as my climax lazily climbs higher and higher.
It isn’t as filling, and I know I won’t be satisfied with the toy, but watching Roman stroke himself adds to it all.
Seeing the way his eyes narrow in pleasure at watching me slams me into bliss, and my core clenches around the silicone as my scream is muffled by my panties.
“That’s it,” He praises in a rasp before standing over me. His head rolls back against his shoulders as his thighs begin to shake. I’m not expecting the hot splash of his cum to paint over my stuffed folds and tense at the liquid dripping down me. It’s filthy and erotic. And I want more.
Roman drops to his knees, pulling the toy out of me before flashing it in front of my face.
“Clean our mess.” He removes the panties from my mouth before shoving the silicone past my lips, and making me clean our mixed heady taste from it.
I make a show of it for him, closing my eyes as I lavish my tongue around the head.
The whole time, he watches me with bated breath until he rips it back and tosses it aside.
He reaches into his bag, pulling out a permanent marker before untying my ankles.
Once I’m free from my restraints, there’s a slight soreness in the crook of my thighs, but I don’t have the time to think of it as he slaps my backside and gives me blunt instructions.
“On your knees. Ass up to the bars and arch your back. Let’s see how many times you can make me fill this pussy. ”
Anticipation and something primal hums through me as I do as he commands. One of the bars wedges between my folds, and I nearly moan at the coldness that soothes my heated skin.
Roman uncaps the marker with his teeth, spitting the lid onto the floor before marking my lower back with a line. “Every time I cum, you get a mark. I want the evidence of what I do to stay. If I could fucking tattoo it onto your skin, I would, Siren.”
His words make me shiver as he notches himself at my entrance.
The metal of his piercings touches my soaked core, and I groan as he shoves a hand through the bars and pins me down by the nape of my neck.
He fully enters me in one swift thrust, causing me to gasp as my walls stretch to accommodate him.
“You feel so fucking good,” He breathes harshly, drawing his hips back. “Have you learned your lesson, or am I going to have to fuck the sense out of you until you’re nothing but my puppet, Rosalie?”
My hands claw at the blanket below me as he slams into me. He sets a brutal rhythm, taking my very breath as I sob brokenly in sweet agony. “Yes, sir!”
“Which one is it?” He taunts, fisting my hair and pulling until there’s slight pain. “Come on, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”
I swallow back the screams threatening to rip from me as his piercing drags across something deep inside of me. My stomach spasms the way it did when he made me squirt, and I know I’m going to drench us as I answer him between breaths. “Fuck…me…”
He chuckles, the sound dark and depraved over me. “Yeah, huh? You want to be my little toy, don’t you? Such a good fucking girl.”