When he was finished, he caught my chin with two fingers. “Shower.
Thoroughly. Then wait for me here.”
I swallowed hard, the words sticking in my throat, but nodded. “Yes,
Sir.”
And for the first time all day, the illusion of peace shattered.
“Lay down,” he said, his voice low, steady. Not harsh–but the kind of
tone that made my stomach flip, anyway.
I climbed onto the bed, heart hammering, and lowered myself to the
sheets. My palms were sweaty. My throat dry.
“Open your legs.”
Fuck.
I tried to breathe evenly as he went to the drawer and pulled out a small black box. My nerves spiked. It wasn’t big, but the way his fingers lingered on it made my chest tighten. He set it down next to me, the letters CB glinting on the lid.
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When he opened it, my heart slammed harder. No fucking way…
Inside was… yeah. I knew exactly what it was. A plastic casing shaped
for one thing only, with a ring at the bottom. A cage.
“I hope you won’t be fighting me on this.”
My dick twitched in sheer panic. “No, Sir,” I rasped. My voice didn’t
even sound like me.
He caught my cock by the base, his hand warm and commanding, and started guiding me into the casing. It took some… awkward maneuvering, twisting and fitting in ways that made me want to crawl under the sheets and die. By the time he secured the ring at the base, my balls trapped between ring and cage, I was biting the inside
of my cheek to stay quiet.
Click.
The padlock snapped shut, tiny but absolute. My cock was locked in plastic, caged like some medieval torture experiment.
I stared at the ceiling, breathing through my nose. The pressure was
uncomfortable, alien. Every part of me screamed humiliation.
But then his voice came low, deliberate: “You might think this is
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about torture. It isn’t. This is about protection.”
My eyes flicked up at him, confused.
He smoothed a hand over my chest, down to my stomach, gentle. “No
one touches what’s mine. Not again. Not ever.”
The words hit me harder than the cage.
He saw the question in my face, because his jaw tightened and his
voice grew quieter. “That night with Hale–I let him touch you, yes.
Because I believed you needed it. Because I believed a bold
introduction to the man who owns that world would help him see
your worth, see that you belonged there beside me.”
My chest ached, heat rising behind my eyes.
“But that was for me to decide alone, and I see now… it shouldn’t be.
Not like that. You are mine, Noah. Not a toy to display, not a prize to
pass around. You are my submissive. And I swear to you–no third will ever lay a hand on you again without our consent. Both of us.”
I swallowed hard, the cage suddenly less about humiliation and more
about… safety. Possession.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered, because I didn’t know what else to say.
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“Good boy.” His hand slid into my hair, firm but comforting, grounding me.
But moving–fuck–was awkward. Walking with this thing on was going to be a nightmare. The weight, the pressure–it made my groin feel like the center of attention in the worst possible way. Every nerve ending screamed aware.
He smirked at my awkward shuffle and tapped the cage with one knuckle, soft but deliberate. “Remember, this isn’t punishment. This
is me keeping what’s mine untouchable. You understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice cracked but I meant it.
“Good. Now get cleaned up. Presentation matters.”
The words landed heavy, the cage already rubbing every step I took as
I got up, my skin prickling. I tried to remind myself: this wasn’t about
pain. It wasn’t about Hale. It was about him. Sir.
And I’d rather carry this weight than ever again feel someone else’s hands on me.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
