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Our relationship had begun with kink and the hell I’d let that other man inhibit what we got up to. But I was still careful with her. Maybe too much so.

I rubbed my chin. “Did you okay this purchase with me?”

“No.” Her eyes widened and she shifted on her knees in an obviously guilty way. “Should I have? I don’t think Sir has asked me permission to let him decide what I spend.”

Well, well. “Permission?”

Permission mightn’t have been set up but...I could see her brat side coming out here. “You used Sir in that sentence, which makes me think you like the idea.”

She had a safeword,
Rincewind
, if I recalled right. As I pulled her to her feet, a pair of tits showing erect nipples through her dress enhanced that doe-eyed look.

“Damn, that’s see-through.”

Wren looked down and smiled. “Of course.”

“Does a cage get you going? If I say I want to see you in it? Maybe fuck you in it? Are you my little slave today? Hmmm?” I nudged up her chin with one finger.

“I guess...Sir. Yes. If you wish. You like the cage?”

I laughed and cruised my gaze down her body. “I think I like the idea of you in it, some mornings, yes. You realize I’m going to have to order you in there, if I think you’ve been bad?”

“Mmm.” She took a big breath, making those tits rise.

“Pull your dress up so I can see your pussy, little slave.”

“Oh, fuck.” Her hushed swearing had the hallmarks of lust.

“Did I say you could swear?” I bunched my hand in the back of her hair, then wound it about my fist, and made her stand on her tiptoes. Wren whimpered.

I cursed under my breath. “Those little noises. My hard-on just got harder.”

She snorted. “Good to know.”

“Dress!”

“Oh. Sorry.”

I extended the arm holding her so I could watch her properly. As she gathered her dress in both hands, slowly, the hem crept upward. Minx, she was teasing me.

I gave her a shake. “Faster, little slave.”

She gasped, then snickered, and sped up the climb of the hem. It ended with just a hint of her pussy peeking out at me. The split of her sex had to be one of the most enticing things a man could see, except if she was bent over the other way and showing it off.

“Damn. No underwear?” I blew out a breath. “A little higher. I need to test your wetness.” I eyed her tits too.

She arched a brow but shifted her dress a few inches higher.

“Are you wet enough for me? Well?”

“I don’t know, Sir.” The way she nibbled her lip and squirmed made me sure she was. My Wren was feeling the heat. I’d bet her fortune she was dying for me to touch her.

“Put two fingers between your legs, and run them between your pussy lips, along that cunt of yours, then show them to me. If they’re wet, I’ll only spank your cute little ass. If they’re not wet, I’m going to spank that pussy until it is wet
then
fuck your ass.”

“Ohmigod. That’s so ho –” she whispered. “Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t forget, it’s my ass to fuck if I want to fuck it.” I murmured that then moved in, towering over her, bending her neck back so I could look down on her. I pressed my dick closer too, rubbing it against her stomach, as I spoke. “Slowww or fast, with a twelve-inch dildo, or with my fingers. Remember that.”

She nodded fast and went, “Mmm. Yes. Please.”

I grinned. Ass fucking was one thing I knew she loved. This punishment was going off-course quickly.

“Feel your pussy. Now.”

She did as I asked, lifted her dress an inch higher and slid her fingers between her legs and along her pussy while I watched, then she showed me them. Her juices glistened on those fingers, a strand stringing across from one finger to the other.

“Now that’s what I call wet,” I murmured. “I’d like to bend you over that bed and stick my cock in you, but I have other things to do first. Duty calls.”

Her mouth downturned. My cock twitched but it could wait. I had an itch to do things to her. This cage made me want to tie her up to something and fuck her until she couldn’t lift a little finger. Using her hair, I turned her around and pushed her toward the bed.

“You’re not coming until I’m happy with you. First I need to punish you for spending money I never said you could spend. And for buying that dragon thing.” I almost laughed out loud.

“Heyyy.” She tried to turn back to me, so I smacked her butt.

“Go! Bend over that bed and stick that butt out.”

When she’d wriggled up there then wriggled the dress up above her thighs, then wriggled her pussy against the quilt so I could see her slit shining with moisture...damn lot of fucking
hot
wriggling, after all that, I was finding it hard to breathe.

I chuckled to myself and found the belt in the new bedside drawer. At least she’d put it back there. I doubled it over.

“Count out the strikes while I make your butt glow red, little slave.” With the folds of her dress in my hand, I squashed her lower back to the bed.

I began with it hard and surprised her, made her yelp. “Punishment is
supposed
to feel bad.”

“Owie!” She did that wriggle. Lord, I could watch her cunt move when she did that, forever.

“Don’t try to distract me. Damn you’re such a slut.”

When she sucked in a breath as if to protest, I grinned and went to town on her ass, whopping her with the belt low on her thighs where she’d love it as well as higher up on her ass. I made her a pretty canvas of white, red and pink, and she made the room echo with squeals and yelps, then at the last with panting and moans.

“You like this.” I traced a stripe mark with a fingertip then whacked the flat of the leather along her pussy.

“Fuck!” Wren sank into the bed, her eyes slammed shut, and she damn well quivered.

“You better not come.” I ripped off all my clothes and tossed them aside, let my cock out to point at the girl it wanted, like some bloodhound on the trail. I turned her over, and let her see it.

“My cock wants inside you. Get off your clothes.”

Then I stroked my shaft while she pulled the dress over her head. “Good.”

With one hand, I pushed her onto her back on the bed, then straddled her and whipped the belt around her wrists and tied it, towed her off the bed, her tits swaying, her nipples enticing me so I had to pause and suck on them both while two of my fingers ended up halfway up her cunt.

She groaned and leaned into me, shuddering.

“No coming. Get in that fucking cage.”

I forced her to her knees, my cock slapping across her mouth at one point. She opened and sucked in the tip of my cock. I pulled out fast.

“Fuck, girl. No sucking me off until I say!”

“Please?”

“Uh-uh.”

I urged her into the cage and slammed the door then went in search of the red leather collar, and leash I’d bought, but not showed her, desperately looking in shopping bags and under discarded clothes.

Where the hell did it get put?

It was in that same drawer I’d found the belt in. Figured. I went back to her and opened the cage. Too crazed to introduce her to the collar properly, I just hauled her over by her hair and stuck my cock in her mouth for a few sucks, pumping it in there, while I strapped the collar on her neck and buckled it.

“You go girl,” I said, in awe of the hot pulse of lust drawn from my cock by her mouth greedily licking and tonguing me. “Enough!” I finally managed, groaning as my dick left her mouth.

The cage was high enough to fuck her on all fours, if I went inside, but hell no. Something more depraved called me.

I clicked the leash on the collar and took a turn through the leather of the belt between her wrists as well, then attached her to a spot on the cage wall a few feet inside and to the right. That left her on all fours with her three quarters of her body outside the cage, and her head hidden inside.

She liked hiding her head when she came. This time she had no choice.

“That’s what I like. A slave who knows I only need to fuck her cunt. Are you my little slave, the one with the wettest cunt, the one that sucks all the cum from me when I tell her to?” I slapped her ass.

“Yes, Sir. I am.”

“Let me hear you beg.”

“Pleeease fuck me.” Then she whispered. “I’m going to die in a minute if you don’t. Please Glass. Please, Sir.” She’d gone down onto her elbows and had stuck that butt out even higher.

I laughed and shoved my cock in, deep, gliding all the way in, feeling her wetness smooth the way, and more liquid squeeze out to wet my balls.

I suppressed a groan, knowing I wasn’t going to last and wondering what else I could do with this cage. I fucked her hard and fast, even hearing her curse once when she slid forward into the bars, but she only moaned some more after that. Her body tightened, her squeals and panting stopped as she built toward orgasm, putting out little grunts. As she came, I felt her walls clench in on my cock. I rammed my cock into her even further – so far I figured my balls were nearly in her too.

The climax hit me like a fucking tsunami.

I caught my breath, and leaned in to nip Wren on the shoulder, laughing at myself. Tsunami. Oriental bed and cage. Yeah, I was on a roll.

When I’d pulled out and cleaned up and came back to her, she was still sprawled half collapsed onto the floor, half inside the cage. I went to one knee and looked in at her. Her eye opened, as she peeked at me, then shut. From her breathing she was only just coming down. Sometimes she took a while.

“Guess my slave needs to be left her here with my cum dripping from her as punishment too.”

“Uhhh. Can I call Sir a bastard?”

“Nooo.” I bent over her butt, eyeing those red lines. “Because this happens.” I bit her squarely in the middle of one ass cheek.

“Eek!”

“Look at that. Such a great tooth mark.”

“Tooth mark? One only? Top or bottom? Is Sir some mutated Cyclops with only one tooth?” She smirked at me.

I tsked. She was still tied, still with that gorgeous red embossed collar on her neck.

“I think my slave needs more of something.”

I pulled her legs over and apart a little, so I had access to her cunt, then I inserted three fingers into her, working them in slowly while I watched her face and massaged her clit around and around, up and down, with my thumb.

She squeaked and writhed her butt, as if to get away. When I held her down, she watched me, frowning, her mouth open.” I don’t think... I can’t do. Another.”

“We’ll see.”

I grinned malevolently. I’d not tried to get a G spot orgasm from her yet. I wondered if I could.

I wriggled those fingers higher, searching, waiting to see what happened. One particular area made her head fall back as she sighed. Her walls moved in on my fingers. I kept rubbing there.

“Good?”

“Mmm.”

It took some time to work her into the right state, took a lot of bites on her inner thighs, as well as lots of hard labor with my fingers, my tongue, but it was so worth it. Seeing her arch and scream three times in a row then beg me to stop.

“No more. Please.”

I smiled. “Fun times ahead,” I said, kissing her belly. “Now I know I can do that.”

She groaned at me blearily, still lying twisted where I’d dragged her from the cage, on her back, her hair wrapped across her face and neck. “I was right,” she said hoarsely. “You are a ba...”

“Hmm?”

“I mean. I mean, Sir is an angel.”

“Of course I am.”

“A bad angel, if that’s possible.”

“I’m sure it is.” I lay down beside her and kissed her neck. “What do you want for dinner? I’m cooking...which means ordering from the shop.”

“Really?” She licked her lips. “I’m so thirsty. How about just fruit and a cheese platter? You can have that ham and roast meat too, if you want?”

“Sure. I can make that myself. I’ll get you some water then it’s in the shower with you. ASAP. You stinky, sweaty thing.”

“Pffft. Your fault. Glass?”

“Yeah?” I paused in the middle of rising.

“Thank you. That was amazing. I wasn’t sure you’d like it...the cage.”

“Hmmm. You need to worry about me liking it too much.”

“Ohhh. Oh my.” Her mouth stayed open.

I chuckled and left her to think.

Later, we settled down to the cheese, fruit, and meat platter, along with some mulled red wine, outside at a timber table. Sitting on one long bench together, we could watch the stars come out over the mountains. It was cold, but we’d rugged up.

I didn’t think I’d ever been as content as I was at that moment.

I put my arm over her and squeezed her shoulder. “Come here. Sit on my lap, woman.”

“Woman?” She waggled her eyebrows. “Not sure I agree with that diminutive insult.

“It’s not an insult. It’s what you are, just as I’m a man. Now come here or I’ll make that ass even redder, and do it out here in the fucking cold.”

“Well. When you ask nicely like that.”

Once I had her comfy on my lap, I rested my chin beside her ear, feeling her breathe, smelling her hair. “You’re not allowed to change your shampoo without asking,” I whispered. “You smell too good.”

“You’re such a dork sometimes.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “You said you bought something today too?”

“Yes.” I reached over and pulled the package closer. “Found it at an antique shop type place.”

“I know you. Bet it was that guy with a street stall.”

“It was an upmarket stall.” I unrolled the white cloth, revealing a magnificent curved blade. “I think it’s Arabian. Niello engraving, see?” I traced the dark markings. “Solid silver blade. It may not be antique but it is beautiful.”

“Ohhh. A knife. I do agree. It’s very pretty. Can I touch it?”

“Sure. Best to keep it in the cloth when you handle it.”

I placed the cloth and the knife across her hands then had one of those moments that make you want to facepalm. A knife like this, after what had happened to her?

Though I watched her carefully, it seemed not to faze her. As if to see the blade in the moonlight, she raised the knife.

“I might start a knife collection.”

“Antique knives would be great to collect, Glass. I’ve seen some before but it never seemed...the right time. There’s a lovely shop in Paris. I’ll take you there.”