Ocean Of Need

💛 26 🔥🔥🔥 Uncaged

May 3rd Continued...

He reaches through the bars, cups my chin and pulls it upwards. My eyes meet his, and he says, 'Would you like your treat now?'

My head nods. Stupid head. And my mouth says, 'Yes Sir.' Stupid mouth.

Oh God. What's the treat going to be?

He walks to the his bag and I drop my head to the floor. My ass is throbbing. I hear a buzzing and turn my head to the side. He's carrying a graphite-black vibrator. It has some kind of fixing on it.

He turns it off, and says, 'I bought this especially for you. Another toy to add to your collection for the times I can't be here.'

'Can't be here?' Is he going away again? 'Are you...'

Before I can clarify he's already saying, 'If you can be very brave you can earn it.'

'Brave? Why would I need to be brave?'

'Sshhh, wait, I'll show you.' He puts his arm inside the cage, pushes my ass forward, away from the pole in the middle of the cage and  attaches the vibrator to the fixing on it. It points towards my pussy. Fuckkk. His hand slides into the side of my knickers, running it through my honey, scooping it up. I look through my legs and watch as he coats the vibrator with it.

'Oh God,' I moan into the floor.

'God can't help you, Miss Lilah, only I can,' he murmurs, and my pussy contracts.

He licks his lips as he slides my knickers to the side, then tugs my hips back towards the pole and pulls my pussy onto the vibrator.

Back at the front of the cage, crouching in front of me, he says, 'This is the part where you need to be brave. Can you be brave for me?'

Though my heart is pounding, my head is nodding, 'Yes Sir.'

He slides the bolt across the door of the cage.

'Sir, please...' My voice is a yelp, but it trails away as he stares into me. I see all the colours of the ocean in his eyes, all the colours of the sky too. There's a silver lining around his irises, sparkling at me.

'You can come out of the cage when you cum, Miss Lilah.'

What? How is this my treat? It sounds more like a punishment.

He stands. Walks to the leather chair and sits down. Watching me. Watching the effect of the bolted shut cage as my mind catches up with what's happening.

He has me trapped. Anything could happen. There would be nothing I could do. What if I can't cum? What if he doesn't hear me say the safe word? Just as panic starts to grip me, the vibrator turns on inside me.

I spin my head to look at it.

'What the fuck? How did that happen?'

I look back at him and he holds up an egg-shaped thing, the colour of charcoal.

'It's a remote-control. I have control of both my toys in the cage.'

I have a sudden urge to argue with him, but the vibrator is already doing its magic, and my body is falling for it.

It feels really, really good. I push back further, needing it deeper. Pushing against it I hold onto the bars. Heat builds in my thighs. Jesus, I'm going to come. He's going to let me out. This really is a treat.

'This is going to be easy,' I pant, as I arch my back, moan, deep and low. The vibrator slows. 'What's happening?' I whimper and look at him, to see him holding up the remote-control. 'Please,' I whisper.

'Please what?'

'Please Sir.'

'Push all the way onto it, Lilah. Let it slide deep into your pussy. I want to see it disappear into you. The way I disappear into you.'

I jolt at the way he says that. So softly, as if admitting to a crime, or telling me he loves me. Is he disappearing into me?

'Do as you're told, Lilah,' his voice is stern now and it snaps my mind into the present. I slide further onto the vibrator, impaling myself on it. I'm panting, sweat beading all over my body. I look at him, see him click the egg, feel the vibrator whir back to life.

I grind onto it. I have to come, have to get out of this cage, but it's not enough. Not fast enough. I'll never come like this.

'Please, please more,' I whimper, and that smile is there on his face again, along with that sadistic glint. I reach a hand down to my clit, but the vibrator stops.

'Not like that, Little Pet,' he says softly. As he walks towards me and like a strange magician pulls thick red silk ribbons from the pockets of his jeans. Reaching through the side of the cage he grips my wrist. I pull away, but there's no where to go. 'Settle down, Little Pet,' he says, as he wraps one ribbon around my wrist and ties it to a side bar with a knot and a bow. Then quickly moves to the other side of the cage and wraps that wrist to a bar too.

'Fuck.' I pull at my wrists, 'Fuck this stupid game.'

The vibrator turns on, deep inside me. It's stronger this time. Too strong, I scream as sweat drips down my body. He's still crouched at the side of the cage. Watching me curiously.

My knuckles are white, and razor-sharp as they grip the bars. He strokes each knuckle with the pad of his index finger, watching as the colour blanches out of them. I narrow my eyes at him.

He reaches for my thighs and strokes the inside of them, up one side down the other, always staying away from my core. I can't turn to look, because I'm feeling everything too much. My legs tremble under his spell and all I can do is hold on, and listen to my own moans as they reverberate around the room.

The vibrator turns off again and he walks back to his chair. This time I'm pissed off. My clit aches for release. I have had enough of this stupid fucking game. Not just this game, but the disappearing game too. The game of never knowing when he's going to leave, and then how long it will be before he comes back.

I bite the ribbon with my teeth, pulling the bow free, gnawing at the knot, then pulling it off my wrist and watching the red ribbon fall. I do the same with the other wrist. I'm aware of him watching me from his chair, but he makes no move to stop me.

I twist around and pull the vibrator roughly from the fixing on the pole. In my peripheral vision I see his mouth fall open and then shuts. I turn the vibrator setting to one below full and the pulse to continuous then hold it directly on my clit.

I look to him, not for direction, but to make sure I have his full attention as I scream, 'Yes, yes, oh fuckkkk.' My body bucks on the vibrator, black stars are in my vision, an orgasm taking me, so strong and so long, that all I can do is grip the vibrator and the bars, and scream, and scream, and scream.

Once I've got what I need I drop the vibrator to the floor of the cage. Honey coats my thighs, drips down my legs. My hair is plastered to my face. I reach my hand through the bars of the cage door and slide the bolt open.

He watches me saying nothing.

I crawl out of the cage, stand, stretch, and stride over to my bag. I take out my scarlet lipstick. It's the only one I own. Then I crawl back into the cage head first and write on the floor as fast as a ticker tape machine;

I ate the cage and licked my lips
You cannot keep me inside
The cage of what society says
A woman should be
I decide on me.

I reverse back out of the cage, pull on my sundress, pick up my bag, take out a pack of cigarettes and the heavy gold lighter I stole from Jameson, turn to Mac and say, 'Stop disappearing without letting me know how long you're going to be away. If you don't I won't be here when you get back.'

I light the cigarette, throw Jameson's lighter in the cage and walk out of the room. I didn't travel five thousand miles to end up back where I started. On my fucking knees and waiting in a cage of my own making. If Mac wants me for a piece of art, I'm going to need him to take all of my pieces, even the ones sharp enough to cut.