Page 26 of Covert Desires

My dick is uncomfortably hard in the confines of its metal cage that feels cold against my sensitive skin.

With my good arm, I reach down, trying to slip one of my too-thick fingers into the space between the metal bars, but it’s no use.

But my balls are so sensitive, just like the flesh protruding from the cage, uncontained. Wherever I touch, need burns my skin with its familiar urgency.

In no time, my orgasm builds to the edge, pent up for too long.

Who knows how long I’ve been here, how long I’ve been in this cage without a release?

But it’s no use.

As a muffled howl of pleasure floats from the futon, I have to content myself with the ruined orgasm that drips from the top of my inescapable chastity cage. Unsatisfied.

For fuck’s sake!

There is no relief, just frustration, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to express my displeasure out loud.

It’s in my best interest that Kiah doesn’t know I’m getting stronger yet.

If I move too soon, I’ll ruin my only chance of escaping.

Fucking whore!

Why does she get to have a climax, but I don’t?

Just wait until I get out of this cage. She’s going to pay.

Just wait…

Chapter eight

Informant

(Kiah)

Mydayspassnottoo dissimilar than they would’ve had the little Ricci brat not shown up on my doorstep.

My daily jogs around the island are back in full swing, the only sure remedy for calming the tempest thoughts circling in the back of my mind.

I still get my reading done, my painting, laying in jams and pickles for the festive season. With one small change—caring for Nico.

There is something almost therapeutic about washing his body, tending to the wound, watching it slowly heal. My days have purpose again. A purpose beyond the mundane.

His complexion is looking much better than it did three weeks ago when I sewed the cut shut that morning after our fucked up first encounter.

The longer he’s here, the more disheveled his beard gets, his perfectly trimmed dark hair turning to slight curls as it lengthens. It completely changes his look, making him even more handsome—in a rugged way.

But it can never be enough to erase the memory of how fucked up he treated me before I managed to turn the tables and restrain him.

I should probably feel bad about how I retaliated, but I don’t. Putting Nico in a chastity cage without consent goes against every rule in the book, but we threw out that book when he tied me up in my own house and violatedmyconsent.

Fuck choosing the moral high ground. Why should it be on me?

My mind still flashes back to him towering over me, dick in hand, as he jerked off onto my face.

But it’s hard to marry the image of that rain-soaked brute with the delirious shadow of a man who’s been occupying my bed for weeks, still fully caged.

He should live—that’s the goodandthe bad news.

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