Page 32 of Covert Desires

She bites her lip like it doesn’t give away her intentions, like her lust isn’t written on her rosy cheeks in capital letters. But I know what wanting looks like,realwanting. It’s one of the few emotions I understand.

“Let me help. Make it up to you.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.” Kiah crosses her arms over her chest. Despite the resounding no, I can see her calculating in her mind, weighing up her options.

“You can’t keep me locked up like this forever!” I can’t help it, I snap, my voice rising to dangerously aggressive levels.

Kiah closes the door behind her and walks over to the bed. Towering over me with her hands on her hips, her scowl is as menacing as her posture.

“That is the last thing I plan on doing. My happily ever after doesn’t include spoiled brats who can’t keep their dicks in their pants.”

She smacks my caged cock with her backhand, and I instantly winch in pain, swearing under my breath in Italian.

My body fucking betrays me, though, and her mere touch makes my dick needy, pressing against the edges of its confines, desperate for more—a reaction that doesn’t escape her notice.

The innkeeper arches an eyebrow, an amused smirk falling over her pretty face.

Up close, the little lines around her eyes are more noticeable, the grey streaking her hair in highlights. But it only makes her look even more attractive. She almost reminds me of my Spanish tutor I had as a kid.

Though my Spanish tutor never put my dick in a chastity cage.

And she definitely wasn’t the one keeping me tied up in the middle of nowhere as she poked her slender fingers into my cage, burning my skin with even the slightest contact.

I gasp involuntarily, every sense, every nerve-ending focused on the hand wrapping around my dick, tugging at the cage ever so slightly, just enough to be painfully pleasurable.

“Let me go, you bitch,” I spit before I can stop myself.

“I think you misunderstand who has control here.” Her voice is but a seductive whisper, a contrast to the cruel sneer on her face. Still, it doesn’t deter my arousal, not in the slightest.

Fire builds in my loins as the innkeeper traces the outline of the metal cage like she’s following a map, barely touching me at all but enough to drive me insane.

Why does this crazy woman have this effect on me? I'm not even fucking her, but I'm more turned on than I've ever been.

A grunt escapes my lips before I can swallow it back, feeling even less in control.

She has me right where she wants me, a little desperate bird in her hand.

But I don’t even care.

I’d do anything for her to keep touching me, to make me come.

But as quickly as she starts, Kiah drops my cock and walks away, leaving me desperate, on the edge, and so needy to finish.

This time, I can’t do anything about it. My hands are tied—literally and figuratively.

An anguished cry erupts from deep inside my belly, forcing my tormentor to look back on more time before leaving me to my misery.

“I’m in charge now, you little brat. It would serve you well to remember that.”

“I need to come. Please. Just finish it. You can’t leave me like this.” I sound pathetic, but I don’t even care. Who can be calm and calculated when your dick is burning with uncomfortable need?

“Watch me,” Kiah says, slamming the door in my face.

I shout curses after her in all the languages I know, but the door remains closed, my dick painfully ripe.

Squirming, I try to find some relief, some friction, but there’s none.

“You’ll pay for this!” I vow to the empty room. But it changes nothing about my situation.

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