Page 111 of Game Over

I quickly parked and ran up to his floor, taking the stairs three at a time until I reached his door.

For a few moments, I just stood there. I knew I should knock, but something was stopping me. I took a deep breath. There was no way I would let my nerves get in the way here.

Slowly, I raised my hand, and knocked.

To my surprise, it was Tara who opened the door, her eyebrow raised irritably as she stood waiting for me to speak. “So?”

I stood there, confused. “You told me to come?”

“Yeah, and? You don’t have anything to say to me?”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Why do you sound confused? You ghosted me and then hid your identity for the better part of a year then started dating me and my boyfriend still without coming clean? That was… fucked Charlie. Super fucked.”

I sighed, she was right. I fucked it all up. “I’m really sorry Tara. I never meant for it to be like that. I was just… scared.”

She hummed, stepping aside to let me in. “How sorry are you, exactly?”

It almost felt like I was walking right into a trap, as I stepped through the door, but one I allowed myself to fall right into. “Very. I never meant to hurt either of you.”

I looked around and realized Jesse was nowhere to be seen.

Tara leaned around me to shut the door. “Great, strip.”

It took me a moment to process her words. “Strip?” I parroted.

“Did I stutter, my pathetic alpha fucktoy? I told you to strip. Now do what you’re told, puppy.”

My cheeks heated. Though things had always been more fluid between us, she’d never been so… direct. My cock was already hardening in my pants as I did as she said–toeing out of my shoes and throwing my t-shirt over my head, before unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down and away.

“Yes mistress.” I’d never said it aloud before, only over text, and it was even better now.

Tara produces a small, clear plastic cage from behind her back, golden keys dangling from it. “Put this on.”

He looks down at it. “Is this…” he’d only seen a cock cage in porn, and never even thought to use one.

“Absolutely!” she said cheerfully, “Do I need to give the order again?”

“N-no.” God her words were going to make me too hard to put it on. I unlatched the back piece and put it around me, barely fitting even soft and clasped it shut, the hinge locking with a feeling of finality.

Then I looked back at her, waiting for instruction.

She produced a pair of little leather bands from connected by one longer piece from the pocket of her robe. “These go around your thigh.”

I took the straps from her, my eyes catching for a moment on her clevage that was peaking through the top of her silky purple robe. Was there anything underneath it?

The thought stayed with me as I wrapped the cool leather straps around my thigh, tightening them enough to bite into my skin slightly. “Like this?”

“Perfect,” she said softly. “You’re serious about wanting this to be okay with all of us?” her hand reached up, touching my cheek with surprising softness.

I leaned into the warmth of her hand. This close, her fruity, citrusy scent surrounded me, making me feel whole once more. “Yes. I want nothing more than to fix us. All of us.”

Tara pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Light check—the cameras are all on. We’re going to fuck while you watch. The chat will be controlling a vibrator strapped to your cock.”

My cock pushed against the cage as it attempted to get hard. “Green,” I sputtered. Though it sounded like torture, it sounded like the sweetest kind. “We’re doing this right now?”

“Yeah,” she chuckled. “Jesse is talking to chat right now.”

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