Page 30 of Caged
“The problem with punishing you, Monroe, is that you like it too fucking much,” he says, squeezing harder.
Cold sweat begins to prickle my skin. “Kieren, please.”
“That’s right, puppy. If you want me to show you mercy, you’ll need to beg.”
“Please, Kieren, ple…” My breath hitches as his warm mouth envelopes my aching nipple and his wet tongue laps soothing strokes against the throbbing bud.
He pulls back, releasing my breast. The soft lace now feels painfully rough as it moves back into position.
“Stand up and undress yourself.”
I press myself upright and push off the bed. My already unbuttoned top slides off my shoulders with barely a nudge and pools around my feet. I pull open the top button of my jeans, then the next, then the next, as Kieren leans back on his elbows, watching me with a devilish grin. I slide my thong down my bare legs and then kick it to the side. Finally, I pull my bralette over my head, freeing my bound breasts, and let it fall from my fingers.
My heart races as I watch Kieren drink me in with a ravenous hunger. I can feel my elevated pulse beating between my legs as I stand naked in front of him. The urge to crawl over his body and straddle his face becomes irrepressible. The beating at my centerhas turned into throbbing, and I don’t know how much longer I can stand here before I drop to my knees and plunge my fingers into my pussy simply to feel a sliver of relief.
Having Kieren in my bed at the start of the semester helped to take the edge off, but it wasn’t enough. Despite how I thought the night would go, I ended up becoming too paranoid to let him fuck me in my room at the sorority. The walls are ultrathin, and I feared my quiet moans would quickly divulge into primal screams that not even the densest of pillows could stifle. I could barely contain my volume when he sucked my clit and stretched me with two fingers. Penetrating my aching pussy with his cock would have resulted in me waking the entire sorority. He begged, but I held firm, offering him my mouth instead.
But fuck, I am desperate.
The nights I spent touching myself while riding my vibrator until the battery died did nothing to quench my need. I couldn’t get myself there – not in the same way that Kieren can. I bought the thickest and most powerful dildo I could find and fucked it until my pussy went numb, only to give up in frustration.
I am desperate to feel myself spasm with a force powerful enough to drain my consciousness. I want aftershocks that quiver down my spine. I want to be soak-the-bed drenched. I want to feel that euphoric sensation of free-falling as I topple over the edge.
During the months he was gone, I chased his unnatural high that’s proven impossible to recreate. I willingly took his drug, thinking he wouldn’t fundamentally change me, only to find out that I’m now irrevocably and devastatingly ruined. I am positive no man will ever be able to compare, which is why looking elsewhere didn’t cross my mind. How do you tell someone you like to be lightly tortured during sex – that pain and restriction and degradation get you off?
Maybe it stems from my less-than-ideal childhood, or maybe I’m just a masochist who fell in love with a sadist. I know Kieren will never love me like I foolishly hoped he would when we first met. Boys like him, with his wealthy upbringing and societal status, don’t fall for broke, riff raff like me. He told me this once, although he pretends not to remember. I’ll never be his wife or fiancée or even his girlfriend – at least not the kind he would take home to meet his parents. We are like Romeo and Juliet on a runaway train, destined for disaster.
So here I stand. Naked and silently begging. Prepared to offer him all of me, give him everything I am, in exchange for what I know will only amount to a splinter of him in return.
Kieren stands, drawn to my desperation like a moth to a flame. His broad hand wraps around my neck, forcing my gaze upward. Our eyes lock, and I watch the subtle widening of his pupils as his countenance shifts. A slow pressure builds against my windpipe. The left corner of his mouth quirks ever so slightly upward. The change would be imperceptible if it weren’t for his eyes – eyes that now stare back at me, soulless, cruel, and ravenous— just like I want.
“Get on your knees, puppy, and beg.”
The hand around my throat snaps to my shoulder, shoving me to the ground in half a heartbeat. I drop without a fight, colliding with the concrete floor like a sack of stones.
Seconds pass as I collect myself.
“Please Kieren.” My voice is breathy, but resolute. I should have done better.
Kieren huffs a knowing laugh like his prey just stumbled right into his trap.
“Monroe, Monroe, Monroe, what are we going to do with you?” The tone of his voice is borderline deranged as he walks to the closet six paces behind me. Sounds of suitcases being unzipped fill me with both dread and need – a need thatoverpowers my better judgment as my fingers snake down my center and part my soaked pussy. I knew I was wet, but as soon as I feel my dripping arousal, a primal urge overtakes my brain and I sink two fingers inside my hot cunt.
A regrettable gasp slips from my lips as I hinge forward and ride my own fingers.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Kieren booms, catching me pleasuring myself. He crashes to his knees in front of me and rips my hand away from my core. I whimper, pleading, as he fists my wrist and examines my two outstretched fingers. Without warning, he yanks my hand to his mouth, wrapping his wet tongue around my index and middle fingers, and groans.
I’m frozen, transfixed, as Kieren’s eyes flutter shut and he sucks like he can’t help himself. My breath hitches when his eyelids fly open and he glares at me with unhinged vitriol, furious that I made him lose control.
“Goddammit!” he yells, flinging my hand away. It bounces limply against my torso.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” I stammer. “Kieren, please, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
“You will be punished for such blatant disobedience. You don’t get to come until I say you can come. Do you fucking understand me?”
My voice cracks when I try to speak.
“I thought I trained you better than this, but it seems you need another lesson because you’ve forgotten how to behave. Isn’t that right, Monroe?”
