Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
He stands, and I go get wine for his table and then ask about my break.
“Go ahead,” Barbara, the lead waitress, tells me.
Reggie grabs my attention as I head for Sir. “Why do I have a feeling you’re doing something naughty?”
“Because you’re smart? We’ll be in the bathroom.”
“I’m actually a little jealous right now,” he replies, and I wink at him before walking away on shaky legs, body eager for whatever Marshall has in store for me.
There are three single bathrooms here, all of them gender neutral. I don’t know which one Marshall is in, but then I notice the far one that’s toward the end of the hallway has the door cracked open. I knock gently, then push it open to see him standing there waiting for me.
“Come,” he says simply.
“I’m not quite there yet,” I tease, earning a smile as I close the door behind me and lock it. “What’s my surprise?”
Marshall cocks a brow. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”
“Always when it comes to you.”
“Jesus, the things you do to me.” He unslings the computer bag from his shoulder that I somehow missed earlier and pulls out a bottle of lube…as well as a cock cage, a butt plug, and a pair of lacy pink panties.
I tremble, reaching out to grab the wall to hold myself up.
“I want you as my toy tonight. Want to know you’re walking around this restaurant plugged and caged, pretty for your Sir, letting me torture you and make you uncomfortable all night…for me.”
My heart raps against my chest like a drum. “Yes, Sir. God, that sounds hot.”
“Yes, it would for a needy little slut, wouldn’t it?”
Blood rushes to my groin, but I know I can’t get hard if that cage is going on my dick. “Yes, Sir. Thank you for letting me be a slut for you.”
“Always, sweet boy.” He cups my face, leans in, and presses his lips to mine. It’s a soft kiss, one full of emotion and not the heat of the moment, which only makes my pulse beat faster. “Open your pants for me. Let’s get your little cock put away before you’re too horny to keep from getting hard.”
Now, I know I don’t have a small dick, and there’s nothing wrong with having one, but hearing him call it little? That one word alone almost gets me stiff. Huh. That’s not one I saw coming.
I work quickly to open my pants. The cage is small, made of plastic, and pink like the panties. Sir pulls my pants and underwear down midthigh, then kneels in front of me and puts the cage around my little cock. The click of it snapping together echoes through the bathroom—I imagine it’s like the sound of the bars of a jail cell, only I want to be put in this prison because it’s what my Sir wants.
“Good boy.” He kisses my thigh, rubs the globes of my ass with his hands, and yep, warmth is heading right for my dick just as I assume he planned, but there’s no space for my dick to swell. “What do you think?”
I look down at the pink plastic covering me, at my small cock all put away for my Sir so he can reach spots in my mind no one but him will ever be able to find. “It feels weird…different. I can tell it will be uncomfortable if I try to get an erection, but…I also think it looks pretty. It makes me feel like I’m yours even more—like your mark on me or a collar.”
He stands, fingers around my throat but not squeezing. “Would you like that? My collar around your neck? Showing everyone you belong to me?”
The butterflies start throwing a damn party in my stomach. “Yes, Sir. So much.”
“Me too.” This time, his lips press to the tip of my nose so sweetly. “Pants off, toy. Let’s dress you up for me.”
“Yes, Marshall.” I hurry and take my shoes, pants, and underwear off. Marshall maneuvers me to the sink and bends me over.
“Hands on the sink. Look in the mirror and spread your legs.”
I do as I’m told.
“I washed my hands before you came in, just so you know.” He kneels behind me, then pumps lube onto his fingers.
“I know. I trust you.”
Another kiss, this one on my left ass cheek, then one on my right, before tracing my rim and pushing one finger in. He doesn’t work me into it slowly, just a couple of pumps before adding a second digit. Blood is flowing, my cock trying to swell, but the cage keeps it from doing so.
I can’t say it’s the most comfortable thing in the world, but I want it, I want to do it for him, which is also wanting it for me. It’s amazing how that works.
A whimper escapes me when Sir pulls his fingers out. “Please.”