Alex returns from the bedroom, the cool metal and silicone cage clutched in his shaking hand, his clothes abandoned in a trail down the hallway. His cock thickens as Jenna's gaze rakes over his naked body, lingering on his growing erection with obvious satisfaction. The vulnerability crashes over him—standing completely exposed while she remains dressed, the power dynamic already shifting beneath his feet.

Jenna has stripped her shirt off in his absence, her bra-clad breasts rising and falling with quickened breath. "Fuck, look at you," she purrs, leaning back and spreading her thighs wider. "Already getting hard just from showing me." She crooks a finger at him. "Come here. Kneel between my legs."

Alex crosses the room on unsteady legs, sinking to his knees on the carpet. The cage dangles from his grip as Jenna reaches down and wraps her fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly, deliberately. "Mmm, yeah, that's it. Get nice and hard for me, baby." Her other hand slides into his hair, gripping firmly. "Because once this goes on, you're not coming until I decide you've earned it." She strokes faster, her thumb circling his head until pre-cum beads at the tip. "Could be days. Could be weeks. Depends on how well you behave."

This is actually happening. Oh fuck, this is really happening. Alex's hips jerk involuntarily into her grip, his breathing ragged. "Jenna, I—"

"Shut up." Her hand releases his cock and snatches the cage from his grip. "I didn't say you could talk." She examines the device, turning it over in her hands, her expression shifting into something clinical and detached. "You're going to tell me exactly how this works. Every piece. Then you're going to put it on yourself while I watch."

Alex explains with a trembling voice—the ring, the cage, the lock—as Jenna listens with predatory focus. When he finishes, she tosses the components into his lap. "Do it. Now. And if you're not soft enough, I'll wait until you are. We have all fucking night."

His hands shake as he begins the process, his erection already flagging from nerves and the surreal intensity of the moment. Jenna watches every movement, her fingers trailing over her own thighs, occasionally dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. "That's it, baby. Lock yourself up for me." The ring slides behind his balls, then the cage slots into place with a soft click that echoes through the room like a gunshot.

The moment the lock snaps shut, Jenna lunges forward, grabbing his face and crushing her mouth against his in a bruising kiss. Her tongue invades his mouth as her hand drops to the cage, gripping it roughly, testing its hold. "Mine," she growls against his lips. "Your cock is mine now." She releases him and stands abruptly, fishing the key from where it landed on the couch cushion. "Open your mouth."

Alex obeys, and she dangles the key above his tongue before pulling it back with a cruel laugh. "Actually, no. You don't get to hold onto hope that easily." She reaches behind her back, unclasps her bra, and lets it fall. Her breasts spill free, nipples already hard, and she cups them, pushing them together. "These are the last soft thing you're going to feel for a very long time." She straddles his lap, the cage pressing against her shorts as she grinds down deliberately. "Feel that? That's all you get. Pressure. Frustration. Aching."

Her hands grip his shoulders as she rocks against him, her breath hot on his neck. "I've read about this, you know. Edging. Denial. Ruined orgasms." Each word punctuated by another grind. "I'm going to try everything, Alex. Every single fucking thing I've ever read about." She bites his earlobe hard enough to make him gasp. "You're going to be my experiment."

She dismounts suddenly, leaving him kneeling and gasping. Her shorts hit the floor, revealing she'd gone commando underneath. "Crawl to the bedroom. On your hands and knees." As he begins to move, she delivers a sharp slap to his ass. "Faster. Your tongue has work to do, and your cock is staying locked while you do it."

Confess Your Fantasy

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