Page 4 of Caged By the Stranger (Bad Decisions #1)

Fucking finally. The swiftness of my steps, taking me to the back door of Illusion, is like walking on air.

I did it. I topped my all-time sales record and even managed to score two new accounts on my trip this week.

It was a feat driven by sheer determination to be home before Friday.

I’ve well-beyond qualified for the new private cruise incentive the company is awarding to the top salespeople from each region, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. There’s only one thing on my mind.

The doorman’s quirky greeting and tedious verification process don’t even faze me this time. As soon as I push through the hallway door to the private rooms, my heart is fluttering.

He said he’d be here. I hope to hell he didn’t change his mind.

Once inside my room, my fingers fumble with my jacket zipper, trembling as I spy the open portal. It was open the last time, too, because he arrived before I did. Does that mean he’s here already?

The thought of him being as eager as I am has me breathing fast and heavy, my cock thickening even more than the wood I’ve been sporting all week.

Unfastening my jeans, I let out a sigh of relief, freeing myself from the constraints of the denim.

I can smell my shower gel even through the potent aroma of the leather-upholstered paneling.

Will he notice I trimmed things up down there?

I don’t know why I’m bothering to wonder.

It’s not like I’ve ever taken the time to go an extra mile in the prep department for a guy before.

I just figured being…extra clean was the polite thing to do since he agreed to meet me again.

It’s not like there are many ways to repay him.

Swallowing against the thick lump in my throat, I angle my tip through the darkened hole. My skin is prickled in gooseflesh. Like always, the fear is still there, but this time, it’s the fear of being disappointed.

The portal was open already, Charlie. Just like he opened it last time. It’s him. Don’t worry.

Hot breath kisses my skin. A fingertip traces a gentle line up the underside of my shaft from base to tip. It is him. I know it.

Sighing, I lean into the panel with a dopey smile on my face, all my worry fading away. When his stubble brushes against my cock as he places a soft kiss to my navel, every bit of tension from the week vanishes. The man is like a full-body sedative.

He begins his slow, teasing preview. Open-mouthed glides down the side of my cock.

Little flicks of the tip of his tongue. Butterfly kisses that should not be a fucking turn on but have me sinking into a thick fog of lust. He is my incentive award.

This . I’m going to dream about every second of tonight when I’m stuck on that stupid cruise.

When he finally does that suckling thing to my tip, I tense briefly at the feel of his palm on my balls. He’s…cupping them. Massaging them.

Why did I even question it? Like every other experience with him thus far, it feels fantastic.

Pressing my hips against the panel as tightly as I can, I give him a silent sign of my approval. It’s like saying don’t stop without having to voice those needy words. My face heats remembering how I whispered to him last time, ‘You’re incredible.’

I don’t do pillow talk. Never have. I’ve never needed to. Everything with my old college dorm mate was concise and instructional—‘ yeah, like that. ’ And I’ve certainly never uttered anything like praise to the few casual hook-ups I’ve had since then.

This is better—this silent meeting of like minds. Now that he agreed to return, I’ll never have to flail myself like a starry-eyed teen again. Clearly, the man knows what I need and is happy to give it.

His mouth envelops me all the way to the back of his throat, pulling a groan from mine in response.

He goes to town, working his talents in tight, warm, wet pulls of his magical mouth.

The pressure on my balls increases, and my foggy brain tries to picture every action that’s possibly happening on the other side of the wall to bring me such bliss.

He’s clenching his fingers around my sac again, just like last time, but tighter.

It’s familiar to me now, so I don’t feel any apprehension, even if it’s more intense.

The speed and confines of his mouth, however, are definitely proof that he’s brought his A-game tonight, driving me madder than ever.

Grinding my teeth, I groan and dig my fingertips into the panel. I want to rock my hips so badly, but don’t dare move so as not to disrupt his plan. It’s odd how much trust this requires when I’m not a trusting person. It’s almost liberating to let go for a change. Maybe that’s the appeal.

I don’t know what’s more intense as he mounts a full-scale attack on my sanity; the pressure in my cock or around my balls.

I’d come any second if he’d release his hold on my nuts, but his grip doesn’t budge.

In fact, it’s getting tighter. It almost feels like…

something else is there. Something…rubbery.

Like the texture of one of my silicone kitchen spatulas.

Something metal brushes the underside of my cock at my base.

Does he…have a wedding ring? Picturing one on his finger pierces my heart. There’s no earthly reason why that should disappoint me. I have no opinion on infidelity.

Why should I? I don’t do relationships.

Still…it’s odd to think he belongs to someone else. To someone , I mean. Odd to think he belongs to someone while he’s doing this to me .

I’m about to cry out and beg for him to release his hold on my sac, to tell him he’s successfully driven me to enough of a euphoric withholding, when my body racks in a violent shudder. It’s almost painful the way my orgasm rips through me against the constraint until it’s not. It’s fucking heaven.

I couldn’t open my eyes if I tried. My head is swimming in a haze of blackness while it feels like a life force is being drained out of my cock as I pulse into that wicked mouth of his.

It’s taking everything in me to keep myself on my feet. Fingers digging into the wall, I cling to it to hold me up as I moan and whimper like some distraught creature. I’m numb and weightless. How can I be weightless and yet feel so heavy? I never knew orgasms could feel like this.

He does that reverent, delicate suction to my tip in the aftermath, like he’s thanking it, making a tear track down my cheek.

My entire body is trembling with little shudders from the sensory overload.

My sensitized cock. The still-drawn-up feeling in my balls, even though I’ve spent more than I think I ever have.

I twitch when something touches my cock again. More metal.

Fuck. I do not need to feel that wedding ring again right now.

Just let me enjoy the comedown , I want to tell him.

Except it feels like it’s everywhere as his fingers move around my flaccid cock. Hard, steely metal. Thick, round bands of it. It’s not on his finger. I can feel his fingers gently pinching my base like he’s…directing me inside of… something .

My dormant dick rests on a bed of something spinelike, cold and metallic. Did he…put something… on my cock?

Suspended in confusion, I don’t dare move a muscle.

As my haze clears, it’s evident there’s still something cinching my balls tight.

A light force jostles me, almost like something clicking shut, but…

on my cock. His hold on my balls finally relinquishes.

I can’t feel his skin there anymore, except…

something is still there. Something wrapped tightly around the circumference of my nuts.

A band, that silicone sensation I thought I felt earlier.

I…

He…

Did he just put…a cock cage on me?

A bizarre wave floods through me. It’s a strange mix of arousal and terror. I’ve never even seen a cock cage. Pictures in porn, sure. But that’s where they belong—in porn. They’re certainly nothing I’d ever dabble in. I mean, it basically means someone owns your dick, right?

There’s that odd tremor again. What the fuck is up with me?

I must still be coming down from my orgasm because there’s no way someone owning my dick would turn me on. Maybe through this glory hole for fifteen minutes, but via a cock cage? Not a chance.

Steadying my breathing, I wait.

Patience, Charlie. He’s not let you down once yet. Maybe this is just one more means of pleasure he has up his sleeve.

Maybe he just wants to give me the sensation of being restrained for a few minutes, and he’s going to take it off for a second round. A round two would be worth tolerating this unexpected device for a few moments.

God, it feels strange. So snug, almost like I’m wearing a watch, but…not.

The damndest thing of all is I can feel myself getting turned on again already.

I nearly blacked out from what he just put me through.

How in the hell am I going to survive it twice?

I suppress a delirious laugh at the thought of having to crawl out of Illusion to get to my car, so drained from pleasure that I can’t use my legs.

A light draft chills my exposed skin from the other side of the panel. There’s a soft click, but this time, it isn’t on my cock. The wall vibrated when it happened.

No…

Did he just walk out the door?

It feels like minutes, but it’s probably only seconds as I stand rigid with terror. I can’t just wait here if he’s actually left.

Why would he leave? Did he need to use the bathroom?

Surely, he’ll come back. He wouldn’t just leave me like this. That would be cruel. He’s not cruel. He’s…

He’s…

What am I saying? I don’t know a thing about him.

Every pleasant feeling that was left in me is snuffed out like a candle flame. It’s like a blanket of my own stupidity settles over me, leaving a nauseous sensation in my stomach. The reality is suddenly vivid. I trusted a total stranger with my dick in a precarious manner.

Fuck!