Page 65 of Caged
“I’m sorry, Monroe, if you think I overacted, but try to see it from my point of view. It was four in the morning. I had barely slept and was hardly able to function. I roll over and find you missing. I panicked. Then when I found you snooping around behind my back, I snapped. You pushed me to my limit,” he explains unapologetically. “If you don’t want me to snap, don’t do shit like that!”
“I can’t do this,” I say through ragged breaths. His arms wrap around my back as he pulls me into his chest.
“Yes, you can,” he insists.
“Why do you have a gun, Kieren?”
“For safety, obviously.”
“For your safety or mine, because I sure as fuck do not feel safe.”
“Stop, Monroe,” he soothes, kissing the top of my head as he strokes my wet hair. “You need to calm down. You should know by now not to push me like you did.”
I try to steady my breath. “What happened last night in that room? Did you and the elders have sex with that woman who went back there? Please, don’t lie to me.”
“How do you know they’re called elders?”
“Jace told me,” I admit.
“Why does that not surprise me,” Kieren scoffs. “No, Monroe. I swear on my life. On my grandfather’s life. I did not have sex with that woman.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, the fear that he had been unfaithful.
“Monroe, why would I cheat on you? Look how perfect you are,” he says, spinning me around to face my reflection. Perfection is not the word I would use to describe my present appearance. My eyes are bloodshot and puffy. My face is marred with patches of irritated, flushed skin. Dark crescents rim my under-eyes, and I look pale and exhausted.
“Tell me what happened, then, if it wasn’t sex.”
“It’s an old Sigma ritual. A bunch of chanting. But there are rich and powerful alumni who take it very seriously, and I need to appease these people because I need them to donate funds to Sigma. We’re fucking broke, Monroe. This chapter is one delinquent payment away from foreclosure.”
“Sigma is broke?” I ask with surprise.
“Not Sigma as a whole, but our chapter has struggled for years. Maintaining this massive house on top all the expenses associated with the parties we throw has drained our coffers. I shouldn’t tell you this. No one is supposed to know about our financial situation nor that Sigma alumni are attending these Full Moon Ceremonies. Especially that, because if word got out, I would lose everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve. I’d probably get expelled.”
“I won’t say anything,” I promise.
A moment of understanding passes between us as we silently take in our reflection. The tendons of Kieren’s forearms flex as he holds me flush against his chest, and despite the way I felt when I woke up, it feels like we’ve managed a truce.
“Do you still love me?” he asks. His voice cracks in a way that is both desperate and endearing.
I tense, uncertain if I’m ready to forgive him.
“Please, Monroe. I need to hear you say it.”
My stomach knots with inner conflict. He needs me, and in this moment, I cannot remember who I was before Kieren, but I also fear who I will become if we breakup.
“Yes,” I concede, setting my unresolved emotions aside for another time. “I do.”
He kisses my earlobe and down the side of my neck at my response.
My towel plops to the floor, and I stare back at my naked self in the mirror. My teardrop breasts, my shaved pussy, theindentation down the center of my abdomen that Kieren now traces with his fingers.
“Kieren,” I stammer, halting the progression of his hand.
“Don’t push me away, Monroe. Let me give you what I wasn’t able to give you last night.”
He holds my questioning stare in the mirror. “What? Did you think I didn’t notice how badly you wanted me to fuck you like that woman on the table? I could smell how aroused you were as you watched. I knew you wanted me to bend you over the dais and fuck you senseless. You wanted it raw, like an animal, and it killed me that I couldn’t give you the pleasure you deserved.”
The hand on my abdomen skims the curve in my waist and runs down my ass. I gasp when Kieren shoves two thick fingers inside my pussy from behind, pumping them in and out.
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65 (reading here)
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103
- Page 104
- Page 105
- Page 106
- Page 107
- Page 108
- Page 109
- Page 110
- Page 111
- Page 112
- Page 113
- Page 114
- Page 115
- Page 116
- Page 117
- Page 118
- Page 119
- Page 120
- Page 121
- Page 122