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I n the playroom, Errol squirms when I run my fingers over his caged cock. “You’re not allowed to come yet,” I tell him. “This is my dick I’ve got locked up underneath this sexy lace, right?”

“Yeah, Stud,” he whispers, his dark eyes molten. “Fuck, I missed feeling my cock trying to get hard for you. It’s been days since I had the cage on. It’s such a good hurt.”

I lower my head and lash my tongue over his throat. As my licking turns into sucking, a primal growl vibrates in my throat. Before I know it, I’m catching his skin between my teeth. By the time I pull away, I’ve left an angry red blotch on his neck.

“I like that you let me mark you,” I murmur. “I like looking at your body and seeing that I’ve claimed you.”

My gaze rakes over him as I straddle him, my fingertips tracing his lips. “Open,” I order. When he does, I shove two fingers into his mouth, pushing them towards the back of his throat.

His cheeks, streaked with tears from taking my cock deep earlier, hollow as he sucks on them. “Yeah, choke yourself on them, Babydoll. You look so damn needy like this. You wish that was my dick in your mouth instead?”

He whines in response, and the sound inflames me. “Open yourself up for me,” I order, my voice hoarse with urgency. “Get it all slick for me. I need to be inside you.”

I moan in appreciation as I watch him obey me. “That’s so sexy, seeing you finger-fuck yourself while you suck on my fingers.” My cock pulses as I lube it up with my other hand.

His legs are already trembling by the time I push them back and notch my cockhead at his entrance. “Can I take you all at once?” I ask. As soon as he nods, I hilt myself inside of him with a ragged groan.

“Holy shit — I can never get over how good you feel. The whole way home, all I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to be inside you again. Fucking missed you something fierce.”

I roll my hips and sink deeply into him again. Errol lets out the sexiest whimper, spurring me on faster. “God, Stud — I missed you so much, too. And missed you filling me up. Please, please pump a big load into me.”

“Yeah? You want this pussy overflowing, Babydoll? I want to hear it.”

Errol’s eyes are glazed-over with lust as he fixes them on me. “I get so turned on thinking about you going two or three rounds — filling me up with so much that I can’t hold it all. I swear to God, just thinking about that could probably get me to come right now.”

“Yeah?” This is a new development. “Even with the cage on your cock?”

“Uh-huh.” He licks his lips. “Can I?”

I shake my head and Errol lets out a whine. “Tell me how bad you need me to fill you up, though, and you’re gonna get it.”

“Wreck me, make a mess out of me —wipe it up with your fingers when it runs down my thighs and make me lick them clean for you,” he moans. “Give me that, Stud — please.”

Oh, God —Errol’s strained, gasping pleas are my kryptonite. I’d be embarrassed about blowing my load so soon if he didn’t feel so goddamn amazing. Just the thought of filling him up like that sends a rush of warmth and tingling electricity through my body as my orgasm crashes over me.

I fall onto Errol, panting hard as I empty my balls into him. After I catch my breath and slide out of him, I catch his earlobe with my teeth. “Beg me to come,” I murmur in his ear. “I love hearing you desperate. Tell me how bad you need it.”

“Please, Stud —please let me come. My balls are so full right now —feels like I could explode,” he pleads. When I trail my fingers down his torso, he bucks his hips up with a whine.

I slide my hand down between his legs, making a hungry noise in my throat when I find what I was looking for. Errol is shaking as I finger his entrance, swollen and dripping with my load. He whimpers and I chuckle. “What’s that, Babydoll?”

“I — I’m too close… I can’t —” When I slip a finger inside him, a tremor rolls through his entire body, cutting off his words.

“ Ohhh , that’s it, isn’t it?” I tease. I bet I can make him explode, even with the cage.

“You don’t even care about that caged-up cock, do you?

You just want this hole destroyed so badly that you can’t even hold my load inside of you, huh?

” Errol lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. I keep fingering him as I continue.

“Think I’d dress you in a pair of skimpy panties that couldn’t possibly hold it all, because I want it running down your leg. I bet you’re filthy enough that your dick would be trying to get hard in its cage while you feel my load leaking out of that loose, wrecked cunt.”

From the breathy little noises he’s letting out, I can tell he’s so close. I slip a second finger into his hole, pushing deeper into him until I find that spot like he showed me earlier. I drag my fingers over it because I want to pull him over the edge.

“Open,” I whisper. Errol parts his lips, need burning in his eyes. I spit into his open mouth.

His eyelids flutter and he lets out a strangled wail. His hips jerk and rock up, thrusting into nothing as he blows his load in spite of the device. I grin to myself, happy I could get him off like this.

“Ohhh, you dirty girl.” I shake my head at him with a little smirk. “You just came in your cage without permission, didn’t you?”

Errol’s eyes fill and he takes a couple big gulps of air. Huh. That orgasm must have taken more out of him than I realized.

I’m horrified when he starts sobbing. I yank my hand free, quickly wiping it dry on my leg. My heart is pounding. What the fuck did I do wrong?

“Sorry — I’m sorry, Ran!” Errol swings himself upright, his words broken up by his jagged breath. “Sorry, sorry,” he wails, burying his face in his hands. “I tried, I really tried.” His shoulders slump and he bursts into more tears.

“No! baby — no! Please don’t —” I’m confused. I’m also beside myself, because while I don’t know quite what I did, I know with a sinking certainty that I seriously fucked up.

I pull Errol into my arms. “You didn’t do anything wrong! Please, baby — Errol, please don’t cry! It’s OK, everything’s OK.”

I feel like the world’s biggest dick. I spent years trying to defend Errol from assholes because I didn’t want to see him cry. And now I’m the asshole who made him cry.

“I tried not to come!” His words are fragments in between sobs. “You told me not to, and I just wanted to be good for you. I wanted to be so good for you —wanted to make you proud of me. I only wanted —” and the rest of his words dissolve into tears again.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I’m fighting to hold back my own tears at this point. I know Errol really, really gets off on submitting to me. But I didn’t grasp until this exact moment how intense his need to please me and how deep-seated his desire to obey me really are.

Guilt breaks over me like a wave. “Baby, please —I’m sorry,” I choke out.

“You weren’t — you couldn’t win. Unless you had said no more or safeword or whatever, I wasn’t going to stop, because I wanted to find out if I could get you to come with your cock in chastity.

I wanted you to come for me. You did exactly what you were supposed to. ”

My thoughts are a tangle of self-recrimination and fear that I’ve fucked up everything beyond repair.

“You are good, Babydoll. You’re so good.

I cherish you more than I can explain. I’m so, so sorry —I never meant to make you feel like a failure.

Errol, I swear —I love you way too much to ever want to hurt you. ”

“Sorry,” he whispers brokenly.

I reach for the key to the cock cage. “Don’t be sorry, baby.

You didn’t do anything wrong,” I say again.

I reach between his legs, slide the jockstrap out of the way and unlock him.

“Here, let’s get this off of you.” I feel sick thinking that I did this to Errol — that I got too into this game that he clearly wasn’t into.

He pulls in a shaky breath, interrupting my thoughts. “You’re right,” he mumbles. “I don’t deserve to be allowed to wear it.” I watch in confusion as his eyes grow glassy and tears spill onto his cheeks again.

“What… this isn’t…” I trail off, looking down at the device in my hand.

He leans into my shoulder. “I’m sorry I failed,” he whispers. “Tell me if there’s anything I can do to get it back.”

The lightbulb goes on in my head. “What? No! Errol, I’m not taking this off you as a punishment . Oh God, no. I thought… I thought you didn’t want to play like this anymore.”

“I like wearing it for you.” His face is still pressed against my body, muffling his words.

I pull him upright. “But what about you?” My heart aches at the sight of his bright brown eyes, now puffy and red-rimmed. “Take me out of the equation for a minute. What do you want, Babydoll?”

His lower lip wobbles before he answers.

“I want to be good for you. I like being your good girl more than anything in the world,” he whispers.

He darts his eyes away. “And I like the cage, too. I like you edging me, and I like the way you make me wait to come. I wouldn’t even mind coming with it on.

But I only want to come when you tell me I can. I like showing you how good I can be.”

“Oh, Babydoll, I’m so sorry,” I say, my voice faint from the sensation of feeling like my chest has just been cracked wide-open.

“I won’t set you up to fail again. That was my fault —not yours!

How about this? If I tell you I don’t want you to come, I’ll never try to push you over the edge again.

If you’re getting too close, tell me and I’ll back off.

I’ll tell you exactly what I want.” I kiss his forehead.

“I wasn’t trying to make you be a bad girl. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Will you put it back on, then? Please, I —”

I put a finger over his lips as gently as I can. “Why don’t you get this and yourself cleaned up, OK? We can talk about it in the bedroom.” He gives me a nod, his eyes still red and as wide as I’ve ever seen them.

I’ve never hated myself as much as I do right now.