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ran his fingers down the crack of my arse and found my pussy. “Has anyone else ever got you this wet without fucking you? Just teasing you a bit, ordering you around?”
    “No, Sir, I don’t think so, Sir.”
    He spread my moisture—he was right, I was sodden with need.
    “It’s just a few words, that’s all I ask,” he said. “And those words will stay here, in this cage, when we leave. But they need to be said, my lovely Isabella, so let them fall from your lips. You’ll be surprised how right they feel.”
    He ground his cock onto the cleft of my arse again. Cunning bastard. How could I risk not getting that dick inside me? It was a no-brainer.
    “Yes,” I said. “You’re right, you are my Master and I am your sub.” I paused, hardly believing I was saying something I’d refused to entertain in the past. “And…”
    “And you will obey me.” He slid into my pussy with two, maybe three fingers.
    “And, oh, yes, I…I will obey you, and come only when you say…”
    “Good girl. Nearly there.”
    He caught my clit with his thumb, and I had to lock my knees to stay standing. It was as though my nipples were attached to my pussy and could generate their own orgasm. Had I been wired differently from other people? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to complain, it was bloody lovely.
    “Stay with me,” he snapped. “What else?”
    Think, brain, think. “Oh, yes, I will do whatever you desire and know that you will look after me…please, Sir…”
    “I suppose that will have to do for now.” He bit my neck—a sharp nip that I was sure would leave teeth marks. “Though if you were my sub outside of this cage, you would be whipped for having such a lack of conviction in your tone. I don’t like to not be believed, especially when I say I will protect and care for you.”
    My face was wet with tears. His words were registering, but I would take them out later and sift through them. Right now I just needed him to fuck me until breathing was the only other thing that mattered.
    Suddenly it was there, his cock, nudging at my entrance.
    “Don’t worry, I’m wearing,” he whispered. “Spread your legs a little more. In fact, put your foot up on the side of the cage. That’s it, good girl.”
    He gripped my hips. I was aware of him curling his pelvis under, getting ready for a deep, determined plunge. I squeezed my eyes shut, kept my elbows fixed so my nipples were ravaged by the clamps, and held my breath.
    The few seconds he teased me were as torturous as the misery stick had been. But finally, at last, he plunged in. It was a smooth ride that stretched me blissfully.
    A cry escaped my lips.
    “Shh.” He pressed his palm over my mouth. “Keep it quiet.”
    Oh, what a request. The secure hold he had on me was abusing my nipples further. I dreaded to think what inflamed state they’d be in tomorrow. Wearing a bra would be a bittersweet reminder of this moment.
    “Keep it quiet, but come when you want to. We haven’t got time for a lazy ride to orgasm.”
    He was clever with his hands. While he was holding my face with one, over my mouth—a gesture that was feeling spine-tinglingly possessive—he pinched my clit with the other. He grasped it the same way the clamps had a hold of my nipples.
    I was folding in on myself, whether he’d given me permission or not. My climax was there, building spectacularly, better than ever before, so it seemed.
    He was fucking me, but not wildly, the cage couldn’t take it. His in-out movements were slow, controlled, but good and deep. It was my clit, the pinch he had on it, that was taking me there, so fast, rapidly… I held my breath and my whole body shook as the final seconds toward release weakened my bones.
    He held me up, gripped me to him, and I came. Freed all that tension, let the pain and pleasure own me, seize me, take me where I needed to go.
    My groan was muffled, so was his as he shot his climax into me. I was aware of his shaft pulsing, my