Caged (9 page)

He tried to be patient but was too excited to get the
evening started. The festivities were going to be in celebration of her, but he
had to put his collar on her first. They’d talked about what such a step would
mean to them and had agreed it would solidify them as a couple. He wanted to
make the move to bring them together and soon.

Max curled up and pulled her closer. Eager to make a place
for himself, he nudged his hard-on through the crease of her ass and between her
thighs. Since the last time he’d peeked into the room and found her napping,
he’d helped the caterers get settled into their space. Afterward he’d taken a
shower and couldn’t deny her sensual call any longer.

Once he’d dried off, he’d crawled onto the bed and slipped
in behind his lover to wake her gently.

A picture of her naked except for his collar flashed across
his brain. An immediate response came from his other brain, which throbbed with
need. He wanted to rub the magic-cross piercing decorating his cock along her
moist walls.
Fabulous, both brains are in agreement
, he considered as he
nudged between her legs again.

“Wake up, baby girl.”

“Mmmm.” Her sleepy response had him smiling.

“It’s time to get ready for the party,” he told her as he
gently pushed his cock against her rear, giving her a loving wakeup call.

She pushed her backside farther into his groin and wiggled
her soft ass around, teasing him to further hardness. He was tempted to take
her up on the pleasure she offered, but it wasn’t in his plans, at least not
yet.

Time was up, no more teasing. He was too eager to get things
started.

“Come on, up on your knees with your arms behind your back!”
When she grumbled in answer, he stood up and gave her bare ass a quick tap.
“Now, Cassandra.”

He didn’t wait to see if she did what he asked—he knew she
would. Fighting a smile, he moved over his chest of drawers, opened one and
pulled out a thin, elegant, black leather box. There was an elaborate gold
embossed logo on the front, one she’d immediately recognize. Despite
recognizing the emblem, she wouldn’t have any idea what was inside.

A couple of months ago, with this day in mind, he’d met Elsa
Puchella, Gabby’s favorite jeweler. They’d sat down in her office and talked
about what he was looking for. She’d been intrigued and, after pulling out a
tablet of unlined paper, had started asking questions and rapidly drawing.
They’d appeared to be doodles to him. They hadn’t been much to look at, but
everything changed when she’d turned the paper.

Right then he understood why his lover held the designer in
such high esteem. The procedure had been interesting and resulted in exactly
what he’d wanted his woman to wear.

Max opened the box to double check it was in order. The
collar was more than a simple piece of jewelry. The piece spoke in elegant
terms of what she meant to him, to all of him. Thick gold chain links, eight
hundred of them, were brought together in a loose pattern. Elsa had said it was
her take on the traditional Byzantine pattern for chainmail. The designer would
know better than him. What he knew was how the chocker would look stunning
encircling his lover’s neck. Its placement would claim her as belonging to him
and only him.

A solid loop marked the end of the chocker and acted as the
clasp. The two circular links of gold were overlapped and a gold padlock
connected them together and he held the key. Underneath the satin lining of the
box rested compartments. Inside one slot was a matching chain leash for those
times they played the pet game, as well as a few other pieces to experiment
with.

He couldn’t wait any longer to put the collar around her
neck, bringing with it all the symbolism and meaning they both wanted.

Turning around, his breath caught in the back of his throat.
Gabby and who she was as a person robbed him of air.

In a kneeling and waiting position, she looked incredibly
free and ready for whatever he offered. Then, with a deeper look, he took in
her blonde hair tossed wildly around her head from sleep. Her chest moved with
her panting and her cheeks were painted pink with excitement. Suddenly she had
the aura of a wild animal full of lust.

It was an utterly intoxicating sight.

“You are simply stunning,” he whispered as he leaned against
the bed and dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. Standing up, he held out the box
for her to see. After she inhaled sharply, he slowly opened the lid and told
her what he wanted. “Will you wear my collar? Will you be mine in every way?
Will you submit yourself to only me?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Max, my heart, body and soul already
belong to you. Of course I’ll wear your collar. I want to show the world how
I’m yours.”

Lifting the gold links from their black satin bed, they
clinked together as he held it draped across the palm of his hand. He held it
there to give her time to take in the intricate nature of the piece.

Her response was heartwarming. She gasped sharply and he met
her gaze. There were tears pooling in her golden orbs and before he could say a
word, she spoke on a gruff voice.

“It’s us.” One of the most pleasing parts of the gift for
him was how she viewed what he’d been trying to give her with this piece of
gold. It wasn’t merely jewelry created by someone she respected. It even went
beyond being something to symbolize their sexual preferences and their special
connection.

No, the gold collar represented them as a couple.

There were many qualities making them the individual people
they were. The multitude of rings represented all those aspects. The enduring
metal, endlessly interwoven, was them as individuals brought together through
love.

“I wanted a special item that brought us into one place.”

“Oh Max, I love you.”

“I love you too, Gabby.” He stroked a finger over her lip
before leaning over to kiss her softly. It was a light, loving touch, meant to
ease the tension in his cock, but it didn’t. She made him hard and kept him in
the ready to play position. Smelling her uniquely sweet scent, feeling her
silken flesh against his was pure torture. Having her fragility resting within
his grasp and knowing what they’d be doing in a few short hours made it
impossible to keep sex out of their kiss.

He pressed his tongue into her mouth and possessed her body
and soul. In return, he received a delightful moan, encouraging him to take
their connection a step further. Rising up above her, he tilted his head to the
side and kissed her. He poured himself and all racing through him into their
bond.

The true joy came when everything he gave her came flooding
back to him through their lips.

Pleasure was inching ever forward. He was almost to the
point where it wouldn’t be easy to deny the call. Gently, he pulled back from
the temptation she presented. This wasn’t how he wanted to take her, especially
not without her collar on.

Setting the box down, he waited as she lifted her blonde
locks up, baring her neck to him. With great care, he placed the chocker around
her neck. He leaned over her shoulder to set the lock and stood back to take in
how well she wore the jewelry.

“Perfect.” Max reached around her and pinched her nipples,
bringing a groan from between her lips.

“Please take me, lover. I’ve missed you.”

“I will baby girl, I will, only later.” Rolling the hard
tips between his thumbs and fingers, he smiled when she let the sounds of
disappoint and pleasure escape.

“But—”

“No but’s, not tonight. Your ass may receive a special treat
later if you’re not careful. We’ll see.” She wore her lust well and he wanted
her more heated for what he had to share with her downstairs. “Lie back for me,
Gabby. Let me see all of you.”

Apparently, seduction was her game and, for the moment, he
was fine being on the viewing side. She moved slowly, tempting him to reach out
and take what he wanted, but he stayed strong. Nothing had been about instant
gratification for either one of them. However, if everything followed his plan,
they’d both definitely experience plenty of satisfaction and pleasure.

Using her hands to stroke her body, she tempted him to come
forward and solidify their new, collared bond. Gabby spread out in all her
beauty for him to possess was persuasive. The only thing holding him back was
the fact they had guests arriving in less than an hour.

Soon it would be all about playtime.

Without giving her any warning, he leaned over to press her
hands above her head and knocked the crown of his hard-on against her pussy.
Nudging the first inches inside her warm heat, he teased them both with the
magic cross. After a few half-hearted thrusts, he pulled out and held her legs
apart.

Shifting around until he laid between her limbs, he gently
nibbled her inner thigh before dipping his tongue into her pussy. The sweetest
honey teased his taste buds. Desire charged forward and made him want to plunge
inside her heat, but he held back.

After a few more forays inside her delightful cunt, he made
the delicious journey up her slit to uncover her hard nub. His two fingers
trapped the trembling flesh. He licked the kernel as if they were pieces of
sweet, boiled candy. Rasping the nub with the flat of his tongue, he lingered
and strived to push her to find her limits. When her breathing changed and her
thrusting became more sporadic, he knew she was close to coming.

With one last swipe from his tongue, he pulled away and
stood up, moving away from temptation.

“No! I was there!”

“I think it’s time to get ready.” Max turned around and went
into the bathroom to shave before getting dressed.

Turning on the water, he brushed his teeth and moistened his
face. After lathering, he made short work of shaving. He struggled with his
hard-on, but was determined to not break down and fuck his lover as he wanted.

Of course he knew what she was doing while his attention was
diverted. Even though he knew it was petty, he wanted to figuratively give her
enough rope to hang herself with. The timing had to be exactly right. He wanted
her wet and throbbing, dancing on the edge of release when he caught her
pleasuring herself.

While he wiped his face free of any excess foam, he walked
back into the bedroom. Max was pleased to have been right. There she was, laid
out on the bed with one hand between her legs and another on a breast.

“Naughty, naughty,” he said as he pulled her hand from
pleasuring her pussy. “You know the rules, no touching without my permission.”

“But you left and I—” Sitting up quickly, she was gasping for
air and words. In new territory, her beautiful lips were opening and closing,
dithering around having been caught masturbating without his permission.

“Yes. I know, you were trying to get off. Rules are rules,
baby girl.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s finish getting ready then we’ll
head downstairs to greet our guests.”

Holding in his smile was difficult. She looked out of sorts
sitting on the bed, with traces of her imminent orgasm trickling between her
legs.

Walking over to the wardrobe, he opened the doors and pulled
out a nice pair of black trousers and a simple white dress shirt. While he
dressed, he watched her walk into the bathroom. Moving over to his dressing
table, he put on his watch then took a few items from the leather case.
Carefully, he looked over the gold pieces accompanying her collar.

They’d definitely come in handy for what he had in mind. He
put them in his pocket.

He was sitting on the bed when she came out. Her face was
fresh, glowing and she was smiling. Her long blonde hair, naturally curly,
running wild around her head, left her newly collared neck the center of
attention. Gabby took his breath away. Without any artifice, she was simply
stunning. Her skin glowed and begged to be stroked.

“Okay, I brought a lovely tea dress, but I’m thinking you
have something else in mind.”

“You’re smart.” He walked over and wrapped an arm around her
waist, leaving her nipples to poke against his chest. Max used his other hand
to reach up and play with the links of her chocker. “I want you to wear nothing
but your collar. You’re too beautiful to be covered up.”

“No shoes?”

“You won’t need them. I have a perch all ready for you to
occupy.”

“A perch?”

“Follow me and I’ll show you.”

Eager for her to see what else he’d had made for her, Max
took hold of her hand. He led her down the stairs and out into the garden to
his new piece of furniture.

In the center courtyard, glinting beneath the waning sun,
was a large golden cage. Standing back, he watched as she walked up to the
metal structure. She stroked a fingertip down a bar until it traced over the
open section in the shape of a square. His cock stretched out and tugged
against the piercings. He was anxious to have her kneeling on the padded floor
while suckling on him from behind the bars.

With her standing at its side, the metal structure looked
almost delicate. He knew it was strong and solidly built to hold her safely,
but it was slight beside her. There were hooks from the ceiling to hang a
variety of things from, including her. During various conversations they’d both
admitted to enjoying their night together at Succulent with the cage. They’d
talked about doing more with confinement.

This was his answer to her needs and it happened to work for
many of his as well.

“Max?” She said his name on a groan and his excitement grew
stronger.

“My gift to you is your personal perch.”

Hanging down in the center of the cage was a swing of sorts.
The seat was padded leather and had a shiny metal knob firmly set in the
middle. The knob was nothing to get her off, merely something to fill her,
tempt her to think about something more inside her pussy. His hard-on stiffened
further when he stepped closer to her and she quietly moaned. She gripped the
bars and she pressed her mound against the cage as if searching for him.