Caged (Savage Men 1)

Every inch causes a loud moan to escape from her mouth, but I don’t give up. Not even when she’s panting do I stop. And boy … does it feel good to bury myself deep inside her ass. She’s so tight. I wonder if it’ll be just as good when I finally take her pussy.

I bite my lip and sink into her completely, causing her to moan again. When I pull out, she’s much wider, and I thrust back in again to keep it that way. Her ass is getting used to my length pretty quickly, the lube still letting me feel the friction of her skin against mine.

Grasping her waist, I speed up the pace, pounding into her with my balls slapping against her.

I love how she feels around my cock, how she’s totally given in to my needs, how she’s still clenching her legs as if she’s afraid to let go. But a quick finger has her pussy exploding again.

A smirk spreads on my lips as I watch her fall apart, and I use the opportunity to smack her ass to jolt her up again. Her head tilts back, and I reach for her hair, fisting it tightly, slamming into her even harder.

When I come, I roar out loud; my cum jets into her ass, filling her to the brim. I keep thrusting until every single drop has left my body and I feel sated. When my cock is flaccid again, I pull out and let it stream out of her. Claiming my woman is the prettiest sight there is.

With a content smile, I walk to her front again and grab her face, making her look at me. However, she can barely keep her eyes open and her head lifted. When I grab her hand and squeeze, she can’t even squeeze back. She looks and feels too weak. Too drained to even keep breathing if she stays like this.

So I immediately search for the release button on this damn thing, but all I can find is a button near the vibrator, which turns it off. She lets out a gasp, but her body is still tied to the wood, so I keep searching, desperately trying to free her.

When all else fails, I grasp for the rope that’s also in the closet and wrap it around the metal. I tug so hard, my muscles feel like they’re about to give way, but I manage to wedge the metal loose enough to free her hands. I do the same to her feet, not giving a shit that it feels like I’m burning inside.

When she’s completely freed, she almost tumbles down the device, but I catch her in my arms and hold her tight to my body. She looks exhausted as she squints at me. I smile and press a kiss to her forehead.

“Mine.”

Accompanying Song: “With or Without You” by Amy Lee

Ella

Mine.

The word means so little in the real world, but in here—in this glass prison where there’s only two of us and nothing else really matters—mine means everything.

And when he speaks that word to me, my body lights up like fire burning through my veins. I can’t describe it, and I’m not even sure I want to understand why I feel the way I feel. I just do.

When he looks at me with those warm, caring eyes, I think he just wants to hold me tight until I fall asleep. He’ll take care of me, protect me … die for me.

I’m not even sure I could ask him if push came to shove.

He presses another kiss to the tip of my nose, and sparks of lightning shoot through my body. I smile but not because I’m happy. I smile because I’m proud.

Proud of myself for conquering my fears and doing what needed to be done for the sake of our survival. Even though I was tied up, I feel like I protected myself from a worse fate. I gave him my body, but I didn’t give him my free will. Cage couldn’t take me without my permission, not even if he tried. I had to say it out loud for him to agree, and even then, he still listened to my request.

He’s not an animal. Not anymore.

I tamed him.

I sigh as I rest my head against his firm chest while he waits for the black door to unlock. The screen goes black first, and then I hear the familiar click.

Cage brings me back into my room and places me down on the bed. For a moment, I almost wish he’d lie down with me and cuddle with me until I fell asleep.

I’m so tired.

I never knew how exhausted coming again and again would make me. How him fucking me in the ass would seem like a relief in the face of hours on that sawhorse. I needed him to fuck me to free me from my bonds.