CAGED!

Trevor entered the room with soft steps.  Even in the dim light he could see her there, waiting in the cage where he had left her.  She was pensive, tired, and wanting.  That was what he wanted, to see the hunger grow in her eyes from anticipation long past the point of breaking.  He could smell the musk of her arousal in the air.

He circled the cage, watching her with keen interest.  She watched him too, the rise and fall of her chest quickening the nearer he approached the metal bars.

"Turn around, ass to the bars."  He kept his voice firm and commanding.  No need to shout or push, she was ready to do as she was told now.  The desire having replaced any need to be bratty or resistant.  She turned her self quickly, feet pushing between the bars as she backed herself against the cool metal rods.  

His fingers raked along her skin, teasing her back and thighs.  Kneeling behind her, this enjoyment swelled in his pants when he squeezed her round cheeks.  The wetness of her panties so very apparent to the eyes, and the brush of his fingers across their silk fabric.  Her breath caught in her chest, body shuddering when his digit teased along her barely covered lips.  She dropped her head down, moaning and pushing harder against the cage while he teased her in light caresses that only served to push her more.

"Is my girl ready to pay for her behavior?"  He pushed harder against her soft mound, feeling her grind against his palm.

"Yes Sir.  Anything Sir wishes."  Her words were  muffled, mouth pressed into the bend of her arm as he continued to tease her relentlessly.

"I will remember that."  His smile widened as he stood, pressing himself against the cage and looking down at her.  She moved quickly, hand reaching for his pants.  His aching member throbbed as she touched it through the fabric.  Playing with it's length while looking up into his eyes.

"May I have it Sir?"  Her eyes begged more than her words.  Fingers trying to wrap around it's girth but unable while covered.

"Yes girl,  take it out."  

"Thank you Sir!" The eagerness in her voice was duplicated by the speed her fingers moved to his zipper.  Pulling it down with a tug, her fingers parted the metal teeth and felt for the opening in his boxers.  He never looked from her eyes, seeing the lust there when she finally took him in her grip let him know she was the right one for him.

His eyelids closed a bit as waves of pleasure traveled up his spine.  Her fingers worked their magic along his length, her own smile there at the way he affected him.  It took effort for him to stand still, not giving in to how much he wanted to move his hips in reaction to her touch.   He bit his lip, stifling a moan that she wanted.  His every thought on what would push her need.

"Is Sir not happy?"  Her eyes looked to his rigid shaft, speeding up just a bit as her lips trembled behind that smile.

"I am sure girl is doing her best."  His cheeks clenched, feeling his member swell in response.

Nodding, she leaned in, lips pressed against his head while her tongue dipped out along the fleshy underside.  His body betrayed him, rocking forward with a low growl of need.  He could feel her moan echo around him.  His fingers moving through the bars, taking her hair and guiding her closer.  Their motions synced around the motion of his hips.  It sent shivers down him when he felt her arms moving out of the cage, gripping his cheeks through his pants, nails trying to dig in and pull in through the metal bars.

He pulled away, reluctantly, but firmly.  Watching her eyes rise to his again as her hand wiped away the saliva that had run down her chin.  She turned around without a word between them, backing herself to the cage once more.  The offering was simple and direct as her fingers pulled aside the thin silk covering her sex.

"Yes," he thought as he kneeled behind his girl, "she is definitely the right one for this."

Story By:  MysterMitch Resident

Furniture Used:  ::WS:: La Cage

Photos by:  MysterMitch Resident