Page 74 of The Best Bad Decision

Magic button.

“Let’s see if you like this.”

Yes.

The answer was yes.

Whatever he’d done when he wiggled his fingers had me thrusting against him and writhing on the bed. He needed to do it again, but before I could beg for it, he tapped the cage. “Is that good manners?”

Hot.

Cold.

Hot.

Cold.

Would he really spank me there?

Tug on it?

What would he do if I forgot my manners?

Questions whirled faster than I could catch them, and when they finally slowed, I felt even fuller and I heard myself cry out as he thrust again.

Two fingers.

Why did this feel so good and how had I not realized it already?

I was too old not to know this.

“Because you knew this was meant for me, baby.” Master’s words made me realize he’d answered me.

I’d said it out loud.

“This was always meant for your Master.” His fingers stretched me wider, sending waves of something that had to be pleasure through me. “It was meant for my fingers…my cock. No one else’s…and that’s why I’m going to keep you, baby.”

Keep me.

He was going to keep me.

“Cages and collars.” His low voice sent a shiver through me. “I’m going to show you that you belong to me in a thousand different ways.”

I belonged to Master.

He was going to keep me.

“Your spanking was the first way I showed you. The cage is the second.” Master let out a pleased sigh as he ran his hand around my cage and flicked what seemed to be a tiny lock on the top of it. “It might be my favorite but I’m going to have to decide once I fuck my sweet boy.”

Me.

I was his sweet boy.

His empty sweet boy.

I heard myself whine as he took his fingers out. I couldn’t help clenching to keep him in me but it had Master chuckling which had the weird embarrassment flashing through me.

And that made him chuckle again.