It’s only been a short while since Maddy caged James and turned his life upside down—although if you asked him, it’s been an eternity.
Book 1 was about two friends stumbling into something neither could have ever imagined. Book 2 is about the reckoning.
Everyone has choices to make in life. Maddy knows what she wants. James… well, I guess we’re going to find out.
Here’s a little read to thank you for your support, dear reader. And for your patience. Book 2 is coming sooner than later. I promise.
Chapter 1. The Day To Day
Maddy’s tongue probed his mouth, and his responded in kind. Their lips pressed together as their mouths moved in an embrace he’d dreamed of before he knew conscious thought. He’d spent his life chasing after the girl who was now the young woman making love to him with her mouth. Every sweep of her tongue over his told him how much she loved him, as he’d always loved her.
His hands roamed over the soft black wool of her bodysuit, found her pert breasts, and teased the already rock-hard nipples into angry attention. He pinched them roughly because he was the kind of man Maddy wanted to suffer for, and drank in her gasp with his mouth pressed to hers. He moved on as she moaned, down the sides of her slim waist to the pleats of her grey wool skirt that had settled over his lap when she sat astride him. They slid over the black nylons, tracing the lacy elasticized edges of the stay-ups hugging her thighs, then moved upward. The time for enjoying the subtle pleasures of her femininity was past.
His fingers almost reached the ultimate destination—that which occupied his every waking thought and had since puberty awakened that desire in him. His cock was raging hard and ready to burst through his jeans. Her hands slapped his away in frustrated impatience for him to get to it. Her fingers worked his belt buckle loose, then she lifted off him to yank them down to his knees.
She dropped back onto his lap, and he sought to return the favour, to expose her pussy that was surely as wet as his dripping cock. The crotch of her bodysuit was soaked through as his fingers probed it.
Oh yeah man, this it, she’s running hot for you. After all these years, finally!
He found the button snaps in the reinforced seam joining the two halves of the soft wool that was nothing more than a barrier to his pleasure. He’d enjoyed the visual of her wearing it earlier; now was for the physical. They popped open, and her bodysuit parted, offering no resistance to the man in him. The one who had wanted her since forever, the one who needed her even more. The man who was now going to finally fuck the living hell out of her and show her what she’d been missing out on.
“Yes, James,” She panted in his ear as one hand gripped the back of his head, and the other guided his cock to her hot and ready cunt. “Fuck me, James. I’m sorry I made you wait so long. Ughh… fuck me now!”
He could feel the heat of her slit as it drew close and…
His eyes flew open from the fantasy that had haunted his dreams ever since ‘it’ had happened, and he crashed into the reality that Maddy had created for him instead.
“Grrr!” James moaned and gripped his cage and his balls, squeezing the entire package as hard as he dared without crossing the barrier from pain-relief to outright agony.
When are these morning boners going to leave me the fuck alone?!
He’d been caged for longer than was humanly possible to endure, in his opinion, though in Maddy’s it had been only a couple of months. As though it was nothing. Just a couple of pages flipped on the calendar, the day-to-day giving no indication of the heaven and hell she’d thrust him into. In that time, he’d woken without fail somewhere on the scale no man should know existed, ranging from “this is bullshit!” to “Jesus, I’m going to lose my mind, I can’t take this!”
He clenched his stomach and held still, drawing deep, ragged breaths to calm himself. The pain was two-fold. His body wailed with a yearning for release that had transcended the physical, that had become all-encompassing and reverberated through every molecule of his being. His soul ached as a solitary word wove through his consciousness, as it did every time he awoke and the last remnants of the fantasy were yanked away by the ache between his legs.
Shame.
It was a brutal word that did nothing to describe its crushing weight when rendered upon that which he’d allowed to happen. To which he’d submitted.
The dream was but a cry for a pleasure that would not be allowed to exist. Not in Maddy’s world. And since he was a moon helplessly captivated in orbit around her and could do nothing to escape the pull of her will, her world was his. In that world, in the real world, where he had agreed to being locked in chastity the night she’d seduced him in that wool bodysuit and pleated skirt, he’d had no idea of how powerful that word could be.
But he did now.
The only good thing about that word was that by the time it had done all it could to remind him of the place he’d willingly put himself in, it also drained the blood from his dick. The pressure eased in the cage in direct proportion to his troubled thoughts, and on this day, as on every other, he was thankful for that. At least he had that.
He groaned in exasperated frustration as the thin walls of his bedroom did nothing to mute the sexual antics occurring on the other side, inches away from his head, in Maddy’s bedroom. He’d listened to it last night, right before being ‘fed and watered’ as she put it, and now here he was listening again, only a few short hours later.
Hasn’t this guy had enough?
It was a nonsense question because James knew there could never be enough of any part of her, never mind what she freely gave to that other man, Marcus. Several inches taller than James, all muscle, a killer smile, Marcus was the first Black man Maddy had ever fucked. He sighed, because along with the cage had come his acceptance of becoming pussy-free and her cuckold cumdump. He’d been a cumdump for many weeks before the man currently in Maddy’s bedroom had introduced them both to the word cuckold, but it had stuck. Because that was what she’d made him. Fostered throughout their lifelong friendship, and blossoming in their burgeoning chastity-enforced pussy-cleaning ‘relationship,’ the cold truth had become undeniable. She’d made him accept that his cock would never be inside her.
Just then, a deep baritone voice delivered a question along with a resounding slap on what sounded like a bare ass cheek, demanding an answer. ‘Do you like that?’
James’ mouth went slack. Why does she let men treat her like that?
He couldn’t imagine it. She was… Maddy. Perfection personified. She deserved to be treated like a goddess, not a… fuck-toy. When she’d only gasped and failed to answer, Marcus had slapped her ass again. Harder this time, and her squeal was loud, raw, honest as he asked again. ‘Hmm?’
While James questioned what the hell Marcus was thinking in treating her like that, never mind Maddy allowing him, he’d heard her bed protest with a sharp groan. The worn springs, stretched by countless men pounding her pussy raw, couldn’t help but complain at yet one more carnal scene unfolding as their tired metal coils kept the scene aloft.
She moaned, as did her bed, and James could only suffer the image the sounds painted in front of his angst-filled eyes. Of her grinding back into the hand that had just caused her (sweet) pain.
A moment passed, but it was an eternity for James as his cage held him in her grip. A grip of devotion, and of knowing she would only allow him to listen to that kind of lust dripping from her one-word answer. Never experience it. Sure enough, she gave the answer he knew she would give, for she was a woman. And James wasn’t blind to the attributes of the man slapping her ass. One word. Panted. Reluctant—she was a proud and an independent woman, dammit—but honesty was the only way through the heat coursing through her. Edged with the carelessness of passion for all that would hear her.
“Yes.”
Marcus laughed. Easy. Confident. Knowing. Then the bed began to violently protest what ensued.
James couldn’t ignore the chub forming with nowhere to go as his dick imagined it was the one fucking Maddy any more than he could avoid the question screaming in his mind. If I’ve done all you’ve asked, ‘submitted,’ as you like to call it, then why the hell can’t I at least cum? A growl escaped past his clenched teeth. It’s been over a month!
James closed his eyes and, with effort, calmed his swirling thoughts and pushed down the emotions they brought with them. The thin wall could not hide the quickening tempo of her rocking bed. James sighed and got up. He’d done what she expected of him last night. As much as he craved the taste of her once he worked through his cleanup duties, he’d had his fill of it all for today.
The shower calmed him and blocked out all sound of everything he didn’t want to hear. There was not a doubt in his mind that over these last couple of months, he’d experienced intimacy and eroticism with Maddy that was light-years beyond anything he’d ever dared dream of. It had also cost him erections, orgasms, and, of course, sex. And worse yet, depending on how his reality was hitting him, his pride. Despite how good she could make him feel in the moment, when her touch and her words made it all seem so natural, none of this was. No matter how many times she told him how special he made her feel, at the end of it all, she didn’t want his dick unless it was in a cage. Most of the time, he made peace with it all because the reward was out of this world. He got to have something with Maddy that the old ‘vanilla’ James never had. Days like today, though, starting the way it had… well, yeah. He’d heard enough, and besides, he was hungry.
By the time the kettle boiled and the bacon and eggs were frying, Maddy and Marcus appeared. James nodded amiably at them, then turned to his work. He didn’t see Maddy gesture to Marcus to have a seat while she moved toward James. He’d made them breakfast last weekend at her impish ‘request,’ and he’d planned ahead this morning. If they’d been drawn to the kitchen by the sounds and smells of breakfast once, it stood to reason they would again. That their hunger was in large part from fucking all night long was something he tried to ignore.
He’d figured making enough for three from the start would spare him the embarrassment of her asking him to cook for the man whose cum he’d lapped out of her last night. Downplaying it, acting as if cooking for her date was the most natural thing in the world, had seemed like a stroke of brilliance to him. He should have known better. Maddy didn’t need an excuse to make him blush, and sure enough, she took the opportunity to remind him.
James felt her a heartbeat before she touched him, his finely tuned Maddy-radar sending him a silent alert. She pressed into him from behind, sliding a hand around his waist before slipping a daring finger into the front waistband of his shorts, just past the hip bone. It wasn’t close enough to actually touch anything, if there were a raging hard-on under those shorts instead of a dick mashed into a dome of steel. But the tender, sensitive flesh responded to her finger like it was a lightning rod, and he caught his breath. Her finger traced a tiny looping trail from just below the waistband, down and inward, tempting his caged dick with something only his big brain knew wouldn’t happen. At least then and there, while he tried not to drop the spatula.
“Are you making us breakfast, James?” The words were window dressing, the amount of food cooking made it obvious, but she wanted to hear him say it. Own it. That he was cooking for the man she damn well knew he’d listened to railing her last night and again first thing this morning. She gave him a second to gather himself. When he delayed further, she pressed her fingernail into the soft flesh where thigh met pelvis, and he gasped.
“Yes!”
He immediately chided himself for the intensity of his reply. This was supposed to be his chance to get ahead of her, to take back some control, even if only by anticipating what she’d insist he’d do anyway.
Too late. She’d taken the control back, knowing he’d tried to sidestep this very moment. She withdrew her finger as the heat raced up his neck, then traced her hand along the path it had come. She lifted it and brought it down with a loud slap on his ass. The sharp crack reverberated off the laminate cupboards and straight into his ears. He strove not to jump, wishing in vain he could absorb every bit of the sound so none would reach Marcus’ ears. He jumped anyway. No control of the scene. No control over his body around her. Yet again.
She leaned in, lips close to his ear so only he could hear the reward for doing what he’d known she’d expect. Slowly whispered, delivered with the heat of a woman running hot on the high-octane dynamic they’d stumbled into together over the last while. “Good boy.”
She walked to the table and waited to be served while James stewed in the sting of the slap. If they’d been alone, he might have enjoyed it. As startling as it had been, it was still her touch, and she knew how much he craved that. With Marcus there, it became possessive. The crispness turned something playful into a not-so-private reprimand. Flirty but strict, and judging by the shades of red he’d turned, he’d understood the difference perfectly. He’d tried to outplay her and instead had been reminded that this was her game, and he’d bloody well play by her rules. If she wanted to toy with his mind while he made breakfast for her ‘guest,’ then she would.
The toaster popped, and James took a beat to spread the butter over the toast, buying time for the blush to fade. He was going to do what he could to act like none of this was a big deal. You got this buddy. It was just a playful slap. He slid two eggs onto a plate. Yeah, but he knows. He’s the one who called it cuckolding! He laid strips of bacon beside them and turned, determined to act normal. He thought about all the different ways someone could judge how his weekend breakfasts had become. Who does this?
Maddy could see him struggling, not to let anything show, to just be a guy making her breakfast and not the cumdump she’d turned him into. She never got tired of watching him dig deep and master his emotions, his actions, when any other man she’d known would have lost all control. For that, she would let up and allow him to breathe. At least until he’d finished eating.
James set a plate down in front of Marcus, who thanked him with a genuine smile. When he turned to Maddy and placed hers before her, she placed her hand over his—just for a moment. Their eyes met, his racing with a thousand thoughts, hers smouldering with calm confidence. She spoke softly, and her smile said she meant it. “Thank you, James.”
He cleared his throat as he absorbed her words. The wild, untamed, searing energy of the him-give and her-take dynamic they’d fallen into with the cage had only grown more intense the longer he was locked. She watched him take all three words and savor them, and how she’d delivered them. She figured it had been an even trade. He’d tried to pull a fast one, and she’d schooled him, but even she could admit it had been perhaps a bit much. The way he was looking at her now told her that she’d righted his out-of-kilter world, at least long enough to enjoy breakfast together.
They did too. With Maddy’s boot off his ego, James was able to relax and watch her shine. Maddy looked at the two men sitting with her and marvelled at how her life had changed since she’d mistakenly sat on James’ face and fed him their mutual friend’s cum. There had been a whole lot of water under the bridge in the short time since, but here she was. Marcus on one side, tall, dark, and so very everything the cheesy innuendos about Black men promised. James, on the other, tall, tanned, and so very everything the huntress in her craved that she’d never known existed.
Her energy, though the men could not entirely know the nuances of its origin, was contagious. Her eyes were alight with laughter and satisfaction, and when she paralyzed James for long seconds in their grip, with mischief. Conversation was easy, and for a while, James felt like a regular guy simply enjoying breakfast with a man he’d only recently met, and with Maddy. He listened to every word she spoke, her lips moving in a seductive dance solely in his mind, forming each syllable.
Far too quickly, it was over. As he watched her place her fork and knife on the side of her plate, he wished he’d made more. Just for the extra time it would take for them… for her… to eat.
Marcus reached for their plates. “Man, that was so good. Let me get these.”
“That’s quite all right, Marcus.” Maddy placed her hand over his wrist, urging him to lower the plate. She smiled warmly at him, because this man was not the type to take what she was about to give to James. Her smile said she appreciated the gesture, that it was nice of him, but it wasn’t necessary.
When she turned her gaze to James, it was still warm, but those same lips that had mesmerized him only minutes before now pulled up to one side in a playful smirk. She wasn’t sure when he’d learn to anticipate the zinger when she wound up to deliver one, but she could tell he definitely hadn’t this time. That made it all the more fun, because after all, wasn’t life about having fun? Going with what one moment cajoled the next to be? She didn’t know, but as much trouble as that line of thinking had gotten her into over the years, the Gemini in her could not resist its call.
She waited a beat, just one, just long enough to give him fair warning since he obviously still had not yet learned to fully read her. Then brought him back under her heel, where her rapidly moistening pussy told her was right where she wanted him to be. She kept her voice light, but her eyes told him she knew exactly how the words would land. Reeling him in, putting him back where she wanted him. He had agreed he liked pleasing her. Right now, this did.
“James doesn’t mind cleaning up.” She pursed her lips until they joined the smirk, because there was no such thing as too much when it came time to truly fuck with his mind. She’d cut him off at the knees when she’d walked in, and the breakfast respite she’d allowed him had been lovely, but it was time to get on with the day. “Isn’t that right, James?”
James stared at her, embarrassed by her words at face value and the innuendo. I might do… that—he doubted he’d ever be comfortable calling himself a cumdump—but I’m not your… servant! That last bit felt hollow because as much as her flaunting his willingness to cook and clean for her was embarrassing, he loved doing it. But for her, not for anyone else, and not here and now. He His eyes flickered towards Marcus but fell short. In this moment, he really did not want to look that man in the eye. The one witnessing this. The one who was well aware of all the things James did for Maddy. And I’m certainly not his!
Maddy watched her words knock him back against the ropes, snapping him back into his proper reality, where he was not a regular, everyday, normal guy, because nothing about any of this was normal. She watched him struggle to come to terms with what he could not deny, after the illusion the pleasant breakfast had temporarily granted him. When his eyes met hers, she snuffed the remaining defiance with a single raised eyebrow. Expectant. Daring him to deny her whim in front of Marcus. Daring him to do anything but keep this crazy ride going, the ride they’d both agreed to.
He could no more deny that he’d served them breakfast, because he had, than he could deny her anything she asked. So as she watched him put on a brave face and say it was certainly his pleasure, she gave him one more reward, without words. No less devastating for his caged dick. She winked, slowly, maintaining the smile so Marcus would not be aware. This was just between them.
A short time later, James lowered the dirty frying pan into the soapy water and then turned at the soft, wet sound coming from the doorway. Marcus’ hand was on the back of her neck, the other weaving into her hair, pulling, urging, then welcoming her lips to his. He watched, a victim bound by his need for her and unable to escape the freight train of angst barrelling toward him as she gave Marcus a lover’s kiss. It was slow, so damn slow, hungry, and open-mouthed. They pulled apart, a thin trail of saliva streaming from tongue to tongue until it had to admit the kiss was over. It snapped and disappeared as they brought their lips together one last time for a quick peck and a shared laugh at how crazy hot that kiss had been. Then Marcus thanked him for the breakfast and walked out the door.
Maddy turned to him, and her look told him she’d known he was watching the whole time and that she’d wanted him to watch. How much of that kiss had been performative to fuck with his head, he’d never know. He suspected it was equal parts authentic, performative, and all combinations in between. That was her playbook, they both knew it, and that he’d fall for it every time. Walking slowly toward him, the gentle sway of her hips threatened to draw his eye, but she held his gaze with her own. His pulse raced as she neared, her intentions unclear, but his body didn’t care. Maddy closed the distance to nothing, and the devilish heat coursing through her veins radiated into him.
She perched on her toes and brushed her lips over his as he stood at the kitchen sink, then pressed them to his cheek. It could have been a lover’s kiss, but for where it had landed. A salacious hint of what could be, but his reality had already been made abundantly clear to James ever since she’d first sat on his face. This was merely a kiss between friends. Sure, friends with benefits (lopsided benefits, if you were to ask him), but only that. Not a kiss between lovers.
There was no more poignant emphasis of that than the kiss he’d just witnessed between Maddy and Marcus. James had almost drooled in his craving to be on the receiving end of that. As that moment had teased emotions best left buried, he told himself this moment was still pretty damn good. His dick agreed, surging in the cage as it always did when she gave him anything of her. The cage bit into his flesh, his balls railing against their swollen, plump state, reminding him that nothing was free.
Yeah?
The thought flashed in his mind that Marcus’ tab seemed pretty fucking blank. Guilt quickly followed because Marcus had been nothing but decent to him, and then his aching balls brought him back to the moment.
The playful glint in her eye eased the sting of her lips landing on his cheek instead of his always-ready mouth, her choice lashing his ego even as it eternally hoped for more.
“I’ll see you”—her eyes dropped pointedly to what his pants did nothing to hide from her knowing gaze, then rose to enjoy the blush creeping up his neck—“boys later.” She was chipper and acted like she hadn’t just put him under her heel.
James watched her leave, yoga pants clinging like a second skin, so thin his mind’s eye could see the faint red lines Marcus’s fingers had left an hour ago. He began to scrub the pan feverishly, trying not to think about some of her choices. Case in point, not pressing her lips against his, as she’d done with Marcus. The ‘why’ began to clamour in his head, but he pushed it down because he’d already heard just about every variation of her answer. The answers brought no relief to the discord between the opposing versions of the ‘man’ in him. The one who’d been free to fuck whoever he wanted and enjoy his own cock all he wanted, could not reconcile with the one who existed now. The one who no longer enjoyed those freedoms, but did get to have Maddy in a way no other man did.
The one who’d been free wanted to be like those other men, because the price to be unique, even for her, was unthinkable. What the one who’d been free wanted was irrelevant. Maddy wanted what she wanted. The James she had now.
He sighed as the imagined taste of her, fed by the memory of last night, coated his tongue. Like Pavlov’s dog, his mouth began to water, and his dick throbbed. Visions of her hands gripping the back of his head, mashing his face into her gushing cunt, reminded him of why he was here. In the now. Caged, denied, and yes, doing whatever it took to please her.
This will be an erotic novel with scenes of female domination and control, humiliation, CFNM, chastity, tease and denial, interracial cuckolding, creampie cleanup, and of course, hardcore friendzone angst.
Here is a link to Book 1 if you would like to get to know James and Maddy a little better: https://books2read.com/u/bMMPZX