He was Hers
She shoved him against the wall, wrists pinned above his head. Her lips caught his in a kiss, hard and hungry. She caught his lower lip between her teeth and bit gently. He writhed against her. She smiled as she felt the bulge of his cage press against her. He was Hers. She releases his wrists and moves one hand down to caress the bulge. He moans and thrusts his hips into her hand. Her fingers are all over him, teasing. She knows the cage has become almost painful and he's panting in frustration. "Strip." She removes her hand and steps back. His face flushes and his eyes widen. He hesitates and she frowns. "I want to see if you followed my instructions. Now, strip," she commanded quietly. He strips down and soon he is standing before her clad in bra, panties, and cage. She grins. "That shade of blue is beautiful." The flush steals over his e tire body. He can't believe he is standing in front of her clad in lingerie. He can't believe his co