Chapter 4

The pressure against his insides is greatly missed, hole clenching around thin air as if wishing he could conjure the toy inside of him again. 

“You’re mine, aren’t you? Cum slut~” 

“Yes mistress, just yours!” He’s already breathing so heavily, body aching to be penetrated again, begging for your dick. 

You pry his cheeks apart, entering him easily in one quick thrust since he was so loose and excited already. Tugging on his shoulders, you make him press his back into your front, his hips aching to get you as deep as possible, hit every nook and cranny inside of him. 

You undo enough buttons on his blouse to let it fall down his shoulders and expose his chest, playing with his perky nipples as soon as they come out. 

“I haven’t played with these in a while,” you smirk against the back of his neck, both of your hands sliding over his pectorals and toying with the pretty pink buds.

His nipples are definitely one of the man’s weak spots. As soon as you touch them, you feel his ass tighten around you, making you let out a guttural groan. Daichi feels like he could come just from having his nipples squeezed and pulled, but the way your shaft caresses his insides makes it seriously difficult to breathe. 

“Let’s see if you can cum while locked up, what do you say?” 

“Mistress… painful…” He cries in protest as you pull out the plug from his pee hole.

“Is it? But you like it don’t you? When the cage squeezes you back into your place… the way it hugs your pathetic little cock when you try to get hard~ Don’t you love that? The way you were moaning last week when I made you cum with the cage on tells me you’re not only a cock whore, but a pain whore as well.”

Teasingly, you lick a long stripe up his exposed neck, nibbling on his earlobe as you feel his body trembling in your arms, his desire too much to handle. 

He nods softly, desperate to finally get you to move and dick him down properly. “Good boy,” you flick his nipples as a reward, making him throw his head back in ecstasy, the cage hitting the table as his dick twitches.

“Now, head down, ass up!” Daichi obeys, laying down on the table, whining when his hard nipples press against the cold surface.

You take both of his hands, crossing them against his back and keeping them in place with one hand. When he’s exactly where you want to have him, you start thrusting. A murderous pace, much faster and harder than how he fucked himself on your dick in the morning, pushes his pliant body around.

He rubs against the wood, the base of his dick hitting the edge of the table every time you bottom out, nipples dragging back and forth while your free hand keeps slapping and kneading his plump bottom.

You love the way it jiggles every time you thrust inside of him or hit the fatty glute, it’s adorable. Even more so with your handprint etched into the skin in a bold red mark. 

The man can’t quell his sounds, moaning in ecstasy and outright screaming every time you hit his prostate. He’s usually nowhere near as loud, must be this game you’re playing with him, getting him so excited he can barely think about his usual duties.  

Hearing himself mewl and beg for your dick like a heat-crazed bitch should feel humiliating, it should make him want to close his mouth and bite his lips to shut himself up. But instead of embarrassment, he feels arousal. It’s thrilling, knowing what state you’ve reduced him to. How much power you have over him.

All he can think about is cock and how deep it can go, how much it’s going to stretch him. He’s on cloud nine. Completely and utterly at your mercy, more so than normally. 

“Fuck you’re so tight, your clenching every time you let out a lewd moan… you like listning to yourself don’t you? Dirty little maid. I’ll make you moan even louder~” Of course you’ve caught up, you always do. It’s not a surprise.

You’re the only person in the world who is fluent in his body language, knowing exactly how each of his muscles reacts to what stimulation and easily able to tell when he likes something or when something turns him on. 

Plunging inside of him even harder than before, you indeed make him scream louder. His breath almost catches in his throat at the way your change of pace assaults his prostate.