“Good girl.” He smiled and nodded. “Turn around.”
“Master?” I looked at him in confusion.
“I want you on your knees with your nose against the floor.” He ground his words out against his teeth, as if he was unhappy that I questioned what he said.
I did as he commanded and turned away from him. I bent forward, which caused my ass to raise. I knew he could see my pussy—and the most horrifying part of that was realizing that I was wet. The things he was saying—the way he was forcing me to push past my comfort zone—it was turning me on. My body craved his touch. I wondered if that was the moment my innocence would be shattered—my nose against the floor with my virgin pussy wet for the taking. I heard his feet against the floor and saw the shadow he was casting move, but he didn’t touch me. He walked around me in a circle, each step a little faster than the one before it.
“Yes.” He growled underneath a sigh. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined—and your pussy is so fucking wet. Is that for me? Did you get turned on by the thought of me earlier when you touched yourself without permission.”
“I—I…” My words got tangled up as I tried to speak.
“Say it. I want to hear the truth.” He came to a stop behind me.
“Yes.” I admitted and nodded, even though my nose was against the floor so my head didn’t move much.
“You will have to be punished for violating one of my rules.” He walked around until his feet were directly in front of my face. “Stand.”
“Yes, Master.” I lifted and started to rise to my feet.
I’m already obeying without question—am I really this submissive? No. I’m paying the price for my father’s freedom. I’ll play Devlin’s game, even if I have to give him my innocence, but he will never get my full submission—even if my body craves his touch. I’m changing the rules. He may have made a Cabot kneel—but my heart will never bow to the devil. I see him for what he truly is now.
“Follow me.” He started walking before I had a chance to process what he said, so I had to scurry to catch up.
“Yes, Master.” The words had gotten comfortable, but they were hollow—I was saying what he wanted to hear because those words were a means to an end.
Devlin led me through his manor until we reached a large black door that was dimly lit. He pushed it open and I saw a set of stairs in front of us. He started walking down the stairs and when I took my first step, I felt cool concrete under the soles of my feet. I kept following him into the darkness and when we got the bottom of the stairs, he hit a button that illuminated what appeared to be a basement. It was well decorated, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. What caught my attention was a cage—positioned in the middle of the room and standing open.
“While I am away, this cage will be your home.” He motioned to the imposing steel structure. You will remain in it until I return—as punishment for breaking one of my rules.”
“You can’t be serious…” I stared at the cage and shook my head. “I’m not going in there!”
“Yes, you are.” He nodded and walked over to the door. “Now.”
“Devlin, please…” I felt fear rising inside of me. “I’ll be a good girl—I’ll do what you want. Don’t lock me in a cage!”
“You’re going to be gone for days—I told you how lonely I am.” I took a step back.
Any contact is better than silence I’ve had at the Cabot Estate since my father was arrested and the workers left…
“The cage will unlock a couple of times each day, so you can use the bathroom. Your food will be delivered. Trust me, this cage is a lot better than the one your father is locked inside of right now.” He motioned to the cage again. “I believe a little time alone will allow you to see the world through his eyes—to understand why it’s so important that you obey me in order to secure his release.”
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” I swallowed hard.
“No, princess.” He shook his head back and forth. “You don’t.”
I walked towards the cage with my heart beating hard in my chest. I didn’t want to be locked up—I didn’t want to be his prisoner. The reality was that I didn’t have a choice. I had to do exactly what the devil ordered me to do. It was too early for real defiance. If I was going to change the rules, I had to show him that I could follow them first. The cage was my only option—the only one he put in front of me. I took a deep breath and dropped to my knees as I got closer. I couldn’t enter it without crawling. The bars terrified me—the thought of being locked behind them terrified me more. The instant I was inside, the sound of the cage behind me echoed in my ears.