She did her best to remove her panties without letting me see her pussy, but I was able to get a glimpse of the sweet pink slit before they were completely off. I held up my end of the bargain, emptied the bucket, brought her a plate of food—a cup of water—and her favorite soda. She immediately began to devour them all—digging into the food and washing it down with gulps of soda. There was no regard for decency or manners—she was little more than a wild animal that had been starved. I waited until she was done and then pulled the tray away. She looked at me with the same icy stare that she had when I walked in—and I wanted nothing more than to remove it from her face.
“Are you ready to talk?” I tilted my head to the side.
“Not if you’re going to speak in riddles the entire time.” I could sense defiance in her words.
Ah, the darkness is becoming normal for her. The isolation is no longer torment. I didn’t expect this to happen so fast.
“I’ll let you ask one question.” I raised my eyebrows as I pondered what I was saying. “I’ll answer it.”
“What’s the price?” She narrowed her eyes at me.
She’s learning—I knew she was smart.
“Lean on the back of the cage—spread your legs—keep them spread as long as we
’re talking.” I motioned to her with my hand.
There was hesitation in her eyes. She had given me her clothes, and she was vulnerable, but she didn’t want to completely expose herself to me. I had to bust through that barrier—I wanted her to show me what was already mine—even if I hadn’t claimed it yet. I waited for her to obey—letting silence fill the room as she fought an internal battle to decide if she was going to do what I asked. Her need for answers was too strong for her to deny my price. She took her position and put a knee on each side of the cage—her pretty little pussy was on full display, even in the cramped cage that kept her from spreading her legs very far.
“Good girl.” I nodded slowly. “Ask your question.”
“What did I do to you?” She swallowed hard.
“You’ve caused me pain.” I tilted my head to the side.
“How?” She stared at me as she spoke. “How did I cause you pain?”
“That’s another question—and not the one you asked.” I leaned forward. “Do you want the answer to the question bad enough to pay the price?”
“I—I do.” Her hands balled up into fists.
“Then touch yourself. Play with that pretty little pussy while we talk—and when the conversation is over, make yourself come.” I chuckled under my breath.
There was more hesitation in her eyes. Her cheeks hadn’t blushed when she spread her legs, but when her hand slowly started moving across her inner thigh, I saw her body flush red. She didn’t stop though. She moved her hand to her abdomen, then down to her clit. Even with the shame, she felt pleasure when her finger pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves. She rubbed it a couple of times, then pushed her finger further down—between her pussy lips—and into the wetness that was starting to form. Her jaw quivered—she was trying to suppress the moan that begged to be released.
“You caused me pain by blackmailing my brother.” I exhaled sharply and kept the rage from flooding my veins. “Wyatt Jackson.”
“Wyatt…” She exhaled sharply. “Oh my god.”
“But he’s not the only one you’ve blackmailed, now is he? You steal from people to satisfy your greed—ruin lives to pad your fucking bank account.” The rage was coming, and I wasn’t going to be able to keep it at bay much longer. “You’re nothing but a dirty little slut and you don’t even have the common courtesy to spread your legs before you fuck people!”
“Oh fuck.” Her finger pushed inside her pussy and I saw her body quiver.
Did she get turned on when I called her a dirty little slut? Maybe she’s more submissive than I thought.
“Now make yourself come like the filthy whore you are—before I decide you don’t deserve an orgasm,” I growled and stared at her.
Her fingers plunged into her pussy, but she didn’t go far. She was extremely tight from the looks of it, and her pussy started to spasm on her fingers. Her clit was a hard knot—I would have loved nothing more than to have my tongue where her fingers were—to taste the desire that formed from the brief bit of stimulation. Her eyes closed, and she kept masturbating—getting more vigorous as the seconds passed. My cock throbbed against the front of my pants—even if she was a filthy slut, I still wanted to fuck her. I would have to wait for that though—she needed to feel more desperation.
“I’m gonna come.” She moaned and grabbed the bars.
I immediately stood and walked towards the door. I heard another moan, then she started to orgasm. I turned off the light before she felt the pleasure consume her. I wanted to watch, but I also wanted her to feel like what she did bored me. She was used to men doing somersaults to see her breasts in a tight shirt, or a glimpse of her panties. She needed to know that her body was only as good as the price I asked her to pay with it—and that price was going to keep going up. Once I was on the other side of the door, I rubbed my cock through my pants. I could have unzipped and made myself come with a few strokes based on how hard I was, but I was saving it—saving it for her to swallow when those lips were the only thing that could buy her what she needed.
Then she’ll spread her legs and give me her tight little pussy—it’s going to feel so fucking good when it is stretched around my cock for the first time.
Lizzy
I finally had an answer—I understood why I was in the cage. Wyatt. Wyatt Jackson. But having that name didn’t make it any better, because he wasn’t the one on the other side of the bars. He wasn’t the man with onyx-colored eyes. Wyatt was older. Plus, he was sweet and kind, not cruel. It had been well over a year since I stole from Wyatt—blackmailed him like all the others. I hated myself after I saw the hurt on his face when he heard the truth. He wasn’t like most of the guys I stole from—the men filled with so much lust that they didn’t want to talk about anything except their fantasies. Wyatt was open about being married—the problems he was having with his wife—and other things too. He mentioned family—brothers—they were big shots in New York.