Reclaimed Obsession

Chapter 8

“Fuck it,” I muttered hoarsely.

I grabbed the cage, the lube, the black rose, and shoved everything into a hoodie pocket. Then I slipped out the back door like a thief.

1427 Evergreen was a sleek high-rise. It further confirmed how Lena could afford this place. I took the elevator to the top floor with my pulse roaring in my ears.

No turning back now.

The door was indeed unlocked. I peeked in, noting that the apartment has non-existent light. I could only see by looking at the city lights.

My nose twitched at the scent of her.

“Lena?” My voice cracked.

She emerged from the bedroom like a goddamn succubus.

I squinted, taking in what she put on. Black silk robe hanging open, with nothing underneath but another one of those red net panties soaked dark at the crotch.

Her tits were fuller than I remembered with nipples hard and sweaty. She had dropped that black gorgeous hair, gleaming at me seductively.

“You came,” she purred. “Good boy.”

I swallowed hard. “This stops now. I’m not doing this shit with you.”

She laughed softly and stepped closer, letting the robe slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. “You’re already here, Ace. Your cock is practically ripping through your pants. Stop lying to yourself.”

I backed up until my shoulders hit the wall. “I said no. I have a life. Clara—”

“Clara doesn’t fuck you like I do.” Lena’s hand shot out and palmed my bulge roughly. I groaned despite myself. “And you know it.”

“Get your fucking hands off me,” I growled, grabbing her wrist. But I didn’t pull it away. My grip was weak and pathetic.

She smiled wickedly. “Make me.”

I tried. I really fucking tried. I spun her around, pinned her wrists above her head against the wall, breathing hard. “You’re crazy. Sending that shit to my house…”

“And you loved every second.” She arched her back, pressing her ass against my cock. “Look at you. Already leaking for me.”

That should be my line. I shoved her harder against the wall, trying to get my body to obey. “I’m leaving.”

But I didn’t move. My hips rolled once, grinding my clothed cock between her cheeks. She moaned like a whore, pushing back.

“Fuck… Lena…”

“That’s it,” she whispered. “We used to have a lot of fun, Ace. Why'd it turn out this way? I miss you so much.” Her voice sounded so broken.

My resolve cracked. I spun her again, kissing her brutally. Our tongues fought and she tasted like cherries. I ripped the red net panties down her legs and she kicked them away.

“Bedroom. Now,” she ordered, grabbing my shirt and dragging me.

I resisted one last time, planting my feet. “This is the last time. After this, you leave me the fuck alone.”

A dark look crossed Lena’s face. “You belong to me Ace and I belong to you.”

An icy shiver went down my spine.

My god.

“Lena, what happened to you?” I opened my mouth to ask, but the look was already gone. She just smirked and dropped to her knees.

My cock sprang free, thick, veined, and dripping.

“Jesus Christ, Ace. Still so fucking perfect.” She licked the bead of precum off the tip, eyes rolling back. “Mmm. Tastes like mine.”

Yeah!

I grabbed her hair, meaning to pull her off, but instead I shoved her mouth down on me. Her throat convulsed around my length as she took me deep.

I continued slamming her over my cock. “Fuck—your mouth—” I hissed, hips snapping forward.

She sucked me sloppy then pulled off with a wet pop.

“Time for your present,” she said, voice husky.

She grabbed the steel cock cage from my discarded hoodie. My stomach flipped with dread and excitement.

“No. Absolutely not,” I said, stepping back. “I was going to return this back.”

Lena crawled after me on her knees, both cage and lube in hand. “Yes. You’re going to wear it while I ride your face. Then I’ll unlock you and you can fuck me stupid. Trust me.”

I shook my head, but my cock twitched hard at the thought. “You’re fucking deranged.”

“And you’re dripping all over my floor.” She slicked the cage with lube, the metal gleaming. “Come on, baby. For old times’ sake. Let me lock you up. Let me own that big cock for a little while.”

I resisted. I really did. I cursed at her, called her every name in the book. But when she looked up at me with those big, green hungry eyes… I froze.

“Please, Ace. I need to feel you first,”

Massaging the bridge of my nose, I snapped. “Fuck. Fine. Do it. But if I hate it, it comes off.”

Lena grinned like she’d won the lottery.

Her hands were gentle but firm as she lubed my still-hard cock, stroking me slowly until I was groaning and cursing. Then she eased the cage on.

Fuckity Fuck!

The cold steel encircled me, forcing my erection to strain painfully against the bars. Then she clicked the lock shut with the tiny padlock, looking all satisfied.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, looking down. My cock was trapped, unable to move but its dark purple head was leaking like a faucet.

It was humiliating. Degrading. Like a punishment for something.

It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever felt.

Lena moaned at the sight, eyes rolling back. “Fuck, Ace. Look at you.”

She pushed me onto the bed, climbed up, and straddled my face without warning, smothering me with her soaked pussy.

“Eat me while you’re locked,” she demanded.

I growled and attacked her cunt like a starving man—tongue fucking her deep, sucking her swollen clit, lapping up every drop of her cream.

She ground down hard, riding my face, moaning and cursing.

“Yes—fuck—your tongue is still magic—oh shit, right there—”

She came hard the first time, thighs clamping around my head, flooding my mouth. I kept going, desperate, my caged cock throbbing uselessly against my stomach, aching for relief.