Free Caged by Tilly Greene

and taking whatever you
choose to give me.” There was no duress in her voice, only excitement. Once he
released the tip, he leaned down and soothed the tender flesh with his tongue.
    Sucking the nipple into his mouth, he pulled until his
cheeks went hollow. Gabby was shaking beneath him and between his legs. She’d
left the hand he’d released above her head with the other he still held. He had
no memory of telling her not to move, but her silent obedience was there all
the same.
    With a last tug on her nipple, he smiled and released it
with a pop.
    “Being confined gets you off?” he asked, then let his tongue
circle her other nipple. She had thrust her chest up, probably for more from
his teeth, but he kept the strokes gentle and soothing.
    “Yes, I guess. Being put in a restricted space, unable to
move, trapped and fucked is what I want. Pain isn’t my thing, but I enjoy all
sorts of restrictions, a lot. Tie me up, lock me in a cage, bind me to a St.
Andrews cross, all of them will send me spinning into a mind blowing orgasm.
Tonight was delightful, thrilling and I want more, thank you very much.”
    He laughed and rolled to his back. This woman was his and he
couldn’t be happier. They were in a relationship floating from vanilla to kinky
and he was thrilled to have her anyway he could. Picking her hand up, he kissed
it and held it against his chest.
    “What? What did I say to make you stop?” She sounded
confused, but he’d shifted away to save his own sanity. He had to tell her he
needed to leave and couldn’t keep delaying by playing with her delicious body.
    Was he in love? Max was fairly sure he was, but he wanted to
be positive before he said anything.
    “Your ‘thank you very much’ made me laugh. However, I
stopped because I have a question for you.”
    “Oh, okay, what?”
    “How do you see what we have? Are we headed to something
more serious? What do you want with me?” Maybe he should tell her what he was
looking for rather than putting her on the spot to say it first. Before he had
a chance to say anything more, she sat up and looked down at him.
    He wasn’t sure if he could focus on whatever she was about
to say. Not with her generous bare breasts with a tie dangling between them,
both swaying with her movements. He wanted to touch, pinch, bite, devour. It
was hard to pay attention but he had to because he’d asked the question.
    “Exclusive,” she ended and pinched his nipple for emphasis.
    Damn, he’d missed it all and was going to have to admit it.
    “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
    Crawling around until she straddled him, she cupped his face
and waited until his eyes connected with hers.
    “I said we’re seriously dating with feelings involved and I
expect you to say we’re exclusive. So?” There was the cutest frown on her face
and he tried not to smile. She was being serious and he should as well, but he
was finding her simply too beautiful to pay attention to what she said. He had
to pull it together.
    “What?”
    “We’re exclusive,” she told him with a gentle thump to his
chest.
    “Yes, absolutely, of course we are. There’s no one else in
my life except you. No one.” He should’ve given her something as a confidence
booster before asking questions. Not good and somehow he’d make up for it.
    “Good. I wanted to hear you confirm it,” she claimed with an
adorable bravado.
    “Let me be clear, I’m serious about you and hope we have a
long future together. I’m looking forward to however we move on together, as
long as we’re a couple. I might as well tell you straight out, get it said.” He
took a deep breath and let go. “This Sunday I need to go up north and work for
at least a month, probably longer.”
    The silence his statement met was deafening. His saving
grace, the only thing keeping him waiting for her to say something was how she
hadn’t let go of his face. Reaching up, he wrapped his hands around her wrists
and held them where they were