Page 45 of His Holy Chaos

"Easy," I murmur. His breathing stutters, then steadies.

The cage slides on next. I guide him into it carefully. His cock is still half-hard, and he whimpers as the cage constrains it, forces it into the confined curve of the metal, denying the space it needs to swell fully.

The lock clicks shut.

I thread the key onto the thin chain I wear under my shirts and tuck it against my chest. His eyes track the movement.

"Five days," I repeat, and I rest my hand on his inner thigh. "You will wear this. You will not tamper with it. You will feel it every time you move, every time you sit, every time you even think about being hard. And you will remember that this is what happens when my puppy doesn't watch his mouth.”

He stares at me. His lower lip trembles into a pout.

I lean forward and press my lips to his forehead. He exhales against my neck, long and shuddering. The acceptance of a consequence he asked for.

"Come here," I say, lying back, and open my arms.

He curls into me immediately, his head finding the hollow of my shoulder, his body fitting against mine. I pull the charcoal duvet over us both, cocooning us, making us safe.

"You're still so, so mean," he complains. I chuckle.

"You love it," I say. He rolls his eyes but doesn't deny it. My beautiful, frustrated little boy.

Chapter 22. Jude

"Can we go to the club, please? I'm dying for you to meet all my friends. They're important to me," I say, looking at him with my best puppy eyes. the ones I know work on anybody.

He gives me a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. I'm sitting at his feet. That's where I like to be. I like my dog bed. It still reminds me a little of Emmett, but I do my best not to think about that.

His hand is on my head, rubbing gently, playing with my hair, though he's still focused on his computer. "You said you didn't like going there, babe."

"I know, but Glynn texted me this morning and they really want to see me again. They say they miss me, and I miss them. Maybe with you there, it won't be that bad."

He gives me a skeptical look. He's worried. Worried about my reaction if I run into Emmett. It's true that I can't control myself around him. Too many open wounds. But I still really want to see Callum and the others.

I'm pretty sure he's also still a little upset about last time, and he has every right to be. I was a little shit. I cringe thinking about it. He was right, I shouldn't have done that, and I paid for it. But I still feel pretty damn bad about it. I want to show him that this time will be different.

"Fine, but if you don't behave…" he says, looking at me with a smirk, and I know he's actually fine with going. My heart beats faster. "You are going to spend one month caged, and I mean it, and every time you beg for release, I'll let you out of your cage just to edge you and put you back there. Do you understand, pet?"

I feel my cock strain against the cage, and all I can do is growl in response.

"Is that a yes, puppy?" he asks, teasing, and I say ‘woof woof’ as an answer, barking. He laughs. He's in a good mood. That makes me very excited.

"Daddy, may I get up, please?" I ask, because getting out of my spot requires permission. I could crawl, but my knee is killing me.

"Sure," he says. "Get up and get ready. I want to fuck you before we go, so you're there very calm and composed."

Fuck. My cock twitches even more.

"Will you unlock me, pretty please with sugar on top?" I beg. He's about to say something, but I add: "I'm making the case for your benefit, Daddy! Imagine yourself playing with my cock, feeling how hard and wet it gets, stroking it. The cage isn't fun for you either, is it?!"

"I suppose you're right."

"I am?!" I ask, excited. He laughs.

"Yes. I will play with you and lock you back. Never said anything about letting you cum, though."

"Daddy!" I protest.

He gives me that look - the one that says I'm in charge and you know it - and I feel my whole body go still with anticipation. His hand reaches under his shirt, slow, deliberate, and pulls out the small silver key from the chain he wears against his chest.