Page 53 of Not Safe For Work

Chapter 14

I was just about to shut the garage door when Rick’s Mercedes came into view. As he pulled into the driveway, I stepped outside to greet him.

He parked and killed the engine. As he got out of the car, though, he paused, grimacing. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but the motion of his shoulder and the twist of his lips told me he was adjusting his caged cock.

“Having trouble?” I asked, resting a hand on top of the car door.

He glared at me, and I could only imagine the profanity on the tip of his tongue.

I lifted my chin and stared him down. “Answer me, Rick. Carefully.”

Immediately, the glare turned to a more acceptably chastened expression, and he dropped his gaze. Gingerly, he emerged from the car, pausing once to curse before he was finally on his feet. “This thing is a bitch.”

“That’s the idea.” I took my hand off the door. “What did we learn?”

The look he shot me very clearly said That you’re an asshole, but he wisely whispered, “To keep a straight face during meetings.”

“Good. Now let’s go inside and take that thing off you.”

“Yes, please.” He shut the car door. The alarm chirped, and we started into the garage, but he hesitated. “Your ex isn’t home, is she?” He eyed me. “I’m happy to meet her, but maybe not like this.”

I laughed, wrapping my arm around his waist. “She’s out tonight. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re not wearing something like this when you finally meet her.”

“Much appreciated.”

We headed inside.

The previous times we’d been here, we’d both moved fast to get down to the dungeon. After all, why delay the fun? But Rick wasn’t going anywhere quickly.

Especially since we weren’t going to down to the dungeon.

I faced him in the hallway. “So there’s one more thing you have to deal with before I take the cage off.”

His eyebrows pulled together. “Okay?”

I pointed to my left. “You still have to get up the stairs.”

Slowly, he turned toward the stairs. His head fell forward as he mouthed Fuck…

“The sooner you get to the top, the sooner that thing comes off.”

His lips pulled tight, and his brow furrowed with frustration, but he didn’t say a word. He just quietly, stoically started up the steps. Though I had no doubt he wanted to get this over with, he didn’t hurry. Not that he really could. Gingerly, gripping the bannister like it was the only thing keeping him from stumbling and putting himself in a world of hurt.

I stayed behind him. “You’re halfway to the top.”

He paused. Pushed out a breath. Kept going.

At the top, I took his hand and guided him to my bedroom, which was only a few feet away. There, we stopped, and I turned to him.

“Well done.” Smiling, I cupped his face and kissed him. “Most people are begging me to take the cage off long before this point.”

“I didn’t realize that was an option.”

“It’s not. But people beg for it anyway. You did well. How was it?” I trailed a fingertip along the edge of his jaw. “Wearing that all day?”

“Torture,” he ground out. “Fucking uncomfortable as hell.”

“You going to snicker when my boss busts my balls again?”