Aidan is in the storeroom rearranging the exercise weights when Jaden finds him.
"Your two o'clock is here," Jaden calls from the doorway.
Aidan grunts and slides a storage box back into place. Jaden doesn't wait around and is gone by the time Aidan turns around. He's the new kid and knows when the boss is cranky.
Aidan straightens out his shirt and heads out to the reception desk. The last thing he wants to do today is a one-on-one. He can feel how edgy he is. He's been surprised by just how much the cock cage has impacted his mood. He can feel the weight of it hanging off him, and in the back of his mind there's something that he's only just started to figure out. Most cages were plastic, but Rosa had paid the extra and gotten this one; she wanted something more substantial. Was it over-engineering, could it have been a back-handed compliment from his wife that she thought he would need steel to keep his manhood in check? Or was this part of some larger plan she was cooking up? Was she dreaming up some way of repeating this exercise in future weeks, locking him up again until his balls were blue and overflowing, so she could milk him like a fucking bull with that tight little pussy of hers at the goddamn correct point in her cycle?
Standing by the reception is a petite woman in her late thirties. She has mid-length hair, dyed blonde and styled expensively. Her name is Cassidy Hayes and she has the money to upgrade herself from the yoga class twice a week for a personal training session. Her husband is some big shot, Aidan seems to recall, and she's got two kids. She wants her old body back, the one she had when she first met her man, before she gave birth twice. She's no different to twenty other women that come into the gym in that regard. Aidan forces a smile.
"Mrs Hayes," he says, "Ready to go?"
She's got dark brown eyes, like his wife, and about the same height. He suspects that if she ever grew her hair out, it would be brunette. Her expensive exercise-wear shows off a good body and he looks her up and down. He knows she likes this.
"Keeping it up, I see," he says.
She smiles and does a little pose for him; they have a good rapport. She has a yoga mat slung under one arm and a little backpack over her other shoulder to hold her towel, a water bottle and a change of clothes.
"Feeling good," she replies, "Though I've got to be done by three to get the kids from school."
Aidan nods and says, "Rapid burn it is. You ready for some cardio?"
Aidan leads her towards the running machines, but she pulls close to him.
"Actually, I have something else in mind, and I want a straight answer."
They stop in the middle of the floor and he waits for her to elaborate.
"What do you think about my muscle tone?"
"It's excellent, Mrs. Hayes, like I said you're keeping it pretty tight."
She wrinkles her nose and suddenly Aidan remembers. "Uh, sorry. What do you mean, Cass?"
She had previously asked him to not call her Mrs. Hayes, so he'd settled on Cass since her full first name seemed still too formal. She wants to be informal, and with his brooding he'd forgotten. He realises he needs to focus.
"I was thinking," she continues, "Well, more like I was reading about these women that go in for body building."
He can see she's nervous. She's beginning to feel foolish.
"You mean the hard body look?"
"Yeah. I mean, no. Not full hard body, but I... uh."
As she falters, Aidan steps in. "You mean not full sculpted, a little softer?"
She nods. "Maybe I need to pick something more realistic though."
Aidan can see she's confessing something to him. There's a reason she's asking.
"Tell me something Cass. Do you want to look good in the mirror?"
"Yes."
Aidan smiles. "Well, you already do. You know you look hot, right?"
She's a full head shorter than he is. He knows her well enough to know she usually enjoys the flirty banter, the fun of having a connection, but this time as he looks down at her, he can see her expression is pensive. She's opened up to him, vulnerable, and for some reason it calls to something deep within him.
Immediately, he is aware of the cage and his mood starts to darken. He fights it; he likes Cass and if she's getting something off her chest she deserves his full attention.
"Look, the first step is assessing where you're at now. Let's get you in front of the mirrors and take a look."
"I'm probably over-dressed, though, right? Let me just go change real quick."
Before he can respond, she's heading to the change rooms. He can see the nervous energy in her walk. Aidan goes over to the weight rack and begins to pick out a set of dumbbells to train with, trying to distract himself from his own issues, willing himself into a better frame of mind. Cass is one of the good ones, he reminds himself. He always gets along great with her. They can banter; in their sessions he can just relax and enjoy it.
"I'm back."
Aidan turns to see Cass standing behind him in a set of skin-tight shorts and a sports bra. Her body is no match for Rosa's but she's trim, with mid-sized breasts pushed up by the sports bra into a little valley of cleavage. The sight of her body so close to his is absolutely not what he needs right now.
Aidan manages to find his voice. "Okay. Good. Uh, how about we start with biceps? Let's get the blood pumping."
Instantly, he is reminded of his trapped cock, and regrets his choice of words. Cass takes the dumbbells and begins a set of curls facing her reflection in the mirror. Aidan stands behind, his hands on her upper arms. He can feel her muscles moving under the skin; he can also feel the pressure beginning to build between his legs. It was a self-reinforcing cycle: once he was conscious of his trapped erection it begins to swell, which makes him more conscious of it. He glances down at himself briefly in the mirror and can see the unnatural bulge in his shorts. Then Cass glances down too. It looks so obvious: surely she can see it as well?
They move on to the weight bench and Cass lies down. Aidan stands over her head, spotting the weight bar as she begins a set of repetitions. He's watching her pectorals flexing, but realises to his embarrassment that it looks like he's just staring at her breasts.
"Good muscle tone in the upper chest," he comments, "Let's see you do another ten."
Too late, he realises that his crotch is on full display above her upturned face. From below, the bulge of the cage must be obvious. The only mercy is that he's now fully compressed, his raging erection stifled by the steel bars rather than making a tent pole in his shorts. He needs to move along.
"Okay, let's move on to lower body, maybe do some leg presses and check out those quads."
When Cass is sitting on the leg press, pumping the foot panel back and forth, she turns to Aidan.
"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
Aidan's eyes are on her thigh muscles, but her replies, "Sure."
"Is it very uncomfortable?"
Startled, Aidan blinks and shifts his gaze up to Cass's face.
"Uh, is what uncomfortable?"
Cass nods at his crotch, still pushing the weights and puffing out quick breaths.
"What you're wearing down there."
His mouth opens but no words come out. A wave of humiliation sweeps over him.
"It's okay," Cass continues, "I've seen them before."
"You have?" Aidan stammers. His mind is racing.
"When did you start with the cage?"
Aidan looks into her soft brown eyes, but only sees compassion. She's being matter-of-fact about his cage in the same way that he's been discussing her body throughout the session.
"I'm a relationship therapist," she confesses, "I've come across a wide range of behaviours."
ass stops pumping the weights and belated Aidan realises she's done her set and is waiting for his instructions. Aidan recovers his presence of mind, leading her towards the next station.
They spend the last half hour in relative silence as Aidan assesses her body and begins to work up a strength training plan. The hour finishes and Aidan is standing in front of the women's changing rooms talking her through it. Before he can close, she puts a hand on his arm.
"Aidan," she begins, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. It's just that it looks like it's bothering you. I wanted to maybe help. I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"It's okay. Don't worry about it."
Cass holds eye contact and he can see she's got more to say, but he needs to head her off. He switches tack.
"And what about you?" he asks, "Body sculpting is a long, hard road. To get that kind of definition takes a lot of work. Why do you want to do it?"
Cass lifts her chin and he sees defiance in her eyes.
"My husband's cheating on me."
She lets the silence lengthen.
"It's stupid and irrational, but I've seen the girl he's fucking. I want to have a hotter body than she does."
"That's a little messed up."
"Don't I know it. I'm not practicing what I preach, that's for sure."
Cass gives him a lopsided smile, but he can see the hurt behind it.
"I'm sorry he's cheating on you. He's a fool."
Cass doesn't reply, but her smile fades away. Aidan gets the merest glimpse of what it must be like to build your life around a person and then see them choose someone else. He puts his hands on her delicate shoulders.
"I tell you what Cass, I'm gonna help you get that body. You're going to look smoking hot. We're going to make him reassess his life choices."
She smiles and Aidan feels his mood lift. "Sounds like a plan," she says.
See you on Wednesday."
"Yeah, uh," she replies, hesitating, "Thank you, Aidan. It means the world to me, it really does."
She straightens, tucking her hair behind her ear, and he watches her vulnerability evaporate. In a few moments she's her smart, sassy self again.
"And in return," says Cass, cocking her head to one side, "You know you can talk if you need to. Whatever's going on, sometimes just having someone to listen can make the world of difference."
With that, she turns and heads into the changing rooms. Aidan watches her go, his eyes following the way she moves, the way her bottom wiggles in the tight exercise shorts, confident and in control once again. Despite himself, he begins to imagine her body toned up after a sculpting programme. She could give Rosa a run for her money, Aidan concedes, but then the cock cage impinges on his awareness again.
---
After dinner, they retire to the couch. Rosa can see that Aidan is withdrawn; they hardly spoke during the meal. He sits down next to her, a glass of water in his hand. That's all they drink these days, with alcohol off the menu, but tonight she could really do with a drink. It would be great for just one night to let it rip and have fun, to drink too much, to maybe do some other stuff, and to come back and dive under the covers and breed like rabbits. The guilt sets in.
Aidan complained about the lifestyle changes in the beginning, but has now come to accept them as part of the deal. As she sits next to him, her mind drifts to the cock cage. She's forcing him to accept all sorts of things in the name of fertility. Then the thoughts swirl in her head again, the understanding that everything he's sacrificing for her, like the drinking, the going out and now the caging of his manhood, isn't going to fix the problem: the tests showed that he's fine. It's her body that's defective. A little dark part of her knows that she's playing these games because she's having to pay the price, that she resents the way Aidan gets away without consequences. It's excruciatingly unfair, and there's nothing she can do to change it. Rosa has always prided herself on the way she's tackled life head-on. Whenever she comes up against an obstacle, she always just pushes through to the other side but this fight is different: now, she's fighting against the fundamental limits of her own biology, and her ody isn't playing fair.
Aidan is flicking throuh the shows, distractedly.
"For a Saturday night, you think they'd have something on worth watching."
"We could see what's good to stream?" Rosa suggests.
"We've seen everything."
She can see how irritated he is. She's beginning to regret the stupid bet; they could just go straight to bed and she could make him feel a lot better. Then it hits her again, the need to save it all up, keep to the schedule. It would feel so good to have him inside her tonight, to feel that connection, but it's an itch she can't scratch. She realises that Aidan is not the only one wrestling with cages.
"How about something else?" she says.
"Such as?"
"Porn."
"Oh, wow. As in we sit here and uh... watch porn?"
Rosa regrets her suggestion instantly and begins to back-peddle. "Yeah, maybe not."
"What kind of porn?"
"I dunno. It was just an idea."
Aidan hits mute on the remote and in the silence, she can see he's mulling it over.
"This isn't you torturing me again, is it?"
"Why would you think that?"
"Getting me rock hard and not letting me out. Are you doing this to make me suffer?"
Rosa shrugs.
"Rosa, you don't watch porn."
"Do you?"
Now Aidan is the one looking uncomfortable. Rosa tries to smooth things over.
"I have to confess, maybe a bit," she says, "Like you."
Aidan frowns, then throws his hands up.
"Okay," he says, "Let me see. Do you want to watch on the laptop or on TV?"
"Uh, TV, if you can."
"Sure."
Rosa is amazed at how easily her husband has taken the suggestion, as if it wasn't out of place in their usual routine. She frowns to herself; it's fair to say that nothing would be out of place in their usually routine, lately. Aidan gets up and starts fiddling with the TV and eventually manages to bring up a porn site on the big screen.
"So, Rosa, what do you want to watch?"
They spend the next hour surfing videos together. Part of her feels weird about sitting on the couch with Aidan watching men and women fucking in front of them. She's watched porn before, but always in secret and certainly never with her husband. At the beginning she keeps sneaking sideways glances at his face, watching his reactions, seeing how enthralled his is, but after a while she finds herself similarly hooked on the scenes playing out in front of them.
They start out with vanilla man-and-woman but this soon turns into scenes of pretty blondes on their knees taking huge partners into the mouths and down their throats. The men seem to last forever, rearranging their partners on the bed, changing positions and then ramming themselves into the eager orifices presented to them. Often, they finish on the girl's face or breasts and Rosa feels a twinge of disgust as the girl licks up the milky reside from her fingers. Her hand has strayed into Aidan's lap and she can feel the cage under his clothing, held rigidly in place by his constrained erection. The action on screen is making him hard.
Rosa shifts in her seat and feels moisture between her own legs, but it's not so much the actions of the people on screen as it is imagining herself in some of those situations, with Aidan's rigid cock in her hand to play with. Going down on her knees submissively to give him head is that last thing she would ever do, but she's beginning to see why it appeals to Aidan, why he's so hard under her hand. The idea of just being a plaything, of giving in and permitting herself to be used for his pleasure, twists her guts in an unexpected way. She's caught part way between revulsion and arousal at the thought of it.
"Do you want me like that?"
Aidan's attention shifts to her. "Why, is this giving you ideas?" he replies.
"Maybe it could. Or maybe I'm just horny now."
Aidan pulls her into his lap and slides a hand into her underwear. She feels his fingers exploring her slit and she knows that he's discovered her moisture. She feels a finger begin to trace around her pussy lips in slow circles.
"Well then, I think we need to keep watching," Aidan murmurs into her ear, "Tell me if you like something you see."
Rosa doesn't resist as he continues to masturbate her slowly, all the white flicking through the videos on the screen. Under his navigation, they begin to venture further into the more obscure content. She watches a woman being spanked, then two women fucking each other with strap-ons, their bodies sealed into shiny black latex bodysuits. They watch an older man in jeans and a black t-shirt carefully wrap a young girl in bright red rope until she is completely immobile and suspended in mid-air, writhing helplessly with sexual frustration and moaning into a ball gag. Rosa watches him pull the gag out of her mouth and replace it with his own rigid cock, forcing her to swallow when he ejaculates down her throat.
All the while, Aidan's unhurried fingers are working away between her legs. She can feel her juices leaking onto his hand, saturating her underwear. He's choosing the videos now, showing her scene after scene of women being brought to the point of ecstasy while his fingers circle her clit and dip into her entrance.
"Let me drive," Rosa murmurs.
Rosa begins to choose, unencumbered now by feelings of awkwardness or remorse as her own arousal begins to build. Aidan is working away steadily inside her now, happy to let her choose her own path. She watches a woman being spit-roasted by two large men, gagging on one cock even as the other slams hard into her pussy. She watches them pick her up like a ragdoll, sitting her in one lap with a cock buried deep in her pussy while the other man enters her rear. Rosa has never seen anyone double-penetrated before and, unbidden, she begins to imagine what the woman is feeling, how it would be to have two cocks plunging into her at once. All the while, her husband's tireless fingers work on her clit to bring her closer to her release.
Rosa clicks through to another video, feeling Aidan bringing her to the edge, waiting for the right moment to tip her over. He's playing with her now, she realises, making her desperate to climax. The video shows a woman strapped to a board, powerless to move as her lover begins to pound himself into her. She clicks to the next: two women making love to a blindfolded man. Rosa begins to groan.
The next video starts with promos for other shows and in frustration she jumps forward into the middle of it. She sees a close up of a woman's body spread wide on a bed, a man leaning over her with his cock poised at her pussy lips. Behind, she can see another man, kneeling on the carpet, hands on top of his head. Rosa feels herself begin to reach her peak. The camera angle shifts to show the kneeling man full-frontal, his cock straining against a cage, and she is suddenly conscious of how her own fingers are resting on her husband's rigid steel cage. Rosa can see the wedding ring on the kneeling man's hand and she realises that the woman is filming the scene herself, her left hand reaching into frame to steer the monster cock of the man who isn't her husband into her, the wedding ring flashing on her finger.
The camera work is shaky and it hits her with a jolt that the woman is filming herself being fucked by a stranger while she's forced her husband to kneel on the carpet, caged and impotent. She can see the lust and humiliation on his face as his wife makes him watch a stranger's cock give her pleasure even as she's denying him any access to touch his own. The cruelty of it, the unfairness twists something inside and Rosa's orgasm hits hard, sending her over the edge into ecstasy.
Later, curled up together in bed, they are naked and only covered by a single sheet. She can feel the heat of his body, knows that he's still painfully erect. She kisses his neck.
"Are you going to be able to get to sleep like that?" she asks, softly.
"Eventually," he groans.
"I'm going to make sure it's worth it when I let you out."
"As you keep saying."
Rosa plants another little kiss.
"Thank you for tonight. I had fun."
"I know, I heard."
"I'm sorry you didn't get to have any."
Aidan grunts. "I could have. You just had to unlock me."
"Oh babe, but what's the use in that? You need to stay locked up all weekend, remember."
When he doesn't respond, she kisses his neck again. Her hand slips around his waist to grip his cage, conscious of the unencumbered space between her own legs, his imprisonment versus her freedom.
"Am I making it too hard for you?"
"Don't ask fucking stupid questions."
Rosa knows she shouldn't do it but she can't help herself, as she strokes the metal cage, feeling her thumb brushing against the swollen flesh of his manhood bulging between the bars. She kisses his neck again and feels him squirm.
"Looks like you're very stiff in that little cage. I hope it's not too much for you."
"If it was, would you let me out?"
"No. I'm kinda getting used to seeing you all packaged up like this."
---
Aidan becomes aware of an uncomfortable pressure stirring him from sleep. He rolls over onto his front, thinking he'll alleviate it but instead is greeted with a spike of pain. His eyes flicker open and he rolls quickly onto his back again.
"Morning babe," Rosa says, close to his ear. He turns to see her beautiful face, smiling at him.
Realisation creeps back. Same as yesterday: his morning wood compressed and denied by the metal cage. Fuck.
"How long you been awake?" he asks.
"Oh, about twenty minutes."
"And you've just been lying there watching me?"
"Uh huh. Well, watching bits of you."
It's warm and they only have a single sheet on the bed. He can feel the folds of the cotton against his naked skin. Rosa is naked too, lying on her side with her head propped up on one arm, her long dark hair cascading in an untidy tangle onto the white linen. The sheet is pulled up just above her breasts; she looks gorgeous, which isn't helping. Trapped in the cage, compressed, all he can think about is the softness of her skin and what it would feel like to roll on top of her and slowly dip his manhood into her silky, waiting entrance. Aidan grinds his teeth together.
Rosa's hand is resting softly on the white fabric between them. He watches her reach out to pat the hard mound hidden under the sheet between his legs.
"I was watching the little hill rise up in the sheets," she confesses, breezily, "I knew it'd wake you up at some point."
Aidan groans in frustration. "Rosa, this has been fun and all, but let's put the bet aside for once. You have to let me out."
She grins impishly, and replies, "Then let's get you out."
Aidan stares at her for a second, trying to read the intentions behind her cute little smile. He's losing the fight to control his cock: she looks so sexy, and she's dangling the prospect of release. He's completely filling the cage now. Rosa swings off the bed.
"C'mon," she calls over her shoulder. Aidan is treated to a view of her perfect body: naked, enticing.
Puzzled, Aidan follows her out of the bedroom. It's possible that she's done the calculations again and decided that during the day on Sunday was the right time and they shouldn't wait until the night. Aidan's cock becomes painfully engorged in its confines at the idea of being put to immediate use.
Rosa leads him into the bathroom and turns the shower on. Without a word, she pulls him into the little cubicle and stands on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips. He can feel her hands travelling over her body.
"Wash me first?" she asks.
He notices that she steps out of the stream of water, skin glistening, and waits for him to begin to apply the bodywash to her skin. Aidan works diligently, working his way down her neck, to her shoulders and then down her arms, just the way that he knows she likes it. When that's done, she folds her arms behind her back, which forces her breasts out, ready for his attention. She hasn't touched his cock cage yet, though.
Aidan applies the soap to her pert, firm breasts, working the rich lather over her golden skin. He takes his time, even though he can feel himself straining in his captivity. He wants this to be right. Rosa is making killer eye contact. He knows she wants to be fucked.
Aidan runs his soapy hands down to her waist, beginning to soap her thighs but steering clear of her crotch. He kneels down in the shower and rubs the soft bubbles into her flesh, working his way down each of her legs, feeling the well-defined muscles under her skin. His hands drift up her inner thighs and he begins to work the soap around her pussy, but still not touching it. He's teasing her.
Aidan brings his lips close to Rosa's pussy and stops. He can see that her breathing is faster now, and he can smell the scent of her arousal. Aidan kisses her pussy lips and stands up.
"Turn around, let's do your back."
Rosa hesitates for a moment, about to say something, but Aidan just smiles and waits patiently. Aidan's eyes travel down his wife's body, slick and white with soap foam. He can't wait to be free and bury his uncaged member deep inside her. Rosa turns and presents her back for washing.
Aidan smooths more bodywash over her shoulder blades, leaning close so he can breathe into her ear.
"You enjoying this?"
"Uh... yes."
"Am I getting you all hot?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"More to come."
Aidan runs his hands down his wife's back, massaging bodywash into the perfect orbs of her buttocks. Her hands are still clasped behind her and now she reaches backwards until she makes contact with his cage. He feels her cup his balls with one hand and begin to run the fingers of her other hand over the steel bars. She's tugging gently, toying with his manhood and keeping him painfully aroused.
Rosa spins around to face him, close enough to kiss, and leans in to rub her shining, frictionless body against him. She wraps her arms around his neck and begins to grind her crotch against the cock cage, sending little spasms of discomfort when she pushes his trapped shaft back into his groin. Her lips find his and she slides her tongue into his mouth.
Rosa continues to grind, rubbing her swollen clit over the steel bars. Her breathing becomes quicker and with a growing sense of anguish, Aidan realises what she's doing.
"What about me?" he pleads.
Rosa is lost in the sensation now, her soapy, naked body sliding against his, her pussy rubbing against his cock cage with increasing urgency.
"Aren't you going to release me?"
Rosa gasps and Aidan knows she's close. He can feel the heat of her pussy, the moisture of her slit, through the bars of his cage as she rubs herself against the metal frame.
"I will, I promise. Just let... ooh... fuck... let me finish. Uhnn."
Rosa's motion is forceful now as she takes her pleasure from his caged manhood, brushing herself against him in long, urgent strokes. A groan rips from her throat and he feels her nails dig into his back as she orgasms powerfully.
"Now me? Please babe. C'mon. Please."
Aidan knows he sounds like a little kid, but he's desperate. Having just watched his own wife pleasure herself on the little cage locked around his manhood, he needs release more than he's ever needed anything.
Rosa holds herself against her husband for a few moments longer. She smooths back her long, dark hair and looks up at his wide eyes.
"That sounded a lot like begging, honey."
Aidan is past the point of playing games.
"Yes. Fuck. Yes. I need to come out. Please, just fucking unlock me!"
Rosa looks at him strangely, but she doesn't share her thoughts. Instead, she says, "Let me rinse off and get the key."
She steps into the water, letting the soap suds cascade down her perfect body. One of her hands passes between her legs, diverting the stream over her reddened and swollen labia. With her other hand, she reaches out to Aidan's cage.
"You're leaking," she says.
Aidan looks down to see a steady trickle of precum emanating from the tip of his caged manhood. Rosa steps out of the shower and wraps herself in a towel.
"Stay right here," she calls as she heads back into the bedroom.
Aidan stands under the shower, mind still reeling. The pressure in his crotch is unbearable. Rosa is gone for a few minutes so he soaps himself while he waits, trying to relieve the tension in his cock. When she returns, she's holding a tiny key in her fingers. Shedding the towel, she steps back into the shower cubicle and pushes Aidan backwards until he's standing directly under the water.
He watches her kneel down in front of him. Her hands move agonisingly slowly to the cage, holding it in place while she works the tiny key into its hole. There is a click and he feels the pressure release.
"Better?" she purrs.
"Oh babe, you have no idea. I... wow. I have never felt so good."
Rosa reaches up for the bodywash and dollops a little into the palm of her hand. The base ring is still snugly around his shaft and balls; his cock is expanding to its full size at last, and there's no way she'd be able to slide the ring off with him fully erect.
"Oh lover, I don't think I've ever seen you this big," Rosa says as she begins to work the bodywash over his rock-hard member. Her hands move slowly and carefully, peeling back his skin and rubbing the suds into every crevice. The feeling of her hands on his cock is exquisite and he can feel an orgasm already building, just from being stroked by her fingers.
He hears Rosa murmur, "Looks like you're getting ready to pop."
Aidan's eyes are closed tightly, all his focus on the building tension in his groin, the closeness of his climax. He's waiting for Rosa to stand so he can slide into her, fill her with his aching balls. He knows she can see how close he is.
The blast of freezing cold water hits him like a hammer blow. He cries out in shock.
"Fuck! Fuck! What?"
Aidan's eyes snap open and he sees his wife, still kneeling between his legs, one hand still wrapped around his shaft. But in the other hand is the cock cage. She's holding his cock steady in the middle of the icy torrent.
"Rosa! No! Wait!"
Rosa slips the cage over the head of his cock but he's still too large. Her other hand grips the steel base ring and she begins to apply steady pressure, bringing the two parts gradually together, squeezing down his erection.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"You needed release for washing. Job done."
"No, I needed releasing to fuck you. Sooo bad. Please, wait. Rosa, stop!"
The pressure on his shaft combined with the icy water is having its intended effect and he feels himself softening. His hands grasp her wrists.
Rosa looks up, coolly, one eyebrow cocked. "Don't," she says. "Remember the terms."
Aidan hesitates, and it's all Rosa needs. With one last push she brings the two parts together with a loud click. She wiggles the cage to check and then stands up.
"There," she says, "All clean and ready."
Aidan can only stare at her angrily. "Ready for what?"
She brings one hand up to his face, holding his cheek softly.
"Tonight, remember? On the stroke of midnight your little pumpkin turns back into a prince."
As she steps out of the shower and wraps herself back up in the towel, Aidan calls out to her, "You didn't have to do that."
Rosa pauses in the doorway.
"I did, because you didn't believe me when I told you I could make you beg."
---
Rosa is replaying the shower scene in her head while she makes breakfast. She remembers his manhood, engorged and purple as she pressed it back into the cage, how he'd pleaded with her to relent. She remembers his hands wrapped around her wrists, squeezing, feeling his strength, and yet he had surrendered when she told him to stop. Each time she relives the scene, it's the anguish in Aidan's eyes when the cage clicks home that gets to her, the feeling of power she got from taking her own climax and then watching his face as she denied him his.
She can feel her heat building and realises that she's now just teasing herself. She focuses on the eggs and bacon sizzling in the frying pan. She's almost done but there's still no sign of Aidan.
"Hon," she calls out, "Breakfast's ready."
Sunday is their special day together, the only day of the week when they both have time off from the gym. It's their opportunity to bond and do something fun together away from the pressures of work. Aidan still hasn't appeared. Rosa slides the food onto two plates and puts them onto the table. She waits another minute and then decides to go and find him.
Aidan is sitting naked on the bed, towel around his ankles, with his head in his hands. She leans against the doorframe.
"Hey babe, breakfast's ready."
Aidan doesn't respond. She can see the corded muscles of his forearms tensing.
She tries again. "What's up?"
"You know what's up. You said I was going to get a release."
"I don't understand. That's what you got."
"How about you stop playing the fucking games. I know you think you're so clever with all those rules, but you're just pissing me off now. You knew exactly what I was asking. It was plain as day."
Rosa sits down on the bed next to him. She can see how angry he is, so she takes a moment to compose her thoughts.
"And you know that it needs to be tonight. That's the timing. Doing it now, well, we're nearly a full day too early and then all the hormone injections are just wasted."
Aidan's head sinks lower, and when he speaks, it's in a low, rumbling tone. "I feel like cattle, I feel like I'm just sitting around, waiting to be bred."
"And how do you think I feel?" Rosa replies, an edge in her voice.
Aidan is not to be put off, though, and he continues, "What you did in the shower wasn't anything to do with tonight, or with the bet. It was just cruel."
She can see that her husband is feeling sorry for himself, and part of her wants to console him. The other part of her knows she has to use the long needle in half an hour and the special trigger hormones, all of which hasn't even crossed his mind to ask about. A little tease isn't even in the same league, she thinks bitterly.
"I tell you what, Aidan," she says, matter-of-factly, "If you don't like the games, then don't play. Just say the damn words. I'll unlock you right here and right now, and we can fuck tonight as planned. Anything to stop your goddamn long face."
She gets up from the bed quickly and heads for the door. At the entrance, she stops.
"I know for sure that if the bet had gone the other way, you'd have me laid out on that bed right now with any number of those toys buzzing away. You know what I'd have done? I would have sucked it up, because I know it's what I agreed to. Now come and get some breakfast. We're supposed to be at my mother's at ten."
Rosa strides into the kitchen and flops noisily into a chair. She begins to eat. A few minutes later, Aidan appears, dressed in loose sweatpants that hide the shape of the cage, and a plain t-shirt. He slides into a chair silently and starts to cut up his bacon.
After a few mouthfuls, he says, "I don't feel like going to your mother's today. I'm not gonna be good at the happy families shit."
For some reason, this makes Rosa livid. She breathes slowly, trying to keep her tone level.
"Well, the alternative is that we stay here and I tease you right up until midnight, as per the bet."
"What?"
"I'm giving you a choice. I can't tease you while we're with her so we can go there and you get a break from all the stuff you're so clearly are having a problem with."
Rosa stuffs a forkful of egg into her mouth and chews.
"Or we stay here and I tease that fucking mood right out of you, all day, until you have difficulty even remembering your own name. And you know I can do it too. You know what I did to you in the shower. Your call."
"Fine. We go. You get what you want," Aidan says and gets up from the table. His plate is barely touched.
"I made that for you," Rosa says, coldly, indicating his plate with her fork.
"You have it then. I've lost my appetite."
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They stay for lunch, which turns into an afternoon of Aidan repairing his mother-in-law's garden shed. Rosa watches him working in the back garden in the pleasant sunshine. He's really putting the effort in and there's a thin sheen of sweat on his skin.
"Here," her mother says, and offers her a mug of tea.
"Thanks."
"How's it going with you two?"
Rosa stares down at the swirling, steaming liquid. Of course this would come up. Her mother always had questions.
"It's going okay, I think."
"But you, how are you going?"
It's the sequence of simple questions that she knows are building up to the one her mother really wants to ask. Rosa's in no mood and wants to just cut to the chase.
"I feel like a pin cushion," Rosa confesses.
"And how are you going with the hormones? Mood swings?"
The question takes Rosa by surprise. It's not something she'd considered, that the injections were having such a major impact on her moods. She's staring out the window at her husband, beginning to wonder if she's been too harsh after all.
"Yeah. I'm trying, but it's hard sometimes."
Rosa feels a warm, safe emotion as her mother's arms wrap around her, the muscle-memory of comfort from when she was a little girl.
"Why don't you take a drink out to him? You can stay for dinner if you like."
Rosa folds her arms over her mother's warm hands, hugging her back.
"Thank you," she says.
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Rosa lets Aidan drive them home in the dark. It takes nearly an hour to get back to their side of town; they should be home by ten. Close enough, she thinks to herself: she knows that Aidan's at the end of his tether, that she's pushed him too far. Maybe it was the hormones after all, or maybe it was something darker. Perhaps it was anger. She doesn't want to admit the other possible explanation for why she'd tortured him in the shower: that deep down she'd enjoyed it.
Her hand is resting on his thigh, her little finger nudging the cage under his sweatpants as they hit bumps in the road. She feels emotionally drained, but she can't say if it's the massive argument from this morning, the trigger hormone she injected earlier, the tiredness, or whatever. Aidan isn't talking, still, and the silent treatment's also weighing her down. The retort that he would have acted the same if he'd won begins to sound thin because she's beginning not to believe it herself. Now, all she wants is to just get it over, to do the deed and tick the box, and then wait to see if she still gets her period, or if a miracle happens instead.
They pull up at their apartment block and trudge upstairs without saying a word. Aidan closes the front door and Rosa becomes aware of the profound silence in the apartment. She watches him pull the t-shirt up over his head, then reach down and untie the waist of his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He kicks his shoes off and steps out of the jumble of clothing to stand before her in their hallway, completely naked, the cock cage gleaming as it hangs between his legs. His face is set, unreadable. He doesn't take his eyes off her; his intention is clear but this time he isn't going to beg.
Rosa is unsure of what to do. She stares at him, taking in his broad shoulders and sharply defined chest. There is something primal about the way he looks, the way he's standing: chin up, fists clenched. Something in her core responds, a basic animal reflex. There are no words spoken but she knows without a doubt that Aidan is going to breed with her.
Suddenly, Aidan is in motion, eyes hard and narrow, crossing the distance to her in two steps. His hands seize her t-shirt and wrench it up over her head, revealing her bra and bare midriff. Aidan's hands slide behind her back, working on the clasp but it doesn't yield. She sees the muscles in Aidan's forearms bunch and he tears the bra apart in one single, powerful motion, leaving her topless and breathless.
She's wearing a light summer skirt, but he makes short work of it, popping the button and ripping the zip with a powerful tug. Rosa is now naked except for her little lace panties. The bra has already been destroyed by her man, and she feels his fingers dig under the fabric and tear her panties away savagely from her body. Aidan places his large, strong hands on each of her buttocks and she feels herself lifted clear of the ground.
Rosa wraps her arms around Aidan's neck and is carried through to the bedroom. Aidan deposits her on the bed.
"You know where the key is, right?" Aidan growls. It's the first time he's spoken in an hour.
"Yes."
"Get it."
She can see that he's not playing games, but this isn't like the rape fantasy, this is real: behind his eyes, she can see a simmering rage and a deep, abiding lust. Her body responds: her cheeks flush as she feels heat building inside her, making her slick, shortening her breath.
Rosa takes a few seconds to locate the key, wriggling across the bed to her bedside drawer. She holds it up in front of her, like it's a magical token to ward off demons.
"Let's go," Aidan growls.
He's towering powerfully over her now, and she is instinctively aware that her body is no match for his strength. Rosa fits the key into the cage's lock, fumbling with it. She can see Aidan's cock is straining through the bars. The key doesn't seem to fit, and she fumbles with it again.
"No more games, Rosa."
"I'm not, I swear. Just hold still."
There is a click and she feels the cage come loose in her hand. Aidan seizes it and flings it hard against the wall. It ricochets and then clatters loudly across the floor. His manhood, unencumbered, swells before her eyes. He's fully erect within seconds, engorged and purple-tipped. Aidan's hands press down on her shoulders and she feels his full bodyweight pinning her to the bed. She can't move, but as she looks up into her husband's pale blue eyes, she knows she isn't going to struggle. The injections, the cycles, the doctors, the games, they have all been leading up to this moment. When he plunges into her, burying himself deep inside and moaning with pleasure, she feels bliss.
Aidan pounds into her relentlessly. There is no foreplay, there are no tender words, just the feeling of his girth filling her more completely than she can ever recall. Each thrust calls out a response deep within her and she begins to moan in synchrony with his movements. Her hands reach up to his face as she stares into those relentless, unyielding eyes.
Aidan snatches her hands away, grabbing them in his and using one hand to pin both of hers behind her head. She can't move, can't change position; her only allowance is to be able to move her hips to meet his thrusts and modify the angle so that he can sink himself completely into her.
Aidan is panting now, and she feels the tension in her vaginal walls as she builds to orgasm. He doesn't relent even as she feels the first wave sweep over her, feels her pussy clench around him. But Aidan doesn't come; his rhythm becomes faster, deeper, harder. She looks up at him, seeing the lust in his face as he grits his teeth, primal, unreasoning. Within moments, she feels another wave begin to build but Aidan's still not done. Beads of sweat are standing out on his skin and she feels the slick wetness of their crotches, mingling her juices and his sweat together. It sparks another orgasm within her.
Aidan doesn't stop, and this time the feeling of being filled by him, of her pussy gripping him of its own accord, of the stifling heat between them, pushes Rosa into a different space. She is overwhelmed.
"Please," a voice moans, "Please, I can't... I can't take... I...."
She realises it's her.
Aidan's body locks solid, slamming down onto hers and forcing the air out of her lungs as he thrusts deeply into her. She can feel pulse after pulse as his cock throbs. Her body responds in kind, wave after wave rippling through her, her pussy contracting instinctively to milk his rigid cock inside her.
Finally, he relents and she draws in a ragged lungful of air as he lifts his weight off her. She finds herself looking into his eyes, searching. He's staring down at her, eyes still flashing with anger.
"And that's how babies are made," he whispers.
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"Do you still love me, after all that?" she asks.
The question comes at Aidan from out of the blue and her expression is guarded, unsure. She knows she's crossed the line and it has been eating her away inside, needing to work up the courage to ask the question, afraid of the answer as she remembers the look on his face. Aidan slides an arm under her neck, drawing her closer. His face is serious, like he has something he wants to tell her, and she feels the flutter of nerves in her belly. Those pale blue eyes are searching hers.
"Of course I love you," he replies, eventually.
In response, the tension in Rosa's body ebbs and she curls into him, burying her head against his neck. She can smell his scent, the sweat of their lovemaking still fresh on his skin. She kisses him delicately and closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of his body next to hers.
Rosa knows that he loves her, and she loves him too, but there's still that nagging, hollow feeling when she remembers the look on his face at times over the weekend, or the way the feeling of power coursed through her in the shower as she had her husband entirely at her mercy, begging. What if it wasn't the hormones, what if the games were changing them? What if they weren't injecting oxygen into their relationship, but the opposite?
They still loved each other, of course, but she could feel that things were no longer the same as when they had started out. Were they still okay? Or were they set on a road to a place where love was no longer enough?
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[Next chapter: The outcome of a game of chess leaves Rosa bound and helpless and Aidan free to even the score. Will Rosa be able to resist what her husband has planned for her body?
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