Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Once he finished, his fingers gently caught my chin, lifting it just enough to meet his gaze. “Shower. Thoroughly. Then wait for me right here.”

I swallowed hard, the command catching in my throat, but I nodded obediently. “Yes, Sir.”

For the first time that day, the fragile illusion of calm shattered completely.

“Lie down,” he instructed, his voice low and steady—not harsh, but with a tone that sent a flutter of nerves twisting through my stomach.

With my heart pounding wildly, I climbed onto the bed and eased myself onto the sheets. My palms were slick with sweat, and my throat felt parched and tight.

“Open your legs.”

Fuck.

I fought to keep my breathing even as he moved to the drawer and pulled out a small black box. My anxiety spiked instantly. The box wasn’t large, but the way his fingers lingered over it made my chest constrict painfully. He placed it beside me, the letters CB gleaming faintly on the lid.

When he flipped it open, my heart slammed against my ribs. No way…

Inside lay exactly what I feared: a plastic device, molded for one purpose, with a ring at its base. A cage.

“I hope you won’t resist this,” he said quietly.

Panic shot through me like electricity. “No, Sir,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely recognizable even to myself.

His hand closed around the base of my cock, warm and firm, guiding me carefully into the cage. The process was awkward, twisting and adjusting in ways that made me want to disappear beneath the covers and hide forever. When he finally locked the ring at the base, trapping my balls between the ring and cage, I bit the inside of my cheek hard to keep silent.

Click.

The tiny padlock snapped shut with finality. My cock was locked away in plastic, caged like some cruel medieval contraption.

I stared up at the ceiling, forcing myself to breathe through my nose. The pressure was strange and uncomfortable, every nerve screaming humiliation.

“Good boy.” His hand slid into my hair, firm yet comforting, anchoring me.

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But moving around—fuck—it was awkward as hell. Walking with this thing on was going to be a nightmare. The weight, the pressure—it made my groin feel like it was screaming for attention in the worst possible way. Every nerve ending was painfully aware.

He smirked at my clumsy shuffle and tapped the cage lightly with a knuckle, deliberate but soft. “Remember, this isn’t punishment. This is me protecting what’s mine. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice cracked, but I meant every word.

“Good. Now go clean up. Presentation matters.”

His words landed heavily as I stood, the cage rubbing against me with every step, my skin prickling in protest. I reminded myself again and again: this wasn’t about pain. It wasn’t about Hale. It was about him. Sir.

And I’d rather bear this weight than ever feel someone else’s hands on me again.