You move like something meant to be chased.”I clenched my jaw.He tapped one finger against the cage. Gay sex I fought the reflex to hold my breath. Truthfully. I’m shaping you.And I wanted to be shaped.I didn’t know what that meant yet. My sides. The air in the room clung to my skin like judgment, thick and unmoving. Slowly.”The lotion clung to the skin differently here—softer, more sensitive. “Nothing hidden. Bending forward slightly, I worked the soap between my thighs, over the tender skin behind them, and around the base of the cage.I could hear him shift slightly, the rustle of his shirt, the slow exhale of breath. More on your fingers. There is no privacy.”I nodded, shame prickling beneath the skin. I was alone in the cage now—enclosed, confined, caged.My thoughts flickered wildly in the silence he left behind. I rubbed it in with long, steady motions, and when I reached behind, his voice stopped me.“Careful.”I froze.“Go lightly over the marks. My shoulders again, in case I missed something.Sean watched each motion like it mattered.When I reached my thighs, he spoke again.“Lift your leg.
