Alexander Voss’s POV
I leave them in the cage for exactly forty-three minutes.
Long enough for the ache to settle deep in their bones. Long enough for my c*m to dry sticky on their skin and leak slowly from their abused holes. Long enough for the city lights to shift across the bedroom floor while they huddle together on the thin mat, plugged again—bigger ones this time, thick steel with heavy bases that force their asses to stay stretched wide.
I know they’re listening for my footsteps. I know every creak of the penthouse makes their cunts clench around nothing.
When I finally return, I’m n***d. c**k already half-hard just from thinking about what comes next.
I unlock the cage door with deliberate slowness. The metallic click echoes.
“Crawl out.”
They do. On hands and knees, heads
