Locktober Day 8: Ruined & Controlled

I woke up slowly, the memories of last night flooding my mind. The sheer dominance I had felt while fucking Brax with my strap-on, his submission, and the raw energy between us—it all came rushing back in a heated wave. I bit my lip, sliding my hand between my legs, my fingertips gently teasing over my swollen pussy. The bruises from two nights ago still tingled under my touch, a reminder of how hard Brax had worked for me.

The ache stirred something deep inside, and I felt myself growing wet, remembering how far I had pushed him.

I had never been that forceful before. It was thrilling. I wanted to feel that power again—but, at the same time, I just wanted him.

Locktober wasn’t just hard on Brax; I was starting to feel it too. What he gave me was incredible, but I still craved his bare cock inside me.

I rolled over to look at him. He was still wrapped up in sleep, his face soft, peaceful. A smile crept across his lips as his eyes fluttered open and he buried his head deeper into the pillow. Clearly, he was still riding the wave of bliss from last night.

God, I loved this feeling. But at the same time, the desire to unlock him and take what I wanted burned deep in me. Maybe later, I thought.

His hand crept over, slipping between my legs, followed by his head, as if instinctively knowing what I needed. Without a word, I let him. His lips and tongue worked their magic, and I laid back, surrendering completely as he brought me to a soft, shuddering orgasm. I pulled him up, kissing his forehead, my hands gently brushing over his caged cock as it pulsed against my hip. I rubbed his balls with my fingers, swirling his leaking precum around the tip of his cage.

He groaned, half in pleasure, half in frustration, before finally pulling himself away. He slid out of bed, adjusting his cage as he went, trying to relieve the pressure. I couldn’t help but grin.

"Hey, it’s Locktober," I teased. "What did you expect? Wasn’t last night enough for you?" "Oh, it was plenty," he replied quickly, but I saw the hunger still in his eyes.

That morning, Brax couldn’t keep his hands off me. Every chance he got, I felt him grab my breasts or slap my ass. His desperation was palpable, and I was feeling it too. We hadn’t had PIV sex in weeks, and it was starting to get to me. I craved him, and yet the teasing was too much fun to give up.

When he finished work, I greeted him in black lace lingerie—sexy, sheer, and open where it mattered. His eyes darkened, and without a word, he scooped me up, carrying me to the nearest flat surface—the couch. He dropped me down and forced my legs open, diving between my thighs to eat me out with a ferocity that left me breathless.

I’m so damn lucky. Pleasuring me, eating my pussy—it’s Brax’s favorite job in the world, and I wasn’t going to take that away from him. I wrapped my legs around his head, feeling the warmth of his mouth as he devoured every part of me and made me cum hard. My body spasmed uncontrollably, locking him in place until I finally released him. He pulled back, gasping for air, only to smirk and lean in for a kiss.

I unzipped his pants, revealing his cock still trapped in the cage, precum dripping off the tip. So swollen, so desperate. I grabbed his hand and stood up, guiding him to the bedroom.

"I have a surprise for you," I teased, and his eyes lit up. Once we were there, I ordered him to strip and get on the bed. His excitement was almost tangible. "So, what’s the surprise?" he asked eagerly, already undressing.

I hadn’t quite figured out what the plan was yet. I dangled the heart-shaped key that hung from my necklace, watching his eyes widen with hope. Crawling onto the bed, “Move down further,” I ordered as I straddled his face, lowering my pussy to his mouth. His lips and tongue set to work. My hands drifted down to his cage, enjoying the sensation of his mouth while I unlocked him. The moment I slid the key in, his cock sprung free, a huge groan escaping him. I ground down harder on his face, feeling him pull me deeper with each thrust of my hips.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to let Brax fuck me. I wanted to. God, I wanted to feel him inside me again. But the decision hung in the air, even as I felt an orgasm build inside me. My body tensed, and I came hard, crashing down onto his body, completely spent.

As I tried to roll off, he wrapped his arms around my hips and kept his mouth on me, kissing and licking, making it impossible to move. Finally, I broke free, giggling from the overstimulation. Brax’s cock stood hard and proud, free of its cage, and I knew he wanted me just as badly.

I mounted him again, grinding back and forth, his cock brushing against my pussy, but never entering. His balls were still trapped by the base ring, crushed with each movement. I could have slipped him inside me, just a little, but when I looked down, the look on Brax’s face told me everything. He was so close.

I stopped.

Leaning forward, I kissed him passionately, holding him close. He wasn’t going to fuck me—not today. Neither of us would enjoy it. Brax hates cumming too quickly during sex and he was almost already there; he hates thinking he’s disappointed me. I wasn’t going to put him through that.

I slid off him, his confused eyes following me as my hand reached down to stroke his throbbing cock. He squirmed under my touch, moaning, as I brought my mouth down to tease the tip. My A mix of my juices and his precum coated my lips as I nipped and licked at him. Brax groaned, his body shaking with desperation. "It wouldn’t take much, would it?" I teased, sucking him gently as his hips bucked.

He was so close, but I paused, keeping him at the edge. His body tensed with every stroke, every lick, and for over twenty minutes, I edged him mercilessly. A constant stream of precum leaked from him for me to devour, and every groan, every plea only fueled my desire to keep him wanting.

Finally, his cock started pulsing. I knew what was coming, so I pulled back, holding his hands away as a small stream of cum dribbled out of his cock as it was throbbing and pulsing. His face was a mixture of emotions—overwhelmed, frustrated, and utterly wrecked by the ruined orgasm.

I cleaned him up with my tongue, savoring the taste. For a moment, I couldn’t tell if he was going to laugh, cry, or both. His face was an open book, full of disappointment, but slowly, his emotions evened out. He let out a sigh and, through a grin, muttered, “Fuck you.”

I smirked, reaching for his cage. “Time to put him back to bed.”

He protested, but we both knew that until he used his safe word, what I say, goes! I locked him up again, giving his caged balls one last lick before calling it a night.

That night, Brax didn’t sleep well. Every time he shifted in bed, his caged cock throbbed, and I could feel his frustration radiating off him. I smirked to myself in the dark, knowing he was probably plotting some way to get me to unlock him, but I wasn’t budging. This was Locktober, after all.

Sure enough, there were a few desperate attempts. Brax’s hand would wander across my body, caressing my hips, sliding between my thighs, or softly massaging my breasts. His kisses were slow, passionate, and pleading. He was trying so hard to seduce me into letting him out. But instead of freeing him, his efforts only left me hungrier for more pleasure. Each time he got close, I’d push his face down to my pussy, reminding him who was in charge.

He ate me out again until I came, my legs trembling as I released another orgasm. And every time, Brax was left there, throbbing helplessly in his cage, desperate for release, only to watch as I drifted off into peaceful sleep with a blissful smile on my face.

By the time morning came, he was exhausted, still locked, and painfully aware of how deeply he craved me. I could tell he was on the edge—both physically and mentally—yet there was something so satisfying about keeping him in that space of denial, knowing how much he wanted me but couldn’t have me. His cock was still rock hard, the cage doing its job perfectly as it held him in check.

“Locktober is so damn fun!” I thought to myself, rolling over with a wicked grin as I stretched lazily. I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the month had in store.