Locked for Life 38 - Honeymoon 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

By the time we pulled up to the motel, it was already dark. Jason made me wait in the car, still naked, while he ran inside to check in.

My caged dick leaked for just about the entire car ride. Somehow I managed to keep the seat clean, though my legs were completely covered in precum. Even now, it continued to drip out the front of my cage. I was beyond horny, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Jason came back with the room key a few excruciating minutes later. Luckily in that time, no one came close enough to the car to see me.

“Come on!” he said, opening the driver’s side door and poking his head through. “Let’s check out the room!”

“Okay!” I replied. I turned in my seat and reached for my clothes in the back of the car.

“Whoah whoah whoah, what are you doing?”

“I was just gonna get dressed first,” I explained.

“Oh, were you now?” There was a hint of playfulness in his voice, and I knew he wasn’t done with me for the night. Not by a long shot.

“I… guess not.” I couldn’t help but smile as I accepted my fate. It was hard to believe Jason could still surprise me after all this time, yet here we were.

I snuck out of the car, trying my best to cling to the shadows as I followed Jason to our room. Inside we found a small but nicely decorated place. Most importantly, it had a king-size bed and a shower that could comfortably fit both of us. The two places we’d be spending most of our time.

“Not bad!” Jason said. He shut the door behind us, then threw himself onto the bed. “Ahhh, that’s comfy.” He looked so cute sprawling out and relaxing after the long drive. If I didn’t know any better, I might have let down my guard and joined him. Instead, I kneeled at the food of the bed.

“How can I help?” I asked him. Submitting to Jason was such a turn on. I felt pathetic and used, and my dick agreed; it was fully and wholeheartedly trying to burst out of its tiny cage.

Jason rolled over to face me, a slight grin on his face. “I trained you well, didn’t I?” He wiggled his feet, which were hanging off the edge. “Why don’t you start by taking my shoes off?”

“Yes, Jason,” I said promptly. I scurried over on all fours and got to work removing his shoes. They were tough to pull off, but I was able to shimmy them loose with a bit of effort. I placed them neatly on the ground, then turned my attention back to his feet. As I removed his socks, an inkling of an idea formed in my head. Jason loved it when I showed a little initiative…

“Mmm, that feels good,” my husband mumbled aloud. I was massaging the soles of his feet, digging my thumbs into them in tiny circles.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Ohhh yeah. Good job, slut. Just what I needed.”

My dick throbbed, aching and longing to be touched. The cage got a little tighter then, but I did my best to ignore it. My attention was on Jason’s pleasure, as it always should be. I rubbed his feet a few minutes longer, then started creeping upward. I tugged on his legs, and getting the message, Jason slid down the bed until he was sitting at the edge. I glanced up at him, sitting on my heels while he towered over me from above. A perfect image of our dynamic.

“When did you get so good at anticipating my needs?” he asked.

I smiled. “When you took control of my dick,” I replied.

He bit his lower lip, staring hungrily. His bulge was beginning to grow, and I knew I needed to get him out of those shorts.

I leaned forward, and without breaking eye contact, I started to undo the front of his shorts. First the button, then the zipper. It was second nature by now. As I reached for his waist, he leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, feeling all the pent-up lust and desire rush out of me. In seconds I was forcing my tongue into his mouth, brushing against his own, letting it all go in a passionate flurry. I climbed to my feet with lips still locked, rising until I was the one standing over him. Then I pushed him, feeling desperately horny and letting it get the best of me.

“Whoah!” he said with a bit of a laugh. “What’s this all of a sudden?”

My hands reached for his shorts once more. This time, I grabbed and pulled them off in one swift motion. I managed to get the underwear too, and suddenly my husband was half naked in front of me. The half that mattered. I crawled onto the bed, climbing over Jason until I was straddling him.

“I like this side of you,” Jason said. He was grinning from ear to ear. His dick was rubbing against my ass, fully hard. I would be fully hard too, if not for the permanent cage holding my dick back.

“Me too,” I breathed.

“Well? Don’t stop now, babe.”

I nodded. I grabbed his wrists and pushed his arms above his head, then leaned down and kissed him again. It drove me wild being in this false position. I held no power here, and we both knew it. But Jason let me play this little game, with the knowledge that I was really serving him and not the other way around.

We kissed and kissed until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled back, staring into his eyes and hungry for more. “Should I grab the lube?” I asked.

“You better,” he replied.

“Do you remember where it is? We definitely packed it, right?”

With his arms still pinned above his head, Jason smirked. His eyes lit up. “In the car,” he whispered.

My jaw dropped. “You’re not gonna make me go out there again, are you?”

He nodded. “You got me this horny, Grant. I’m not gonna let you off the hook without breeding your ass tonight.”

“But-”

“Go.”

I gulped, then slowly retreated. I let his wrists go, climbed off the bed, and made my way to the door. Fully naked. I glanced back, hoping he’d change his mind, but his face was like stone. So I snatched up the car key and ventured out into the night.

It was chillier than I expected. The parking lot was pretty dark, and at this time of night I didn’t expect to run into anyone. That didn’t make it any less terrifying. I snuck along toward the car, flinching when I unlocked the car and got momentarily lit up by the car’s lights. I quickly found the toiletry bag that contained the lube, then booked it back to the motel room.

When I reached our door, I was shocked to find it locked. “Jason!” I said frantically.

“Who is it?” said a voice on the other side of the door.

“It’s your husband!” I whispered.

He let me stand outside for a moment longer before opening the door and pulling me inside.

“You’re insane,” I told him.

“Says the one who just went streaking in the night.”

“Because you made me!”

He laughed, then took the bag out of my hands. I watched him zip it open, pull out the lube, then toss the bag itself onto the ground. “Enough playing around, Grant. I’m horny, and I intend to use your ass until I’m satisfied. Is that fine by you?”

His bluntness only turned me on more. It seemed like everything he said or did turned me on, if I’m being honest. I guess that’s what happens when you’re not allowed to cum for months at a time. “Yes, Jason,” I said. I moved to the bed, where I got on my back and lifted my legs in the air. “Ready when you are.”

I couldn’t wait to be fucked. Blowing him this morning was fun, but getting my hole wrecked by Jason’s massive cock was a true delight. Nothing felt better.

My husband squirted a generous amount of lube onto his cock, then slowly stroked himself. “Mmmm… I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Grant.”

With that said, he walked over, put my legs on his shoulders, and proceeded to fuck my brains out.