Locked Forever

Willow kneels on the hotel carpet, the latex dress tight around her hips, the belt a hard line at her waist, as David steps closer and holds the key up between two fingers. 'This key never turns again,' he says, his voice low and final. 'You will never be Warren, never feel a man's hardness but mine—and only through the cage.' He drops the key into his pocket, then unbuttons his trousers, the fabric parting as he commands, 'Open my trousers, Willow. Show me you understand.' Her fingers find his zipper, the cage a warm weight between her thighs, as she leans in to obey.