his pets

23. pillow talk

Reluctantly, they stepped apart, their eyes never leaving each other.
The beats grew softer, a lullaby that seemed to whisper 'good night' as Christopher led them to a large, steel cage in the corner of the room. It was padded with plush velvet, a stark contrast to the cold bars that surrounded them.
They knew what was expected of them, and they complied without question.

Lily felt a thrill of excitement as she stepped into the cage, watching as Oliver followed, his cock still hard and begging for attention.
The door clicked shut behind them, the finality of it echoing through the room. They lay down on the velvet, their bodies close but not touching, the heat of their desire palpable in the air.
Christopher chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's going to get cold in there," he said, his voice teasing. "Real pack members warm each other up."
Lily felt a blush creep up her neck, her cheeks flushing with color. She knew what he meant, and the thought of it was both thrilling and terrifying. Oliver looked at her, his eyes full of heat, and she knew he felt the same. They were both his pets, his to command, and they would do whatever he asked.
With a tremble in her voice, she whispered, "Yes, Master." Oliver nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. They both knew the rules, the boundaries they had to respect. But in this cage, under Christopher's watchful eye, the lines were blurring.
Christopher threw a thick blanket over them, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the cold steel bars.
"Now, be good pets," he said with a smirk. "Keep each other warm. But remember no naughty business."
Lily's heart raced as she cuddled closer to Oliver, his body radiating heat. She could feel his heartbeat, fast and strong, against her chest.
The cage was their sanctuary, a space where they could be vulnerable and obedient without fear of judgment.
Oliver wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. His nose was still filled with her scent, and it made his cock throb even more. He knew he couldn't touch her, not yet, but the mere presence of her body against his was intoxicating. Lily felt the same, her own need pulsing in time with his.
They lay there, breathing in each other's air, feeling the warmth of their bodies mingle. It was a silent dance of desire, one that was both thrilling and maddening.

"How did you find him?" Oliver whispered, his voice low and gruff.
Lily's eyes fluttered open, looking into the depths of his blue irises. "He found me," she said softly. "When I had nowhere else to go."
Oliver's arm tightened around her, his breath warm against her ear. "You're lucky," he murmured. "He takes care of us."
Lily nodded, nestling closer. "I know," she whispered. "I've never felt so...safe."
Oliver's hand stroked her back, the rhythm of his touch matching the soothing binaural beats that played around them. "What was your life like before?" he asked, his voice barely above a murmur.
Lily took a deep breath, her eyes closed. "It was...lonely," she admitted. "I had my writing, but I was never really good at connecting with people. I was always the odd one out."
Oliver's hand paused for a moment before resuming its gentle stroking. "Me too," he said, his voice filled with a quiet vulnerability. "I was lost until I found him. He...fixed me."
Lily tilted her head to the side, her cheek pressing against Oliver's chest. She could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear, a comforting beat that melded with the soothing rhythm of the binaural lullaby that filled the room.
"What was your life like before him?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet space of the cage.
Oliver was silent for a moment, his hand still tracing patterns on her back. "It was...empty," he said finally. "I had my career, my success, but it all felt hollow. I didn't know what I was missing until I met him."

Lily's eyes searched his, understanding reflected in her gaze. "What was it like, when you first met him?"
Oliver's smile was wistful. "It was like...finding home. He saw me, really saw me. And he knew what I needed." His hand slipped down to her hip, his thumb brushing against the leather collar she wore. "He gave me purpose, a place to belong."
Lily's eyes searched his, finding a mirror of her own feelings. "It's like he looked into my soul and knew exactly what to do to make me feel alive," she whispered. "I was just...lost. And then he found me."

Oliver nodded, his eyes dropping to her collar, his thumb tracing the leather. "It's strange, isn't it?" he murmured. "To find something so perfect in something so...unconventional."
Lily felt a warmth in her chest, a blooming love that she hadn't felt before. "It's not strange," she said. "It's just different. And sometimes different is exactly what we need."

Oliver leaned in, his breath warm against her neck. "You're right," he murmured. "Sometimes different is exactly what we need." His hand slid up to cup her cheek, turning her face to meet his.
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world outside the cage ceased to exist. Lily felt a jolt of something she hadn't expected, something that went beyond the submission and the rules. It was a connection, a spark of something genuine and profound.
Christopher's binaural beats played on, the melody shifting subtly, as if to encourage their burgeoning bond.
Lily's hand reached up to cover Oliver's, holding it against her face. The heat from his touch seemed to melt away the last of her reservations.
"Thank you," she whispered. "For making me feel...like I matter."
Oliver's thumb traced the line of her jaw, his eyes searching hers. "You do matter," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "More than you could ever know."

Their faces were so close now that Lily could feel his breath on her lips. The beats grew louder, urging them closer, whispering sweet nothings of submission and love into their ears.
Without thinking, Lily leaned in, her eyes fluttering closed.
Oliver met her halfway, their lips brushing in a gentle, tender kiss.
It was a moment of pure connection, untainted by the steel bars that surrounded them.