Page 12 of Regal Feather
caged_pig
But
It doesn’t feel right, Sir
Sir Ismael
Piggy, if I were me living with you, and we’d messed around, I’d definitely wanna tap that ass. I’m not saying your friend is like me, but you might wanna keep an open mind
caged_pig
We used to sleep together, always
I know we’re not teenagers anymore, but I thought we still would, but he didn’t leave his room after I told him about the cage, and I couldn’t sleep at all
I’m still sleeping like shit
Sir Ismael
Gosh, you’re adorable
caged_pig
Thank you?
Sir Ismael
Here’s your next task: proposition your friend. If it doesn’t work, well, you’re just a horny, brainless little thing, and I’ll take care of you. If it does, I want video of him fucking that cute little ass
caged_pig
Sir, I
Sir Ismael
Do you want to safeword?
caged_pig
No
But I’m scared
Sir Ismael
You know the rules. No contact once I’ve assigned you a task
FIVE
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It was wrong. It had to be, right?
My heart beat too fast, and my hands were too clammy, and there had to be something really wrong with me if I was considering this. Santos wasn’t into kink, not in the way I was. He’d said he’d read about it because I was into it. He didn’t say it turned him on. Sure, he’d gotten very laser-focused when I admitted that Sir Ismael had punished me, and it had been adrenaline-inducing, but that meant nothing. He was just overprotective.
That must be why he was being weird. He must think that he couldn’t protect me from Sir Ismael.
If I kept overthinking it, I was going to start sounding delirious.
