Chastity POV BONUS with Nicki Hunter!

Nicki Hunter looks straight at you. Cold steel waits in her hands. She snaps the cage around your cock and clicks the lock shut, then slips the key between her lips and swallows it with a slow, deliberate gulp. The metal bites. Your pulse hammers. She leans in and whispers that you belong to her now, that every throb and ache proves it. If you want that key you will have to work for it, on your knees, mouth open, begging for the privilege to search inside her. The cage gets tighter the longer you stare. You sit there, hard inside the steel, owned, throbbing, and she smiles like she already knows how this ends.