The night air outside was thick--humid as shit, clingin' to the windows like a desperate ex. Downstairs, some asshole was layin' on his horn, and the smell of frying onions from the trattoria on the corner drifted up through the open window. Didn't matter. Carrie had other things to focus on.
Like the pretty little thing kneelin' in front of her.
She took her time, sittin' back on the couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the back like she owned the whole goddamn city. In a way, she did. At least this part of it. She dragged a cigarette from her pack, lit up, and let the first exhale curl lazy from her lips.
"Look at you," she muttered, exhaling smoke slow. "All dressed up like a fuckin' doll. That lace? Pink? Jesus fuck, you're adorable."
He swallowed hard, sittin' back on his heels, hands restin' on his thighs like she taught him. She let the silence stretch just long enough to see him squirm.
"Lemme see," she finally said, flickin' the ash from her cigarette.
Slowly, hesitantly, he lifted his chin and parted his legs a little wider, givin' her the full view. The sheer stockings, the garters diggin' into his thighs just right, the tight little bralette barely coverin' anything. And, of course, the real showpiece--the small, snug, locked-up cage, tucked neatly between his legs.
Carrie grinned.
"You been wearin' that all day for me?"
He nodded.
Her grin widened.
"That's fuckin' adorable."
She leaned forward, grabbin' him by the chin, her grip firm. "Turn around. Slow."
He obeyed--like he always fuckin' did.
She watched as he spun, admirin' the way the panties hugged his ass, leavin' just enough to the imagination. When he faced her again, cheeks flushed, she smirked.
"Now tell me somethin'--why the fuck are you still standin'?"
He dropped.
Carrie exhaled, lettin' her head tip back against the couch. "That's more like it." She tapped her fingers against her thigh, real casual-like. "You know, Anna was askin' about you the other day."
He froze.
Carrie's smirk was damn near wicked.
"Oh yeah," she said, stretchin' the words out slow. "She was wonderin' how you were doin'. If you were behavin'." She flicked ash into a tray. "Told her you were doin' okay. But y'know, if I really wanted to, I could give her a call. Let her borrow you for a week. Maybe two."
His breath hitched so fuckin' hard she felt it.
"Oh, you like that, huh?" she teased, tiltin' her head. "Jesus Christ, you're fuckin' pathetic."
He whimpered. She fuckin' loved it.
"Lucky for you, I ain't that cruel." She reached under the couch cushion, pullin' out the harness she stashed earlier. "But don't think for a second I ain't gonna wreck you tonight."
The second she strapped in, he was practically pantin'--which was cute, but also? He was takin' too fuckin' long.
She grabbed his chin again, makin' him look her in the eyes.
"You're stallin'."
"I--I--"
Smack.
His breath stuttered as her palm landed against his cheek, not hard, just enough to remind him who the fuck was in charge.
"What was that?" she cooed, voice all sickly sweet. "You got somethin' to say, sweetheart?"
He didn't.
Didn't fuckin' matter.
Carrie leaned back again, legs spread, toy sittin' proud between her thighs. "Then do what you do best, baby."
He hesitated, just for a second, before his hands wrapped around the base, lips parting. Carrie exhaled slow, watchin' his lashes flutter as he took her in.
"There's my good fuckin' girl."
She tangled a hand in his hair, guidin' him slow, makin' sure he took all of it, just the way she liked. He gagged, just a little, and fuck, she loved that sound. She loosened her grip, just to let him catch his breath, then dragged her thumb over the tear collectin' at the corner of his eye.
"Aw," she cooed, fake sympathy drippin' from her tone. "Look at you, all teary-eyed. You love this, don't you?"
He nodded, still workin' her over.
Carrie bit her lip, fuckin' lovin' the sight of him on his knees for her.
And then she got a thought.
She tugged his hair, makin' him look up at her.
"Tell me somethin', sweetheart." Her smirk went slow, dangerous. "You ever get fucked like this before?"
