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I lick my finger, tasting her tear.

I touch her face again.

“Darling, I have something else for you.”

I dragthe extra-large dog crate from the closet and have it set up in seconds.

The entire time my Katie girl doesn’t move.

I’ve broken her. I’ve trained her. She’s fully given herself to me.

Right now it’s just about each other. It’s about me and her.

Not about her fiancé, wherever the fuck he is right now.

It’s not about the insane amount of heroin I have hidden in the garage or that I’ve caused a full blown street war with Axel and his guys.

This is about my Katie girl.

It’s about me.

I open the door to the massive crate and I turn toward the bed.

“I told you I was going to lock you into a cage, didn’t I, darling?”

My Katie girl nods.

“Get off my fucking bed right now, darling,” I order. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl into your cage.”

She swallows hard and moves with shuddering groans.

Her body is sore. Her cunt aches. Her insides throb.

My Katie girl does as she’s told.

She’s now on the bedroom floor, on her hands and knees.

She starts to crawl and I lift my right foot and touch her lower back.

“Wait a second,” I growl.

I reach for my bed and grab two pillows and one of the blankets.

I toss them into the cage.

Then I point.

“Now go,” I say.

My Katie girl crawls into the cage. She fits easily with plenty of room leftover too. Maybe I’ve purchased the wrong size…

She remains in place, ass in the air.

I crouch down and reach for her.

I jam my middle finger into her tender cunt and she whimpers.

I make a few wide circles and then I run my finger up to her ass. I feel her tight pucker and I press against it. Theexitis now myentrance. My finger slides into her, a little easier than before.