Tell her about the discomfort from your nighttime erection.

You shift your weight, hyperaware of the cage pressing against your sweatpants. "The nighttime erection thing," you say, scrubbing a hand through your hair. "It woke me up. It was... uncomfortable. Is that normal?"

Nicole's smile widens into something that makes your stomach flip. She sets her mug down on the counter with deliberate slowness, then touches the key at her throat — just her fingertips brushing the brass, drawing your attention to where it rests against her collarbone.

"Oh, sweetheart," she says, and there's something new in her voice, a thread of amused authority that sends heat crawling up the back of your neck. "That's exactly what's supposed to happen."

She pushes off the counter and crosses to you, barefoot on the hardwood. When she reaches up to cup your jaw, her thumb traces the line of your beard. "Your body wants to get hard." Her eyes hold yours, darker than usual, pupils wide. "Every single time you start to swell, you'll feel it pressing against the plastic, and you'll remember that I control this now."

She giggles softly. Her other hand drifts down to rest flat against your bare chest.

"How many times did it wake you up?" she asks, tilting her head.

"Two, maybe three."

"Mmm." She bites her lower lip, and you can see the flush spreading down her throat. "That must have been frustrating."

"Nicole—"

"And you know what?" She leans in, her body warm against yours through the thin fabric of her sleep shirt. "It's going to happen every night. Maybe more than three times. Your cock is going to try so hard to get hard, and it's just... not going to be able to."

The cage feels impossibly tight suddenly, your body responding to her proximity, to the low purr of her voice. The silicone digs in as you start to swell, that same frustrated ache blooming through your groin, sharper now that you're awake and aware.

She notices. Her gaze drops to your crotch, and when she looks back up at you, her smile is absolutely wicked.

"Is it happening right now?" she asks softly. "Are you trying to get hard for me?"

You swallow.

Her hand slides lower on your chest, nails dragging lightly through the hair there. "Good," she whispers.