Title: Unleashed

Ava sat on the edge of their bed, her dress wrinkled, mascara smudged just enough to hint at what she’d been doing hours ago. Her skin still glowed from sweat and touches that weren’t her husband’s. Ben knelt before her, the bulge of his locked cage pressing painfully against his pants.

“So…” he whispered, breathless. “Did he go hard like I wanted?”

Ava tilted her head, crossing her legs slowly. “He tried. But he kept stopping every time he leaned in to kiss me. I had to remind him—your rules, remember?”

Ben smiled, a bit too proudly. “Yeah… that’s good. That’s what keeps it ours. He gets your body, not your love.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Ben… baby… you know what it really felt like tonight?”

He blinked. “What?”

“Like I was following a script. No kissing, no sucking, no playing with my tits… just in-out missionary or doggy with a thick condom and a timer running in my head.”

He sat back on his heels. “But Ava, I have to have some boundaries. You’re everything to me. I stay in chastity. I don’t fuck other girls. I don’t even touch myself. You get to feel a whole different cock—raw, thick, deep. The least you could do is keep it within the rules. That’s our thing, remember?”

She leaned forward, voice low and edged. “But what’s the point, baby? He’s still fucking me skin-to-skin. His breath is on my neck. His hands grip my thighs. His sweat drips onto my skin. I’m moaning. My legs are open. You really think not kissing makes it less intimate?”

Ben’s lips parted. His breath caught.

“I’m giving myself to them,” she continued. “And you want that, don’t you? But if I’m going to do it, I want to feel it. I want my toes to curl, my body to shake. I want to kiss him while he’s deep inside me. I want to suck him and make him groan. I want to ride his face and cry out.”

Ben flushed, caged cock twitching.

“I don’t want rules anymore,” she said, more softly now. “Either we stop this… or we continue it my way.”

He was silent for a moment. Then nodded, reluctant, voice tight with need. “Fine. But… then I want to come with you. I want to see it. If you’re going to enjoy it fully, I deserve that much. To watch. To be part of it.”

Ava froze. Then tilted her head, looking at him with something between amusement and tenderness.

“Really?” she said slowly. “You think it’s less humiliating if you sit in the same room? Watch while I kiss him? Moan on top of him? Let him cum in my mouth? That’s not devotion, babe… that’s disgusting.”

He flinched.

She softened. “No, baby. You waiting at home, hard, locked, imagining… that’s romantic. You don’t need to see. You need to ache for it. Crave it.”

Ben whimpered. “You’re right.”

“I know.” She leaned down, kissed his forehead. “Next time… I’m going to take everything I need. No rules. No limits. And you’ll be here, cock locked, thinking of his cum dripping out of me.”

Ben’s voice was a whisper. “Please…”

She smiled. “You’ll hear the bed creak. You’ll know I’m kissing him, tasting him… screaming for him.”

“And after?” he asked, voice breaking.

She smiled wider. “After? I’ll bring the taste home to you.”

He trembled.

And the next time?

She did everything.

And he waited.
Locked.
Hungry.
In love.