The Cuckold Life of Raj and Meera : Chapter 24
The Sunday sunlight poured into their bedroom, slow and warm. Raj lay with his head in Meera’s lap, her fingers absently combing through his hair while the laptop glowed on the bed beside them. She scrolled lazily, the images reflecting in her eyes.
“Look at this one,” she murmured, tilting the screen toward him. A sleek, polished stainless steel cage caught the light. “Heavy. Shiny. Very… permanent.”
Raj’s throat bobbed. “That’s… intimidating.”
Meera smirked. “Mmm, yes. Too intimidating for my little amateur cuck.” She clicked away, the soft teasing in her voice making his pulse jump. “We’ll save that for when you graduate.”
She swiped again, landing on a transparent plastic model, all clean lines and ventilation holes. “Lightweight, easy to wear all the time… but honestly?” She turned to him with mock-seriousness. “It’s boring. You’re not a boring cuck, are you?”
He shook his head quickly, smiling in spite of himself.
Finally she stopped at a pastel pink silicone cage. Soft curves, flexible edges, a small locket dangling from the front. “Now this…” She tapped the image. “…this is sweet. Comfortable enough for beginners. And see this locket? We can put a little photo of me inside. So even when I’m gone, I’m right there… keeping you locked up.”
Raj’s erection had been building since they started looking, but now it was almost painful. She noticed, her eyes dancing. “See? This is why you need it. You can’t even look at it without swelling up.”
She clicked Order Now, her fingers brushing his jaw. “Pink is perfect for you. My cute little locked pet.”
Raj groaned softly, half from arousal, half from the weight of what they’d just set in motion.
Meera closed the laptop, then leaned back against the headboard. “So,” she said, drawing out the word, “you still haven’t asked everything you want to know about last time.”
His eyes flicked up to hers. “I… don’t know if I should.”
She smiled slowly. “You should. I want you to hear it from me.” She traced a line down his cheek, over his lips. “Yes, I got naked for him. Completely. Do you know how that felt? Being undressed by someone while knowing you were waiting here?”
Raj swallowed hard.
She continued, voice low. “We kissed. Deep, slow… the kind where you can’t tell whose breath belongs to who. And no, we didn’t try bareback before the condom — but his hands were on me everywhere. My neck… my breasts… my hips.”
Raj closed his eyes as if seeing it.
“I didn’t give him a full blowjob,” she murmured, “but I did taste him. Just precum… salty, warm. He was thick, heavier than I expected. Every thrust…” She paused, smiling at the way Raj’s chest rose and fell. “Every thrust filled me completely. When he came, the condom was so full I felt the heat through it. More than you’ve ever given me at once. It made me… ache in a way I can’t explain.”
Raj’s hand twitched on her thigh. “God, Meera…”
She tilted his chin so he had to meet her gaze. “You know, cuckoldry isn’t just me going out and fucking another man. It’s this — keeping you like this. Hungry. Curious. Always on the edge. That’s where your pleasure really lives, doesn’t it?”
He nodded slowly, his breath shallow.
“That cage we ordered? It’s not just to stop you from interrupting me. It’s to make you live in this space. Stimulated. Humiliated. Loved.” She kissed his forehead, slow and deliberate. “When it arrives, we’ll make this a lifestyle. Not just a game.”
Raj lay back, dizzy from her words, his body aching with the knowledge that soon, he wouldn’t even have the option of touching himself — every inch of him locked under her control.
And he knew, deep down, that was exactly where he wanted to be.
