Chapter 28 – The Lock-Up and the Ritual

Friday morning, Meera nudged Raj awake before the sun had fully risen.

“Today the rules start,” she murmured, brushing his hair back. “Twelve hours from now, I’ll be with Robin.”

On the bed beside her lay his black thong for the day, neatly folded, and the pink silicone cage. The little heart-shaped locket on it glinted in the soft light.

“Shower. Shave. Present yourself,” she said with quiet authority.

Raj obeyed, returning with damp skin, still warm from the steam. Meera made him stand at the foot of the bed while she clicked the cage into place. The sound of the lock shutting echoed more in his head than in the room — a reminder that he was hers in this.

—

The day was full of duties. Ironing her dress until there wasn’t a single crease. Polishing her black heels to a mirror shine. Laying out her bag and carefully slipping in the condoms — flavored, ribbed, ultra-thin, extra-large — along with the bottle of lube.

Meera inspected each item with deliberate slowness.

“Forgot the warming lube,” she said flatly, tossing it back on the bed. “Start again, Raj.”

“Yes, Meera…”

She moved about in her robe and lingerie, occasionally leaning near him to pull a stocking up her thigh or adjust a strap, each movement a knife-twist to his locked state.

—

That evening, before she began dressing, she lay face-down on the bed and looked over her shoulder at him.

“Come here. Ritual time.”

He crawled to her, hands on her hips, mouth finding her ass. She sighed softly, letting him spread her cheeks.

“You’ll be home tomorrow, locked, thinking about me like this,” she murmured.

“But under Robin.”

She paused, letting his tongue swirl.

“You’ll picture his cock stretching me, your tongue here, and you won’t be able to stop thinking about it.”

—

After, she pulled him up beside her, kissed his forehead.

“You know I love you. This doesn’t replace us. It makes us more… us.”

He nodded against her shoulder, clinging to her warmth.

—

Friday night, they went to bed without touching beyond the cuddle. She wore something thin and soft that brushed against him with every shift. His mind raced.

—

Saturday morning, she was calm and brisk.

“Bedroom clean, car washed, closet organized before I get back,” she reminded him.

She held up the sealed emergency key. “Break this for anything but an emergency, and you’ll regret it.”

A quick repeat of the calling rules, a soft kiss — then she was slipping on her heels.

Raj’s eyes glistened suddenly. “Meera…” he whispered, almost childlike.

She froze for half a second, feeling a twist of guilt — and a flicker of irritation. Is this going to be like last time?

Without wasting more time, she straightened, grabbed her bag, and walked to the door. She didn’t look back.