**Her Rules, My Pleasure**

I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who’d beg to be cucked, but here I was, naked and kneeling at her feet while she scrolled through her phone, ignoring me like I was nothing. Sarah was my girlfriend—well, more like my goddess now—and she’d embraced her dominance over me completely. Tonight, she had plans, and I was just along for the ride.

“You really want this?” she asked, her voice dripping with amusement as she finally glanced down at me. Her fingers idly played with the collar around my neck, the one she’d buckled on me an hour ago. “You want to watch another man fuck me while you’re locked up like a good little cuck?”

I swallowed hard, my cock twitching pathetically in its chastity cage. “Yes, ma’am.”

She smirked, then tossed her phone onto the bed where I could see the screen. A text thread with some guy named Jake was open, the latest message reading: *Be there in 20. Can’t wait to stretch that pussy.* My stomach flipped, heat rushing through me.

“Get the lube,” she ordered, kicking off her heels. “You’re going to prep me for him.”

I scrambled to obey, my hands shaking as I uncapped the bottle and slicked up my fingers. She spread her legs on the edge of the bed, her tight little black dress hiking up to reveal she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was already glistening, her clit swollen under my gaze.

“Hurry up,” she chided, gripping my hair. “I want to be nice and loose for his cock.”

I pressed two fingers inside her, moaning at how wet she was. Her walls clenched around me, and she let out a soft sigh, rolling her hips to take me deeper. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I breathed.

“Mmm, because I’m thinking about him,” she taunted, grinding down on my hand. “Thinking about how much bigger he is than you. How he’s going to rail me while you sit in the corner and stroke your little caged dick.”

I whimpered, my own arousal painfully trapped, but I kept fingering her, curling my fingers to rub her g-spot until her thighs trembled. “That’s it, baby,” she purred. “Make sure I come before he gets here. I want to be dripping when he shoves his dick in me.”

I doubled my efforts, adding a third finger, fucking her fast while my thumb circled her clit. Her breath hitched, her back arching as she came with a sharp cry, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I pulled back, my hand soaked, and she smirked at the mess.

“Good boy,” she said, just as the doorbell rang.

My stomach lurched. Jake was here.

Sarah straightened her dress and strutted to the door, leaving me on my knees. I heard deep laughter, then the sound of lips meeting in a hungry kiss. When they walked back in, Jake was already palming her ass, his other hand sliding up her thigh. He was huge—thick shoulders, a cock straining against his jeans that made my mouth water.

“This him?” Jake asked, nodding at me like I was furniture.

Sarah grinned. “Yeah. He’s just here to watch.”

Jake pulled her in for another kiss, his hands roaming possessively over her body before he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, and my mouth went dry. Sarah dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth with a moan, her lips stretched wide.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” Jake groaned, thrusting into her throat.

I could only watch, my caged dick leaking, as Sarah deepthroated him like a pro. When she pulled back, saliva stringing from her lips, she looked at me. “Come here. Taste him.”

I crawled forward, my tongue darting out to lick the precum from Jake’s tip. He chuckled, slapping his dick against my cheek. “Pathetic,” he muttered before turning back to Sarah. “On the bed. Now.”

She obeyed instantly, spreading her legs as Jake climbed over her. He didn’t waste time—no teasing, no foreplay. He lined up and thrust deep in one stroke, making Sarah scream.

“Oh my god, yes!” she cried, her nails raking down his back. “Fuck me, fuck me!”

I sat frozen, my heart pounding as Jake hammered into her, her pussy gripping his cock with every thrust. The sounds were filthy—skin slapping, her moans, his grunts. Sarah’s eyes locked onto mine, her lips parting in a wicked grin.

“You see that?” she panted. “See how much better he fucks me than you?”

I nodded, my throat tight.

“Touch yourself,” she ordered. “But don’t you dare come.”

I fumbled with the cage, desperately rubbing my trapped cock as Jake pounded her into the mattress. She came again, her back arching, and Jake growled, pulling out at the last second to spray his load across her stomach.

Breathless, Sarah pushed him off and sat up, scooping up his cum with her fingers. She held them out to me. “Clean me up, cuck.”

I leaned in, licking his seed from her skin, my humiliation complete.

Sarah patted my head. “Good boy. Maybe next time, you can lick his cum out of my pussy.”

And God help me, I wanted it.