The key turned in the lock an hour early. Fuck. My hand froze around my dick, the porn blaring from my laptop showing some brunette getting her pussy pounded doggy-style. My girlfriend, Maya, stood in the doorway, her briefcase dangling from her fingers, her eyes narrowed to slits.

“Seriously?” she hissed, dropping her bag. “I have a shitty day and this is what I come home to?”

I stammered, my cock already wilting in my grip. “Baby, I’m sorry, I thought you’d be—”

“Quiet.” The command was ice. A slow, predatory smile spread across her glossed lips. She kicked the door shut, her heels clicking on the hardwood as she approached. “You need to be punished. You don’t get to stop. Keep going.”

My heart hammered. “What?”

“You heard me. Jerk that dick. Finish what you started.” She crossed her arms, leaning against the dresser, watching. Her gaze was a physical weight. “Show me how you like to stroke it when I’m not here.”

Shame and a twisted thrill coiled in my gut. I wrapped my fist back around my shaft, giving it a tentative pump. It felt different now—exposed, performative. The slick sound of my hand moving over my skin was obscenely loud.

“Faster,” Maya ordered, her voice low. “Use your other hand to play with your balls. Yeah, just like that. You’re so into that pornstar’s tight little cunt, aren’t you? Imagining it’s your dick splitting her open.”