**”After Class Detention”**

I’d been teasing her all day—little brushes against her arm in the hallway, whispered jokes in class just to feel her breath hitch next to me. But Sarah wasn’t the kind of girl who let shit slide. By the time the final bell rang, that dangerous smirk on her face told me I’d fucked up.

“Stay after,” she murmured, pressing a folded note into my palm before walking away.

The classroom emptied, and I unfolded the paper: *You think you’re funny? Wait for me. Don’t move.* My dick twitched against my jeans. Fuck.

The door clicked shut behind her as she slipped back in, locking it with one hand while the other tugged her hair free from its ponytail. She looked down at me still sitting at my desk, her lips curling. “Stand up.”

I obeyed.

Sarah closed the distance between us, her fingers hooking into my belt loops, pulling me flush against her. “You’ve been a brat all day,” she murmured, her breath hot on my neck. “You need to learn some patience.” Before I could answer, her hand slid down between us, cupping my cock through my jeans. I groaned, rocking into her touch.

She clicked her tongue. “Uh uh. No.” With one sharp move, she undid my belt, popped the button on my jeans, and yanked them down just enough to expose my boxers—and the hard-on tenting them.

“You don’t get to decide when you cum,” she said, her voice low and sweet like poison. Her fingers traced the outline of my dick through the fabric, and I bit back a whimper. “In fact…”

From her pocket, she pulled out a small, sleek black chastity cage.

My stomach dropped, my cock throbbing like a traitor.

Sarah laughed, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “You’re gonna wear this. And you’re gonna beg before I even think about letting you out.”

I was already nodding before she finished the sentence.

She shoved me back into the chair, yanking my boxers down to free my aching cock. It stood stiff against my stomach, flushed and leaking. Sarah wrapped her fingers around the base, squeezing just enough to make me hiss. “Look at you,” she murmured. “So fucking desperate.”

The cold metal of the cage made me shudder as she slid it over the head of my cock, pressing my erection down until it fit inside. The click of the lock was so fucking final.

And then her hand was between my legs, cupping my trapped balls, rolling them in her palm. “Good boy,” she cooed, watching my hips jerk. “Now, let’s see how long you last.”

Her skirt rode up as she straddled my lap, grinding down against my locked cock. Fuck, I could *feel* her through the fabric of her panties—hot, wet, taunting me.

“You wanna touch me?” she teased, nipping at my earlobe.

“Yes,” I choked out.

She grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the arms of the chair. “Too bad.”

Then she rocked against me, slow and deliberate, her pussy rubbing right where my cock was trapped and useless. I groaned, shaking under her, my thighs tensing.

Sarah’s breath hitched as she ground down harder, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Fuck—you’re so *easy*,” she panted. “Bet you’d cum right now if I let you.”

I would. I fucking *would*.

Instead, she slid off me, leaving me straining in the cage. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and peeled them down, stepping out of them before hiking her skirt up again.

“Now,” she said, lifting one foot onto the chair beside my thigh, spreading herself open right in front of me. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

Her pussy was glistening, her clit swollen under my gaze. I licked my lips.

“Please,” I rasped.

She grinned. “Not good enough.”

I groaned. “Sarah—fuck, *please*, let me taste you. Let me out, let me fuck you—*anything*.”

She rewarded me by sinking to her knees, her hands sliding up my thighs. “One condition.” Her fingers traced the edge of the cage, and I nearly sobbed.

“Y-yeah?”

She leaned in, her lips brushing mine. “You don’t cum until I say so.”

Then her mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding, and I was *hers*.