This is part 2 of a 3 part series, please start at part 1.
Ray hadn’t forgotten what Sabrina did that night at the club. Not at all.
If anything, it stayed with him in this low, burning way—quiet, persistent, and totally inconvenient. Like a radio signal in the background of his day, he couldn’t tune out the mental image of that tall, broad-shouldered man leaning into Sabrina. The way she laughed. The way she flipped her hair like she hadn’t done in years. The way she didn’t even look over at Ray. Not once.
And while the sex they had that night after was explosive—probably the best since their honeymoon—Sabrina could feel something new had been ignited inside her, too. Something entirely different than what Ray was feeling.
It wasn’t about power. Or even rebellion.
It was about being wanted.
Darius had looked at her like he craved her. Like her words mattered. Like her laugh was honey. That warm buzz of being desired, of being seen, had been gone from her marriage for so long, she almost forgot what it tasted like. And now that she’d had a sip? She wanted more.
So a week later, they were back in Dr. Hale’s office.
Dr. Hale, composed as ever in her soft charcoal blazer and red lipstick, sat across from them and calmly laid it out.
“You know, most people think a man sees his wife as his. But it’s not quite that simple. What I’ve seen over the years is that a man doesn’t always see his wife as ‘property’—he sees her as supply. A source. Of comfort. Of sex. Of validation. And what happens when that supply feels unconditional? He stops guarding it. He stops valuing it.”
“From a biological standpoint,” she continued, “when a man senses competition—when his sexual supply is under threat—something ancient kicks in. A drive. A protective jealousy. Even arousal. And yes, this is unconventional… but I’ve seen it work.”
Sabrina leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs, slowly. “So what’s next, doc?”
Dr. Hale smiled. “A simple dinner date. Just Sabrina and Darius. No “actual” sex—but whatever else… is up to Sabrina. And Ray? I’d like you to wear a chastity cage. Just for the evening.”
Sabrina blinked. Ray stared.
“A what?” he said.
Dr. Hale gave a polite, measured nod. “It’s not punishment. It’s reinforcement. It helps sexualize the emotion you’re going to feel. The jealousy. The craving. The lack of control. I want you to feel it instead of running from it.”
It sounded silly. It was silly. But when they got home and looked at the little steel cage Dr. Hale had recommended—slim, polished, and with a tiny lock—they couldn’t help but laugh.
“God, this is so weird,” Ray said, turning it in his hands.
“Yeah,” Sabrina smirked. “But I think I kind of like it.”
The night of the date arrived.
Sabrina had the whole glow going—soft curls bouncing over her shoulders, a curve-hugging black dress with a deep scoop back, and that perfume she used to wear when they first met. Something floral and a little dangerous. She didn’t even look at Ray as she walked into the room.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
She turned and cocked a brow. “You can sit in the corner and watch me get ready. But don’t be annoying, okay?”
Ray froze, part-hurt, part-aroused. He was being dismissed. But also included. She was doing this for her, not him. And that made it hotter.
He watched her clip on earrings, paint her lips, shimmy into heels. All while his cock sat confined in its little cage, swelling helplessly.
“Here’s the key,” she said at the door, dangling it by its loop. “You’ll get this back if I decide you’ve earned it.”
She left with a wink, and Ray stood there. Caged. Breathless. Aroused. Jealous.
The hours ticked by like molasses. He checked his phone. Stared at the clock. Imagined Darius pulling out her chair, brushing his hand against hers. Was he funny? Was he better?
Every minute that passed made Ray harder inside his little cage. A cruel, maddening irony.
Then—the sound of the garage door.
He jumped up, heart racing. He hadn’t felt this excited to see her in years. Years. She walked in, still glowing, dress slightly rumpled, and she had that look. Not guilt. Not shame.
Just satisfaction.
Ray followed her like a puppy. “So? How was it?”
“Sit,” she said, nodding toward the couch. “And hush.”
She took off her coat and settled into the chair beside him. Slowly, like she had all the time in the world, she held out the key.
Ray fumbled, unlocked himself, his cock springing out red and desperate. She smiled.
“Now take it out. Stroke it slow. I’ll tell you what happened.”
His hand moved to his shaft. Slow. Nervous. Aroused.
“We had dinner. Nothing fancy. We talked. He’s… intense. I like that.” Her voice dropped an octave. “He makes me feel interesting. Like he’s listening. Not just waiting to talk.”
Ray bit his lip. His strokes matched her pace.
“After dinner, we sat in his SUV. Parked. I teased him. Reached over and touched his cock. Mmm, Ray, he’s a big one. Like… really big.”
She watched Ray’s hand pause. His eyes widened.
“Oh yeah,” she purred. “I mean, you’re not small, babe. But this was… different. He felt heavy. Thick. I felt drawn to it, after I started, I couldn’t stop touching it.”
Ray moaned under his breath.
“I unzipped his jeans, pulled him out. God, it flopped into my hand like it had weight to it. I stroked it, slowly. He leaned his seat back and moaned.”
She licked her lips, clearly reliving it.
“I kissed it. Tasted the pre-cum. Salty. Warm. My mouth watered. I hadn’t given oral sex in years. You know that, right?” she said with a smirk.
Ray could only nod, eyes locked on her.
“He said he was close. He held the back of my head confidently but gently. I could’ve said no, but… I let him. He came. Hard. In my mouth. And I swallowed. All of it.”
She opened her mouth playfully, as if still showing Darius her tongue.
That was all it took, Ray exploded with a rope of cum across his stomach, jaw clenched, panting like a man who’d run ten miles through lust and fire.
She handed him a tissue with a warm chuckle. “Good boy. Clean your little puddle up.”
He obeyed.
“And then,” she said, standing up and turning down the hall, “you’re going to come join me in bed. I have more to share. And maybe… I’ll let you kiss this naughty mouth goodnight.”
