The Reservation Was For Two

He thought I booked the hotel to spoil him.

Soft sheets, champagne on ice, silk robe wrapped around my waist like a secret waiting to be untied. I let him think it was all for our anniversary. That maybe--just maybe--I was finally going to let him out of that little cage tonight.

Poor thing.

He stood behind me, shifting uncomfortably, already hard and helpless inside his lock. I caught his reflection in the mirror. That look--hopeful. Hungry.

I bent forward slowly to "check my makeup," knowing full well the hem of my robe rose just enough to show the lace underneath. I could hear his breathing change. The clink of his little prison shifting as he started to swell.

"You like this?" I purred, trailing one finger up the inside of my thigh. "Think I picked this hotel just to tease you?"

He stammered. "I--I don't know, you just look so--God, you look incredible."

"Mmm. I do, don't I?"

I turned, walked right up to him, and placed my hand gently over his caged cock. I kissed him--deep, slow, indulgent. I wanted him drowning in it. I wanted him convinced.

My lips moved to his ear.

"You've been so good," I whispered, wrapping a hand around his neck. "So patient. So desperate." My hips pressed against his, and he moaned helplessly. "And tonight, I'm going to let you see exactly what you've been waiting for."

I pushed him onto the bed. Straddled him. Let my robe fall open just enough to show him the curve of my breasts, the glisten between my thighs. I even let him smell me--close enough to ache, not close enough to touch.

His eyes were wide, locked on every movement, and I could see it in his face: he truly thought I was going to give him a taste.

A soft knock echoed through the room.

And I smiled.

"Oh... that must be room service."

I stood up, tied my robe loosely at the waist again, and walked to the door with a sway in my hips I knew he was watching. The door opened--and there he was. Tall. Confident. A thick tattooed forearm leaned against the doorframe like he'd been here a dozen times before.

"Right on time," I said.

He stepped in. Didn't even glance at my husband. Just kissed me like he was claiming what was his. My back hit the wall, one leg wrapping around his waist, and his hand gripped my thigh like it belonged there.

"Wait... what--?" my husband gasped. "What the fuck is this?"

I laughed against my lover's lips. "This? This is what you're here for, darling."

We moved to the bed. I pushed my caged husband into the corner chair, made sure he had the perfect view. He was already squirming, the cage tugging as he tried to grow harder, hopelessly confined.

"Don't blink, baby," I taunted, stripping off the robe and letting it fall in a pool of silk on the floor. "You wouldn't want to miss this."

I climbed onto the bed and pulled my lover down with me. His mouth found my throat, then my chest, then lower. I moaned--loud, unfiltered, real. My back arched and my hands clawed the sheets as he devoured me like a man starved.

My husband whimpered in the chair.

Good.

When he finally slid into me, it was smooth, primal, perfect. Our bodies tangled in a rhythm that was all sweat and need. I dug my nails into his back, whispered filthy things in his ear, and made sure my husband could see everything.

"You see this?" I said through ragged moans, turning my face toward the corner. "This is how I want it. Someone who can fill me. Someone who makes me scream."

He was rocking into me now, deep and rough. I grabbed a handful of his hair and rode him harder, wilder, until the bed creaked and the walls echoed with my cries. I came twice before he did--loud, messy, soaked in sweat and satisfaction.

When we were done, he kissed me lazily, pulled out, and left me dripping.

I lay back on the pillows, legs spread, hair a mess, skin glowing with the kind of pleasure my husband could never give me.

"Come here," I said.

He hesitated. I snapped my fingers.

"Now."

He shuffled forward on his knees until he was at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on the slick mess between my thighs. I grabbed his chin and forced his gaze up.

"You thought tonight was about you. That I did all this to reward you. But this"--I gestured down my body--"was never yours. This was the lesson."

His lip trembled.

"Now," I said, reaching to the nightstand and picking up his tiny gold key, "you've earned something."

I dangled it in front of him like a treat.

"I'm going to unlock you."

His eyes lit up.

"But not for you to touch me."

He froze.

"No, no," I whispered, unlocking his cage with a satisfying click. "I want to see you explode. Right here. On the floor. While you're still soaked in the smell of his cum."

I watched him squirm.

And just when he thought it couldn't get worse--

I leaned down, lips brushing his ear, and whispered the final command:

"Stroke. Don't you dare enjoy it."

He whimpered.

And I laughed.

Because the reservation may have been for two...

But he was never really invited.