I’m lying here, legs spread wide, my cock exposed and throbbing. The cool air hits my skin, making me shiver with anticipation. My hands rest on my abdomen, fingers twitching with the urge to touch myself. But I don’t. Not yet. I’m waiting, hoping, that she’ll walk in and see me like this. Vulnerable, desperate, and completely at her mercy.
Her Ex’s Return: A Cuckold’s Worst Nightmare
And then, the door creaks open. It’s not her. It’s him. Her ex-boyfriend, standing there with that smirk on his face. He knows exactly what he’s doing, the bastard. He walks over, his eyes never leaving mine. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the mix of shame and excitement coursing through my veins. He leans down, his breath hot on my ear. ‘You’re a good little cuck, aren’t you?’ he whispers. I nod, unable to speak. My cock twitches, betraying me.
Begging for More: The Thrill of Submission
He reaches out, his fingers brushing against my thigh. I jump, my body responding to his touch. ‘Please,’ I whisper, my voice barely audible. ‘Please, touch me.’ He chuckles, a low, throaty sound. ‘Begging already? You’re pathetic.’ But he doesn’t stop. His hand moves higher, closer to my cock. I can feel the pressure building, the need for release. But I know I can’t come yet. Not until he says so. Not until she says so. Because this is her game, her power. And I’m just a pawn, willing and eager to play. The room is silent except for our breathing. His hand is so close, I can almost feel the heat of his palm. I’m begging now, pleading for his touch, for her approval. And in that moment, I know I’m exactly where I want to be. Exposed, vulnerable, and completely at their mercy. It’s a thrill, a rush, a high unlike any other. And I’m addicted.





