Cruel Vows

Her eyes narrow. “What the fuck is that?”

“A chastity belt, to ensure no one, not even you, can touch yourself.”

Her brow creases adorably as she frowns. “That’s sadistic.” She sucks on her bottom lip. “Do you really expect me not to come until our wedding?”

I smirk. “What do you think?”

Her shoulders dip, and she doesn’t answer.

“Stand for me.”

She stands up and I yank the towel away from her, groaning as I take in the image of her so exposed for me. I slide the belt up her legs, which includes a ribbed dildo that will sit inside of her, constantly torturing her but making it impossible to get her release without access to her clit. When the dildo slides in her, her eyes widen. “What is that?”

I smirk. “Part of the chastity belt.”

Her thighs quiver as I lock the belt in place and then take the key to the safe behind a painting on the wall. I feel her eyes on me as I open it and then place the key inside, locking it. “Now, no one will touch what belongs to me.”

Her eyes narrow. “It will never belong to you, no matter what you think.” I notice her eyes drop to the tent beneath my towel as my cock is still harder than stone.

I walk back into the bathroom and turn the shower on, knowing I have to work this frustration out. Until I can fuck my fiance, I know I won’t find relief. It’s thirteen more days until we’re married. Somehow, I have to survive until then without going fucking insane.