Cuckold

You don’t get to touch her. You get to watch—and ache. These stories aren’t about permission. They’re about punishment. About knowing her sounds aren’t for you. Her eyes aren’t on you. Her body isn’t yours—and never was. She moans for someone stronger, deeper, better… while you kneel hard and silent at the edge of the bed, face flushed, cock caged, throat dry. She doesn’t ask if it hurts. She knows it does. That’s why she lets you stay.