Chapter 3: Rising Action
I didn't want to think about her with another man - it hurt too much. But then again, maybe it was better this way. Maybe he would finally be able to satisfy her in ways that I never could.
Crystal laughed at my jealousy, her voice warm and comforting. "Don't worry, baby," she murmured, running her fingers through my hair. "Michael isn't like us. He can actually please a woman properly." I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the stab of pain in my chest. How could she say such things to me?
After she returned from her date,
she told me that he made her cum nonstop, and even gave her anal! While she talked about those sexual acts, I lay there, my dick trapped in the chastity device, useless and small. How could she want me after being with him? My jealousy consumed me, making my heart race and my cheeks flush red. Crystal noticed my reaction and chuckled, "Don't worry, baby," she whispered, running her fingers through my hair. "Michael isn't like us.
He can actually please a woman properly." Her words cut like a knife, leaving me to bleed alone in the darkness of our hotel room. How could she say such things to me? I was her boyfriend, her partner - wasn't I enough for her? The thought of her with another man sent shivers down my spine, making my heart race and my cheeks flush red.
The sound of the door closing echoed through the empty room, sending me spiraling further into despair. I could hear her footsteps growing distant, fading into the night like a melancholy symphony.