First day unlocked

The first day unlocked felt like a relief.

John stretched more. Moved freely. Showered longer. Even masturbated—once—without asking.

But it didn’t feel right.

Not like it used to.

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By the second day, something had shifted.

Claire hadn’t touched him. Not sexually. Not even a teasing glance. She was warm. Loving. But distant in a way that drove him crazy.

He tried to initiate once, and she smiled and said, “Of course. You’re free now, remember?”

He nodded.

They had sex.

It was soft. Normal.

And when he came, he felt…

Empty.

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By day three, John was restless.

He walked the beach alone that morning, trying to clear his head. The salt air helped. A little.

But everything reminded him of her.

Of the way she looked at him when he was locked.

Of the way she touched him, teased him, whispered his limits into his ear.

Now, he was just a man with a cock.

Free to use it.

And somehow, it felt like he’d been abandoned.

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Claire was lounging in the sun when he came back.

She looked up from her book. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said too quickly.

She tilted her head. “You sure?”

He nodded.

But she smiled that knowing smile.

The one that made him feel seen.

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That night, he couldn’t sleep.

He rolled toward her under the sheets. Pressed against her back. Naked. Hard.

Claire stirred.

“Mmm?”

“I miss it,” he whispered.

Her body tensed. Then relaxed again.

“Miss what?”

“You know.”

Claire didn’t speak.

He buried his face in her neck.

“Please,” he murmured. “Can I wear it again?”

Silence.

Then, finally, her voice—soft and amused.

“You want your cage back?”

He nodded against her skin. “Yes.”

She turned slowly, facing him in the dark. Her hand slid down his chest.

“You’re begging now?”

“Yes.”

She leaned in. “Good.”

And kissed him.

Not with heat.

But with promise.