After hours.

When John was out the door and she securely locked it, Sarah turned to Michael. He was still sitting there, bound and completely helpless. Something about that position made him look really attractive. Like he was on display for her, she stalked over to him almost silently now she wasn't wearing any heels. She sat down between his knees. Michael jumped slightly as she lay her arms on his thighs.

"So, what do you think about my boyfriend? Now that you have met him?" Michael was still blinded by the hood, and most of his facial features were hidden. She wondered what expression his face had. The question made him shiver excitedly. Michael licked his parched lips to lubricate them.

"He seemed nice." He didn't really know what to say and had barely said a word to each other. On top of that, Michael hadn't been able to see how he looked. He wondered if it was the same guy from their first experiment. Sarah was once again playing with the precum running from Michael's cage. She was letting it accumulate on her four fingers.

"You're making such a mess. You know you embarrassed yourself and me tonight. He probably thinks you are such a horny pervert now that he knows you get off on being locked up like this." She flicked the top of the cage while gathering up the precum. She inspected the clear liquid on her fingers before moving them closer to Michael's mouth.

"Open your mouth." Michael did as he was told and opened his mouth. Sarah turned over her hand and wiped it off on his tongue and lower lip.

"I don't know if I can release you before you calm down." This was definitely not helping Michael's disposition. He felt tired and mysteriously drained even though he had been sitting still the entire evening.

"Sarah, please." Those words changed everything. Sarah looked up at Michael's hood clad face. She realized that she may have gone too far. He had said her name, and just like that, it wasn't fun anymore. Sarah stood up and pulled the hood off his head. Underneath ly his tasseled hair and closed eyes. The light from the room was bright enough to blind him. She continued to remove his binds and wet pants. Then she helped him up and moved him to the sofa. She brushed aside his hair and scooched up to him. She let him take a minute to acclimatize back to that free world again.

"Hey, can I get you anything, babe?" she asked, Michael took a few seconds before answering.

"Something to drink, please." Sarah got up and rushed to the kitchen, where she opened and poured a large glass of his favorite soda. She brought it back to him and sat down next to him again. Michael took that glass and started drinking, Sarah stroked his chest as he drank observing him intently.

"Do you want me to unlock this?" she asked, tapping the cage. Michael nodded as he continued to drink. Sarah again got up and walked to the bedroom, where she dug up the chastity keys. On the sofa again, she released his cock and gave it a gentle rub. It was still slick from precum. She focused on his dick so as not to meet Michael's eyes.

"I'm sorry about tonight. I was so into it I just..." Michael lay his hand on hers. The marks from the collars were still visible on his wrists.

"It's okay. I just needed a break." His hand squeezed hers and rubbed hers back. Sarah waited for Michael to continue.

"It was very intensive." She looked up from their hands and met his eyes. There was no annoyance or anger in them. His eyes were tired but smiling. She gingerly moved closer to his nose, constantly searching his eyes before taking a leap of faith, closing them, and going for the snog. She found his lips. His kisses felt a thousand times better than usual. Maybe it was because they hadn't kissed for a week, or maybe it was because they had done something risky, and their relationship might survive this.