Reclaim her?

The weight of Lulu in your lap felt less like a lover's embrace and more like a brand on your soul. The phantom heat of her climax lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of your impotence. Shame coiled in your gut like a hungry viper, its fangs sinking deeper with each passing moment. You longed to tear the damned chastity cage from your body, a rusted symbol of your inadequacy. It was a gilded prison, a constant reminder that you couldn't satisfy the wildfire raging within Lulu.

But beneath the shame, a flicker of defiance ignited. You wouldn't be a mere observer in your own relationship any longer. This elaborate charade had to end. You desperately craved to rekindle the spark in Lulu's eyes, the one that used to be reserved for you. Perhaps there was another way, a path untrodden but no less captivating.

Leaning back slightly, you met Lulu's gaze, a silent plea shimmering in your eyes. "Lulu," you began, your voice rough, "what if there was another way? A way for us to explore intimacy that doesn't involve... him?" The words tasted foreign on your tongue, a challenge you had to make.

Her eyes, still glazed with post-coital bliss, flickered with a spark of surprise. A delicate crease formed between her brows, a hint of the iron will that resided beneath the surface. The challenge had been laid down, and Lulu was a woman who thrived on a good battle.

A slow, predatory smile curved her lips. "[In a husky voice] Maybe there is, darling. But it won't be for the faint of heart. Are you ready to play with fire?"