Not Even a Taste (Cuck/Male)

You sat back and smiled, watching her twirl around in front of the mirror. There was something so…**** about how she looked at this moment, You could almost see a phantom hand on her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees. You could imagine her looking up, eyes shining, as she looked at him. Her lips parting.

The thought made your cock strain in your pants. You blushed softly and tried to tuck it into your waistband, in case Kaori turned back and saw it. You weren’t fast enough. Kaori caught you, in the middle of the process, and a naughty smile came to her face.

“Mph. Darling. I know you like watching me. Maybe, you should look away though. Since, hehe, I’m not dressing up for you, am I?”

Your jaw dropped. Had Kaori just said that? You didn’t think she had it in her. Maybe, now that she knew about your kink, she was starting to get into it too.

You blushed and started to stammer, but Kaori answered back with a trick that was certain to work on you. Big, puppydog eyes. She asked you again to turn away, since this wasn’t for you. Finally, you obediently turned your back so you couldn’t see her.

In your pants, your already hardened cock stirred. You were already feeling quite worked up. Later tonight, you were going to have to ask her if you could have intimate time together. And maybe, if you were lucky, she wouldn’t kick you out of bed. Then again, she might do that if you were lucky too…