He tucked the key in his pocket. Her eyes followed it as it disappeared into that crevice.
"You're going to have to earn it from now on", he told her, his voice calm and yet solidly uncompromising.
She wasn't the one teasing anymore, she wasn't the one stringing him along. Now she was the one who had to chase. She would have to please, and she would be teased.
Locked in his tight, T-shaped chastity belt, her pussy caged, she had no sexual cards to play.
The rules of the game had changed; she couldn't fuck, she couldn't even diddle herself.
And yet, she felt a drive, an ambition to earn it, to prove herself to him by pleasing him.
As he traced his finger over her encased, imprisoned crotch, she bit her lips, and felt a wanton neediness sugared with a sense of purpose.
The rules had changed, but she could adadapt.
She smiled. She could earn it, and then some.