Evan - Honesty

 

She was sitting on the bed, smiling. "What?" I asked, blushing.

"Nothing," she said, eyes between my legs. "Just admiring my pretty girl."

I swallowed. "You're thinking about him, aren't you?" I asked, knowing that smile.

"Maybe," she said. "Is that bad? If I was?"

I shook my head, looked down. "No," I said.

"You've been thinking about him, too, haven't you?"

I nodded. "Yea."

"You okay? Jealously wise?"

I shrugged. "I suppose," I said.

"Why just suppose?" she asked.

"I suppose it's different knowing you have feelings for each other," I said.

"You worry? That I'll...leave?" She knew I knew better, but still.

"No, I mean...oddly it's actually better."

"Why?"

"With Evan...I mean...you two tried...I worried more with Matthew."

"Ironic, isn't it? If I never met you I might have ended up with Evan. And knowing him, it wouldn't have lasted and I wouldn't have what I have now."

"I get it," I said, "I just...there was always a part of me that wanted to be, you know..."

She chuckled. "The man in my life?"

I shrugged, almost laughed at the absurdity of it. "Stupid, isn't it?"

Her turn to shrug. "I didn't fall for you that way, love, I fell for you because you weren't that."

"I know, Em, I know. And I love you for that. It's just...sometimes I think about the things he does to you, the things you do to him...there's part of me that...I don't know...fantasizes about it sometimes."

"It's been what...how long?" she asked, looking at my panties.

I shrugged again. "Four months, give or take."

"And at least nine to go."

I raised an eyebrow. "At least? I thought it was for the year."

She smiled. "Assumption on assumption."

"What assumptions?"

"One. You want him to give them back. Two. He agrees to give them back. Three. If he gives them back, you ask me to release you. Four, if he give them back, I agree to release you."

I laughed. "I suppose," I said.

"At the end of the year it will be more than a year; one, two, or all three of us may want more...permanency."

"Permanency."

She shrugged. "Would you want me to unlock you now, even if I could? I've assumed you've enjoyed it."

"I'll admit there's a certain comfort...odd word, I know...to...to not having the option."

"I feel more intimacy from you without the option," she said. "You're very...eager."

"I can only channel things one way," I said.

"You always told me, even in the beginning, you found more pleasure in pleasing me than anything else, that you'd rather serve me without anything in return. How many times did you do that before that," she pointed at the cage, "how many times did you make love to me without squirting yourself? Dozens? Hundreds?"

"Hundreds, I'm sure," I said, thinking of all the times I massaged her, licked her, served her, without anything in return.

"You regret those?"

"No," I answered immediately.

"You'd rather get to do what he does?"

"No," I looked down, imagining him taking her.

"You'd rather I do to you what I do to him?"

"No," I said, imagining her sucking him.

"I like having him in charge of it," she said, "don't get me wrong, I like being in control of it, too, but this is...different...it's like there is no option so we don't get tempted."

"Does he know..."

"Know?"

"That you...the last time you...let me inside you."

She shook her head. "No, I didn't think he'd...I don't know, it sounds stupid, but I didn't think he'd like that."

"He said that?"

"No, not in so many words. Implied, maybe. He knows we don't really do that; I never promised him never, but he's said he likes knowing you're locked...so you can't...do what he does. Feminine you is a role; he likes our roles."

"No competition."

She shrugged. "Yea, I guess. I mean, what man doesn't want to be the only man who has access to his woman's...you know...it's a biological thing with men." I didn't say anything for a minute. "What?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe you should be honest with him."

She laughed. "Tell him I let you fuck me...well...that might not be accurate...I let you put it inside me and squirt? He's liable to keep those keys," she laughed. Then she saw my face, got serious. "Is that what you want?" she asked. "You want him to make this permanent?"

"No, I...that...that's something we should all discuss at the right time. That's nine months away," I said, the reality of how long that was present in my mind. "I just...you're honest with me, you should be honest with him."

"I suppose he can't be mad, we never agreed to that."

I thought about it. Was that what I wanted? Should she be honest? "He knows we're...intimate."

"Of course."

"He knows about...about..."

"His cock?" she smiled. "Yea."

"That we...that you...that I..."

"Yea," she nodded. "He knows."

"If you tell him now, he can think about things...we can think about things."

"I don't know if I want permanent," she said.

"Me either," I said. "Let's just see. Maybe we have it back for awhile then he gets it again for awhile. I just...you're honest with me, I'm okay with honesty with him."