Page 84 of Starborn Husbands

“You’ve got a chastity fetish—admit it.”

His expression glints with mischief. “I have a chastity fetish and you’ve given me the perfect excuse to use it. You’ve only got yourself to blame.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Lame.” I lean in for a kiss. He’s nice to kiss. “Are you gonna, you know, fuck me while I’m in chastity?”

The thought makes my dick hard.

He glows and cups my face in his massive hand. “I’m going to take full advantage of your body and edge the fuck out of you, dear one.”

Dear one.

“Okay,” I say, totally breathless. He’s stolen all my air.

“Careful, or I’m going to think you have a chastity fetish too,” he says, tilting his head as he studies me.

“Perhaps.” I steal another kiss.

When we part, he lays a smack to my bare ass. “Stop stalling or I’m adding a week.”

“Yes, Sir.”

* * *

I serve Zhang the coffee he brought up—thanking the Gods again for allowing coffee to grow in the Nebuli—and order up food. That’s a perk of being royalty. At home, I would have had to make my own breakfast.

We ride to town in style on his hoverbike. Chastity is done as a service for long-time wear in our Nebula. When it’s for punishment, it’s standard to have added humiliation factor along with the jailing of one’s special parts. If it’s solely for kink, that’s up to the head of house as to how he or she would like it put on.

There are several chairs set up in a row. They are spaced apart, but there isn’t a speck of privacy to be had. Arousal buzzes through my nerves.

A man about my size with white hair strides over.

“Prince Centaurus, what can we do for you?” The man says.

“I have a misbehaved husband who can’t keep his hands away from his genitals. He’s very lucky this time and has only earned himself two days, but I’d like to try something that would be suitable for roughly a one-month sentence. The cage coming off depends on his behavior. I want that to hang over his head so that he’s inspired to be a good boy.”

Heat floods my cheeks, leaving my extremities, and weakening my knees. A month? Gods no. No fucking way.

“Yes, I have a few options. I’ll get you to fill out a little information for me. Your highness?”

It takes a moment for me to realize I’m the “your highness”. “Yes?”

“Strip from the waist down—everything off—and sit in chair number one, please.”

Oh, Gods. This is both the worst and the hottest thing ever. “Yes, sir.” I might be a “your highness”, but a taken in hand is always to address the chastity master as “sir”.

He instructs Zhang to fill out the required information on his digital pad, while I grapple with getting half-naked in public. It feels like everyone is staring at me, but a look around reveals they’re only concerned with their own predicaments. I give a guy across the way a nod of solidarity before stripping from the waist down.

Cool leather greets my bare ass and presses against my dick and balls. Yes, I’m hard. That’s going to be a problem. The chastity master approaches. His hands are gloved, and he’s holding something long and clear.

“Do I need to restrain him?” he asks Zhang.

“Does he?” Zhang asks me with a dark expression. That’s Zhang for,I’d rather not have you restrained, so you’re going to behave, right?

“No, he doesn’t, Sir.”

This sucks. Maybe playing with my dick unauthorized wasn’t such a good idea.

“Feeling regret, Orion?”