#sapphiccontrol

[clairehartpublishing1]

Sometimes, she makes her wait. Sometimes, she holds her slow. Sometimes, she whispers worship into trembling skin.

But tonight?

Tonight, she’s rough.

Because her girl was teasing. Because her voice got bratty. Because there’s a cage on her husband's cock— and the woman in front of her knows exactly why.

Because she likes being taken.

Not by a man.

But by her.

The one who doesn’t ask for obedience—she earns it. The one who knows how to break a woman open and put her back together again. The one who makes her feel small and sacred in the same breath.

Fingers tight in her hair. Mouth at her ear. Panties pulled aside like a promise.

And her husband?

Still waiting. Still locked. Still forgotten.

[clairehartpublishing1]

I didn’t expect my friends from the Lesbian dating site to get so excited when I told them about your cage. Now they want to lock up their husbands too. They're dying to see what it looks like.

Be a good boy, sweetie— Show them what real devotion looks like.

[clairehartpublishing1]

She Keeps the Keys

She’s had seventeen boyfriends. She never slept with any of them.

Every single one begged to be locked for her. And when she broke up with them? She kept the key. Every time.

Not one of them knows she’s a lesbian. That she’s never once been tempted to unlock them. That she and her girlfriend have a little wager— who can lock the most men and never give them release.

They call it “the lipstick game.” It's close, but she's winning.

✨ Claire Hart writes playful cruelty, sapphic seduction, and the sweet ache of men who never stood a chance.