Mom locked me in chastity
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Eighteen-year-old Maya Bennett wakes from her picture-perfect birthday to find a locked metal belt bolted to her body-her parents' "gift" to guard her virtue and fast-track an arranged marriage to golden boy Grant Ellison (who, shockingly, doesn't even have the key). Trapped in a suburban fairy tale turned prison, Maya sparks with her father's magnetic houseguest, Jordan Reyes, and turns a disastrous first date with Grant into an unlikely alliance to expose who's really holding the lock on her life. With best friend Claire as her ride-or-die, Maya plays the good daughter by day and plots by night-smiling for church committees, stealing moments with Jordan she can't afford, and learning to turn every rule into leverage. It's a razor-edged, slow-burn rebellion about purity, power, and a girl who decides if they're going to cage her, she'll make the cage her weapon.
Chapter 1
Oct 30, 2025
Late-spring sunlight floods our dining room, turning polished wood and crystal into mirrors. Church music hums from the speaker. The air feels both festive and suffocating.
Happy birthday, inmate. Welcome to adulthood.
Aunt Diane kisses me twice, once on each cheek. "Eighteen! My goodness, Maya. You're a woman now."
"Thank you, Aunt Diane."
"Your mother tells me you've been helping with the church fundraiser. Such a good girl."
I smile. It's the smile I've practiced since I was twelve. "Just doing my part."
Mrs. Carmichael from next door corners me by the punch bowl. "You must be excited about college, dear."
"I really want to go."
"Your mother mentioned you'll be staying local. The community college is so close to home."
"We're still discussing it." We're not discussing anything. The decision was made without me.
Dad works the room like a politician, all handshakes and loud laughter. Mom glides between guests with mechanical grace, adjusting napkins, refilling glasses. Every movement choreographed.
The door bursts open and Claire tumbles in, auburn hair wild, carrying a gift bag that's shedding glitter. "I'm late, I know. Traffic was insane."
"Claire!" I hug her harder than necessary.
"Happy birthday, babe." She leans close. "I brought reinforcements. Meet me in your room in five."
I laugh, the first real sound I've made all day. Mom appears instantly, smile tight.
"Claire. How lovely. Your parents couldn't make it?"
"Dad's at a conference. Mom sends her love." Claire's already moving toward the stairs. "Mind if I freshen up?"
In my room, she produces two wine coolers from her oversized purse, condensation already beading on the bottles.
"Claire, if my parents catch us—"
"They won't. Now drink. You look like you need it."
The first sip is sweet and cold. The second goes down easier. By the time we return downstairs, warmth spreads through my chest and everything feels slightly softer.
The Ellisons arrive. You can tell they have money by the way they wear it. Mrs. Ellison's pearls catch the light.
Mom's voice changes, softer and reverent. "Emma, Michael, thank you so much for coming. This is my daughter, Maya."
"What a beautiful young woman." Mrs. Ellison's smile is warm but assessing. "Eighteen today. What an exciting time."
"Thank you, Mrs. Ellison."
"Good families raising good daughters." Mr. Ellison nods at Dad. "It's rare these days."
Claire catches my eye and mimes gagging. The wine makes me bite back a giggle.
Then arrives a tall gentleman I don’t know. Everything sharpens. His black hair just starting to gray at the temples, the kind of handsome that makes my stomach drop. When Dad introduces us, “Maya, this is my old friend, Jordan Reyes.” He extends his hand.
"Happy birthday, Maya."
The handshake sends heat up my arm. His palm is warm, calloused.
"Thank you."
"David's told me a lot about you. Though he failed to mention you'd grown up so much."
There's something in his voice that makes my skin feel too tight. Dad laughs, claps him on the shoulder.
"Last time you saw her, she was what, ten?"
"Time flies." Jordan's brown eyes hold mine for a beat too long.
Dinner stretches long. Jordan sits diagonally across from me, and every time someone says something absurd, his eyebrow lifts. Mr. Ellison declares that "traditional values are the bedrock of society," and Jordan's mouth twitches. I have to look away before I laugh.
Mrs. Carmichael beams at me. "You must be thinking about marriage now. Finding a good Christian husband."
"I'm only eighteen."
"Oh, but that's the perfect age! You don't want to wait too long."
Jordan takes a sip of wine, eyes dancing. I roll mine. He nearly chokes.
Claire leans over, whispering. "You okay there, Mr. Reyes?"
"Fine." He coughs. "Just went down the wrong way."
I study him in stolen glances. The nick on his knuckle. The way he actually listens when people talk. Every time he looks at me, heat pools low in my stomach.
After dessert, couples drift into the living room. Claire refills my punch glass, winking. The room tilts pleasantly. Dad stands, extends his hand.
"One dance with the birthday girl?"
I let him lead me through a stiff waltz. He smells like aftershave and certainty.
"You've made us very proud, Maya."
"Thanks, Dad."
"We have some exciting news to share soon. Good things are coming."
Before I can ask what he means, he spins me toward Jordan and places my hand in his. "Can't let my oldest friend sit out all night."
Jordan looks startled but recovers. "I appreciate it."
His hand settles on my waist, and I forget how to breathe. My head is spinning, and it has nothing to do with the wine. He's warm and solid. My pulse hammers in my throat, my wrists, between my legs.
"Your father throws a good party."
"My mother throws it. He just shows up." My voice sounds breathless.
He laughs, low and quiet. "Fair point."
His thumb moves slightly against my waist. I feel it through the fabric. The room is too hot. I'm too aware of my body, of his, of the space between us that feels both too much and not enough.
Claire appears from nowhere, executing an exaggerated bow. "May I cut in?"
Jordan steps back. The loss of contact feels like cold water. Claire spins me away, grip tight on my waist.
"Okay, you need to breathe."
"I'm breathing."
"Barely. You two were practically combusting." She grins. "Also, for the record? That man is absurdly hot and you're allowed to notice."
"Claire—"
"What? You're eighteen now. You're allowed to want things."
Heat floods my face. I shove her shoulder, but I'm laughing.
Guests start leaving around ten. Mom fusses over leftovers. Dad walks Jordan to the door.
"Great party, David. Thanks for having me."
"Anytime. We'll talk more tomorrow about that project."
Jordan's eyes find mine across the room. "Goodnight, Maya."
"Goodnight." My voice sounds strange to my own ears.
I climb the stairs, gripping the railing. My room feels too warm. I collapse onto the bed, still in my dress. Claire's laugh. Jordan's hand on my waist. Freedom. Want. The words drift through my mind like smoke.
The world tilts sideways. My limbs grow heavy. I hear Mom's door click shut down the hall. Darkness folds over me, thick and complete.
I wake to gray light and a pulse hammering in my ears.
Something cold hugs my waist. Immovable. Wrong.
I look down and see metal. A belt wrapping around me, locked between my legs. I shove at the lock until my fingers ache.
It doesn't move.
Mom locked me in chastity
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