Page 179 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“Good. It’s like a hug every time I sit down.”

He shook his head mockingly, and mouthed, “little slut.”

I shrugged. “You like it.”

“Hmm. Maybe.”

“You liked the show I gave you today, admit it.”

His eyes narrowed. “Did you finish when you left the room?”

I rolled my eyes. “No. I can’t come twice without a vibe.”

As soon as I had spoken, I realized my mistake, and snapped my mouth shut.Crap. I just admitted to breaking rule eight. Reluctantly, I met his gaze.

He’d already known. He was just waiting for me to admit it.Damnit.I walked into that one like a brick wall!

“Um... so...”

He reached under the table and set his briefcase on his lap. From inside, he withdrew a small black bag, passing it over the table to me before setting his briefcase back down on the ground and out of sight.

I took the proffered bag and pulled the drawstrings open, revealing a small pink egg toy.

“Be back in three minutes. Return that bag with your panties inside.”

I blushed as I shakily stood to my feet. The bag was modest in size and looked like a little clutch, so I could get away with walking to the restroom.

He said to return the bag with my panties inside. He didn’t say I had to put the toy in.

But I want to.

He didn’t say I had to turn it on.

But I want to.

I’m going to suffer for this.

But I want to!

I did as he asked, pushing the egg inside me. The skimpy thong I’d worn went into the bag, and I left the bathroom a few moments later, gripping the toy with my muscles and attempting to walk confidently.

The fact that nobody in the room knew I was pantiles with a sex toy in my pussy made me feel like a motherfucking rockstar. The queen brat of all brats. A force to be reckoned with.

That all changed when I sat across from Reuben and handed him the bag. He took it, checked, and put it in his pocket. Then he fiddled with his phone, and the vibe came to life.

It must have been some pre-programmed pattern, designed by some atrocious cruel pleasure Dom, because within thirty seconds I felt myself starting to tingle and melt from the deep pulsing of the toy. A low grumbling, followed by pulses, then high buzzing, then staccato beats... it was dragging me to the edge of pleasure, forcing my muscles to contract and flutter, and then changing right before I could come, and the egg sat right against my g-spot.

I met Reuben’s gaze. He smirked and sliced a piece of chicken from the newest plate of food, holding it out to me on his fork. “Is everything to your... satisfaction?” he asked.

“Mmm,” was all I could manage. I felt myself blush as he licked his lips.

I was a little buzzed, horny as hell from this morning’s unfinished orgasm, and now Reuben Weston was feeding me and teasing me in public. I’d played this game before with other Doms, but nothing had ever been this intense before.

During one particularly intense pattern of vibrations, he leaned forward across the table and whispered in my face, “If you come in front of everyone at this restaurant, it’ll be the last orgasm you enjoy for a month.”

“You said no more than five days,” I whispered, genuinely fighting off the urge. It was one of those staccato beats that forced a strong clench of my muscles, and it was hard to resist.

“I said ‘enjoy,’ not ‘experience.’ If you think for one minute I can’t make orgasms the worst torture you’ve ever had, you don’t know me very well yet. The only reason you experience pleasure, Alice, is because I want you to. Remember that.”

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