Page 181 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

He returned about fifteen minutes later. Gone was his jacket and button-down shirt and dress pants. Instead, he was wearing a pair of dark sweatpants and a t-shirt with a metal band logo on the front. I could see the tone of his arms through the shirt, and there was just a tiny tuft of dark curly hair on his chest peeking out from the collar of his shirt. He was rock-hard and big under those sweats. I bit my lip at the sight. He looked good enough to eat.

But first I really needed to come.

“Please, Sir,” I said, letting my desperation come through. My eyes watered a little. “Please let me come.”

“You’ve already come today,” he said. “I was going to give you such a nice orgasm this evening... but you stole it from me. So instead, you get all the buildup without the release.”

“No,” I cried, and the tension and desperation I felt made my eyes fill with tears.

He knelt over me, straddling me with another pair of cuffs, and attaching my ankles to my wrists. He ran his hands down my thighs, squeezing, scratching, growling, and I felt myself clench with need.

Then he turned off the egg toy, and reached behind him to retrieve the leather chastity belt he’d had me in before.

“Oh, no, please! Reuben! Sir! No, don’t do that to me. Not... please...”

“What is rule eight, Alice?”

“I won’t come without permission. I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, I’m sorry! Please!”

He left the egg inside me as he strapped the belt around my waist.

“Please,” I begged, “I can’t. I won’t be able to sleep like this.”

“Your tears are so pretty,” he whispered, thumbing them away with so much affection it made my heart ache as bad as my pussy. “I love it when you cry for me. Cry for me some more, baby. What a good little toy.” He kissed and bit my lips, and then licked the tears off my cheek, groaning and grinding himself against me.

I sobbed in frustration. Then I heard the buzz.

“This is the one you stole from my dungeon, isn’t it?” he asked, holding up the vibrator I’d snatched earlier.

“Uh... yes Sir...”

“Well. Let’s see how you like it.”

He let the buzzing dildo glide over my hips, my mons, my inner thighs, my lips, even my nipples. He circled my sex, even pressing it against the metal section of the belt that covered my opening and my clit for just long enough to make me scream. But then he would pull it way moving on to torture me in another place.

I was starting to feel fuzzy again. My whole body hurt, and nothing else mattered but release.

“Please, Reuben, I’ll do anything. I can’t... I need to come.”

“Anything?” he asked.

“Anything.”

“That’s a risky thing to say to me, little bug.”

“Please. I have to... I... I can’t... oh God I need to come. I can’t take any more, please.”

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He turned off the vibrator he’d been teasing me with and left the room.

I let my head fall back against my pillow.

He uses orgasms as weapons.

I was inwayover my head.

A few minutes later, Reuben came back with a device that looked like a syringe. He set it aside before I got a good glimpse of it. He removed the part of the belt that sealed off my sex, and then massaged and squeezed my legs, pressing the heel of his hand against my pussy for a moment to send a powerful shock through me.

He pulled out the egg vibrator and set it aside, and then pushed something long and thin inside me. I moaned at the sensation, a new wave of desperate tears emerging from my eyes.

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