Page 217 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“Oh my God, yes please.”

“Only good girls get what they want, sweetheart,” he said, tearing his eyes off my lips. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

My stomach flipped and I nodded, my breath raspy. “Yes Sir. I can be good for you.”

“I know you can. Remember, Alice, good girls don’t come without permission. That’s our rule, isn’t it?”

I nodded as he let go of me, extending his arms to either side over the headboard of the bed. “I want you to show me how you touch yourself. Play with that needy little clit, monster girl.”

My hands slid down my body, squeezing my breasts on their way down to my pussy. He watched as I dipped a finger into my wetness, spreading it around on my clit as I rubbed at it.

“Aggressive, are we?”

“It feels good, Sir,” I moaned.

“Hm. But you should be gentle with that. It’s mine, isn’t it? Your body belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Becauseyoubelong to me.” I loved the way he was looking at me, with so much desire. It was like he was holding himself back from devouring me.

“Yes Sir!”

“Say it.”

“I belong to Reuben Weston.” My statement was more of a moan. At his command, my fingers were moving slower, but somehow it was even more intoxicating. Rubbing my clit with the fingers on one hand, I slid my index finger inside, desperate for more sensation.

“Ah-ah, no...” he slapped my wrist. “Naughty girl. Not yet. That pussy isn’t quite needy enough. And you’re going to be a good girl for me so I can kiss you, aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Hmmm... yes you are. What a good girl I have.” His hands left the headboard and brushed lightly over my nipples. Bright bursts of pleasure shot through my whole body.

“Oh fuck.”

“You love that, don’t you little bug? It feels so good to be my little play toy, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” His voice was smug, and it was making my head spin.

“I’ve never... oh God...” I’d never been so sensitive in my life. I felt like I could come just from the way he was playing with my nipple rings. “Please,” I found myself whispering. “Please, Sir. Please let me come.”

He released my nipples, and I whimpered a complaint, already missing his fingers. But then one finger traced my lips, sending shivers of pleasure through me. His other hand he set around my neck.

There was so much happening at once, that for a split second, I thought I was going to come before he gave me permission. I opened my mouth to beg him again, but before I could answer, he squeezed my neck ever so slightly, and leaned in, taking my mouth with his.

I could feel the softness of his lips and the roughness of his mustache against the top of my lip. He opened his mouth against mine and shoved his tongue inside me, stroking my mouth and sucking on my tongue. It was a battle of passion I could not win, so I surrendered to it, moaning into his mouth as he sank his teeth into my bottom lip.

Then my vision went white as I felt his other hand trail down my body. He moved my hand aside, slowly circling my clit with his fingers.

Oh shit. I can’t stop it. But I couldn’t ask for permission, nor could I beg him to stop, because my mouth was full of him.

The hand on my neck squeezed harder. His fingers circled faster. Then one finger slid inside my aching pussy, thrusting roughly and rubbing against that delicious spot inside me, right as he growled into my mouth.

“Come for me.”

Yes Sir.

“That’s my good girl.”

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