Page 227 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“I bet it does.”

Unbuckling her ankles and her wrist, I took hold of the chain and led her towards her room. Tried to stand, but I pushed her down.

“No, nasty little rodents crawl on their hands and knees, don’t they? Come on, Hellion.”

She whimpered and dropped her head, crawling awkwardly, not wanting to squeeze the ginger, but unable to resist. Guiding her to her room, I sat down on the side of her bed and pulled her over my knee.

“Now... let’s see about that spanking you seem to want so bad.”

“No!” She wriggled and squirmed, trying to get off my lap, but I held her firmly.

“No? You don’t want a spanking?”

“No, please Sir! Not with the ginger, please, it hurts so bad...” she tried to look up at me, desperate for sympathy or mercy, but the look on her face was just making me harder.

“But you love it when I hurt you, don’t you?” I gave her a nice hard smack on both cheeks. She shouted and dropped her face into the bedspread. “That was what you wanted today, wasn’t it? You wanted me to hurt you.” Another few smacks on her ass, and then I kneaded her cheeks and legs, pulling and squeezing her open. “That’s why you were such a bad little girl.”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

“Besides, goblin. You’ve got cum dripping down your legs. It’s completely coating your thighs. You’re such a wet, messy, needy little thing, aren’t you? And you want my affection and my marks, don’t you?”

She squirmed at my words but answered. “Yes Sir.”

“Ask me. Ask me to spank you.”

“Please...” I saw the fight drain out of her. “Please punish me, Sir. Please spank me.”

Another hard smack. She shouted.

“Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to Reuben Weston.”

“So shut the fuck up and take it, you little whore.”

Spanking Alice was a delicious experience. She usually enjoyed it way too much, which was fun to watch and extremely erotic, but watching her suffer through and hate the thing she normally loved was even better. She wanted more, but she couldn’t stand it. That ginger had to have her asshole on fire by now.

I spanked her until she was screaming, her fingernails digging into my thigh, her pussy absolutely dripping from the torture earlier, the humiliation, and the pain. Her whole ass was flushed red and rosy, and I could see the beginning of some nice welts on her cheeks. And the way she was squirming against my cock was almost too much to handle.

Alice was one of those masochists that could have an orgasm based solely on pain, and not pleasure. It was less of an orgasm and more of a forced release of the built-up tension. Whether she was hoping for it or not, she did finally scream and shudder against me, throwing her head back as she found her release. That gorgeous guttural scream, the look in her eye, and her quivering body rubbing against my cock sent me over the edge, and I groaned as I exploded in pleasure and relief.

Alice sat cradled inmy arms in the bathtub. I had removed the ginger plug and massaged some coconut oil into her poor abused asshole, and she now sat curled up against me in the warm water, her fingers absentmindedly swirling lines into the bubbles that stuck to my chest.

I held her and gently washed the mess of sauce out of her hair. She peered up at me like she wasn’t quite sure what was going on. The glassy galaxies in her eyes seemed to drag me into my own trancelike state.

“You want some more juice?”

She shook her head. I’d brought her a cup of juice while she sat in my arms in the tub, knowing she would probably have a crash if she didn’t get her blood sugar up.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

“For what, little bug?”

She closed her eyes and laid her head against my chest. “For your beast.” I felt it as she drifted off to sleep.

I sat there frozen in shock, appreciation, and affection, and I felt what remained of the walls around my heart crumble to dust.

My girl.The girl I wasn’t going to let go. The girl I was going to keep forever, no matter what.

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