Page 268 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

Chapter 57

“Sweetheart.”

One word, that was all it took.

I’d spent the whole afternoon trying to decide how I was going to get spanked. I decided that finding a way to call him a soft dom, telling him he was a good boy, and saying that I was in charge was the best option.

Nope. Clearly not. Because one word out of his mouth, that soothing, delicious tone and that evil look in his eyes made me melt. If I hadn’t been sitting on the couch, I would have fallen to the floor.

It was like all the fight, all the angst, all the desire to watch him get angry and chase me around evaporated. All the stress from the day, all the thoughts in my head just... floated away. And the ache... oh, the ache inside me, that hot, pulsing, quivering need inside my gut brought me to my knees. I needed to be consumed by him, filled by him, because that was the only thing that would satisfy me... and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, if I was good, that ache would be satisfied.

The worst part was, I loved the ache as much as I wanted it gone.

My camera phone and my bratty plan forgotten, I hurried downstairs to the dungeon. All my clothes came off, folded and set aside. He asked me to pick out toys, and there were a few I wanted to try. I set out some different vibrators, some kind of dildo-rose toy, a paddle, a crop, and a cat-o’-nine. On impulse, I set out the bag of clothespins and twine he’d not gotten to for my last punishment.

I needed to fly.

He came downstairs right as I was climbing onto the spanking bench. We hadn’t used it yet, and it wasn’t quite adjusted for me. He laughed as he saw me struggling to position myself on it, my torso too small for me to properly kneel and reach the elbow supports.

I looked back at him in mild desperation. The weird floating sensation of being in trance was starting to fade, and I felt a little disoriented and annoyed that I hadn’t gotten a chance to be bratty to him. Instead of arguing and making him mad, the only thing I wanted to do was obey. It just felt so good to hear those words in that dark, growly, slightly mocking tone he used to praise me.

“Poor thing,” he teased as I struggled to fit on the spanking bench. “I forgot how small you are. I’ll have to take it apart and readjust it for you. Why don’t we use the stocks instead?” He pointed to another piece of equipment nearby. I hurried over to it and he lifted the top portion, allowing me to put my neck through the padded ring and my wrists through the holes.

Brushing my hair off my neck, he planted a kiss there, and then slowly lowered the top half of the stock, letting it hold me in place. He hadn’t locked or buckled it, just set it closed.

He knelt in front of me, tilting my chin up and holding my gaze. “All play, jokes, and teasing aside... check in. Are you okay? Is this okay?”

I was bent over at the waist, not quite at a right angle. My hair was in my face, and I tried to blow it out of my eyes. He gathered it up in a bunch as if to put it in a ponytail.

“Sir...” I gasped as I spoke. Something about calling him Sir made my pussy pulse. I wanted to say it over and over. I wasn’t sure how I got into this weird headspace, but I was totally okay with it, because the only thing that mattered right now was taking whatever he threw at me. “Please. Please play with me.”

“Little fox wants to play games?” His eyes flashed wickedly.

“Yes Sir!”

“It’s going to hurt.”

“Oh... please.” I think I babbled something about being a good girl if he would just let me fly away and drown with his beast. A beautiful confidence settled over him, and I could see his guard start to come down. That shield he wore all day, the mask he put on around other people that made him look like a polite, professional gentleman... it fell at his feet with my words.

He silenced my rambling by sliding a finger into my mouth, brushing it against my tongue. I sucked it, feeling the rough calluses of his finger and the sharp edge of his nail press into the inside of my cheek. He pressed down on my jaw and added a second, and then a third. I found myself moaning as he began fucking my mouth with his fingers.

He smirked as he teased me, muttering insults under his breath. “Dripping little whore. Reduced to a drooling mess already, aren’t you? Just you wait, goblin girl. I am going to tear you apart.”

He withdrew his fingers and wiped my spit all over my face and chest, then he made his way to the table where I’d laid out the toys.

“Desperate for punishment today, are we?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Have I not been giving you enough attention, sweetheart?”

My whole body warmed as he spoke. Oh, please keep calling me that!

He picked up the rose toy, inspecting it and turning it over in his hands. “Well, we can take care of that.” Digging through a drawer, he withdrew a roll of what looked like black duct tape. Coming up behind me, he knelt and began to run his fingers lightly around my clit, circling it with the lightest touch.

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