Page 269 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“Good girl,” he whispered, and I felt my clit begin to tingle even more as he spoke. “Close your eyes... pulse.”

I shouted in a strange combination of pain and pleasure as I felt a burst of heat through my clit and pussy. I felt like I was already on the edge of an orgasm, and he’d barely touched me.

Distantly, I realized that Reuben had complete control over my body right now. Oh, I am in so deep. It’s true... he could get me to do anything.

But instead of that thought scaring me, I felt safe, and excited.

He held the rose toy up against my sex, setting the little opening surrounding my clit, and holding the dildo part against my inner thigh. Then he wrapped the tape around my leg until it anchored the toy in place. He hadn’t turned it on yet, but I was already a little scared. This is going to hurt... and it’s going to be awesome.

Then he started with the clothespins. He clipped them down the backs of my legs and arms, working the twine through the pins so he could tear off the zipper at once when he wanted to. He placed each one carefully, kissing and licking and biting my skin, making it sensitive, and then gently clipping the clothespin onto me.

He removed my piercings, playing with them for a few moments before setting them aside. The sensation of him sliding the little bars in and out of my nipples while he flicked his tongue across them made me cry with need. So much pleasure, so strange of a feeling...

He laughed at me. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you to.”

“It feels so good–”

“But it’s going to feel better when you’re screaming.”

I shivered in need and anticipation.

My breasts properly lavished and swollen with need, he added a half-ring of clothespins to the underside of my breasts, making sure to place one over each nipple. I was trying to keep my breathing steady. He hadn’t even picked up the paddle yet, but the pinching all over my body of the clothespins mixed with the tingling in my breasts was intoxicating.

The last of the pins added to my skin, I heard him walk away and select an item from the table with which to punish me. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but I was excited and a little floaty. He walked back around behind me, and I kept my eyes down on the floor. It hurt my neck to crane it upwards and see what he had chosen, and I’d know soon enough.

“My pretty little baby, all strung up and quivering... let’s get you some color on those beautiful cheeks.”

I heard the sound before I felt the pain; the wooden paddle struck my ass with a loud smack, and a moment later, my skin was on fire.

“Oh fuck,” I sighed. Oh yes. Thank God.

A few more strikes of the paddle, and then another sensation; the cat-o-nine flicked against the already sensitive spot he’d been paddling, searing hot painful stripes across my ass. Before I could cry out, he was paddling me again, this time on the other cheek.

I caught my breath and focused on the feeling of heat and pain and pleasure building in my body. Slowly, steadily, everything around me evaporated until all I could hear was the sound of my abuse, the growls and the heavy breathing from Sir, and the embarrassing moans coming from my own mouth. I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t even beg him. And what would I beg for? More pain? Release? A break? Mercy? For it to never end?

There is nothing I want right now. There’s nothing I can even ask for. I surrendered myself completely to him, laughing and crying as I soaked up every strike, every kiss of affection he gave me.

He was horrible to me. Mocking me for my screams, laughing at my whimpers, alternating strikes on my ass between the tools of his choice, giving me so much blinding pain that I had to gasp and choke for breath. The bastard stopped every time before I erupted, forcing me to maintain the tension in my body.

On one longer break, he set his toys aside and walked around me, pulling my face up in his hand. I stared up at the Beast, a cruel glare on his face, his dark, deep-set eyes glittering, his face flushed with exertion, and his breath coming in gasps. He was rock-hard in his pants at my torture.

“This is the last round, toy. Take what I give you, okay? And you can come when I say.”

I couldn’t speak, so I tried to nod. His answer was a hard slap across my cheek. I felt my lips pull up in a smile as I gasped. He scoffed at my reaction and circled back behind me. A moment later, the paddling and the strikes began again.

My whole ass stung and burned, and part of me wondered if the drip down my legs was sweat or blood. He’d never beaten me this hard before. I felt like he had finally released himself on me, finally showed himself to me. He trusted me enough to be real and open with me. How could I not repay that by taking everything he gave me?

I heard him groan in pleasure, and it sent a sharp shock through my whole body. I resisted my release as hard as I could, but my pussy began to flutter. Before I had a chance to realize what was happening, he turned on the toy, grabbed my hair at the roots with one hand, and yanked off the zippers with the other.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

...and then I was...

...and he...

...we were white...

...and I was part of the stars, and the sun, and the sky.

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