Page 293 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“I was thinking,” she said. “If he was in orange and wearing handcuffs, that probably means a re-trial. If it’s a first trial or sentencing, that means he’d be in a suit. If he’s in an orange jumpsuit and cuffed, it means he camefromprison, or at least from jail.”

I paused and thought back to the vision. She was right; his face looked scruffy in the vision, and he looked a little rough.

“Which means this isn’t going to be an easy one-and-done process. There’s going to be a trial, and then a re-trial... Ugh, this is going to suck ass.”

“Speaking of ass.” I gave her a few light spanks. Somehow planning Alice’s torture and teasing, had calmed me to the point where I could think straight again. I was no longer stressed or scared. I had my head back, and my hands itched to get back on her skin.

“Change your mind?” I could hear the smile in her voice. She wiggled her ass back and forth suggestively.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” She continued wiggling, practically humping the floor.

“You really want me to punish that ass don’t you,” I said, and I saw the goosebumps break out on her skin as I dropped my tone. “You do, you little slut. Such a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?” I squeezed her cheeks and pulled them apart.

“Mmmm...”

“What if I want it to hurt?” I pressed the ball of the anal hook against the pucker of her asshole and she gasped at the cold metal pressed against her. “What if I want to see you squirm and cry for me?”

She huffed an unamused laugh, and her voice was cold and sarcastic. “You can try. But I don’t think you can. Not today.”

That was brat code forplease make my cry or I’m going to explode.

Okay, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.

I shoved the hook in. Her greedy little asshole resisted for only a moment, and then swallowed the ball. She struggled and groaned and complained as I pushed it in a little further, a bit at a time, until it was seated properly. Then I left her there on the floor to go get a bottle of warming lube and my extruder. Putting it in dry was one thing, but she needed lube back there to not get legitimately injured.

She looked back at me with a fierce glare, and her eyes widened as she saw me pouring the lube into the extruder. “What’s that?”

“You’re going to find out here in a minute.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

I pushed the nozzle into her asshole, and growled in her ear, “I’m going to hang you from the ceiling and watch you squirm.”

She let out a confused cry when I pushed the pump of the extruder, forcing the lube into her ass. Oh, she squirmed alright. Moments after a sensual moan, she realized this was not just regular lubricant, and she wiggled and writhed on the ground. I felt myself smile at her reaction. The anger and the stress evaporated right out of my body as I watched her. I loved the way she looked at me when she was like this: uncomfortable, turned on, desperate, and pissed off about the whole situation.

It took some time to rig her up with how wiggly she was being, but eventually, I had her hanging from one of the suspension beams, slowly rotating because of her squirming. The anal hook was tied to her hair, and if she dropped her head, it would push deeper into her, furthering her writhing. She hung high enough that her face was slightly above mine.

“Now that I have you where I want you... what should I do with you?” I brushed her bangs out of her eyes. They were getting longer, and it was about time for a trim. “Now that you’re stuck here, completely at my mercy.” I cupped her breasts, squeezing as gently as possible, and brushed my thumbs over her nipples.

She bit her lip and growled, which was funny coming from her. “I thought you were going to make me cry, not make me come!”

“Oh, so you don’t want to come?”

“Wait... that’s not what I said.”

“Maybe that’s what I’ll do,” I said, pretending to consider it. “You’re going to be locked up here with me for a few days. What a perfect opportunity to edge the living hell out of you. You do seem to love that chastity belt.”

She shook her head but stopped immediately as the jerking of her head made the hook move inside her.

“Yeah... I like that idea. Get you nice and desperate and needy... that’ll be a good distraction, won’t it? Keep that busy little brain turned off and focused on one thing and one thing alone... how badly you need to come for me.”

I could see her getting hornier by the second, her pupils dilating and her face flushing at the idea of being edged for several days. “No, please don’t do that to me, Sir–”

I caught her chin and stopped her slow twirling, making her look at me. “But you’re getting all pink. You love the idea. And you wanted a distraction, didn’t you? Because you’re so scared right now. Aren’t you? What are you really scared of Alice? What is it that’s clawing at your brain that you’re blocking out right now?”

I let my voice soften as I spoke, dropping the teasing, menacing tone I’d used and opting for something kind instead. She hated it when I was kind to her. She’d rather me bully her, because then she could hate me.

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