Page 297 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

Chapter 62

Son of a bitch. Howdo I even get myself into these situations?One minute I’m in the bath having an emotional and spiritual moment with the most awesome Dom on the planet, and the next, I’m naked on the floor and somehow missing out on getting my pussy ate.

I was currently strapped down to Reuben’s bed, naked and cold from the water dripping off my skin, unable to do more than pull at the straps with which he’d restrained me. He had the audacity to leave me here to go get toys to torture me with, and now I was regretting my decision to let him edge me.

Why had I said yes to that?

Oh yeah. Because I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’m–

Na-na-na-na-na! Not listening! Nope! Uh-uh. I am not... emotionally attached... to my Dom!

When he came back, I could feel the smug anticipation radiating off him.He is going to fuck me up. I knew the only way out of this is to accept it and suffer, or to fight like hell.

Let’s go down swinging.

There wasn’t much I could do to fight, though. He started by fitting a ball gag into my mouth. I complained and tried to resist him, but he pinched my nose shut until I had no choice but to open my mouth to breathe. Then he climbed onto the bed beside me, sitting right between my spread legs and laying out the torture devices he’d selected.

“I know how much you like pain with your pleasure,” he said, and he leaned forward with two clothespins in his hands, pinching them menacingly. I braced myself, but the bastard set his elbows on either side of my chest and lovingly alternated running his tongue across my nipples, sucking and nibbling on them with more tenderness than he’d ever shown me before.

Asshole! Bastard! Son of a bitch! Hurt me for fuck’s sake!Because damn, he was getting my tits seriously sensitive, and I knew him well enough to know what that meant.

Sure enough, a moment later, a sharp piercing pain flooded my chest, and I shouted and jerked. He’d set one of the clothespins over my nipple, letting it snap shut harshly and unexpectedly. My eyes flew open and I glared at him. He was laughing at me.

And the worst part was, I loved it. I loved the look on his face, the delight and the hunger and the need, his eyes glowing and that deep, dark rumble coming from his chest at my suffering. I loved the pinch and the flush of pain through my body, and the sweet, pulsing pleasure through my chest at the way his tongue danced around my nipple.

I was very quickly losing this battle of self-control. The asshole might prefer pain, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to give me pleasure.

He tortured my left breast even more than my right, knowing it was my more sensitive side, and took even more time with me. I’d never had an orgasm just from my nipples before, but I was starting to think it was possible.

Snap!I yelped as he closed the clothespin around it.

“Now, let’s see how else I can torture you. I know you’re quite fond of this particular toy,” he smiled, holding up the egg and attempting to turn it on.

Shit. I’d never put the batteries back in. We hadn’t used it since–

When it didn’t turn on, he glared up at me. I whimpered. I couldn’t help it! Now I’d be in even more trouble.

“Oh. So now you’ve taken to sabotaging my toys. What did you do to this one?” He looked genuinely angry.

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