Page 298 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

I was trying to say “I took the batteries out” around the ball gag, but he figured it out by opening the battery slot. “Too bad. I guess I’ll just have to add a punishment. You’re really racking them up here, aren’t you? What are we at now, five?”

I argued with him, but I knew he couldn’t tell what I was saying.

“Hm. Can’t understand you. I think it’s five.”

He grinned at my continued attempts to speak. The ball gag was too big for my mouth and it just sounded like a bunch of random noise. And now I was drooling down my chest in the least sexy way possible.

“Well, it’s a good thing I brought some of these others, then. We haveall those toysto try out. Let’s see what you like.”

Reuben spent the next hour trying out a variety of different toys on me: wands, eggs, dildos of all different sizes. The bastard knew me well enough by now that he was able to keep me from coming just by removing the toys at the worst possible time, mocking me for my cries. I was quickly learning that edging was far worse than ruins. At least a ruined orgasm would allow some relief, even though I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it.

Once he exhausted the toys, I thought my torture was over. But no, he pushed them aside and leaned forward on his elbows, lowering his face to my belly.

“Have I told you how incredibly sinful your body is, monster girl?” His voice was a dark, animalistic purr, and he opened his mouth to let his tongue drag across my skin. I was so on edge from the teasing that it felt amazing, even though it wasn’t enough to send me over.

God please, this is too much.

I knew I could make it stop. I could easily safeword out of this. We had established a gesture for when I was gagged; tugging at my restraints and grunting quickly would get his attention and end my torture.

But I didn’t want it to end, I wanted to come! Maybe if I moaned and begged and cried enough, he’d let me? But I doubted it. He was enjoying my suffering far too much. And that’s why I didn’t want it to end. Because I loved how he was able to be himself with me. I loved that he didn’t hold back from me, that I didn’t have to beg through my gag for more, harder, meaner. That I didn’t have to brat in the middle of a session to piss off my top and get them angry enough to give me what I needed.

Shit. He was right all along. All I had to do was ask.

I frickin’ hate this man. Always right, always good to me, and always so damn mean.

I lifted my head as much as I could to watch as he dragged his open mouth across my hips and my mons, letting me feel the scratch of his teeth and the roughness of his beard on my skin. One of his arms snaked around my leg and he squeezed my thigh, slowly at first, and then harder, until I moaned and then cried out as his fingernails cut into my skin. My eyes fell shut and I felt him smile against my inner thigh, and then sink his teeth into my flesh, biting down hard enough to make me scream.

He groaned at the sound of my pain, and I felt myself gush, a burst of wetness spilling from my traitorous pussy. He was truly enjoying me, both my pain and my pleasure. And that, unfortunately, was something I could suffer for.

So I swallowed my safeword and took what he gave me, letting my head fall back on the pillow and my eyes fall shut, drowning in whatever next sensation he decided was my fate.

It turned out my fate was to feel his finger gently prod my slit, scooping up my cum dripping from my sex, and press the wetness into my asshole. I screamed and tried so damn hard to come, squeezing my pussy and flexing and thrusting my hips against nothing, but it was no use.

He knew what I needed. A splash of pain, a burst of pleasure, and a fucking growl in my ear. Instead, all he did was laugh.

I felt myself start to cry, and then laugh. My laugh turned into a moan as he gently wiggled his finger inside my asshole.

I attempted to speak to him around my gag. “I will do anything you want me to if you make me come!”

“What was that?” he said, looking up at me with a snide look. “Not sure I caught that.”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh. That one I caught.” He thrust his finger into my ass harshly, deeper than before, wiggling it faster. Good God in heaven, or maybe hell, I was so fucking close, but he would not let me–

He lowered his face right between my legs, and, with a smirk, blew a tiny gust of air right at my clit.

It hit me with just enough tenderness to make for a delicious orgasm. Just as my eyes flew open and I felt my body open up to another dimension to explode in pleasure, he yanked his finger out of my ass, and pinched the back of my knee.

One bright, delicious taste... and it was gone. I felt the remnants of my pleasure cut out like a flipped breaker, even though I fell into pure relief from the ruin. I could do nothing but lay there and sob in the strange combination of relief and fury.

And also that other thing that was in the back of my head that I didn’t want to think about right now. That thing that got way worse when he looked up at me from between my legs in smug satisfaction, as if he were so damn proud of himself, and so proud of me.

He climbed off the bed and I heard the water running. Returning a moment later, he helped me out of my bondage and held me against his him, letting my tears spill onto his chest and run onto his bedspread.

He stroked my hair and buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply and sighing in pleasure. Desperate for any kind of pleasure after mine had been wrenched away, I threw my leg over his hip and pressed my hips against his stomach. He rolled over on his back and held my hips firmly in place, staring up at me as I ground myself against him, sobbing.I can get it back. I can get back there and rub one out on his fucking stomach, and I’ll do it, too.

He let me try. He held me firmly with one hand, and I felt his other hand go behind my back. He jerked himself as he watched me struggle and grind and thrust against his stomach, desperate to relight the fire that had burned out.

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