Page 300 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

Reuben attempted tokeep me busy over the next few days. What I had misunderstood and not clarified about my three-turned-five ruined orgasms was that he did not intend to give me all of them on the same day. No, I was to be subjected to five days of torture and edging, a ruin somewhere in the middle, and then further edging to make me needy and desperate again.

Such an asshole.

He was so damn happy, smiling and strutting around the house with his head held high and his shoulders back. He constantly wore a satisfied and smug look on his face and it made me really truly despise him.

And other stuff that we weren’t talking about. But hey. At least I could admit that I was ignoring it.

He gave me chores and tasks that he forced me to do by threatening more edges, but he also took me out and kept me busy and distracted. On Friday, we went to the Asheville mall, and we took Sophie with us. We saw a movie and then went shopping. He bought her a stuffed lion and me a purple water tumbler with glittery hearts all over it.

On Saturday, he took me to the lake by his house, cuffed my wrists behind my back, and put my feet in a spreader bar. He fed me fruit, chocolate, finger sandwiches, and scones from the picnic basket he’d brought, and then lapped up the mess of fruit dip and sauce that had dripped down my body during the messy process.

By the end of the third evening, I was dizzy with need, my body aching and my limbs quivering. He held me in his arms while we watched a movie on the couch, his arms around my stomach and his lips pressed into the side of my neck. He nibbled and licked me, biting and sucking my skin and leaving a trail of little red marks all down the side of my neck and across my shoulder. I had no idea what movie we watched.

And every night, he’d wrestle me into my bed or his, tie me down, and edge me until I screamed so loud I’d wake the neighbors.

If we had any.

The morning of the fourth day was Sunday, and we were supposed to go to church. I was practically drooling with need and had slept fitfully the night before because the asshole hadn’t even given me a ruin last night, just edged me with his toys and his cruelty.

Of course, he was jacking off every night, coming on my back, or in my hair, or on my belly, letting me beg and drool for that nice thick cock I couldn’t have.

I’d tried to beg. I’d told him I wasn’t sure if I could do this. His response was to look down at me with a smirk and say, “It’s your call, monster girl.” And I knew what that meant.

If I called it, if I safeworded, he’d tie me to some immovable surface and force me to come until I passed out... and then probably slap me awake and make me come more. Oh, I’d get my satisfaction, all right.

But I’d also miss out on burning with lust for the man who made me feel safe, and the look on his face and the sound of his voice when he came from watching me suffer.

I was so damn out of it that I felt like I wasn’t myself. The only thing I could think about was sex, my empty pussy, and my poor, needy clit. Which, to be fair, was better than being a complete chaotic yoyo of emotions, but I was nearing my limit.

He could tell I was torn about it. That Sunday morning, over coffee, he asked, “Are you alright, monster?”

“Sir... This has to be it for me today. I can do today... but I need to know it’ll be over by tonight.”

He took my hands and kissed the tips of my fingers. “Okay, little bug.”

My eyes filled with tears. “Are you disappointed in me,” I choked.

He coughed in disbelief, rose, and came around the table directly in front of me, crouching down in front of me and holding my face in his hands. “Fuck no, I’m not disappointed in you. Not only am I impressed, I’m completely obsessed with you.”

His hands tightened around my face, and I sighed at the comfort of his firm grip. “You know that’s a dangerous place to be, beautiful... a sadistic bully obsessed with you.”

“Yeah, I know,” I whispered back. “But you’re a safe one, so I’m okay with it.”

The look on his face... damn. It would be easy to let myself fall into someone who looked at me like that.

On our way to church, my phone started buzzing with missed calls and texts, and my forehead wrinkled as I read through them.

Alex: No news yet. Just got to the house

Alex: Call me when you get a chance

Alex: FYI you’re safe

I called her as we pulled up on church property. When Reuben parked his car, I turned the phone to speaker.

“Alice,” Alex’s voice came through the speaker, sounding tired.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I just got your messages. I think I have bad reception at Reuben’s house.”

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