Page 323 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

The whole time, he had a peaceful, solemn look on his face. He didn’t really talk to me, since he couldn’t understand me, but sometimes he would reach up and brush my tears away or lean in and kiss my neck. He filed and buffed my nails, painting them with pretty colors, and even sprinkling a little bit of glitter on them. I didn’t even know he had that, and I squealed when he extracted it, giving me a wink before sprinkling it on.

After an hour, I had cried and mumbled and babbled myself out. I didn’t feel so numb anymore, and I felt like I was ready to talk to him. He had a weird purple flashlight he was holding over my nails to cure them.

“Where did you learn to do this shit,” I mumbled around my gag. He cocked his head and moved the light to the next nail.

“Sir,” I tried to say.

That he understood. He looked up at me. “You want me to take the gag off?” I nodded. He did so, dabbing at my chin and neck to clean up the drooly mess I’d made. “There. Better?”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry I was being horrible today.”

“You weren’t being horrible. You’ve been out of it lately.”

“I’m sorry for hurting myself and telling you not to touch me. I do love being yours. Thank you for... painting my nails, I guess.” Being pampered wasn’t much of a punishment... but it had cheered me up, and the catharsis had been what I needed, whether I wanted it or not.

He froze for a moment and looked up at me with a strange look on his face.

“What?”

“That’s the first time you’ve done that,” he said softly, like he was speaking to himself more than to me.

“Done what?”

“Thanked me for discipline, unprompted.”

He was looking at me all sweet and romantic and shit, and I just did not have it in me to deal with that right now. “Oh whatever,” I rolled my eyes, looking away uncomfortably. “It is not.”

He smirked and returned to drying my nails with his ultraviolet light, and chose not to push the fact.

Chapter 69

Two weeks later

“So let me get this straight. You looked him in the eye and told him toshove his rules up his ass?”

I was hanging out with my fellow brat-kind on a Friday evening at The Underground. Sir was supposed to arrive any minute to pick me up and bring me to dinner at some fancy restaurant, and then we would go home to play. I had a feeling he was going to tease me like he did last time and make me wear vibrating panties or something.

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