Page 342 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“Yes Sir,” I whispered, and I felt like I was starting to slip into subspace. Which was really weird, because he hadn’t spanked me or choked me or bitten me or anything. But it was a nice place to be, and I sighed as he continued to touch me, just honored and happy that he still wanted me even though I’d been so foolish and stupid last night.

I drifted through the rest of the evening, only halfway aware of the surrounding conversation. After dinner, Sir left my hands unbound, so I extracted my notebook from my purse and began writing my apology letter. We didn’t stay at The Lounge for very long, we just ate and he chatted for a bit, but it was enough time for me to do some writing.

At home, he made me strip and stand in front of him and read the letter out loud. After I finished, I looked up at him tentatively, hoping he was satisfied with my letter.

He had a gentle smile on his face.

“I’m proud of you.”

My eyes spilled over and I chewed on my lip.

“Stop biting your lip – only I get to do that.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Alice, you have grown and learned a lot over the past few months. When we first started this, you would have scoffed at me punishing you for this. You probably would have lashed out at me as well.”

I nodded, laughing a little, embarrassed. He was right, that was exactly what I would have done. I would have pushed back, rolled my eyes, mocked him... when had that changed?

“You ready to take that plug out?”

“Yes Sir!”

He unlocked my belt, let out the valve on the plug, and sent me to the bathroom to remove it and clean up a little. The relief I felt when I finally got the thing out was enough to make me cry. I felt euphoric.

In his room, I found him pouring us a bath. “Oh,” I sighed. “We get to... really?” I asked hopefully.

“You always get aftercare after punishments, you know that.”

I ran to him and threw my arms around his waist, burying my face in his belly. He chuckled and helped me into the warm water, and then stripped and climbed in after me.

He bathed me, brushed my hair, and coaxed me back up from the weird fuzzy mental state I’d found myself in. Eventually I felt much less depressed and more like my old self, and he smiled as he watched me. I found myself yammering about outer space again, though I yelped and shut my mouth when his hand trailed down my back and fingered my asshole slightly.

“You okay down here?”

I nodded, feeling tingly. How was it that after all day being tortured there, I was still horny?

“Good. We’ll do more training there as we go, but I won’t make you quite as miserable.”

I couldn’t help but rock against his finger. He pulled away every time I pushed closer to him. Damn, he was so bad about giving me just enough to want more, but never enough to satisfy. I wanted his fingers and his cock buried deep inside me.

“What a good little fox I have.”

My face fell. “I’m not.”

He fisted my hair and pulled on it until I was forced to look up at him. He cocked an eyebrow.

“Shit. Sorry,” I muttered.There I go, breaking rules again. I’m not supposed to say mean things about myself.

Then I realized that I had just apologized for insulting myself.

“Man,” I whined loudly. “Simon was right. You broke me! I didn’t used tocareif I got in trouble, but then youmade me care!” I shoved his chest.

He just smirked, still holding my hair tightly in his fist. His other hand pressed against the small of my back and–

Both our eyes shot wide as I felt his hard, velvet cock press against my inner thigh.

“Oh hell, will you just fuck me already,” I moaned, rocking into it.

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