Page 343 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

He stood up, letting me fall back into the tub, standing tall above me. Water cascaded off him. His cock stood tall and proud from his hips, and his dark, angry eyes bored into mine.

I opened my mouth in high, high hopes.

He scoffed and turned away.

My eyes fell shut in humiliation, and I shut my mouth and turned away.Fine, I thought.I’m done being desperate for you. Maybe I don’t want you. Fuck you.I bratted one man into fucking me, I could brat another one into it.

But he called that bluff before I even said a word.

He returned to the bath, climbing back in and making the water spill over the side, and pulled me against his chest. My eyes flew open and I looked at him, angry for teasing me but desperate for him all the same.

“Little slut,” he purred, holding my chin and looking proud of himself.

“Fuck you,” I muttered.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes,” I spat, angry about it but honest anyway.

“Well then... prove to me you can handle it.”

He slammed his fist down on the side of the tub, a massive hot pink, suction-cupped dildo sticking straight up from the tile floor. The thing had to be three inches in diameter and at least ten inches long.

Asshole.

I stared at it in horror for all of two seconds, and then bemusement, and turned to look him in the eye. “You’re not that big.”

He tried very hard not to let his expression falter, but he had a tell. This little glimmer of amusement in his eye... yeah. He knew.

“You’re not. I was just staring at your dick three seconds ago, and you’renotthat big.”

His eyes narrowed. Without answering, he clenched his jaw, fisted my hair in his hand, and pushed my face down over the dildo, forcing it down into my throat.

I took incredible joy in watching his eyes widen in shock as I swallowed the massive toy without gagging on it. My asshole Dom had failed to remember that I’d been playing this game for more than half my life. I was good at it. It was one of the only fucking things I was good at.

He stared at me in shock, griping my hair even tighter as I extended my tongue and licked the plastic balls attached to the dildo, moaning around it in a show of desperation.

Don’t get me wrong, it hurt, and my throat was going to be sore as fuck tomorrow. I gagged and struggled with the massive toy until I was able to catch my breath through my nose and force my throat to relax. And then I swallowed, letting my Adam’s apple bob, letting the drool escape my lips, letting my eyes meet his–

He couldn’t hide the look of desire in his eyes. “Little fucking whore,” he choked, his eyes full of need, and pulled me back up off the toy. He yanked me up under the arms and plopped me onto my knees on the edge of the tub, with the dildo between my thighs. “Fuck yourself on it. Right now. Let me watch you.”

He reached out and took my throat in his hand, holding it just firmly enough to have control over me. “You ride that fucking cock right now and show me how bad you want it. Maybe, if you make it good, I’ll let you have mine.”

Whimpering with desire and drenched in need, I pressed up on my knees, impaling myself on the thick toy, wishing to hell it was his. I could see his other hand under the water, fisting his dick and jerking himself. It was gorgeous and sinister; thick, hairy, veiny, and at least eight inches long, the huge bulbous head almost purple with blood.

The toy filled me up far past the point of comfort, but I gritted my teeth and took it anyway because I would be damned if he told me I couldn’t handle him.

He watched as my pussy swallowed the toy, letting out an angry groan as he stared at my body. “That’s right, you fucking beautiful disaster. Show me how bad you need it. Don’t fucking come yet, I swear to God... That’s right. That’s my girl. That’s how I like it.” He shut his eyes and groaned, and for a moment, as his hand gripped tighter around my neck, it felt like I was riding him.

I wanted to come so bad, but I knew if I did, he’d be pissed. He wanted control over my release, and I wanted to give it to him, because I wanted what he did to me. Ugh, bastard, making me want his control!

“Sir, Reuben... please... I need–” I could barely speak my request.

“I swear to God, Alice, don’t even think about it.”

My eyes flew open and I stared at him, riding the toy faster as he choked my neck even harder, almost daring me to come without his permission.

And I could have. I was right there. But I didn’t. fucking. want. to.

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