Page 163 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“Oh fuck, please... ugh,” she whimpered when I pulled my hand away.

“Stay,” I growled. “I’ll be right back.”

“Agh!” She squirmed and pulled at the tights that held her wrists, rocking her hips against nothing.

I returned with the tool I’d set out in my room, keeping it hidden so she wouldn’t fight me until it was too late. She didn’t get a good look at it when I came back in, and I set it aside and crushed my mouth to hers, effectively distracting her and blocking out her view of what I was about to do.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, little bug,” I whispered against her mouth.

“Yes Sir!”

“Say it. Tell me who you belong to.” I nipped at her lip and then dragged my tongue across it.

Her voice quivered and her breath was coming faster. “I belong to Reuben Weston.”

“That’s fucking right you do.” Before she had a moment to react, I very quickly grabbed the leather strap, hauled her legs up, and buckled the chastity belt around her waist, locking it into place with a tight strap between her legs. “And I like to keep what’s mine all nice and locked up,” I grinned, “ready and hot for when I want it.”

“Oh,fuck no!”

She squirmed and kicked at me, but it was too late. I stood up and laughed at her whining and pulling at her tights, the leather and metal belt gleaming against her pale skin. It matched the collar I’d made for her, and the cuffs that Julia had just texted me she’d finished.

“No, Reuben! Come on! This isn’t funny! Let me out!”

“Absolutely not.” I looked at my watch and sighed dramatically. “Sweetheart, I have to go to work.”

“This isn’t fair! You got me all riled up and then... ugh!” She collapsed on the bed, still pulling at her arms. Her voice had risen to a higher octave as she whined.

“I’ll be back in a few hours,” I said, reaching over and untying her wrists. “Be ready to go when I come home.”

“Oh, I’m fucking ready to go right now! I amso fucking ready to go!”

I laughed. “I bet you are.” I turned and headed for the door of her room.

She jumped up and tugged on the belt, glaring at it. It was locked, of course, and she eyed the key around my neck. “But... But Sir!” She gave up tugging on it and threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my leg, her eyes welling with tears of frustration.

“Poor little girl,” I said, enjoying the fuck out of her torment. “You’ve never been properly edged before, have you? You brought this on yourself, you know. Playing without me this morning. You naughty thing.”

“Reuben, Sir, please, don’t leave me like this.”

I felt a trickle of arousal go down my spine as I watched the first few tears fall down her cheeks. Tilting her chin up, I watched them make their slow journey down her face and splash onto her belly.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cry.” I pulled her close and kissed the top of her head with as much affection as I could muster, and then released her. “Get dressed to go out. Try not to look like a whore. See you in a few hours, little bug... Be good for me.”

She stared at me in horror, the desperation on her face turned to anger. “No... No! I’m mad at you!” She stomped her foot.

“You had better be good today, or you’re going to bereallymad if I choose not to take that off tonight.”

Her jaw dropped and her eyes filled with horror. I shut the door and left before she had a chance to say anything else, grinning like a fucking asshole the whole way to the treatment center.

When I got home fromThe Weston House, Alice was lounging on the couch playing on her phone. She had chosen her fishnets with little sparkly rhinestones up the back seams, black Doc Martens, a leather mini skirt, and a white crop top with planets on it. Her belly glinted with a purple and blue piece of jewelry, little stones teasing me and begging to be played with.She looked delicious like that, with her makeup done and her hair pulled up in a ponytail, dressed up like a little freak.

“I thought I told younotto look like a whore.”

“I think I look like a princess,” she said, flipping her ponytail. She still looked pissed as hell that she was locked up.

I rolled my eyes and went to check the kitchen to see if she’d finished her chores, or possibly sabotaged anything. “A goblin princess maybe... you didn’t put any of the pans away.”

She stood up, stomped to the kitchen, took the pan from the drying rack, and lifted it as high as she could, attempting to hook the handle on the metal hook above the stove, looking me in the eye the entire time. She was about two feet too short.

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