Page 169 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“I figured you would be. I’ve found you can be quite charming when you want to be.”

“You think I’m charming?” I smiled and lifted one shoulder.

“When you’re not being a little snot,” he muttered, but he didn’t look mad.He liked me being a snot. After all, it gave him an excuse to be mean to me.

We cleaned up after dinner, and he banished me to my room and told me to change into something sexy. I took some time to retouch my makeup, hoping it would be ruined by the time we were done with whatever he had planned, and put on a lace bodysuit I’d brought from home.

I was vibrating with excitement. What was he going to do? I needed this damn belt off, and I needed release. Wearing the thing all day had been a constant reminder of my need, and I was horny as hell.

He was sitting in his armchair by the fireplace, scrolling on his phone and drinking something dark. Probably that nasty rye whiskey he seemed to like so much. He motioned me to come closer but didn’t even look at me as I neared.Excuse me Sir, but I’m standing here mostly naked ready to let you do pretty much whatever you want to me. You could at least ogle my tits.

“Tell me your rules,” he said quietly. His voice had changed into that more commanding tone he liked to use on me.We went through this nightly. Sometimes he made me kneel, and sometimes he let me stand. It was annoying and silly, and I got through it as quickly as possible.

I included the newly agreed up on rule eight, though I altered the words ever so slightly in hopes I could loophole myself out of orgasm control, but no such luck.

“I will not play or come by myself.”

He looked up at me from his phone. His face didn’t change as he studied my body, his eyes slowly traveling over me.

“That’s not the rule.”

“Are you sure? I thought that was the rule.”

“The rule is,you don’t play or come without permission.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Reuben. Sir. If Iget there, I can’t just...not come.”

“You’ll learn,” he said, eyes flashing. “I’ll teach you.”

“Yeah I don’t know, man. I’m kind of an asshole without orgasms.”

“I never said you wouldn’t get orgasms. I said you wouldn’t play or come without permission.”

I pursed my lips. I knew I could argue this, but he very clearly wanted to be in control of my release. And to be honest, I wanted that too. The idea of him owning and controlling my pleasure was hot.

Fine. Whatever. We could try it. And if it sucked ass, I could ask him to renegotiate. Right? I took a deep breath and said, “Rule eight, I will not play or come without permission.”

He finally tore his eyes away from my body and met my gaze. “You know, you’ve been a brat since you woke up this morning. I might have to do something about that.”

Yes yes yes yes yes you do. “I mean, you don’thaveto.” But we both knew what I wanted.

“Anything you want to add regarding your chastity?”

“I already told you weeks ago that I wasn’t okay withextendedchastity,” I said. “Will I always be locked up?” I gestured to my waist.

“Do you need to be?”

Probably, because as soon as you take this thing off, I’ll be jilling off every minute you leave the house.But fuck if I was going to tell him that. “No. I can be good. I don’tlikeit, but Ican.”

“Then I’ll be sure to take it off regularly, for other reasons than to use you.” I loved the way he said that, but it also made me want to be snarky with him.

I remembered what Megan said.He’s a sadist. He uses orgasms as a weapon... but you’ll be addicted after the first one.And I remembered how it felt last night to let him tie me to that bed and drag orgasm after orgasm out of me.I’m going to need way more of that.

“I can’t handle extended denial,” I said. “I’m not a good person.”

“No longer than six months. Acceptable?”

“Six months!” I cried. “I was thinking, like,five days!”

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