Page 180 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

I fought. I succeeded... By the skin of my teeth.

We sat at that restaurant eating fancy food and drinking too much until almost midnight. I attempted to make small talk around the aching of the toy in my pussy and the tingling in my clit. He fed me more food, flirting with me and calling me his pretty little toy. He let his fingers brush against my lips as he gave me tasty bites of things to try while he told me about the special food we were eating and how it was prepared. He told me how gorgeous I looked flushed with need and called me his sweetheart. I found myself slipping back into that soft space in my head where I was desperate enough to do as he asked without arguing about it. I was already in trouble, anyway. Why make it worse when this was so nice?

I needed it to end soon, but I hoped it never did.Oh my God and he hasn’t even gotten me naked yet.

He finally turned off the toy right as the manager and the chef came out. Reuben stood and shook their hands and slid his chair over so he was right beside me, the other two standing across from the two of us.

“I hope everything was satisfactory,” the manager began.

“Yes. It was an overall excellent experience.”

I felt Reuben’s hand settle on my thigh right as the manager turned to me. “And your thoughts, miss?”

Reuben squeezed my thigh slightly. “Oh, God... I loved it. I...”

His hand slid under the hem of my dress, his fingers brushing my inner thigh with the tenderest touch.

“I think... I thought...”

The manager and the chef were staring at me with high hopes. Reuben moved his hand higher, nearing my wetness.

I sat up straighter.Turn the brain into work mode, Alice. Do whatever it takes to not be a wet, drooling baby in this chair.

“I thought almost everything was delicious, though a few of the plates had a particularly odd presentation. It was a bit of a turn-off, honestly. The tuna threw me off and I almost didn’t try it simply because of the plating. And even though it was yummy, the tofu looked like tofu. The point of tofu is for it to look and taste like anything but tofu, even though it’s tofu. So don’t make it look like tofu.

“But I’m no expert,” I shrugged. “Still, all in all, I thought this was absolutely lovely.”

Reuben withdrew his hand and snickered. “I agree with the lady’s critiques.” Then he proceeded to add his own critiques, all of which I thought were unnecessarily harsh. Still, the chef and the manager ate up his feedback with smiles and excitement.

Reuben rose and took his briefcase, and I stood and pulled my dress down a little. It had ridden up on my thighs from his exploration. He shook their hands again, and it wasn’t lost on me that his fingertips had just been brushing against the wetness that had dripped down my thighs. Somehow, that thought made me feel even more dirty. They sent us home with a to-go box of mini samples of their desserts, which we were too full to try that night.

He hailed us a cab and I stumbled into the back, tipsy from the drinks and wobbly from my teasing for the past few hours. He climbed in after me, looking like a predator about to demolish its favorite animal.

He gave the driver the address and his credit card, and a moment later, we were off. He moved over to the middle seat, pulling me into his lap and sliding closed the divider between the cabby and our seats.

A moment later, one hand was around my throat, and the other was under my dress. He squeezed my neck ever so gently and I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. His huge hands made up my entire world. His fingers gently prodded at my opening but refused to enter me, brushing against my clit. I turned my face and looked up at him in desperation.

He just smirked back. He his hand left my sex and reached into his pocket, and I just knew he was fishing out his phone to turn the vibe back on. Sure enough, a moment later a low, steady vibration rumbled through me, far too low for me to come, but just enough to make me suffer.

“Fuck.”

“Oh, Sweetheart. You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.”

The ride home tooktwenty minutes. Twenty minutes of that damn vibrator buzzing itself crazy right against my g-spot. Twenty minutes of his hand on my neck, squeezing and releasing me, his fingers venturing down my cleavage and across my nipples and back up to my neck again. Twenty minutes of his hand squeezing the bruises on my inner thighs and my panty line, sending shocks of pain mixed in with my pleasure. Twenty minutes of his growls reverberating through my whole body, his lips and teeth toying at my neck and shoulder.

When we finally got home, he didn’t turn the damn toy off. He just threw open the door, signed the receipt, hauled me out of the cab, and dragged me into the house.

He brought me to the bathroom in my bedroom. “Strip,” he said. “Wash your face, brush your teeth. Do it now.” He stood with his arms crossed across his chest, leaning against the doorframe. I did what he said, not having the strength to argue. I was far too desperate to think straight by that point.

I washed the makeup off my face, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, and then turned to face him. He grabbed me by the hair and hauled me to my bed. I had a sinking suspicion I knew what was coming, but I wasn’t willing to believe it.

I struggled against him, but he was stronger than me. He pinned my hands above my head with one hand, and with the other he cuffed my wrists to the headboard with restraints that I hadn’t even known were there. He straightened, adjusting his tie, and glaring at me. “Stay,” he warned, like I had a choice, and left the room.

The damn vibrator wasstill. fucking. going.

I moaned in desperation and squirmed, thrusting against the toy to get some relief, but the vibration seemed to be getting steadily lower, just low enough to feel but not nearly close enough to come.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

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