Page 229 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“No, little bug. That would not be a punishment. Guess again.”

“Um... for my ass?” I asked a little breathlessly.

His tone changed again to something almost sarcastic. “Okay, first of all, I’d never put anything in your ass that could get lost. No flare or handle, no entrance. That’s why I carved the ginger the way I did. Stopping a scene or a punishment to find a speculum or go to the ER isn’t fun or safe. And second...” he gave me a side-eye. “You know you’d enjoy that too much, you little anal slut.”

Ugh. He wasn’t wrong. I flipped over and pressed my face into his leg. I hadn’t straight up told him I how much I loved anal because I knew he was the sort of person to use that shit against me. But it hadn’t taken long for him to weed that weakness out.

I inhaled deeply with my face against his lap and could smell just the faintest hint of the musk of him. My mouth watered. God, I hadn’t had a cock in my mouth in a long time...

Oh. Wait.

I looked up at him. “It was for my throat, wasn’t it?”

He smirked. “Ridges hurt.”

“Fuck. Good thing we got my punishment over with, right?”

He didn’t answer, just raised his eyebrows once and returned to watching his space cowboy show.

“Hey, Sir...” I rolled over on my stomach and scooted myself a little bit closer to his lap and looked up at him.

“Hm?”

I waited for him to look down at me, and I kept my face still but let my eyes flick down to his lap and then back up to his face, a silent plea. His eyes flew wide, and he grabbed my hair like he was afraid I was going to try without getting his permission. “Nope.” He rolled me back over on my back.

I felt myself pout a little. “You’d like it,” I whispered.

“Oh.I know.But I told you before... I have my own set of rules I follow.”

“Oh right. No sex, ‘cause we’re notmarried.” I rolled my eyes.

“You know you’re really going to regret all those eye rolls when I finally cash them in,” he said, opening his phone and adding another eye roll to what he called his “spank bank.”

“That one was warranted.”

“Why’s that?”

I sat up and climbed into his lap. “Mister Weston.”

“Miss Benson.”

“You can’t honestly tell me that what we do together isn’t sex.”

He looked away from me for a split second before he met my eyes again. He didn’t answer, just raised an eyebrow.

I laughed at him. “Oh okay. You playing with my clit and fingering my asshole, and making me orgasm by kissing me isn’t sex, because your dick isn’t involved.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No! I want you to admit it!”

He pursed his lips but didn’t answer.

“You’re loopholing!” I shouted “‘Oh, I’m not putting my dick in her pussy,’” I said, putting on a deep, fake, mocking tone. “‘It’s not sex cause my dick isn’t in her pussy.’ You’re loopholing, you big brat!” I couldn’t control the giggle fit I fell into.

“Oh,I’mthe brat?”

“Yes! You’re the biggest brat I’ve ever met!”

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