Page 308 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“Oh, what a good boy, calling me Sir.”

I threw my book over my shoulder and lunged at her. She giggled maniacally and dropped her journal as she scampered away.

“You get your ass back here right now you little shit–”

“Now why would I do that!” She laughed and shouted as she dodged me, eventually running out the front door. I caught her on the porch and dragged her back inside.

“Because we both know this is exactly what you want. You crave my punishment like oxygen, you inconvenient snot.”

She wrestled and pulled against me, glaring up at me like a furious mouse fighting a lion. “Inconvenient!? Youloveme!”

I grabbed her throat and shoved her against the wall, though I put my hand behind her head so she wouldn’t get hurt. “You’re damn right I do.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth popped open, and the words just poured from my mouth.

“I love you so much I would throw all my rules and my protocol out the window. I love you so much I’d give you what you need and want instead of what I need and want, at the drop of a fucking hat, no matter how much it hurt. I love you so much that there is not a chance in hell I will let you go... or let you get away with thisbullshit.” Spittle flew from my mouth and hit her face, and she stared at me in shock through my monologue.

I dumped her in one of the dining room chairs, pulling off my belt as I did so, and binding her hands behind her back and to the rungs of the chair. “Because I know the best way to love you is to give you what you need. And that’s not always rules and discipline. Sometimes it’s me being a jerk to you. So you’re going to sit your ass down in this chair, and take your fucking punishment like good... little...brat.”

She was silent, her jaw clenched and her shoulders elevated as I finished restraining her. I think the shock of my honest confession was the only way I was able to keep her in place while I did so. I grabbed her notebook that had fallen on the floor, and set it in front of her, opening it up to an empty page. “Now you stay here while I go get your cuffs and some rope. If I come back and you’re gone, I swear to God, you won’t get spanked for a month.”

I was quick with my acquisition, and when I returned, she was still there, frozen and nervous, refusing to look at me. I tied her to the chair and secured her left hand to her chastity belt. I placed a pen in her right. Then I sat down on the ground in front of her legs, binding her ankles to the chair so that her legs were just open enough to see that cute, swollen little bug of hers.

Damn. I still hadn’t let her come since I’d started teasing her the other day, because last night had been a disaster. It was time to release her from her torture.

“Did you touch yourself last night?”

“No Sir.” Her voice was quiet.

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot. You were in bed with me.”

She blushed deep red and closed her eyes. “You were awake, weren’t you?”

“You bet your ass I was. Fifty lines. Tell me who you belong to. Then you can come.”

She let out a whimper as I leaned forward and dug my fingernails into her calves, licking a long trail up her leg and towards her inner thighs, stopping just shy of her sex.

I could feel her muscles quivering under my touch, under my tongue. I could smell her cum. I wanted so badly to bury my face in her pussy, taste her, bite her, take her completely. But I didn’t want to regret it, and I didn’t want to go back on my word. So I kept my ass on the ground and tortured her instead.

She made it to line thirty-one before she dropped the pen and let her head fall back against the chair, tears streaming down her face.

“You fucking disaster,” I muttered against her thigh. I nipped at her leg and then lapped at it with my tongue, relishing her moans. “You’d better finish those lines. Because I need to fucking destroy you.”

She mumbled something under her breath.

“What’s that?” I bit her again and sucked on the spot, leaving behind a bright red mark. Holy hell, her thighs were sinful.

“I hate you so much,” she said a little louder. “God, I fucking hate you. I hate your torture.”

“Oh, well,” I laughed, and pulled away. “Let me relieve you of that, since you hate it so much.” I sat back and made to stand up.

“God no, please don’t stop! Don’t leave me like this you asshole! Please!”

“But you hate it so much, baby...” I stood and stroked her cheek. “And I wouldn’t want you to hate me, now would I? Now you finish your lines and then I’ll let you go.”

“No,” she sobbed. “Please! Please don’t let me go!”

I cupped her chin and made her look at me, those stunning magical eyes filled with colors and tears and love and sheer terror at the idea of her torture ending.

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