Chapter 20 – Bellamy
BELLAMY
The next morning, I stand in front of the full-length mirror in our cabin, my fingers trembling with excitement as I peel off my sundress, leaving me clad only in my bikini.
I’ve never been shy about overt displays of sexuality, especially with Sebastian, but there is something extra about being on this yacht, surrounded by the love and laughter of our family, that makes me feel bolder than ever before.
Or maybe it’s that I have my confidence back. My light.
“Wow,” a low voice murmurs from behind me, making me shudder in anticipation. Sebastian stands in the doorway, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in my scantily clad form.
“Hi,” I tease. “Can I help you with something? You’re staring awfully hard.”
He grins as he approaches, slowly, deliberately, his footsteps echoing softly on the polished wood floor.
“That’s because you make me awfully hard, my queen,” he breathes, stopping just inches from me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. “You are so fucking sexy, I can’t get enough.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper, turning so I can trace the lines of his muscular chest through his thin shirt. His hands find my waist, pulling me closer until there is no space left between us. He leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more.
“I want to fuck my wife,” he purrs against my ear. “But I want to fuck her hard.”
“Don’t hold back.”
In the blink of an eye, he lifts me into his arms and slams his lips down on mine. His teeth sink into my bottom lip, biting hard enough to make me squeal and for him to draw blood. He growls and licks the sting and my blood, sucking on my mouth and kissing me deeper than he has in weeks.
This is exactly what I wanted. Him to take charge. For the beast to come back. I don’t want him walking on eggshells with me. Not anymore.
Sebastian roughly yanks the ties behind my neck and in the center of my back, making my bikini top fall away.
His strong hands firmly cup my breasts, squeezing almost to the point of pain as his fingers tease my nipples into hard peaks.
My breath hitches, and I can’t help but arch my back, pressing myself further into his hands, into his body.
“Sebastian,” I moan, my voice dripping with a need I’m not even the least embarrassed about. I squirm against him, wanting more.
He smirks down at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and smoldering. “Yes, my queen. Do you need something?”
“Yes. You.”
“That’s not how this goes. I want to play with my queen first. Did you forget who you belong to? Did you forget that I am in charge? If you don’t like it, all you have to do is say king and I’ll stop.”
My heart races in my chest. “No, Your Majesty. I didn’t forget.”
“Good girl.”
He lowers me to the bed and drags down my body, trailing kisses over the swell of my abdomen until he reaches the top of my bikini bottoms. Using his teeth, he pulls the strings on the sides, one and then the other, until he’s removed the last barrier between us.
With an almost reverent look in his eyes, he grabs my hips and lifts me by my ass.
Then his mouth is right on my pussy.
And fuck, there is nothing gentle about this man.
His mouth devours me, his tongue tasting as it swirls around my clit before diving deep inside me.
The sensation is electrifying, causing my hips to buck involuntarily and a cry to escape my lips.
He holds me steady, forcing me to take what he’s giving me as his strong hands grip me so he can continue to eat my pussy like a man starving.
“God, the way your cunt tastes,” he growls between licks, his voice thick with lust. “I’m going to do dirty, dirty things to you.”
Licking his fingers, his eyes meet mine, and he smacks my clit. Hard. The sting shocks through me, and I moan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He does it again and again, punishing my clit while his tongue fucks me.
“Please,” I beg, unable to form any other words, so close I can hardly stand it.
“Please what? Please eat my ass the way you’re eating my cunt? Please fuck it? Please fuck me? Please make me come? What is it you want?”
“God,” I cry as I tear at the blanket above my head. “All of it. All of it!”
He swirls his finger inside me, getting it wet before he drags it lower, sliding it inside my ass.
I shiver, knowing this is only the start.
We haven’t done this yet. He’s played with me there, we’ve used toys, but he has yet to put his cock in my ass.
But I know we’re going to now. I don’t even have to question it.
He sets me back on the bed and uses his other hand to split my cheeks so he can watch his finger dive in and out of my ass. Spit trickles from his lips, hitting right there, and holy shit, that’s fucking filthy and yet somehow so dirty hot.
“I need your asshole nice and wet or my cock will never fit,” he explains as he does it again, his face right there, watching only to start licking around his finger, using his tongue to dive into my ass along with it.
“Jesus!”
He chuckles and smacks my clit again. “I am the only god in this room. If you need to say someone’s name, it’s mine.”
Christ, why is that so hot and yet so terrifying? I pulse around him, feeling wetness leak out of me, trickling down into my ass.
“Say it, Bellamy. Tell me who owns you.”
“You, sir. My king. My Sebastian.”
He smiles against my pussy. “That’s my good girl.” He continues to pump into my ass, adding a second finger, the pressure intense but oh so good. “Come for me, baby. Then I’m going to really get you dirty.”
My clit pulses and when he sucks it into his mouth, I come so hard stars dance behind my eyes, and I have to stuff a pillow over my face so the entire ship doesn’t hear me.
Sebastian pulls the pillow from my face to give me a dirty kiss, his tongue swirling with mine, his lips wet and wicked. “Ready?”
“No.”
With a smirk, he moves me onto all fours since bending in half right now isn’t the easiest or most comfortable. The mirror is across from us, and I watch as he rubs my ass cheeks before his hand flies. I hear the crack seconds before I feel the delicious sting of his strike.
I moan, pressing back into him, wanting more.
“Naughty girl. How can I punish you when you love my punishments so much?”
I shake my head. “I don’t care. Just keep doing it.”
“Count.”
His hand flies, smacking one cheek and then the other, making me squirm and even wetter than I already was. I count as he goes and when I trip up, he bites me to bring me back in line. My skin hums, and euphoria dances within me, making my vision hazy and my muscles tingle.
When he reaches ten, he stops and splits my ass cheeks so he can stare down at my most forbidden place. Now I really squirm, anxious, even though this man knows every inch of me. My ass burns with heat and my pussy is so wet and ready I can hardly stand it.
“What is your safe word?”
“King.”
“Good. Keep it close.” He glances down again and then back up at me. “You’re sure?”
I nod, meeting his gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “I want to watch you fuck my ass.”
His head flies back, eyes closed as a groan sears past his lips. He opens my ass once more, stares down, then lets more spit trickle from his lips straight over my tight ring of muscles where he starts massaging it in.
“You’re going to have to remember to breathe and relax. I’ll go slow.” He chuckles. “I’ve never done this either.”
My eyes flare. “No?”
He points to his chest. “King. And Nora certainly never would have entertained this.”
I moan at that. At having this first with him. At the way it binds me to him even more.
“Give me that big cock. Show me how good it can feel in all the wrong places.”
“My goddess of a wife is such a little cum whore.”
Hell yeah, I am. He dribbles more spit, rubbing it around my ass, lubing it up, getting it nice and wet. Then he does the same with his cock, making sure it’s as wet as it can be. Slowly, with his eyes on my ass, he positions himself and even slower starts to slide inside.
I hiss out a wounded breath, the sting fierce, but he pulls back and does it again, adding more spit with each pass. His fingers dip into my pussy, and he gathers up my arousal so he can use that too.
“Rub your clit, baby, but keep your eyes on me as you do. I want to watch your face as I sink my cock in your ass.”
Shifting my weight to my forearm, I use my other hand to rub my clit that’s still firm and sensitive. All the while he presses in, going deeper with every pass.
“Are you going to come in me?” I ask him.
His eyes blaze. “Do you want me to?”
I hadn’t thought about it until now. “I’ll leave that up to you, sir. Either in my ass or on it though, please.”
“Fuck! Dirty fucking woman, your ass is so tight and if you keep talking like that you’ll make me come now.”
“Still quick on the trigger?”
He releases a shaky laugh, but it quickly morphs into a groan as he thrusts in deeper.
I hiss out a breath, rubbing my clit faster, my eyes pinching tight at the fullness, at the sharp intrusion.
“Breathe,” he coos. “Relax.” He rubs a hand up and down my spine. “Let me in.”
I force myself to relax my muscles and he pulls back only to push in again, and this time, a spike of pleasure ripples through me.
“Oh!”
He grins. “That’s it. So fucking good. You feel so fucking good. The way your ass grips me.”
Sweat coats his forehead as he starts to pump in and out of me, holding my cheeks open so he can watch as he sets a slow, even pace. His cock throbs, teasing me as he pumps into me, making sure I feel every delicious inch. Only it isn’t long before I want more, before I want it deeper.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Please. It’s starting to feel so good.”
He grunts, his hand gripping my hip, and he does as I ask.
He starts to fuck me. Hard. Pounding into my ass at a pace that quickly has me breathless.
I continue to rub my clit in earnest, feeling my orgasm rise from within my core.
I arch my back and moan as he slides in and out of me, only to pull out suddenly and kneel between my thighs, putting his face right up in my pussy without licking or tasting it.
His breath is hot against my wet folds as he moves over me to kiss and nibble at each of my thighs.
“Sebastian!”
He chuckles against me, pushing my hand away so he can suck my clit between his lips. He’s edging me and I both love it and hate it.
“Fuck!” I hiss, my hand gripping the duvet.
He eats me out, tasting me, licking me, swirling his tongue around my entrance and asshole, and then I feel his head pressing back in there.
My thighs tense with anticipation as he leans into me and thrusts all the way to the hilt.
I suck in a breath, relishing how full he makes me feel. That is until he fucks straight in.
I cry out, my body racked with pleasure as he moves in and out of me with hard, deliberate fucks, our bodies joining in the most intimate way possible.
Sebastian’s eyes sear into mine, blazing with desire, the same deep hunger that burns through my blood as he watches himself fuck me in the mirror.
Heat builds between us like a bonfire threatening to consume us both.
“Sebastian!” I scream.
“God, Bellamy,” he groans, thrusting harder and faster until my orgasm slams through me, my body convulsing beneath him. He grips me tighter, his own release imminent as he pounds into me and stills, shooting everything he has inside my ass.
It makes me crazy and drives me higher, watching him lose himself like this inside me.
He collapses on top of me, only to immediately roll us so he’s not crushing me, both of us utterly spent. We lie here for a moment, our breaths heavy and labored, aftershocks still rippling through us.
For a moment, I can’t move. Can’t think. Everything is soft and warm and delicious. His hand runs over my hair, and I curl back into him.
“My girl, are you there?”
My eyes stay closed. “Mm. I’m somewhere.”
“I don’t want you too deep in subspace. Are you breathing?” His fingers find my pulse on my wrist, checking me.
“Yes.” I blink and force awareness back in. “I’m leaking you, Your Majesty.”
I feel him smirk against me. “Should I fuck my cum back into you?” His cock thrusts into me.
I moan and then whimper. “No more.”
He chuckles. “Hold still,” he commands and gently slips out, the sensation not the most pleasant. He goes into our en suite bathroom and returns a moment later with a warm towel he uses to clean me up, and then he holds me in his arms and kisses my neck. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all?”
“It was amazing. More than I ever expected it could be. I needed that, I think.”
“Me too,” he admits, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
With our hearts still pounding, Sebastian stares at the ceiling, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I’ve been thinking about when we go back home,” he begins hesitantly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my back.
“What about it?” I ask, nestling closer to him, seeking the warmth and comfort of his embrace.
“It’s time we start meeting with new nannies for the kids. I know it’s been a difficult subject to approach, especially after…everything,” he says, his voice trailing off as he glances down at me. I know he’s referring to the loss of my father and the strain it put on our family. On me.
“You’re right,” I agree, running my fingers through his damp hair. “It’s been hard, and as much as I don’t want to bring someone in to help with them, I know it’s the right call. We need to find someone who can support and care for our children when we’re unable to.”
His eyes soften, relief flooding them as he pulls me in for a tender kiss. “I’m so glad you understand,” he murmurs against my lips. “We’ll do this together. We’ll find someone who will be the perfect fit for our family.”
“She can’t be too young or too pretty.”
He chuckles at my scrunched nose.
“You’re all I’ll ever want. The only one I’ll ever want.”
“And if it’s a male nanny?”
His eyes harden. “Then he better not be younger or better looking than me.”
I smirk. “I like you possessive.”
“Back at you.”
Five more days on this ship and then we’re back home to find a new nanny. And I have no idea how that’s going to go.