CHAPTER 1 — BELLE
I see him walking across the quad, and I yell out without thinking.
“Ajax!”
He turns, and I feel like I’m in a slow-motion movie. His dark hair whips around in the wind, and his steely eyes find my face.
Whenever I’m around him, I feel a low-level buzz in my entire body, like I’m being scanned by some kind of machine.
He smiles, and it’s genuine. My heart skips a beat. What the fuck am I doing?
I try to remember all the annoying things he’s said, but I’m having trouble coming up with much. I’m supposed to hate him, aren’t I? Or, at the very least, dislike him, right?
I try to summon back that earlier rage, but I can't. My brain feels foggy in that way it does when you’re slightly tipsy. It’s like I’m seeing everything through a blurry filter.
I try not to gawk at him as he gets closer, but damn, it’s hard.
He’s gorgeous. In his black leather jacket, white tee, and jeans, he’s the poster boy for “effortlessly hot.” It’s almost unfair.
Actually, more than almost, it is unfair.
I don't look that good without trying, and neither do any of my friends.
My heart pounds loudly, and butterflies flit in my stomach. My mouth is dry, and I suddenly forget how to speak. I’m scrambling, trying to come up with something to say to him when he pulls me in.
His hand presses against my lower back, pulling me tight against his hard chest.
Our foreheads are practically touching, and I’m afraid to look at him. I’m scared of him doing something, but I badly want him to at the same time.
“I forgot to do something the other night,” he says.
“Oh—”
My mouth is slightly open when he captures it with his. I instantly melt into him, lips parted and body soft, as he kisses me. His hands are everywhere—on my ass, gripping the back of my hair, sliding underneath the hem of my top.
Fireworks explode in my body, and a sense of urgency sets in. He bites down on my lower lip. Hard.
That’s not something I thought I’d ever be into, but it’s hot as hell. He slips his tongue into my mouth, and I let him.
He flicks his tongue around, pulls it out, and then sucks my lower lip. A small moan escapes my lips, and before embarrassment can set in, he growls, distracting me.
“I need you,” he says, his voice raw and almost frightening—deep, with an animalistic edge I’ve never heard before. My heart rate quickens, and I feel friction between my legs. I’ve never felt like this with anyone. I never even thought it was possible to feel like this.
“Me too,” I whisper.
He kisses me, his hot tongue slipping between my lips once more. I feel like I'm floating.
“Where’s your room?”
Most of the students at North Christian Tradition, the private Christian college I attend, live on campus, and I’m no exception.
“Margaret Building, Room 2B.”
He grabs my hand and decisively pulls me in the correct direction.
Within a minute, we're almost at my dorm. We walk for another 30 seconds or so, and then enter the building. As soon as we're inside, he lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. I feel his hands under my ass as he carries me towards my room. My heart hammers like a jackrabbit’s. I’ve never felt so exhilarated.
I fish my room key out of my wallet and hand it to him. He deftly unlocks the door with one hand, the other one securely holding me. He doesn’t stumble or flinch. He's carrying me the same way I'd carry a stuffed animal—easily.
“You’re the most beautiful girl on this entire campus,” he says as he sets me down on my bed and locks the door behind us. “You know that, right?”
I blush as he leans over me. I instinctively scoot back, sliding further towards the back of my bed. It feels like we’re playing some sort of game of cat and mouse, but with a headboard behind me, I have nowhere to go.
“I thought I annoyed you,” I whisper.
“Why are you whispering, angel?” he asks. “And why would you think you annoyed me?”
“Because—”
I stop talking as his hands slip up my shirt and under my bra. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and I squirm, the hot feeling between my legs growing hotter.
“Because what?” he asks, a smirk on his outrageously hot face. “Keep talking.”
“Because you—”
I stop again when his hand slides underneath my panties and touches my slickness.
“Did I say you could stop talking, angel?” he asks.
Mesmerized, I shake my head.
“Do good Christian girls get this wet, Belle?” he asks.
He pulls his fingers out of my cunt and brushes them lightly against my lower lip. I flush. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I so wet?
“Now keep talking or I’ll find some other use for your mouth.”
Oh my god.
I picture myself on all fours with Ajax’s cock down my throat, and a tremor runs through my entire body. I shift a little, and Ajax smirks.
“You like that, dirty girl? The thought of daddy’s cock down your throat?”
I don’t know if I’m too embarrassed or too turned on, but either way, I'm too flustered to speak.
He pulls my jeans and panties down. “Now keep talking.”
He flips me onto my stomach and lands a single swat on my right ass cheek. It burns in a good way.
My first thought is that I want him to do it again. My next thought is I shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts.
He lands another spank, and I remember my task.
“Um, because… what were we even talking about?” I mumble.
“You were telling me why you think I'm annoyed by you. Which I'm not, by the way,” Ajax says.
His hands pry apart my ass cheeks, examining and exposing me. I squirm with desire and embarrassment, and he spreads my legs wider by kneeling between them.
He inserts one finger. Then another. Then another. He’s pumping my cunt while my legs are spread out for him. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this slutty.
“Because you keep teasing me,” I finally manage.
“Good girl,” he says. He stops fingering me and pries apart my ass cheeks again. He spits onto my hole, and a hot flush of shame and desire courses through me.
“I tease you because I like seeing you squirm, angel. And I think you like it, too.”
He pries apart my cunt lips and ever so gently flicks his tongue down my slit. I buck my hips. Holy fuck.
“Tell me what you want, Belle,” he says.
He sucks on my clit again, and I moan. For a brief second, the thought of people hearing flits through my mind, then it dissipates.
It’s been a year since I lost my virginity, and I haven’t had sex since. I dated a bit, but stopped a while ago. Every new relationship felt tangled up in guilt and other people’s expectations. It just wasn't worth it.
I always thought I’d have sex again when I found someone I wanted. I just never expected to wait this long.
And now that he’s here, I suddenly feel nervous. And excited. And afraid. It almost feels like I’m losing my virginity all over again. I don't know if I can say it, though, if I can ask for it.
As if he's sensing what I'm thinking, Ajax looks at me.$1“Do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”
My stomach twists. I do, but I don't. I want him, but I'm also not ready. It's confusing.
I don't want to disappoint him, though, so I do what I always do with men. I give in.
I nod meekly.
I inhale, waiting for him to do something—to kiss me, pin me down, whatever—but he doesn't.
Ajax raises his eyebrows.$1“Are you sure?” he asks.