CHAPTER 4 — BELLE
My face is hot, and my body is full of adrenaline. It felt as if anybody could have seen, even though Ajax checked that the quad was empty.
“Did anybody see?” I whisper.
“No. I kept checking. Not a soul,” Ajax whispers into my ear. “Now, don’t think I forgot how you weaseled your way out of a punishment spanking last time.”
He grabs my hips and throws me over his lap. I love how small I feel in his hands. He swings a leg over mine, locking me in place.
“Now, I’m going to have to give you an extra-hard spanking because of how disrespectful you were the other day,” he says. “Coming without permission during our game? You knew that would have consequences, didn’t you?”
He sinks two fingers between my legs and into my slit. They go in easily. I flush. I can’t believe it’s this obvious that I’m wet.
“You’re dripping,” he whispers into my ear. “You loved that, didn’t you?”
I shake my head.
“Liar,” he says. “I don’t want to hear any more complaining from you. If anything, I'm spoiling you.”
He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me. With his other hand, he rubs my left ass cheek. He raises it, and I flinch.
He doesn’t hit me, though. He chuckles. “On edge, are we?”
“No,” I retort.
“Oh, not nervous at all?”
“Nope,” I say brazenly, lying through my teeth.
“So I guess my other spankings didn’t make an impression, then?”
Fuck. I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s goading me into being a brat. He knows how stubborn I am. That I hate admitting things. Hate admitting weakness.
And the worst part is, I know this, but I’m going to do it anyway.
“It was fine,” I say breezily.
He laughs. “I love this. I love you putting on this brave little facade. Do you know why?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, still committing to the bit.
He leans close to my ear. A shiver runs up my spine.
“Because it gives me an excuse to punish you that much harder,” he whispers.
Then he starts spanking me. Hard.
The wind is knocked out of me. I didn’t know a hand could be that hard. I thought the spanking before was intense, but this is at least three times harder.
Within a minute, everything feels like it’s on fire. My skin feels like lava. I glance back. My entire bottom is red.
“Stop,” I whine.
“Can’t hear you.” He starts spanking me harder.
“It hurts.”
“Good.”
He spanks me for another minute, and I start squirming more desperately. He pauses finally, giving me a few seconds of relief.
“My hand is getting tired, though,” he says. “Maybe it’s time for something else.”
He releases me, and I start rubbing my bottom.
“Not so fast. We’re not done.”
He looks around my room and grabs my silicone hairbrush.
“No, no, no,” I say.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes.”
I glance toward the door, and he catches my waist. Again, he swings me over his lap and starts spanking me. Tears sting my eyes.
“Is this turning you on, Belle?” he asks.
“No,” I hiss.
“Mm, let’s see about that.”
He stops for a second and slips a finger inside me. Then he pulls it out.
“Open,” he says.
I shake my head, but when he raises an eyebrow, I part my lips. He slips his fingers into my mouth. I taste my sweet juices.
“That’s how wet you are,” he says. “Dirty little girl.”
He leaves one finger in my mouth and starts spanking me again. Damn, it hurts. I’m wiggling like a fish.
Eventually, he stops.
“I’m going to give you two options, Belle. Either I spank you for another five minutes...”
Horror floods through me. I don’t know if I can handle that.
“Or… I’ll let you come again while I fuck you with this brush,” he says, tapping the handle.
I look at the brush. The silicone handle is smooth, at least.
I purse my lips, examining the brush. It doesn’t look like it would hurt. The handle might be a bit of a tight fit, though.
But really, it’s more that it’s embarrassing. My heart races as I imagine him fucking me with a brush. I feel tingling between my legs.
“The second option,” I blurt out.
“I want to hear you say it, Belle. Tell daddy what you want.”
“I want you to use the hairbrush.”
“No, you’re going to have to be very specific.” He draws out his words. “Look me in the eyes and say it.”
“Fuck me with the hairbrush,” I say quickly.
“You can do better than that,” he says. “Say, ‘Please fuck me with the hairbrush, Sir.’”
I scowl at him.
“Or I could go back to spanking you.”
“Please fuck me with the hairbrush,” I say.
“Now say it with some enthusiasm. And don’t leave out the word ‘Sir.’”
I frown.
“Or I can find other ways to make you enthusiastic,” he says, the right corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a sneaky smile.
“Please fuck me with the hairbrush, Sir,” I say in a sing-song voice, mocking him.
“Not good enough,” he says. “I think we’re going to have to go back to spanking.”
He starts spanking me again, and I can’t take it.
“Okay, fine,” I blurt out. “Please fuck me with the hairbrush, Sir.”
Embarrassment rushes over me. I can’t believe I gave in like that.
“See?” he says. “That wasn’t so hard. Good girl. Now, daddy is going to give you exactly what you asked for and fuck you with the hairbrush while you come.”
He grabs the vibrator.
“Hold this,” he says, handing it to me.
I’m still over his lap when he slides the handle inside me.
“Mmm. So tight,” he says. “I can’t wait to stretch this out one day.”
My body feels electric as I imagine him filling me.
“Now you’re going to come at least twice for me, Belle. Then your punishment is done. Start whenever you want.”
He starts moving the brush in and out. Oh, God. I turn on the vibrator, and I am already so turned on that I start squirming immediately.
“Ask me before coming,” Ajax says.
After the trouble I got in last time for coming without asking, I decide to obey this time.
“Can I come?”
“Not yet.”
Fuck. I ease up a bit, decreasing the intensity on the vibrator.
“I didn’t say you could turn it down. Turn it up.”
I grit my teeth and turn it up. “Fine. Can I come now?”
“Not yet. Patience.”
I’m getting desperate. “Please.”
“Okay,” he says. “But only because you asked so nicely.”
I let go, and an orgasm ripples through my body. He starts fucking me harder with the brush.
“Good girl. Now another.”
I ease up on the toy.
“No, no, no. Keep it there.”
“But I’m sensitive,” I whine.
“That’s the point.”
A delicious shiver runs up my spine. It’s a weird kind of sadism, him forcing this on me when I’m already sensitive.
It’s hot, though.
While fucking me with the brush, he starts lightly spanking me.
“Hey,” I say.
“Come quickly, or these will get harder.”
Between spanks, he rubs my ass.
“I’m going to fuck this hole back here one day, too,” he says as he cups one of my ass cheeks.
I flush.
“Does that turn you on?”
I shake my head.
“Liar.” He smacks an ass cheek and starts moving the brush. “Imagine what everyone would think. Imagine what Christine would think if she saw you right now over my lap, ass as red as a tomato, getting fucked with a hairbrush. Not a very good Christian little girl, are you?”
I squirm.
“Now ask daddy nicely if you can come.”
“Can I come?”
“Not yet.”
I hate him.
He grabs the toy and presses it harder against me, his hand wrapping around mine.
“Don’t you dare,” he says.
“Please.” I’m approaching the edge.
“Come for me.”
He pushes the brush deeper inside me and presses the toy against me. I orgasm, and he holds it there even after. I’m so sensitive.
“Too much,” I gasp, squirming.
He holds the vibrator in place until the sensitivity rises and shatters me again, then pulls it away.
“Now your punishment is done. Did you learn your lesson?”
I can’t even look him in the eyes.
“Look at me.”
I do, and that gloating smirk that’s pasted over his unfairly hot face pisses me off. And turns me on. Which also pisses me off. I frown.
“Seriously? You’re still indignant? Do I need to put you over my lap again?” Ajax asks, smiling.
I furrow my brows. “You said the punishment was done.”
He smirks, and my cheeks heat up.
“It was,” he says. “Until someone just couldn't resist being a brat. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
I shake my head.
He grabs my hands behind my back and starts spanking me again. I twist beneath him.
“I will spank the brat out of you, Belle. Don’t test me. You will lose.”
He grabs my legs and parts them, then keeps spanking me. I squirm, and he stops for a second. He grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them.
“You know, Belle, if this doesn’t work, I’m going to have to keep escalating until you give in. Do you want that? Next time, I’m going to spank you back here.”
He runs his finger up and down my crack. I shiver.
He gives my ass one light tap. “Now we’re done. Meet me tomorrow at the coffee shop on the East End. Eleven a.m. Do you have class then?”
I shake my head.
“Good,” he says.
I blush as he turns to leave.
“Oh, and Belle? Don’t wear any panties,” he says, winking.
I pretend I don't hear him. I hear the door opening and look up at the last second. The last thing I see is that infuriating smirk of his before he closes the door and leaves.