CHAPTER 4 — BELLE
I walk into the kitchen and notice everything is state-of-the-art: quartz countertops, everything high-end.
“Wow,” I say, looking around.
“This is home,” he says. “Now come here.”
He grabs me and wraps his arms around me in a bear hug. I nestle my head into his chest.
“You have no idea how hard it was to resist you on the drive over here,” he says, whispering into my hair. I snuggle closer into him. “Or in that coffee shop, knowing you were sitting feet away from me without any panties.”
His hand goes to the back of my dress and inches it up. I shiver as his hand rests on my bare ass.
“You’re all mine,” he growls into my ear. “None of those other boys are good enough for you.” His hand runs up the back of my neck until his fingers are snared in my hair. “They don’t know what you need, but I do. Isn’t that right, angel?”
I nod.
“Tell daddy you want him.”
“I want you.”
“Look at me.”
I look up. I’m struck again by how tall he is. I sometimes forget until we’re standing this close to each other, and I realize I have to crane my neck to look up at him.
“I love it when you’re my good girl like this,” he says. “Do you like being my good girl?”
I nod, and he slips his thumb into my mouth.
“Suck,” he says.
I suck on his thumb.
“Mm,” he groans. “I’m going to need you to wrap that wet little mouth of yours around something else.”
He undoes his buckle and pulls down his pants. His cock springs out. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it, but I’m kind of shocked all over again.
“Wait, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable,” he says. He picks me up by my waist and carries me to the stairs. He places me on a stair step a few above him so that my head is about level with his cock.
“Open,” he says. “Put your hands behind your back.”
I put my hands behind my back, and he slides his cock into my mouth.
“Suck it just like that, baby girl. Nice and slow,” he says.
I move my tongue up and down his shaft, and he groans. His hands dip to my breasts, flicking my nipples.
“Arch your back,” he says.
I do as he says.
“Good girl,” he says. “You take my cock so well.”
I continue sucking, and I feel him getting even harder in my mouth. He groans again, and then pulls his cock out of my mouth. He picks me up by my waist and flips me around so that I’m on my hands and knees on the stairs, with my knees a few stairs below my hands.
I notice that my knees start to hurt, but before I even have to say anything, he’s walking towards me with a pillow. He’s aggressive and dominant, but also anticipates exactly what I want. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible for a man to do that if I hadn’t met him.
He lifts me up and places me on the pillow so that my knees are protected. I have no idea what he’s planning. He reaches around and brushes his hand again over my nipple. A moan escapes my mouth.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy when you moan,” he says.
He grabs my hair in a ponytail and yanks. My back arches. He flips the back of my dress up, exposing my ass. I instinctively reach back. I’m not used to being exposed, but he catches my hand and pins it behind my back. I just have one hand supporting me now, making me kind of off balance.
“What do you think you’re doing there, little girl?” he asks. “Daddy wants to have a look at his perfect little angel.”
He releases my hair and grabs my ass. I feel my legs quiver and the tingling sensation intensify. He slowly squeezes and then releases his hand. He dips to my knee and begins to run his fingers up my inner thigh. I shiver as he gets closer and closer to my cunt. When he gets there, he pauses.
“How wet are you?” he asks.
I’m frozen. I know it’s ridiculous. We both know I’m turned on, but I can’t get myself to say it.
“Tell me how horny you are, Belle,” he says. “Tell me you’re wet and desperate.”
I shake my head a bit. I’m not sure if I’m refusing to admit it because I like playing this game or because I’m actually embarrassed. All I know is I can’t get myself to say it.
“Mm,” he says as he runs his hand up my slit now. “You’re so wet.” He plunges two fingers right into my cunt, and they go in easily. “Why do you continue to deny it?” he whispers into my ear. “When it’s so fucking obvious? Are you just goading me into punishing you?”
He releases his grip on my hand and spanks my right ass cheek. I jump a little.
“Your ass is still pink from your last spanking,” he says. “You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you, baby girl? But it seems like my spankings aren’t having their intended effect.” He spanks my other ass cheek, hard again, and it stings. “I’m going to have to try something new.”
He removes his hands, but before I can move or do anything, I feel him picking me up by my waist. He carries me in a cradle position up the stairs. It’s insane to me how easily he’s able to manhandle me, as if I’m a doll or something that weighs five pounds.
He walks up two flights of stairs, and then into the first room on the right. He sets me down, and it’s pitch black. Then he turns on the light.
I gasp.
It’s basically a full-on sex dungeon. Black everything: black walls, black carpet, black curtains. The only source of light is, funnily enough, those twinkly kind of lights strung around the ceiling, like girls used to pin on their Tumblr boards in grade eight.
The bed is huge. I think it’s even bigger than a king-sized bed, with posters (or whatever you call them) at all four corners. There’s cuffs attached to each end, and a few ropes attached to the headboard.
I look around the room, taking in everything else. There’s some kind of cross or something on the right side of the room, and a few different benches, all black leather, upholstered.
“Do you know what those are?” he asks, catching my gaze and smirking.
I feel embarrassed, even though I don’t know what I’m embarrassed about.
“They’re spanking benches,” he says.
I gulp.
“And as much as I know you’d love another spanking,” he says, catching my eye, “I’m going to have to give you a different punishment to get through to you.”
I look away. I don’t know why I keep denying it at this point. It’s obvious I like it.
“Bend over the arm of that couch over there,” he says, pointing towards a black leather couch in the left corner of the room.
“What do you mean?”
Before I can finish my question, he picks me up and carries me over. He places me on the arm of the couch so that my entire torso is in contact with it. I’m facing towards the back of the couch with my ass right at the edge of the arm and my toes skimming the floor. He widens my stance a bit.
“Stay there,” he says.
I look over as he walks towards a black cabinet.
“Eyes closed,” he says as he opens a few drawers, rifling through.
I close them, but I’m too impatient. I sneak a peek.
“I saw that,” he says.
I close them quickly and hear his footsteps get louder. All of a sudden, I feel his hands flipping my dress up again, spreading my cheeks.
“Oh, I almost forgot about this,” he says. His hands grip the top of my dress and tear. “I’ll get you another dress just like this,” he says, “and then three more in every single color. Okay?”
My eyes are still closed, but I smile. I appreciate that he thought of that. Not even that it was that expensive, but still, it would be rude to ruin my clothing like that and not even offer to replace it. I like that I don’t have to worry about stuff like that with him.
The dress is trapped under my chest and the arm of the couch. He pulls it out from under me, leaving me completely naked, except for my wedge heels, which I didn’t take off when we entered the house. He grabs my ass cheeks, spreading them. I squirm. And he spanks my right ass cheek.
“Hold still,” he says.
I hear the sound of something squirting, and then feel something cold back there. It takes me a second to realize what he’s doing. He’s rubbing some gel into my hole.
“I’m going to put a plug in your ass, Belle,” he says. “Do you know what that is?”
For some reason, I do. I feel embarrassed to even know such things. To be honest, I don’t know how I know. It’s not like I’ve used one before. Maybe it was a porn video I stumbled across one time. Not that I’d ever admit to watching porn anyways.
I make a mumbling sound that hopefully is enough to convey a yes.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says. “And unless you have something to say right now, I’m going to go ahead and put it in as your punishment. Since my spankings haven’t been getting through to you, I thought we might need to step it up with a bit of anal discipline here.”
He pauses, giving me time to say no or red. As nervous as I am, as slightly scared as I am (to be honest), and as embarrassed as I am, I’m not going to, because a bigger part of me is curious and turned on.
“Good girl,” he coos.
He begins to slide the toy in with one hand while the other grabs my hair. It hurts a little, not intensely, but I can feel the pressure. He pushes, stops for a second, and then pushes more. When it’s fully in, he removes his hand.
“How does that feel?”
“Weird,” I say.
“Good,” he says. “That’ll be a reminder of what happens when you act like a stubborn little brat.”
I shut my eyes tightly. I’m glad I’m facing away from him so he doesn’t have to see my face right now, because of how embarrassed I am.
It’s not just that having a plug back there is inherently embarrassing, although it is.
It’s also that I kind of asked for this implicitly.
We both know that the more I act like a brat, the more he punishes me.
And so every time I push back like that, I’m basically asking for him to escalate things. It’s my only way of asking.
I still don’t want to ask directly, so instead, I push him.
He turns up the plug, and an orgasm hits me. I could feel it building, but it almost surprises me as the pleasure shatters my body.
“Good girl,” he says, increasing the vibrations. Then he slides two fingers into me. I’m so sensitive, but my body is already quivering.
“Again, Belle,” he says.
A moan escapes my mouth.
“That’s it,” he says. “Come for daddy.”
He curls his fingers a bit as he fingers me, and the exquisite pleasure inside me curls and flips.
“Mmm,” he groans as my cunt pulses around him. “I love it when you come for me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. In fact, the only thing I can imagine that would be even hotter would be watching you come while I fill you up with my cock.”
Still heady, breathless, my filter completely gone, I blurt out, “Do it.”
“What did you say?” he asks.
“Fuck me,” I blurt out.
“Are you sure about that, Belle?” he asks. “You know you don’t have to say yes.”
“I know that. And that’s exactly why I want to,” I say quietly.
He’s just quiet.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asks.
I’m surprised. I didn’t expect him to ask me. “However you want,” I say.
“Jesus Christ,” he says.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re goddamn perfection. You know that, right?” He pauses. “You know what to say if it’s too much. But I’m not going to keep checking in, okay? I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold back. So if it’s too much, I need you to tell me.”
I’m scared and nervous, but I know this is what I want.
“I understand,” I say.
“Good girl,” he says. He picks me up, lifts me off the couch, and carries me over to the bed.