Chapter Ten
Julian
I sabelle Marchand looks up at me like I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to her. She’s probably not wrong. I doubt anyone else has ever kept her locked in a room on flimsy evidence or let her nearly escape before catching her .
I know it was risky to let her go out the window. She could have fallen and gotten seriously hurt or killed, but I knew she’d be able to do it .
Belle’s got a fire in her like I’ve never seen in anyone before. She’s got it even now, straining against her captors, her chest heaving as perspiration glides down her perfect white neck, past the opening of her shirt .
“No, I’m not enjoying being kept prisoner,” she snarls .
“Perhaps you’re thinking about this all wrong,” I suggest, my voice coming out low and rough. Just watching her like this is making my cock twitch, making me throb and ache for the day she begs me for it .
“How’s that?” she spits .
“You’re our guest, Belle,” I say lightly. “Of course, now that you’ve tried to reject our hospitality, we might have to keep a closer watch on you .”
Her face goes paler, and for a moment, she stops fighting. I can see that she wants to ask what that means, but she refuses to give me the satisfaction .
That’s fine. She’ll be giving me satisfaction soon enough. For now, I know exactly what I’m going to do .
“You’ll have new quarters from now on,” I say, taking a step forward .
Belle’s chin juts out, the fire in her eyes still kindled. But there’s something else there, too, a mixture of anger and lust that makes me nearly dizzy to think about .
“Are you going to chain me up in the basement?” she asks defiantly .
Not in the basement , I want to say .
“Not at all,” I tell her, letting myself smile .
Her gaze flicks from my good eye to my bad and back .
“You’ll be staying with me in my quarters .”
* * *
My quarters are essentially an apartment in the castle: a master bedroom, a parlor, a small kitchen, and a few extra rooms. Not to mention the special room .
She won’t be sleeping in my bedroom, of course. Not yet. She won’t be sleeping with me until she asks for it. Begs, even .
Belle is silent all the way to my quarters, her back stiff as she walks between two guards, in front of me. As she walks I watch the sway of her hips, the way her ass moves back and forth underneath the ugly pants we’ve given her .
And I think about her, on my lap, her clothes on the floor as she straddles me with my hand in her hair. I think about the way she’d soak through my pants with her wetness, the way I could drive her to the brink of orgasm over and over again, denying her until it drives her crazy .
We both enter my quarters, and I shut the heavy wooden door behind us. Suddenly, we’re alone for only the second time ever, but the silence seems complete as she turns to face me .
I lean against the door, hands in my pockets. Just watching to see what she’ll do .
“I’m not sleeping in your bed,” she says at last, her voice quiet, her hands in fists at her sides .
I just chuckle .
“Of course not,” I say, keeping my voice soft .
Belle looks a little relieved .
“You’ve got to earn that privilege,” I say .
She turns bright red, takes a step forward .
“Some privilege,” she says. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Is that why you’re keeping me here, because you get off on keeping girls captive ?”
Not exactly , I think .
And not girls .
Only you .
I laugh at her .
“I’m keeping you in the castle because I’m afraid you might try to bring down the lawful monarchy again if you escape,” I say, taking a step closer to her .
Now we’re six inches apart. I can see her pulse beating in her neck, fast and hard .
“And I’m keeping you with me because you’ve already proved me right once when you tried to escape,” I whisper. “Don’t try it again, Belle .”
Her eyes glitter angrily .
“Why on earth would I want to escape a lovely guest experience like this one?” she says, her voice bitter. “Being kept locked up by a madman is a blast, I’m loving every second of this .”
With that, she turns on her heel and stalks away, down a short hallway that leads to the other bedrooms in my chamber .
I let her walk. She can’t escape. She’s already learned that once tonight — even though the doors here are sometimes kept unlocked and the windows don’t have bars, she won’t be able to go free .
“First door on your right,” I call. “It should be to your liking .”
Without another word, she shoves the door open, walks in, slams it behind herself. I hear the lock click and chuckle to myself .
I’ve got the key. Of course I’ve got the key .
I flip off the lights, leaving the main door unlocked — there are guards outside and down the hall, Belle can’t escape and she knows it — and head for my own bedroom.
I was still at work when I spotted Belle tying her bedsheets together, so I shut down my computer, then wash my face, brush my teeth, take off my clothes .
Just as I’m about to get into bed myself, I stop and stare at the book case in my huge bedroom, my eyes lingering on it for a moment .
Not now , I think. Just go to bed, don’t get your hopes up …
But I’m already walking over, totally naked. Cock getting harder with every step I take, unable to stop the thoughts already running through I head. I grab the leather copy of de Sade’s Justine , pull the top back, and hear the satisfying click of the door opening .
I heave the bookshelf away from the wall and feel for the light switch inside the room, though even when I turn it on there isn’t much light available, only from the wall-mounted sconces designed to flicker slightly against the black walls .
Mood lighting .
It’s my favorite room in the castle. The one where I’m completely and utterly in control. The place where my word is command, where no one questions my decisions, my choices, my desires .
I take a step in. The air is a bit chilly, a bit stale, because it’s been ages since I’ve used the place. One black wall is lined with whips, crops, floggers — anything I can imagine that might cause the very best kind of pain .
Facing it on the other wall is a St. Andrew’s cross, an enormous person-sized X with restraints at the top and the bottom, and in the middle are the sex swing, spanking bench, and a huge king-sized bed .
There are restraints on the bed, of course, and the other wall is filled with chains and handcuffs of all sorts, my favorite spreader bar, a small assortment of nipple clamps .
Right above my head there’s a ring suspended from the ceiling, and I reach up, touch it lightly. Try not to think about Belle, cuffed to it, legs spread and blindfolded …
I shake my head. Force myself to stop, leave the black room, switch off the lights. I shut the bookshelf door behind me and slide into my bed, between the silk sheets that warm up almost instantly with my heat .
Before I go to sleep, I wrap my hand around the base of my thick cock one more time, think of Belle bent over the table, her sweet juices running down the inside of her thigh as I stroke her with one thumb.
I think of the way she’d moan my name, the way she’d fight each orgasm until she couldn’t any more .
I come quickly and then fall asleep .