Chapter Fourteen
Julian
I know I’m cruel. I know I’ve got a reputation for it, and God knows I’ve got a secret room off my bedroom full of whips and chains, exactly the kind of thing to make someone cry out in pleasure and pain all at once .
But this? This is crueler, and I know it. I’m punishing Belle for wanting me and denying herself, for trying to leave when she’s my prisoner .
Hell, I’m punishing myself for doing this to her .
I know it’s wrong. I’m not fucking stupid. I know that it’s borderline illegal and getting more questionable with every day that she spends here with me. There are rules about this kind of thing, laws, and prince or not I can still get myself in serious trouble .
The problem is that I don’t care .
I don’t care because of the way Belle moans when I tell her she’s going to ride my cock, because that means she wants it just as badly as I do, and I’m cruel because I’m not going to give it to her .
Not yet. She’s mine, body and soul, and that means I’m going to use her however I want and she’s going to come again and again, beg me to do wicked, filthy things to her .
But not yet. Not now .
Now , Belle needs to learn .
“Ride my cock just like this,” I whisper in her ear, her weight already heavy on my thick rod, her juices already halfway soaked through my trousers .
Something flicks across Belle’s face. Disappointment, I think, even as she rolls her hips against me and I watch her in the mirror as the pearls slide back and forth, between her lips .
Fuck, it feels good. She’s going slow and steady, grinding all the way down the length of my cock, her eyes half-shut and her lips parted. I’m watching the pearls disappear beneath her pussy and come back soaking wet and slick, the friction between us almost unbearable .
“You like the way my cock feels?” I ask her, grabbing her thick chestnut hair in one hand and tugging her head backward .
“Yes,” she says, swallowing hard. “ Sir .”
“Do you like watching yourself get off like this? With you half-naked while I’m fully clothed ?”
“Yes sir,” she moans, her voice barely above a whisper .
I run my hands up her body, feeling her fast breathing, her ribcage heaving. I like watching her in the mirror, knowing that she’s watching herself, too, especially while she does something this dirty .
Belle doesn’t strike me as a virgin, but she does strike me as someone who’s never done anything like the things I’m going to do to her. A good, vanilla, missionary-sex-with-the-lights-out kind of girl .
While I’m anything but .
I grab the shoulder straps of her dress, pull them down her arms until her perfect, round breasts as visible, bouncing slowly as she slides along my cock. Her nipples are hard as glass, pink and round and puffy .
I trace circles around them torturing her. Belle moans again, her hands clutching the skirt around her waist, and I cup her breasts in my hands, threading my fingers around her nipples without touching them .
I know what she wants. I’m just making her wait for it, even though doing this while watching us in the mirror, while feeling her try her best to fuck me through my trousers, is impossibly intoxicating .
I grab her. Squeeze, her back arching and her eyes going shut as my fingers finally shut around her nipples, pinching them hard as her hips move faster against me, bucking uncontrollably .
Belle gasps. She moans, she whimpers .
“Please,” she says, chanting it like a woman lost. “Please, sir .”
I pinch her nipples harder and she cries out. My trousers are soaked through with her juices, my cock wet and slippery despite the layers of fabric between us .
I’m close to coming and I know Belle is right on the brink, because I can already feel the tremors moving through her body as the pearls slip past her sensitive nub again and again .
I grab her hips, force her to stop. Her eyes pop open, her breath coming in gasps, and all she can do is look at me, questioningly .
“Get on your knees,” I tell her, my voice full of quiet command .
She bites her lip, still looking foggy with lust, slowly lets her skirt falls from her hands .
“I haven’t …”
“Come? I know,” I say. “Belle, I promise you that when I do finally let you come, everyone in this kingdom and the next will know. That’s a promise .”
She swallows, brings her knees together. She slides from my lap and kneels in front of me, facing the mirror, her pretty tits with their swollen, bright pink nipples still on full display .
I lean back and unzip my trousers, soaked through with her juices, and my wet cock springs out instantly. In the mirror, Belle’s eyes widen .
“You’re facing the wrong way,” I tell her .
She turns. She can’t even make eye contact with me, only with my massive, swollen cock, already soaking with her arousal even though she’s never touched it .
With her dress down around her waist, I can watch her nipples stiffen even more, so hard that it nearly looks painful. I’ve got nipple clamps in the secret room, and for half a second, I consider leaving to get them because she’d look so pretty clamped, the chain bouncing between her tits .
But I shake my head, knowing I’m not about to leave right now for anything .
Belle swallows. She reaches one tentative hand forward, biting her lip unconsciously, and I let her get a centimeter from my swollen cock before I grab her wrist hard, feeling the delicate tendons and bone protest beneath my strong fingers .
“Ask permission,” I command .
Her eyes flick to mine, a wondrous combination of lust and fear and the wanton desire to be told what to do .
“May I touch you?” she says, and swallows. “ Sir ?”
My hand tightens, her fingers twitching .
“Touch what ?”
Her eyes move down to my cock, the head so swollen it’s nearly purple .
“Your…”
“Cock. Say it .”
She colors slightly, her fingers twitching again, and then Belle looks me in the eye .
“Sir, may I touch your cock?” she whispers, nearly stumbling over that last word but getting through it like a good girl .
I don’t think she’s ever said the word cock before, and certainly not out loud to a man, but dear God I like it .
I like my dirty Belle, and she’s about to get a whole lot dirtier .
“Not with your hands,” I tell her .
She understands instantly. Good. I’m glad that my captive kitten isn’t stupid .
Belle lifts her other hand to my thigh, and I slide my hand around her wrist, pinning both her hands to the tops of my legs as she leans forward .
I can tell she’s still a little nervous, a little unsure about this, but then Belle swipes her tongue softly against the underside of my throbbing head and I forget all about that, a low growl coming from somewhere deep in my chest .
God, she feels good. She takes the very tip of my thick cock into her mouth, sucking at me, swirling her tongue around, and almost instantly I’m lost, barely hanging onto my control by a thread .
“More,” I growl, and Belle complies, her hands still on my thighs, sucking more of me into her mouth, her pretty lips sliding down my shaft so slowly that it feels like every nerve in my body is standing on end .
I swallow. I hold my breath, afraid again that I’m going to lose control. Belle has me teetering on the brink in a way that I haven’t felt in years, if ever .
“More,” I demand again, and now my cock hits the back of her mouth .
She swallows against me, reflexively, holding me there for a long moment before she pulls back, eyes still closed, tongue stiff against the underside of my cock .
I let one of her hands free from where I’ve been clenching them against my thighs and slide my fingers through her hair, stroking her head before I make a fist .
She’s still got the head of my cock in her mouth, slurping and sucking, and the moment I grab her by the hair her eyes go half-shut and she whimpers with pleasure, a totally unconscious little noise that drives me completely fucking wild .
I don’t lose control. Not quite, but I’m close to it as I push Belle’s mouth back down my shaft, groaning as she takes me in her mouth, her hands tightening on my thighs when I hit her soft palette again, hand clenched in her hair, holding her there for a long moment .
She looks up at me, my cock two-thirds in her mouth, pretty lips wrapped around me. Her eyes are starting to tear up and as she blinks, she swallows against the tip of my cock, her warm, wet mouth moving against me .
I exhale sharply and pull her head back, her mouth bright red and swollen as she slurps and sucks furiously, her lips just reaching the tip of my cock before she takes a deep breath and takes me in again, nails tight against my thighs.
I’ve still got my trousers on and I can hear the soft scraping noise they make as I hit the back of her mouth one more time .
I push her head down, groaning. She resists me for a split second, a single tear tracking from her eye, and then all at once she swallows me .
“Oh, fuck ,” is the only thing I can say as all of a sudden Belle is deep throating my cock, her lips against the zipper of my trousers, her nose in the short, curly hair at the base of my cock .
She doesn’t make a noise, just looks up at me again with those big, wet eyes, and despite having my cock down her throat she’s somehow innocent and beautiful, all at once .
And mine .
Irrevocably mine .
I let her pull her head back, even though I’m struggling to stay in control. Belle swallows me again and again, and even though my hand is fisted in her hair I can feel how eager she is, how much she wants this as I watch her from two angles, above and in the mirror .
I don’t last long. Normally I could do this for much longer, but there’s something about Belle. Within seconds I’m forcing myself not to come, driven on by the tight, warm pleasure of her mouth, of watching her from behind as well as above .
And the noises she makes. Quiet moaning every time she pulls back, almost like I’m fucking her. I’m completely certain that she’s so wet her juices are running down her thighs, that if she thought I’d let her she’d be getting herself off right now as she sucked me .
It only takes a few more strokes before I hold her against myself, cock completely buried, and spill myself down her throat. Belle swallows again and again, greedily, like she can’t get enough, until I finally release her, and she pulls away, gasping .
“Lick it clean,” I growl .
Belle has twin tear tracks running down her face, but she obeys me, sucking and slurping my slowly-softening cock voraciously until it’s pristine .
“Good girl,” I say softly .