Chapter Fifteen
Belle
P ull up your skirt,” Julian commands .
I hesitate, just for a moment. I don’t know why I do — I’m afraid for him to find out that I’m so wet for him my pussy juices are running down the insides of both thighs? — but I do hesitate .
Watching me dangerously, he tucks himself back into his pants, zips them. I clench slightly in disappointment, let out a long breath as I force myself not to stare .
“Belle,” he growls. “I’m not telling you again .”
I blink away the last of the tears and tug my skirt up, letting the thin material skim my thighs until I’m exposed .
Julian, still leaning back in his chair, crooks one finger at me. I take a step forward, between his legs, my pussy throbbing and aching with anticipation .
I feel wild, wanton, like I’d let him do anything and do it happily. I’ve never felt this way before, never enjoyed submission like this. I don’t think I’ve ever tried it .
“Sit on my lap and show me how wet you are,” he says without moving .
I look down. His knees are splayed wide, and I bite my lip as I step carefully to the outside of one, trying to balance .
Julian grabs my hips with his firm, steady hands, guiding me until I’m straddling him .
“Drape the skirt behind you,” he commands, and I shove it backward, over my hips .
I’m almost totally exposed to him, the bodice of my dress still around my waist as well, my rock-hard nipples and dripping pussy completely betraying my body’s pure animal desire for this man .
He pulls me forward by the hips and I gasp, eyes fluttering closed with anticipation .
“Put your hands on my knees and lean back,” he tells me, voice lowering. “And don’t move .”
At the same time, he strokes one thumb over my clit and pussy, top to bottom, and reaches into the top drawer of a side table next to him. I moan out loud, completely unable to help myself, toes and fingers curling .
“You like it when I touch you,” he says, the barest glimmer of a smile crossing his face .
It’s not a question, but I answer him anyway .
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, my voice hitching in my throat .
He’s got something in his hand, but he closes his fingers around it before I can figure out what .
“You want me to make you come,” he growls. “Did sucking my cock get you this wet, Belle ?”
I’m spread across his lap, practically naked. I have no secrets .
“Yes, sir,” I murmur .
He strokes me again, just once, with his thumb. This time he lazily circles my clit in a slick circle, making my hips roll and my back arch .
“And you thought I’d fuck you right now,” he goes on .
I swallow hard, not answering, because I was definitely hoping that .
“You thought,” he says, his voice dropping low, two fingers finding their way to my entrance.
“That after coming down your throat, I’d put you on my lap and let you ride my thick cock until I let you come.
Or maybe you thought I’d bend you over this couch and fuck you hard while you screamed into the cushions . ”
He slides two fingers into me, and I moan, head thrown back. To be honest, I’d barely thought about the mechanics of the act at all — I just wanted it .
“Or maybe,” he whispers. “You thought I’d take you back to my bedroom and make love to you there, whisper some sweet nothings in your ear while I made you come again and again, until you couldn’t come any more .”
He adds a third finger, crooking all three against the sensitive spot at the front of my channel, and my breath catches in my throat .
“I’m not, Belle,” he says, his voice still dangerous. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight .”
Julian pauses .
“I’m not even going to let you come,” he tells me, sliding his fingers out, grabbing my thigh with his hand .
I stiffen .
What?
He’s worked me up like this, put my pussy right in his face, made me dripping wet and desperate, and now he’s not going to let me come ?
I could cry, but I’m frozen, just staring at him .
“Please?” I finally whisper. “ Sir ?”
Julian looks down, into his hand, opening his fingers around something that looks like a pink silicone egg. I know what it is instantly, and I hold my breath .
He’s going to torture me .
I disobeyed, I tried to escape, and now he’s going to torture me .
“You’ll come when I think you deserve it,” he says, his voice quiet. “And not a moment before .”
With that, he slides his other hand into his pocket, and a moment later the vibrator hums. The sound is barely audible, and I bite my lip and he grasps it between his thick fingers .
Julian slides the vibrator against me and I jolt, starting at my clit and slowly, so slowly, making his way down until it’s nestled between my pussy lips, buzzing and shaking against my entrance .
My breath is coming in quick, desperate pants, my eyelids at half-mast and my toes curling as he moves it up, circles my clit. I buck my hips on his lap, silently begging for more, for my captor to change his mind .
“Please,” I hear myself whisper, my voice barely there. “Please, sir .”
I’m barely hanging on by a thread and he’s watching my face closely. Just when I’m about to go over the edge, just when I’m desperate and needy and feel like I’m about to lose my mind, he pulls it away .
The hum stops, and there’s only the sound of my harsh breathing .
Then, without speaking, he nestles the vibrator against me, pushing it inside me with one quick motion .
I gasp, invaded. The small egg feels strange inside me, pressing against my sensitive spots, and I unconsciously buck my hips, trying to get more .
It doesn’t move, though Julian’s hand in still in his pocket .
“That stays there until I take it out,” he purrs. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a bit more work to do before I go to bed tonight .”
I stand, disappointed beyond belief, still topless but my skirt falling around my feet .
Julian stands as well, towering over me, and runs his hands over my body one last time, rolling a nipple between his fingers .
“You’ve got a press conference tomorrow,” he murmurs, taking my chin in one hand. “Better get some sleep .”
Before I can be surprised, he kisses me softly, gently. It’s not rough and possessive like our earlier kisses, but instead, it’s almost sweet. Loving .
I don’t know what’s happening. Is this the same man who just growled that I’d come when he wanted and not a moment sooner ?
Julian pulls back. He runs one thumb over my cheekbone, and then before I can say anything, he’s gone again, striding for a back room in this suite, leaving me alone in the living room, body still tingling from what we still did .
I touch one hand to my lips, gently .
What just happened ? I wonder .