Chapter Seventeen
Belle
I don’t sleep well that night. I mean, of course I don’t — I’ve got a thick vibrator stuffed into my pussy, and I know it could go off at any minute .
That’s because I also know that the man with a remote is a sadistic, controlling bastard who told me that he owns my body and my orgasms .
A sadistic, controlling bastard who I did things with I’ve never done with anyone before. I’m not a virgin, but I thought I was a missionary-in-the-dark kind of girl — tame and vanilla, pretty normal as far as sex goes .
But that was before today. Before he demanded that I put on a dress and pearl underpants.
Before he had me kneel, show him my pussy, suck his cock.
Something about Julian makes me want to submit, hand over all control to him, put myself into a place where I feel wonderful and fuzzy, where all I have to do is obey .
As I fall asleep, finally, I’m tempted to touch myself. The vibrator’s mere presence inside me has me half-wet already, the urge to get myself off almost impossible to resist .
But I have the feeling that Julian would know . I don’t know if he’s got cameras in here or what, or whether he’d just know anyway, but I don’t .
I’m a good girl, after all .
* * *
When I wake up in the morning, staring at the ceiling of my prison-slash-guest quarters, there’s a second where I forget what’s happened, and then I freeze .
And I wait for the vibrator to go off, but nothing happens .
I sit up in bed, cautiously put both feet on the floor, and nothing happens. The prince left me very nice silk pajamas — a top and bottom, real pajamas, not lingerie — and I brush my teeth and wash my face, expecting the vibrator to go off at any moment .
It doesn’t .
I leave my room, heart pounding. I don’t know whether it’s anticipation or nerves as I make my way to the kitchen, looking for breakfast. I grab a bowl from where I found them last night, pour cereal in, pour in milk, and start eating still standing at the counter .
Suddenly, it goes off .
I gasp and drop my spoon into my cereal, milk splashing everywhere, fingers curling around the edge of the counter. It feels like it’s rocking me to my core, the vibrations coming in waves from weak to strong and back to weak .
I bite my lip, look out the window over the sink at the gardens below, and try to fight it .
He’s not going to get the best of me like this , I think to myself .
After denying me like that, I’m not coming over cereal while Julian’s not even here .
He’ll have to do at least a little better than this .
My toes curl against the floor, and I lock my knees against the delicious sensation building inside me as the vibration gets stronger and stronger, my pussy clenching despite my best efforts .
I hold my breath, fighting. I know that I could take it out right now, throw it across the kitchen and tell Julian that I’m not playing this game with him, but I can’t .
I don’t want to .
What I want is for Julian to come in here, yank it out himself, lean me over the counter and fuck me until I come. That’s what I was totally certain he was going to do last night, and I’m slowly unraveling, fantasizing about the possibility .
The vibrations wane, then build. I lean on my elbows over the counter, cereal totally forgotten. Someone’s moaning, and it takes me a long second to realize that it’s me , the sound echoing from the marble .
I curl my hands into fists, desperately tempted to reach down between my legs because I know that just touching my clit right now would make me explode .
Suddenly, the vibrations click off. I drop my forehead to the counter, because even though I’m certain that Julian’s watching me somehow, I need this one moment to catch my breath before I look up .
“Did I interrupt your breakfast?” he asks, his voice low and smooth .
I inhale deeply, push myself off the counter. Clear my throat .
“What do you mean ?”
He’s standing in the doorway, and his eyes flare, his hand in his pockets. The vibrator comes to life for a split second, and my whole body jolts, then stills .
“Don’t think you can toy with me,” he says, still sounding dangerous .
I nearly say but you’re toying with me , and instead I say nothing as he walks over to me, towering over me until my back is against the counter .
Julian claims my mouth without saying anything else, and I give in to him, his tongue exploring me, his teeth scraping slightly against my lip as he pushes me back, one hand roaming up my body .
I can feel his heat perfectly through the silk pajamas as he cups my breast, nipple stiffening instantly. He slides his palm over the hard peak, and I whimper into his mouth, wishing that I were this turned on by anything else .
He doesn’t respond, just pushes his other hand past the waist of my pajamas, caressing my mound and finding my clit with his rough, thick fingers and massaging it gently, slowly .
I moan again, and his mouth leaves mine .
“I can tell you obeyed me,” he whispers into my ear. “I was certain that the moment I left you alone last night you’d get yourself off, you were so desperate. But I can tell you haven’t .”
He slides a finger into me, nudging it against the still vibrator. I gasp, clutching at the edge of the counter .
“If you had, you wouldn’t be nearly this pliant or this wet ,” he goes on, finger stroking the tip of the vibrator and his palm against my clit. It’s just enough to drive me wild, not enough to make me come .
I feel like reality is fading away into the space where I would do anything he tells me. Anything at all .
“You’re scheduled to do a press conference in an hour,” he breathes into my ear.
“And you can tell them whatever you like. You can pull this toy out of your pussy and hold it up, say I’m keeping you hostage.
You can tell them that you’re in prison, and I’m sure that if you do there will be an uproar and you’ll be free to go home by the end of the day, because even princes listen to their subjects sometimes . ”
He keeps rubbing, his other hand sliding the silk fabric of my pajamas over my nipple, and I moan again. I’m right on the brink of orgasm, having a hard time processing his words, barely able to stay on my own two feet .
“But if you do anything but tell them that you’re being a fairly treated guest, this will never happen again,” he murmurs. “You can come as many times as you want but it’ll never be me doing it, Belle, so choose wisely .”
With that he pulls his fingers out of my panties, and I step back from the cliff, gasping .
“No,” I whisper, involuntarily. “ Please .”
Julian just holds his fingers to my lips .
“Lick,” he commands me .
I look down at his fingers, my juices sliding down toward his palm. This is so dirty, filthy , and I’ve never done anything like it before that I hesitate for a moment .
Then I open my mouth, gingerly, Julian’s eyes burning into me, and I lick his fingers.
It’s salty and sweet, but the way he growls when I do it sends a shiver down my spine.
I suck hard at his fingers, a moan escaping my throat as I make sure I get every single drop off his hand before he pulls it from my mouth .
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Now go get ready .”