Chapter Twenty-One
Belle
I don’t think, I just do what he says and crawl to the edge of the bed .
The flimsy white dress I’m wearing falls back down as I do, covering me again, but Julian lifts it over my hips slowly, taking the time to slide one finger between my lips and stroke my clit, trace a sticky trail all the way to my tightly puckered back hole .
I bite my lip but don’t dare move a muscle. Right now, I want to give him everything , total control over my body, anything he wants .
He sits in front of me, feet flat on the floor, his cock tenting up his pants. I can’t help but lick my lips, ready to get on my knees again for him, but I wait for his order .
“Bend over my legs,” he says softly .
I do it, and before I know it I’m bent in half and exposed, both feet on the floor, face down, my torso pressed into his strong leg, my ass sticking straight up into the air .
His hand lands on it with a sharp smack , pain flooding through my body, and I cry out involuntarily .
“That was for trying to escape,” he murmurs, his big hand caressing the spot where he just spanked me .
It sends tingles through my whole body, and I can practically feel the outline of his hand on my ass, burning and throbbing so close to my pussy that it just makes me wetter .
“Yes, sir,” I gasp out .
Julian spanks me again, a fresh spot on my other buttock, and this time I only gasp, I don’t shout. The pleasure follows faster this time, the tingle that goes straight to the nerves in my pussy, where I can practically feel his eyes watching me get wetter and wetter .
“That was for getting yourself off without me,” he murmurs, his hand caressing my ass, my thighs, my lower back .
His hand lands again, even harder this time, but I’m prepared, and I don’t make any noise at all besides a soft moan .
“One of the first nights you were here, I watched you,” he says. “Were you thinking about me ?”
It would be pointless to deny that I was, especially now, pussy gushing juices as he spanks me. I inhale sharply, about to say yes, sir , but his hand lands again and the force of it drives the air from my lungs .
“Yes, sir,” I finally manage to squeak out, and Julian chuckles .
“Good girl,” he says, and spanks me again .
I should be humiliated. This is a children’s punishment, and he’s literally got me over his knee, face down. I’m not, though, because even as he keeps going, my buttocks throbbing and tingling and burning, every few strokes he stops, drips a finger between my lips and strokes me .
It’s making me crazy. I want him to stop and I don’t want him to stop; I want him to toss me on the bed and fuck me, but I also want him to make me come this crazy new way, because it wouldn’t take more than a touch .
“You get wetter every time I spank you,” he says, his voice now a rough growl .
Sprawled over his lap, I can feel his cock trying to practically burst through his trousers. I know I’m not the only one enjoying this .
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice interrupted by another blow .
They’re coming faster, harder now, like Julian is starting to lose control .
“You like being bent over and punished,” he goes on. “And you like it when I tell you what a dirty, filthy girl you are to have your pussy in my face like this, about to come .”
Suddenly the blows stop, and he slides two fingers into my pussy, next to the vibrator. He pushes the toy hard against the sensitive nerves in my front wall, stretching me tight and making me squirm and moan .
“I’m going to do filthy things to you, Belle, and you’re going to like them,” Julian goes on .
His fingers move, my pussy so full I can barely move .
“I’m going to make you come while I spank you,” he says, his cock getting even harder under my ribcage. “And I’m going to make you come while I fuck you, while you’re tied up and helpless, while you’re bent over and chained up .”
His other hand grabs my hair, pulling my head back so he can whisper in my ear .
“I’m going to make you come hard with my cock in your ass. I’m going to stuff you in every hole and you’re going to love it, Belle, because you’re my filthy little pet, aren’t you ?”
His fingers move and I’m teetering on the edge of climax, my body utterly betraying me. I know I shouldn’t like it when he talks to me like this, and I shouldn’t desperately want him to follow through on all his filthy promises, but I do .
Dear God, I do .
“Yes, sir,” I whimper, head still held back by my hair .
“Good,” he whispers, and lets me go .
An instant later he spanks me again with that hand, his fingers still in my pussy, and the dual sensations drive me right over the edge. He does it again and again and I come hard, every nerve in my body firing at once in pain and pleasure, all at the same time .
When he’s finished I’m gasping, still bent over his lap. I’m still wearing this see-through white dress, and he’s stroking me, tracing his fingers over the bright red welts I’m sure I have .
Then, suddenly, he pulls the vibrator out of my pussy. I gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but he tosses it somewhere, pushes me to my feet and gets up himself .
Before I can think he’s got his hand in my hair again, so tightly it brings tears to my eyes, and he kisses me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth .
I let him. I want him to explore every part of me, take me completely under his control .
As Julian kisses me he runs his other hand over my body, roughly palming one nipple and then pinching it until I moan into his mouth, shuddering, and he breaks the kiss .
“I was going to wait,” he growls. “But I don’t think I can, Belle .”
“Wait for — ”
I don’t get the rest of the question out, because he spins me around until I’m facing the bed, then pushes me down onto it, my feet still on the floor. With one hand he grabs both of my wrists and holds them behind my back and I turn my head to the side, gasping for air .
Behind me I hear a zip , and then my dress is shoved roughly over my hips, his fingers tracing the welts on my ass yet again .
“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” Julian growls. “Completely perfect .”
I can feel his eyes on me, on what he’s done to me, and all I can do is moan because I want more . I want everything that he has to give me so badly I can taste it .
Then there’s something else at my entrance, something that’s not his fingers and I moan again, on my tiptoes. Julian hesitates, and I know he’s watching me, in this submissive position, barely able to move, as I beg him for his cock without using words .
He teases me. He pushes the thick, throbbing head between my lips, just to my entrance, and then pulls it back, drawing it in a circle around my clit while I whimper, legs shaking .
“Beg me,” he growls .
“Please,” I gasp into the silk sheets under my face .
His cock dips inside me again, drawing out a long, low moan, and I can hear him inhale sharply .
“Please what ?”
“Please fuck me,” I beg, rising even higher on my toes, offering myself. “Please fuck me, sir .”
There’s a low, rumbling noise from his chest, and his hand jerks on my wrists, pulling my shoulders back just to the point of pain. I cry out, but as I do Julian suddenly thrusts inside me and my cries turn to moans .
“Oh, my God,” I whimper into the sheets as Julian hilts himself in a single stroke, a wave of chills breaking over my whole body .
He’s huge . I knew that, of course, but when he had his cock down my throat last night I somehow didn’t quite realize how huge .
My whole body is shivering, shuddering, my pussy completely and utterly filled with his massive girth. He pulls on my wrists again, grinding his cock inside me as deep as it’ll go, making sure that he hits every pleasure center I have .
“Your tight little pussy feels even better than I thought it would,” he growls, his voice filled with pleasure .
“Don’t stop,” I somehow manage to whisper .
Julian pulls back until only the thick, ridged head of his cock is inside me, and the motion makes me whimper with pleasure again .
Then there’s a sharp, hard smack on my ass, and my whole body spasms in surprise. Behind me, Julian gasps .
“Don’t stop what ,” he says .
“Don’t stop, sir,” I moan. “ Please .”
He fucks me again, so hard it knocks the air out of my lungs, and as he does he spanks me again, making my body jerk .
“Every time I spank you your pussy squeezes me like a fist,” he says, breathing heavily. “I could get to like fucking you, Belle .”
I bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut. Every time he does it my whole body throbs with the combination of pleasure and pain, a feeling I didn’t know existed before tonight .
Julian doesn’t stop, and I’m completely helpless, held down on this bed and fucked hard by a huge, ruthless man. With every thrust and every blow, I spiral closer and closer to the edge, moaning and whimpering, both legs shaking so hard with pleasure that I’m afraid they’ll give out underneath me .
Finally, he slams into me so hard the whole bed shakes, pulling back on my arms, and I nearly scream with pleasure as the dam finally bursts over me. I feel like I’m breaking into a thousand pieces and each one of those is breaking into a thousand more, completely overwhelmed .
I see stars. I think I may never be able to speak again, but that’s okay because there’s nothing but wave after wave of pleasure washing over my body and Julian’s monstrous cock inside me .
I’m still coming when he smacks my ass one final time and then pulls me back, hard, and I can feel him throbbing inside me, spilling himself deep. I moan, clenching, suddenly wanting everything that this man has to give me, no matter what .
In another moment, he stops. He lets my wrists go, and I feel the weight of his arms on either side of my body, sinking into the mattress. He’s still inside of me as he lightly kisses the back of my neck, and I blink in surprise at the strangely gentle gesture .
“Clean up,” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow .”