Chapter Twenty-Two
Julian
B elle doesn’t say much. I tore her dress pretty badly in my eagerness to fuck her, so now she wipes between her thighs with it, her movements still shaky .
I’m no good at this part. Normally after I fuck a girl like this, I just leave without even saying goodbye. Once I’ve achieved orgasm I’m usually finished, but with Belle I have the strange urge to stick around, kiss her, ask her if she enjoyed herself .
“Wait,” I tell her as she walks for the door, wordless .
Belle turns, faces me .
I don’t say anything, just give her a long, lingering kiss .
Then I let her leave .
I spend the rest of the night working .
* * *
I sleep alone. That’s the rule, and I don’t break it for anyone. Not only have I never actually wanted a girl to stick around afterward, no one needs to be subjected to this .
I don’t want anyone seeing the way I wake up, covered in sweat, panting for breath. I don’t need anyone to hear me talking in my sleep .
And most of all, I don’t need to accidentally hurt anyone in my sleep .
When I finally finish work and head into my bedroom, the rest of the suite is completely silent. Belle must have already gone to bed, which is good, since it’s past two in the morning .
I head into my own bedroom and brush my teeth, unable to get visions of her out of my head. No matter what I do, she’s there in the back of my mind, teasing me, taunting me .
Just as I’m about to get into my huge, black bed, I pause in front of the bookshelf .
Don’t , I think. Just go to bed, think about it tomorrow .
But I reach out one hand, push the shelf back to reveal the room .
It’s exactly as I left it, of course. Whips and floggers lining one wall, St. Andrew’s cross against one, other furniture designed purely for pain and pleasure around the small room .
I swallow hard, trying to force myself not to think. I’ve already done so much to Belle, pushed her past where I thought her limits would be, that I know I should go easy on her for a few days .
Only spank her and then fuck her, like I did tonight. Only make her wear nipple clamps and tie her arms behind her .
Only put her legs in a spreader bar and lick her so she comes until it hurts .
But I can’t stop thinking about showing her this room, about the way her eyes might light up in half nervousness and half arousal .
I can’t stop thinking about what she’d look like bent over the spanking bench, hands and feet fastened together, or how she might cry out when I flogged her .
Most of all, I can’t stop thinking about how it felt to be deep inside Belle — her mouth, her pussy — and how every second I’m awake, I’m aching to take her in every hole, make that sweet girl filthy .
* * *
The next morning, before I leave to go rule the kingdom, I give Belle a box and tell her not to open it until that evening. I’ve got no doubt that she’ll obey me completely and that she’s wet just thinking about what could possibly be in there .
I know, of course. And I know that despite herself, she’ll like it. She’ll have a hard time not getting herself off the moment she opens the box to see what’s inside .
“You won’t try to run away again, will you?” I ask just before I leave .
She smiles, a laugh around her eyes. Belle is wearing a floor-length black silk robe, the only clothing I left her, and I can see her stiff nipples already poking at the fabric .
“Of course not,” she says, the box under one arm .
I swallow hard, staring at her perfect, willing body. If I wanted to, I could bend her over the sofa right now, make my filthy girl scream before I got on with the business of running a country, but I need to have some self- control .
Besides, this will give me something to look forward to today .
“Good,” I growl at her, brushing one thumb across her obvious nipple .
Belle closes her eyes, lips parted, a shiver running through her body as she leans into me, practically begging for my touch .
“And no peeking,” I tell her, then turn abruptly and leave the room .