Chapter Twenty-Four
Belle
I t’s a sex dungeon .
I’ve read about sex dungeons, but I’ve never seen one before. I didn’t even completely believe that they existed, but here I am, practically naked and standing in the doorway to one .
I’m speechless, motionless. I don’t know what to do, but Julian leans down, puts his lips next to my ear .
“Go on,” he growls, and I step forward .
I don’t know what most of this stuff is . There’s a wall lined with whips and floggers, a huge wooden X against one wall, and a few pieces of furniture outfitted with cuffs and locks and chains .
Not to mention the enormous bed in the middle of the room, made up with the same black silk sheets as Julian’s regular bed .
“Ready to play, Belle?” he asks, caressing my neck with surprising gentleness .
I swallow hard, remembering last night, the pleasure-pain of being spanked, of letting Julian do whatever he wanted to me .
“Yes, sir,” I finally whisper .
He takes my hand and leads me in, closing the bookcase behind us. The light in here is low, the air warm enough that I’m not cold .
As he passes the wall, Julian grabs a small flogger — or maybe it’s a whip, I don’t really know — from a hook, his hand still on the small of my back as he leads me to a chain hanging from the ceiling .
“Put your hands over your head,” he growls in my ear, his lips close to my neck .
A shiver passes through my body as I obey, and before I know it, the cuffs on my wrists are attached to the chain and I can’t move .
Then there’s something over my eyes and I’m blindfolded, Julian tying it behind my head. I’m panting for breath, my ribs expanding under my skin, and with every inhale I jostle the chain attached to my nipples, shooting sensation through my torso .
Julian caresses my behind with the implement he’s got, that small motion sending a cascade of shivers through my body. Not being able to see heightens every sensation to its maximum, and I’m biting my lip in pure anticipation, not knowing whether to expect pleasure or pain .
One hand caresses my breast, fingers light on my swollen nipple .
“I told you that you’d be mine, didn’t I?” he whispers in my ear .
“Yes,” I whisper, and that short word has left my lips the flogger has landed on my ass, right in the middle of my left cheek and I gasp, hands clenching at the chain above my head .
The pain bolts through my body, leaves me unable to breathe for a moment, dancing on my toes, arms sagging in my cuffs. But then there’s Julian’s hand on the front of my body, tugging lightly at the chain between my nipples, and the noise I finally make is somewhere between a groan and a sigh .
“You, Belle,” Julian starts .
The flogger lands on the other cheek, just as hard as the first one, and I gasp again, fingers and toes clenching as the sensation sizzles along my nerves, hot and cold all at once .
“Are completely and utterly mine .”
This time it lands on my upper thigh, the sensitive skin just below my ass, half an inch from my soaking wet pussy and I just moan, the sound somehow encompassing everything I’m feeling right now, pleasure and pain and desire all at once .
He keeps flogging me, and I can feel the swollen, raised welts he’s raising along my backside, my whole body lit up with the feeling of half pleasure and half pain .
Julian slides his left hand down the front of my body as he keeps flogging me with his right, his rough fingers shoving under my barely-there thong and finding my clit .
He just chuckles into my ear as he starts circling it with his fingers, the flogger landing on a part of my thigh he hadn’t gotten to yet, a fresh welt swelling almost instantly .
“You’re ready to come in two seconds,” he murmurs into my ear, pinching my clit between two fingers. “You must like being my dirty little pet, Belle .”
The flogger hits me again, his fingers pressing lightly against my clit, and I can only throw my head back and moan, the mix of pleasure and pain almost too much for me .
Julian only gets rougher. He brings me to the brink of orgasm again and again until I’m begging him to either make me come or stop, and then he does it again. And again .
My legs can barely hold me up, but Julian’s relentless, my words only egging him on, bringing his monster out even further .
“More,” he growls in my ear, the flogger landing savagely on fresh skin .
“Please,” I whimper, his fingers working me close to the brink again. “Make me come. Fuck me, do anything you want, just let me come .”
“Let you come …”
His gravelly voice trails off .
“Let me come, sir,” I whisper .
He strikes me one last time, a blow that nearly brings me to my knees and to climax at the same time, and then he stops.
I hear something small and wooden hit the floor behind me, then he grabs my hands in one of his, his still-clothed cock suddenly against my ass, hard and swollen, the cloth against my freshly-flogged skin incredibly sensitive .
“Please,” I breathe again, the only word I can think right now .
Suddenly my hands are released and he’s pushing me forward, across the floor, until the front of my thighs hits something padded, and I stumble, my elbows hitting more padding as I gasp in surprise .
Before I know it, he’s pulled my arms down, the cuffs locked to something else, his hands sliding over the sensitive skin on my ass before he locks my legs in as well and suddenly I’m bent over, my torso pressed against what feels like expensive leather, unable to move again .
Behind me there’s a soft zipping sound, and then Julian yanks my tiny thong off with a single motion, the thin fabric biting into my flesh for a moment before giving way .
“You nearly made me lose control,” he growls, one hand on my back, pushing me down into the leather cushions. “It’s time you learned what happens when you do .”