Chapter Twenty-Seven
Julian
I take Belle out of my secret room. I’m still clothed and she’s totally naked, following me obediently, her hand in mine, willing and compliant. I close the bookshelf behind us, lead her to my personal bathroom, put her in the shower .
Belle’s eyes drift closed as the hot water hits her skin, and I roll up my sleeves.
I wash her whole body while she stands there, still softly compliant, turning this way and that, making sure I can get every part of her body.
When I’m done with that I wash her hair, rinse it thoroughly, massaging her scalp and running my fingers through the long dark brown strands .
I turn the water off, towel Belle dry. Finally, she steps onto the mat without saying a word and reaches past me, grabbing a second towel. In a flash she’s wrapped that one around her glorious hair, no longer dripping down her back, and I can’t help but laugh .
She looks surprised, then laughs with me .
“I’m afraid I don’t know much about hair care,” I tell her, still drying the rest of her body .
I didn’t take the butt plug out. I want that to stay, remind her of who she is now and what she did with me .
Plus, it’s a reminder to her of things to come .
“I can tell,” she teases me softly. “You don’t even have conditioner in here .”
“I’ll have you make a list of what I’m missing,” I say, wrapping the giant, fluffy towel around her, letting my arms stay around her body for a few moments .
Belle looks at me, searchingly, like she’s got a question that she doesn’t quite know how to phrase, but she doesn’t say anything .
So I lead her back into my room, to my bed with the black silk sheets, pull them back for her. She takes the towel out of her hair, and I toss it into a hamper, take off the towel around her body, and she slides between them, pulling them around her, and looking at me sleepily .
For a long moment I just stand there, looking at her. I want to tell her that this is a first: the first time I’ve had a girl in both my dungeon and my bed, the first time I’ve come inside someone and then wanted them to stay .
“Do you have more work to do?” she asks softly, one arm over her head, her eyes blinking slowly .
“No,” I tell her, simply .
There’s work I could do, of course. I probably should be doing it, but right now, I can’t quite tear myself away from her .
I walk to the door, turning off the light switch, plunging the room into near-total darkness. I undress, tossing my clothes toward the hamper, then crawl into my bed on the other side and lie there for a moment, reveling in the strange sensation of someone else in the bed with me .
Then I roll onto my side, put my arms around Belle, and we fall asleep that way, without saying another word. I don’t even mind that her hair is still wet .
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That night becomes our daily ritual for the next week: in the morning, I leave her something to wear, and when I come home, she’s waiting for me .
Once she’s in wrist and ankle cuffs that she’s locked together, once a corset and ball gag. There’s a full latex suit with the crotch cut out. There’s the day that I simply leave her with a set of ben wa balls and the instruction that she wear them until I arrive home, then present herself naked .
The butt plug stays in except for necessity and when I change it out, twice, for a slightly wider one. She moans when I do it, slowly pushing the bigger plug deeper, fucking her with it gently while she’s bound, kneeling and bent over on the bed in the secret room .
I fuck her from every angle, and she lets me. She begs me to do it, even wakes me up one morning as she slides me down her throat and I come hard into her mouth before I’m even fully awake, then flip her over and eat her out, making her scream into her pillow .
I take her on the bed, spreader bar keeping her legs wide, her wrists chained to the bedposts as she moans through a ball gag. I tie her hands behind her back and have her ride my cock while we both watch in the mirror .
I come back at lunchtime one day and surprise her, then have her bend right over the kitchen table so I can fuck her right then and there, her pussy soaking wet by the time she gets her panties down .
I know I can’t keep her here forever. I know that Belle’s got a bookstore to run, a life to get back to that doesn’t involve any of this. I know she can’t be my perfect submissive like this forever, but I can’t quite bear to let her go .
Every night we fall asleep with her in my arms. The nightmares stop. I stop dreaming all together, actually .
We spend time together outside of my suite.
I take her out of the palace a few times, to the nearest tiny hamlet, and we eat dinner together just like a regular couple.
We stroll through the palace’s rose gardens, we take in the sunset from the highest tower, I take her on a drive through the mountains to a perfect, pristine alpine lake I’ve been going to since I was a kid .
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I let myself relax, think that everything is perfect. I let myself think that maybe I’ve found someone who I can be myself with, someone I can spank and fuck and also kiss softly in the moonlight .
Then Belle gets the phone call .