Chapter Thirty-Two
Belle
I have to fight the urge to sprint back to Julian’s quarters. Even as it is, he takes my hand and sets off at a pace that has me nearly running to keep up, but I don’t mind .
This is everything I’ve thought about for days now, this is what’s kept me awake at night. Imagining what he’d do to me — what we’d do — when I got back .
Still, it’s a shock to see him like this. It’s the most unkempt I’ve ever see the prince, wearing casual clothes and no shoes. I don’t think he’s shaved in a couple of days, from the way his stubble scraped my face when he kissed me .
I don’t mind. It felt good , rough and raw and real. It hurt the way that being away from him hurt, only better .
“Here,” he growls, striding up to the door of his quarters and flinging it open so hard it slams into the wall behind it, but he’s already turning around, slamming it shut, lifting me so my legs wrap around his thick, muscled torso .
His hard cock is already against me, shifting the plug in my ass, and I can feel every millimeter of it through the soft material of his sweatpants. I can’t help but moan into his mouth as he presses himself into me, his mouth claiming mine, his hands roaming all over me .
“You missed me, didn’t you?” he growls, pushing his hips against mine even harder .
I shudder as the length of his clothed cock rubs against my clit, against the plug, even through the jeans I’m still wearing .
“Yes, sir,” I whisper .
He squeezes my breasts with both hands, and my nipples go hard instantly under his touch. Julian pinches them both through my shirt and bra, hard, making me gasp and whimper for more .
Suddenly he releases me, stepping away, my feet on the floor again, my back pressed against the door though his hands are still on either side of my head, trapping me .
“Strip,” he commands .
I do it without a second thought, getting my t-shirt off over my head, unhooking my plain bra and tossing it away, sliding my jeans and panties down and off. I’m not wearing anything sexy or nice, just what I put on this morning, not thinking I’d see him .
But it doesn’t matter right now. I’m bare and he’s clothed, the knowledge of that simple fact sending a thrill racing through my body as he lets his eyes devour me slowly, inch by inch .
Carefully, gently, he strokes one nipple with a thumb, a deep growl rumbling out of his chest .
“Did you think about me while you were gone?” he asks .
I nod, breathless .
“I didn’t want to,” I admit. “But I couldn’t help it .”
“What did you think about ?”
I swallow hard .
“This,” I answer .
He pinches my nipple, twisting it slightly, sending a shock of pain and pleasure through my whole body .
“Be specific,” he growls .
“I thought about …”
I trail off for a second, and he twists a little harder, my pussy getting wetter .
“I thought about you spanking me until my ass was bright red,” I admit, gasping .
“And?”
“I thought about you pushing me onto the bed, holding me down, and fucking me hard until I came,” I whisper .
I can’t believe the words I’m saying out loud .
“I thought about the way you look at me when I’m tied up with your cock in my mouth,” I go on, my voice barely audible. “And I thought about …”
Julian grabs me by the waist, spins me around. He takes my hands and pulls them over my head, pinning my wrists against the door, and he leans in, his other hand slowly moving up my inner thigh .
“Tell me,” he whispers roughly .
“I thought about having you inside me,” I admit, nearly breathless. “I thought about taking you in every hole, how I want you to make me yours and use me however you want .”
Without warning, he plunges his fingers into me and my words cut out with a moan. I arch my back, torso against the cool wood of the door, desperate to take him deeper and begging for more .
The palm of his hand presses against the plug in my ass, shifting it inside me and making me pant for breath, standing on my tiptoes, my whole body begging for him .
“You kept it in,” he says into my ear .
I can only nod, his fingers stroking me from the inside, lightning sparking through my whole body .
“You’re fucking perfect, Belle,” he whispers. “I don’t know how I came to deserve you, but I’m going to give you every single thing you want .”
He pulls his fingers out of me, spins me back around, and before I know what’s happening I’m over his shoulder and he’s walking into his bedroom. His hand grips my upper thigh, and he shifts it so his fingers just barely brush my pussy, my clit, my ass as he walks .
I hear the bookcase open. Just the sound makes my toes curl in anticipation, and then we’re in the secret room, the smell of warm leather and whiskey everywhere .
Julian tosses me onto the bed in the middle, and I bounce once. Then he’s on top of me, his huge form between my legs, grabbing my wrists again, shoving them over my head .
I surrender. It’s all I can do, all I want , and he wraps the leather cuffs around them, attaches me to the wrought iron headboard as I squirm, panting for breath .
The insides of my thighs are already wet, slick with my juices, and Julian bites one nipple and then the other roughly as he makes his way down my body, shoving my legs apart .
He cuffs my ankles easily, pulls the straps, and then I’m completely bound and helpless, at his total mercy as he kneels between my legs .
Julian pushes his fingers back inside me, making my hips buck and my back arch. I think I might come from this alone, just the sensation of him inside me, but then he bends his head to my pussy and starts lapping at my clit .
I gasp and then moan, the sound echoing from the walls. He’s never done this before and my body can barely take it, double-stuffed as he licks me roughly, his stubble scraping against my inner thighs as he pinches one nipple between his fingers .
Julian’s not gentle. He uses his tongue and his teeth, sucks on my clit until it almost hurts and then backs off, his fingers curling inside me, the plug shifting in my ass .
He doesn’t coax me to orgasm, he demands one from me and in moments I’m coming, fast and furious and unexpected, screaming his name as it echoes from the walls of his secret dungeon .
“That’s what you wanted?” he growls into my hip as I’m still coming down, my body trembling and shuddering, his fingers still fucking me hard and rough. “I do like making you scream, Belle .”
“Yes,” I say, still breathless, swallowing hard, and he laughs, his breath puffing over my bare, sensitive skin .
“Good,” he says, nipping at me with his teeth. “Because I’m about to give you every single thing you asked for .”
With that Julian rises up on his knees, still in front of my spread legs, and pulls his shirt off .
I gasp, unable to help myself. He’s covered in scars over the rippling muscle, some long and jagged and some thin and white, all radiating across his body from his right hip to his left shoulder. They’re at the same angle as the scars on his face and the one obliterating his eye .
For a moment I’m wordless, looking at him, not sure what to say because this must be why he’s never taken his shirt off in front of me before, despite me routinely being totally naked .
I bite my lip, eyes raking over his body. The scars somehow make him more beautiful, not less, make me ache to touch him even more than I did before .
He’s got his big, warm hands around my ankles, softly caressing them with his thumbs .
“IED by the side of the road,” he says softly, his voice all gravel. “I was told the road had been cleared. It hadn’t. I got off easy .”
I open my mouth to say something, even if I don’t know what, but instead Julian leans over and kisses me roughly, his hands squeezing and raking along my body, his still-clothed cock pressing into me .
I bite his lip, moaning, and he chuckles, closing one hand around my hair .
“You like the thought of being taken by a beast?” he asks, his teeth around my ear lobe .
I shudder, and he grinds himself against me so hard that for a moment I think he’s about to enter me, still clothed .
“You’re not a beast,” I whisper .
He bites the soft, tender flesh of my neck, sucking at it until I’m sure I’m bruised .
“Wait until I’m finished with you to say that,” he murmurs .
Julian sits up again, his hands on my ankles, and unlocks me. In one quick, smooth motion he’s taken me by the hip and ankle and flipped me so suddenly that I yelp, hands still bound over my head, and I land face-down on his soft bed, legs spread again .
I get my knees under me as he locks my legs in place one more time, still wide, still making sure I’m nearly helpless.
There’s a soft rustle as he tosses away his pants, grabs my thighs and leans over me, biting into my shoulder, his cock in the valley between my buttocks, pressing against the plug .
I moan, pressing backward, hoping against hope that I can somehow get him inside me with that simple movement, but it doesn’t work. Julian just chuckles and then there’s a sharp slap on my ass, his handprint stinging and vibrating through my whole body .
“I told you once I’d make you beg,” he growls, the flat of his hand landing on my other ass cheek. “But I think you already are, Belle .”
My pussy throbs with anticipation, my elbows on the bed and my face in the pillows. I’m bound and stretched out, totally at Julian’s mercy, and all I want is for him to fuck me every way he wants .
His hands are on my ass, and for a moment, he puts one thumb on the plug, wiggling it inside me as I gasp and whimper before his hands move lower, thumbs stroking my pussy together, spreading my lips, skimming past my clit just to tease me .
I’m so vulnerable right now, letting this man look at me this way, letting him do whatever he wants, and I can’t help but like it. My pleasure is here, being his , being at Julian’s beck and call .