CHAPTER 2 — AJAX
As I walk towards her, it takes every ounce of self-control to stop myself from immediately pinning her down on the bed and fucking the shit out of her.
I so badly want to pound her until she’s squirming and wiggling, begging for mercy, but not yet.
I have a mission to complete. And unknowingly, she’s just given me the perfect excuse to extract the information I need.
Let me explain. Something that’s bothered me about Belle for a while now is her complete disconnect from reality.
Namely, she has no idea how beautiful she is.
I don’t think she hates herself, but she probably thinks she’s average or something absurd like that, and she’s not.
She’s by far the most beautiful woman on campus, and I say that as somebody who’s been with almost all of the beautiful women on this campus.
She’s special, and she doesn’t even know it.
It’s a travesty. For some reason, I feel like I must set her straight, but no amount of me repeating these words to her seems to change her mind.
And I can’t exactly blame her for that, because it’s not like that’s not a technique men use on women all the time, telling them that they’re the most beautiful girl in the world.
What Belle doesn’t know is that I don’t use those words on other women, just her. But other men aren’t as principled as me, so of course she’s probably started to tune them out. So, how else can I get through to her?
Obviously, the only way to get through to her is with proof. Despite her feminine behavior, Belle is a numbers-first kind of girl. She likes data. I know that about her.
And what better data than the opinions of other men?
I’ve had a sneaking suspicion about her for a while now, that she’s into some kinky things—I mean, beyond the stuff we’ve already done.
It wasn’t hard to figure it out. I noticed those depraved, dirty books of hers lying around the first time I came over.
Other men aren’t as observant, but I notice everything.
I looked them up when I got home that first day. And surprise, surprise, they were about gangbangs.
I’ll admit, I didn’t see that one coming. Good little Christian Belle? Into gangbangs? My eyes lit up, though.
I’ve always wanted to share one of my women with other men, but understandably, most women aren’t into that kind of thing, which is fine.
I would never want to get them to do something they weren’t into.
But it seems like I’ve hit the jackpot here.
The only way this will work is if Belle thinks it’s her idea.
That’ll make it so much better, too, getting her to admit her naughty little desires out loud.
It’s hard to say what I like better: watching her admit to wanting these dirty little things or watching her do them. God, even thinking about it right now is making me hard, which is why I need to focus.
She backs up and stumbles onto her bed. She’s sitting, and I walk over to her. I lean over, and she instinctively lies down. I lean over her, hands on either side of her body, staring at her.
“Your punishment for lying to me,” I say, “is simple.”
Her eyebrows raise. I can tell she’s surprised.
“You’re going to show me the kind of porn you watch,” I say, a wicked smile growing on my face.
She looks horrified. “No,” she blurts out. “No way.”
“Oh, yes way,” I say, leaning down.
I capture her mouth in mine, and against her better judgment, she melts. She whimpers into me as I suck on her tongue, tasting her.
I wrap my fingers in her hair, pulling her. My left hand runs underneath her shirt all the way to her bra. I pull down her left cup and rub my hand over her nipple. She arches her back, moaning into my mouth.
“Fuck.” I pull back. “Show me, Belle. Now.”
She shivers.
“Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?” I ask her.
She shrugs her shoulders and then smirks. Fuck. She knows what that does to me.
I quickly grab her hands, pinning them above her head with one arm, and with the other, undo her jeans. I pull them down, and then her light blue lace thong. I sink two fingers into her cunt. She’s soaking.
“Dirty little girl,” I whisper, and she blushes. “Now, since I think your ass needs a break…”
She blushes harder. It’s true, I’ve spanked her a lot. And while I love watching her round little ass jiggle under my hand, I need to mix it up here, or she’ll get used to my discipline. And nothing is worse than monotony.
“I’m not going to spank you,” I say. I pause. “Back there.”
I look at her, and then my eyes move down from her lips right to her bare cunt. “I’m going to spank you here,” I say.
I move my head down and kiss it, and she squirms.
“Count them out for me,” I say.
She still looks confused.
“I’m going to spank your pussy, Belle,” I say. “Do you understand?”
She locks eyes with me. She knows what I’m asking here. I’m asking her if this is okay. If it isn’t, she can safeword. She looks scared but excited. I can see it in the way her chest is rising and falling. She whimpers, and I feel my cock grow harder.
“Ready?” I say.
I spank her. She yelps.
“Count,” I say.
“One,” she says.
“Good girl.” I spank her again.
“Two,” she blurts out.
“Good,” I say.
I land the next seven quickly, and she squirms. I can see her getting pinker down there. I’m not spanking her hard, just enough to leave a bit of a sting. The main effectiveness of this punishment is the embarrassment factor, not the pain.
“Last one,” I say. “This one is harder.”
“Ten,” she says.
“Good,” I say. “Now are you ready to cooperate?”
She looks away and nods.
“Good girl,” I say, my cock growing harder. “Now show daddy what you watch when you’re being a dirty little girl all alone.”
She grabs her laptop and opens up a browser. She goes to a porn site and moves her cursor to the search bar. She pauses for a second.
“Go on,” I say.
She brings her hands to the sides of her eyes like she’s shielding herself. I laugh. She’s so fucking cute.
“You know I can see you,” I say.
“Yeah,” she mumbles. “But this is hard, okay?”
“Go on,” I say, chuckling.
I watch as her fingers find the keyboard. “G,” she types, then “A.” I try and keep my expression neutral. I don’t want her to know that I know exactly what she’s typing. I pretend to stay calm until she’s hit the last G and then enter.
She glances at me quickly and then back at the computer, like she’s scared, but then she looks again.
“Are you surprised?” she asks.
I nod. “But go on,” I say. “I’m curious to see what you’ll pick.”
And that’s true. I mean, I only had an inkling that she was into this, but you can only get so much out of somebody’s book preferences.
I watch as she scrolls through the videos and finally lands on one. She clicks on it. I pull her towards me as it starts playing.
The video starts with a woman entering a room of middle-aged men, maybe in their 40s or 50s. The woman is younger, early 20s. The men all look like blue-collar folk, men who work on farms or oil rigs, or what have you.
A man on the right side of the room steps forward. He has gray hair and a mustache, and is wearing a plaid flannel shirt. His voice booms, commanding the room.
“We heard you’ve been a bad girl,” he says, and the others nod in agreement.
The girl flushes, looking down.
“You’ve gotten yourself into a little bit of debt, haven’t you?” he asks, walking towards her.
She nods again, blushing harder.
“Well, you know what happens to girls who don’t pay their debts, don’t you?”
I look at Belle, watching her as the rest of the video plays out. I watch as her face gets red and her breathing gets shallow. As the first man starts to fuck the girl, I reach into Belle’s pants. She’s even wetter than she was before.
I slide two fingers in. She moans.
“You’re so fucking turned on,” I say, “aren’t you?”
She bites her lower lip and looks away.
“Look at me, baby,” I say. “Look at me while I finger you. You have such a depraved little mind, you know that? Getting turned on by the thought of getting fucked by multiple men.”
Her face is bright red.
“You can’t deny it,” I say. “It’s right here. You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”
I grab her and flip her over so she’s on her stomach. I pull off her pants completely and continue fingering her. I wrap my hand around her hair, pulling it back.
“Keep watching,” I say. “Keep watching like a dirty little girl.”
The video is still playing, and I keep fingering her.
“Do you want to get fucked by multiple men, Belle?” I ask her.
She makes a noise that’s somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
Her little noises are driving me insane.
My cock grows harder, and I stop fingering her and flip her over onto her back.
She’s flushed and perfect. I can’t wait a second longer.
I flip her back onto her stomach and grab her ass cheeks, spreading them.
I line my cock up with her and pause for a second, admiring her beauty.
“If you’re not going to admit it, sweetheart,” I say, “then I’m just going to have to fuck the truth out of you.”
And I plunge into her.