CHAPTER 2 — AJAX
I look from Belle to Tony and back to Belle. I feel proud, like a Little League coach watching his kid play for the first time.
Tony’s eyes move approvingly up and down Belle. Obviously, that I’m not surprised by. She’s gorgeous, a stunner. I told Tony that, and he believed me, because he knows I don’t bullshit about things like that. I notice him puff up his shoulders a bit, run a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair.
But as for Belle, well, when I look at her, that’s when I feel that wicked feeling twist in my core. First, I notice the pink. It’s always the pink, rising from her chest, up her neck, up her face. God, I love that about her.
And then there’s the nerves: fiddling her hands, tucking her hair behind her ear incessantly, biting her lower lip.
Then her breathing getting shallower and shallower until the point where I can hear her.
But it’s her eyes that are the giveaway.
They’re wide, sparkly, and she looks at him with a certain look. I just know it.
Then she looks at me, a mixture of surprise, confusion, fear, and lust.
“He looks a bit familiar, doesn’t he?” I say to Belle.
She immediately turns her head away, and I laugh.
I spent some time thinking about which men to invite today. It wasn’t easy, but the first man I called up, Tony, was. And that’s because he looks exactly like the man starring in the video that I got Belle to show me.
The other week, I got her to admit her secret fantasy to me: being in a gangbang.
In the video she showed me, it was what you would basically expect: a bunch of older men sharing a younger woman.
She had to pay off some debt, and so they used her as payment.
The main man in the video leading the charge looks so much like Tony that if I didn’t know better, I would suspect it was him.
In fact, if I didn’t know that Tony was an only child, I would definitely be thinking it was one of his siblings.
As a newly divorced man, Tony was thrilled at the prospect of participating. I’ve also been friends with him a long time, so I know he’s a trustworthy person. He’ll stop if Belle says “red.” In fact, he’ll stop if he senses something is off. Unfortunately, not many men are like that, but he is.
And I’ll be there too, of course. I studied Belle carefully.
Despite my confidence in Tony, you never know for sure.
There’s a chance she could not like him, which would obviously take precedence.
But judging by the way she keeps biting that lower lip of hers and looking at the ground, I think she does like him. She has that bashful look to her.
“Familiar, eh?” Tony asks in that Southern drawl of his. Like the man in the video, Tony is a country boy. “What do you mean?”
He looks at me and winks before Belle can see.
I told Tony a bit, not everything, but enough.
He’s a smart man. He can put two and two together.
Like me, he’s also into embarrassing girls a bit, teasing them for their shyness.
And now that he knows this about Belle, well, I expect he’ll take full advantage of the information.
“Hey,” I say. “I think Tony asked you a question. Don’t be rude.”
“I don’t know,” she mumbles.
“Belle,” I say. “Please. Tony is a friend of mine. Look him in the eye.”
I swear, she’s usually not this rude. Belle looks up at me and glares.
“Whoa,” Tony says. “Is she always this petulant?”
Belle looks at me and then Tony. “Are you guys in on this together?” she asks.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, trying to keep my face neutral.
She rolls her eyes at me.
“Okay,” I say. “Now you’ve crossed a line. Tony, I think I might need your assistance here, because clearly Belle is not in the mood to listen to me today.” I look at Belle. “Belle—Tony knows. You say the color, and everything stops. That’s it, okay? Nod. Give me a nod to show me you understand.”
She nods.
Tony smiles. “Well,” he says, looking at Belle, and then me, and then back at Belle. “You know, I was on my way over.” He tilts his head towards the building, where I set this up. “But seeing as we’re all here right now, might as well get a head start, eh?”
He looks at me, and I nod. I agree.
“A bit of a pre-event attitude adjustment might do you some good,” I say. “Don’t you think, Belle?”
Belle looks at me and then smiles that twinkly, mischievous smile I love to wipe off her face with a sound spanking.
“I think the only ones who need an attitude adjustment here are you two,” she says.
It doesn’t even make that much sense, to be honest. And I tell her that.
“Belle,” I say. “Please, if you’re going to try and antagonize Tony or me into punishing you, can you please be a little bit more creative than that?”
She flushes. Now she’s a bit pissed off.
“Fuck you,” she says.
That one’s a bit genuine. I smile. I got her. I got her to act up.
“If I may,” Tony asks, looking at me.
I nod. “Please, be my guest.”
She flushes, remembering how Tony caught her with my cock down her throat.
“Since my cock clearly didn’t occupy that dirty little mouth of yours long enough to make an impression,” I say, “maybe you need something else in there to shut you up.”
I look at Tony.
“I have an idea,” he says.