CHAPTER 3 — BELLE
I hold my breath, waiting for him to reach down and unbuckle his jeans, but he doesn’t.
“One second,” he says.
He disappears down the road. I watch as he walks towards an old, beaten-down pickup truck and rifles around in the back. What the hell is he getting?
He comes back, one of his hands behind his back.
“Open,” he says.
I shake my head. Not until I see what’s behind his back.
He raises his eyebrows. “You sure about that, young lady? The harder you make this for me, the harder I’ll make it for you.”
My pussy tingles as I imagine this older man having his way with me.
It’s crazy that Ajax found a man who looks so much like the man in the video.
Not only does it make the fantasy come to life, but it also makes me feel exposed, like they’re recreating what I wanted right in front of me.
And they both know. They know that this is what I want.
They know the dirty contents of my mind.
The more I think about it, the more heated I get.
I’m going back and forth about whether to obey Tony.
I don’t know how harsh he is. Of course, I can always say “red” at any point in time, but I don’t want to.
I feel like I’m playing a game of chicken with myself.
I don’t know what Tony will do if I disobey.
At the last second, I open my mouth.
“Good girl,” he says.
The knot in my stomach grows stronger. He brings his hand in front of him triumphantly.
Is that a bar of soap?
A second later, he’s walking towards me and putting it in my mouth.
“Bite down,” he says.
I bite down and immediately start gagging.
“Hold that there,” he says, “or I’ll have to start over. Hands on the car. Lean over.”
I do as he says, nervous. I’m expecting him to spank me as he lifts up my skirt and tucks it into the waistband.
I breathe in, and then I hear his belt unbuckling.
Is he going to whip me with the belt? But instead, I hear him walk closer, and then feel him reach around me and pull down the front of my top.
His fingers grab my breasts roughly. He’s rough and unapologetic about it, which kind of pisses me off, but also turns me on.
I feel something run up and down my slit, and then I realize it’s his cock.
“I’m going to pound your insolent little cunt,” he says. “And I don’t want to hear one peep out of you. Understood, young lady?”
I start to say something, but my voice is muffled. I flush as he laughs. He smacks my ass once, and I jump.
“If that hurt, you’re in for a rude awakening, young lady,” he says before sliding into me.
He starts pounding me relentlessly. I hear his skin slapping against mine as he grunts louder and louder. I’m turned on, but not that turned on. And I feel every inch of him pressing against my walls. It hurts a bit, not a huge amount, but a little bit.
“How does that soap taste?” he asks.
He starts squeezing my nipple, and I feel a sharp pinch of pain followed by pleasure. He reaches around for my clit and starts playing with it. When I feel a bit of pleasure surge through my body, I feel betrayed.
“No more rolling your eyes, young lady,” he says between pants. “You need to learn some respect.”
He grunts and thrusts into me once more. I feel his hot semen leak down my leg as he pulls out. I gingerly pull down my skirt and look down, noticing it running down my leg. I try to wipe it up, but Ajax grabs my hand.
“Who told you you could do that?” he asks.
Shame courses through me, then arousal. I hate him almost as much as I hate how turned on I am.
“Don’t think you get to hide what a slut you are from everyone,” he says. “Everyone’s gonna see soon enough.”
Oh God. My stomach flip-flops.
“This is just the beginning, baby girl,” he says. “Now come on.”
He grabs my hand, and we start walking towards the building.