CHAPTER 8 — BELLE
I bend over the wooden table. It’s rough against my breasts and hurts a bit, but in a good way. He lines his cock up with my slit. He kneads my clit lightly, and I flinch. So sensitive.
He leans into my ear. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you come yet.”
The word “yet” sends a shiver up my spine. He grabs my hands behind my back, immobilizing me, just like in the book.
“This is exactly what you want, isn’t it?” he says.
And just like with the character in the book, he starts to touch my clit while he slides into me. A small murmur escapes my mouth, and he laughs.
“Go on,” he says. “Give in. I can feel how wet you are.”
He turns on the vibrator, but it’s light this time. It doesn’t hurt. In fact, it just makes me want it more. He brings me to the edge as he continues fucking me.
“You don’t get to come yet,” he says.
Just when I feel my body start to tense, he pulls it away. He continues, filling me with each thrust while teasing me with the vibrator. It’s torture. Delicious torture.
“You know what happens next in the book, don’t you, Belle?” he says.
Anxiety, dread, desire, it’s all swirling in my head. I do know, and I’m scared. Because what happens next is the woman gets fucked in the ass, which is something I’ve never done. I don’t know if I’m ready.
I hear some footsteps, and then the man pulls out. Some whispering, and then familiar hands grip my waist. He breathes out. It’s him. I relax.
“It’s me, baby girl,” he says. “You can say red now if you want.”
I might have, a second ago, if it wasn’t Ajax. But it’s different now. I shake my head.
“Okay,” he says. “Now, what happens next? I’m going to fuck your ass, and you’re going to come for me in front of everyone. Understood?”
I nod.
“You have to say it.”
Shame fills me. My face turns red. “Fuck me,” I say.
“Be more specific, Belle.”
“Fuck me in the ass,” I whisper.
“Not good enough.”
“Oh, God. Do I have to?” I murmur.
“Yes, you do, baby girl.” He presses the vibrator against me. “You’re going to love being a dirty little slut for me. Just admit it.”
“Fine. Fuck me in the ass,” I say, shame and arousal coursing through me. I can’t even look at anyone. Thank God I’m facing the other direction.
“Good girl,” he says.
He grabs my ass cheeks, spreading them. He spreads cool liquid, and I shiver.
“This hole is mine,” he says, running his cock up and down it.
He presses something into my cunt. It’s a dildo.
“Now keep that there,” he says.
I squeeze, and the sensation between my legs gets stronger. He presses the vibrator tightly against me.
“You’re going to come for me, angel,” he says. “While I fuck your ass.”
With one thrust, he slides in. I almost cry out from the pain, but he stills as I get used to him, and then he starts moving. He turns up the vibrator, and the pain and pleasure blend together.
“Good girl,” he coos.
He grabs my hair, wrapping it around his fist like a rein. When he pulls, my chest lifts off the table. It’s so vulgar, the way he’s handling me, like I’m a horse. So why am I so turned on?
“Come for me, angel,” he says.
He presses the vibrator against me, and I squeeze the dildo inside me. He releases my hair and slips a finger in my mouth.
“Now all your holes are filled by daddy,” he says.
That pushes me over the edge, and an orgasm racks my body, sending sensations through every single nerve.
“Fuck,” he groans as he begins to thrust harder. He presses the toy against me, and a second later, I feel another mini round of contractions. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he says as he unloads into me.
He pulls out as the euphoria fades from my body. I lie there on the table, breathing, recovering.
I glance back and see the men.
“I’m going to send them away,” Ajax says, “if that’s okay with you.”
I nod. I’m glad he knows me so well. I hear him in the distance—“Thank you, gentlemen,” things like that—and I almost laugh. After what feels like both no time at all and forever, he comes back.
“How’s my perfect angel?” he asks.
“Perfect,” I say cheekily.
“You better not be joking,” he says. “Because you are. And if this didn’t prove it to you—” He looks at me, flabbergasted. “Do you even know who those men were?”
I shake my head no.
“David,” he says—the older man, the one in the suit—“is the CEO of Luxta.”
I gasp. Luxta is the biggest diamond company in the country.
“Are you serious?” I ask.
Ajax nods. “He’s the pickiest man I’ve ever known when it comes to women. He’s widowed, and I don’t think he’s slept with anybody since his wife. Frankly, I’d say his standards aren’t just too high, they’re a bit delusional.”
“And I met them?” I ask.
“I showed him a picture of you, and he said yes on the spot.”
That gives me pause. “Wait,” I say. “Are you serious?”
“And Sam,” Ajax continues, “is the founder of a major crypto company. A billionaire. And after David, the second-pickiest man I know. Even pickier than me, and I have high standards.”
I wouldn’t believe it if it was anybody else but Ajax telling me this. But Ajax doesn’t lie.
“And Tony—well, I’ll admit, Tony’s not quite as selective as the other two, but I knew he’d be perfect.”“And the redhead?” I ask.“He owns the farm. He helped me arrange everything.”
I nod, understanding. Because he looked like the guy in the video.
“Exactly,” Ajax says.
“Damn,” I say. “So, you’re saying they were here because I’m special?”
“That’s not the only reason I did this. I’ll admit, it was hot watching you get used like that.
But it genuinely drove me insane when you kept arguing with me when I told you you’re the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
I don’t just say things, Belle. It’s offensive, honestly, that you would think I was lying. ”
He’d have to be joking. Half joking. Maybe more serious than joking.
“I don’t think you’re lying,” I say slowly. “It’s just hard to internalize.”
“Hard to internalize?” he asks.
I nod.
“Well, then I’m going to make it my mission, every single day, until you do.”
“Oh,” I say, laughing. “And how are you going to do that?”
“Oh, I have my ways,” he says, running a hand from my face down my collarbone. “I have my ways.”
EPILOGUE — 1 YEAR LATER
“Got it,” Ajax yells back.
I smile as he runs up the stairs past me into the storefront.
“Hi,” he says. “I’m Ajax. How can I help you?”
I watch as the two men walk towards the window, discussing things in lowered voices. Ajax points at the wall, gesturing towards the selection of edibles and psychedelics.
Around eight months or so ago, Ajax and I started dating, and two months after that, we moved in together. A month after that, we opened a business. A drug business. Well, let me be a bit more specific: a legal drug business.
I like to think it’s a compromise. Not quite as shady as Ajax’s old world, i.e. dealing illegal drugs, but definitely very different than my old one, i.e. the church. I was leaning away from that anyways when I met Ajax, so it was a natural transition.
Ajax was hesitant to give up his lucrative business, but when he found out how much more money he could make doing things legally, he was sold.
And it turns out we’re a great team. We’ve brought in a lot of big customers from a combination of my natural feminine persuasion and his hard-hitting negotiation.
I watch the two men talking, pride blooming in my chest. Ajax glances over at me and smiles, and my face lights up. He gestures for me to walk towards him, and as I do, he tilts his head to the right, nodding towards the private room. My eyebrows raise. This man must be a big client.
Ajax enters the room. The man stays outside, examining the items on the shelf. I follow, and Ajax locks the door behind us.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Without saying a word, Ajax grabs my wrists behind my back and spins me so my chest is up against the wall.
“What’s up,” he says, “is that you’ve been walking around all day in this tight little dress of yours. Distracting me. And you know how hard it is for daddy to work when he’s distracted.”
Ajax runs his hand up my inner thigh and I whimper. His hand slips between my legs, pushing my pink thong to the side.
“Oh, you’re so wet for daddy,” he says as his fingers run up and down my slit. He plunges two into my cunt and I moan.
He clasps a hand around my mouth. “There’s clients outside,” he says. “You better be quiet, baby girl.”
I hear his buckle undo, and then his zipper.
“Won’t they—” My voice is muffled by his hand.
“Shh,” he says as he thrusts into me.
He grabs my hips and begins to thrust harder and harder. I push my hands out, bracing against the wall. After a few seconds, he spins me around so my chest is on the desk. One of his hands presses my head there while he fucks me.
He fishes around in the desk drawer and pulls out one of those small bullet vibrators. He holds it right against me. I squirm as the sensations overwhelm me and an orgasm hits me.
He yanks my hair. “Again,” he whispers. “Come again for daddy.”
I’m so sensitive. But he presses it there, and I feel myself losing control. My legs tremble. Right before I come, he turns it off.
“That’s for being a bad girl and not getting the invoices done on time,” he says.
I glare at him, and he laughs. He thrusts once more and explodes into me.
“I’ll let you come later if you’re a good little girl and get your work done today,” he says. “No panties, though.”
I scowl at him again, and he pulls me into him, his mouth enveloping mine. His hand slips up and down my slit, rubbing it. I moan, pressing my body into his.
He grabs my hair, pulling. And when he’s distracted, I snatch the bullet vibrator and turn it on. It doesn’t take long. I find myself coming.
When I’m done, we both open our eyes. He laughs.
“You know you’re going to have to pay for that later, don’t you, angel?”
I just smile, holding his gaze. Then, after a few seconds, I wink at him and walk away.