by Parker Grey
“I could tell you to go back out there, pull your skirt up, and bend over the table for me and you’d do it,” he goes on.
I swallow hard, because not only is he right, the thought of bending over a table for him — in front of all those people, it doesn’t matter — makes my pussy throb even harder.
“Please,” I whisper.
He drags his fingers over my clit again and I whimper.
“I’m not going to do that,” he whispers, his fingers moving again, teasing me as he massages my clit slowly but firmly. “I’m not about to share this with anyone else.”
Suddenly the vibrator inside me turns on again and my whole body jolts as I gasp, the sound quickly turning into a moan. Julian rubs me faster and faster, and it’s mere seconds before I’m coming hard, still standing against the wall, shuddering and bucking and probably screaming loud enough for everyone outside these doors to hear me.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs into my ear as I finish, my knees nearly buckled beneath me.
This time, when he holds his fingers up to my mouth, I suck them in and lick my own juices off excitedly, eyes still closed.
And when I’m done, I want more.
Chapter Twenty
Julian
I can’t believe how much I want Belle. Usually by this point my interest in a woman has waned and I’m bored of her, but for some reason, Belle is different.
Every time I try to think of something else, focus on matters of state, all I can think about is her lips around my cock, my hand tight in her hair.
All I can think about is coming down her throat, the way she licked me greedily clean when I was finished. She’s my depraved good girl, a sweet bookish thing gone utterly filthy.
And with every new revelation, I’m hooked even deeper. I want to touch her, stroke her, make her come again and again. I want to make her cry out in pleasure and pain, both at once, every sensation heightened until she’s sobbing in my arms, my cock deep inside her.
She’s mine. Every inch of her body is mine for the taking, every lovely smile, every shy look, every supple twist of her perfect body.
Fuck being a prince, because it means I have official duties that take me away from her for hours at a time. I want to play with my new toy and I want it now, not in four hours. Not later tonight.
Finally, when I’m done ruling a country, I can go back to my wing of the castle, my cock hardening with every step I take, the anticipation throbbing through my body.
I know exactly what Belle will be doing, what she’ll be wearing, where she’ll be.
When I open the door, she’s not there. Good. I drop my briefcase by the door, loosen my tie, unbutton the first button on my shirt. I take pleasure in this part, too, knowing that she’s waiting for me, wet with anticipation.
Just to make it a little more fun, I flick on the vibrator, the remote still in my pocket. I’ve been doing this to her all day while I’m in meetings and talking to important heads of state, because just knowing that somewhere, Belle is fighting against an orgasm, makes me smile.
I keep it on. I love the way her eyes glaze over when she’s so ready for me that she’d beg, and I let her listen to my footsteps. I want her to know I’m close, that I could come find her at any moment.
Finally, I open my bedroom door, and there she is. Exactly as I instructed her in the note I left: splayed on the black silk sheets of my bed, wearing the gauzy white dress I left her.
It happens to be the only clothing I left her. Once I knew that she’d obey me, I had all other clothes taken from her room while she was gone, because I like knowing that she wouldn’t dare leave her chambers dressed like this.
I like knowing that I’m the only one allowed to see her right now, the dress practically see-through, her stiff nipples and the dark down of her sex practically on full display.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I growl, finger on the vibrator’s remote.
“Yes,” she whispers, eyes at half-mast.
“Show me,” I command her.
Belle bites her lip, like even now she’s somehow unsure about what she’s about to do, but then she reaches down and pulls up the long skirt of her dress, her creamy thighs still together.
Slowly, her thighs part, and the entire time she’s looking at me with her wide, innocent eyes as if I’m the first man to ever see this sight. Like she’s a little afraid of showing me, but knows what she wants.
And what she wants is to obey me.
I can’t see the vibrator buried in her pussy, but I know it’s there. I know it’s on, because her mouth is slightly open and she’s whimpering, just a little, her juices running from between her lips and soaking the white dress and black sheets below her, and dear God it’s all I can do to keep myself from getting on top of her, yanking the vibrator out and fucking her right here and now, letting her come on my thick cock as hard as she can.
Or better, flipping her over on the bed, facedown and helpless, using her juices as lubricant and taking her for the first time in her back hole, listening to her cries and moans as her initial pain turns to pleasure. Feel the tightness of her ass combined with the vibrator in her pussy going full-blast.
I nearly come just thinking about it, but instead grit my teeth and control myself, even though her eyes are on the enormous tent in my pants, my cock straining to get free.
Carefully, slowly, I walk to the edge of the bed, caress the sheets with one hand.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I command Belle.
Chapter Twenty-One
Belle
I don’t think, I just do what he says and crawl to the edge of the bed.
The flimsy white dress I’m wearing falls back down as I do, covering me again, but Julian lifts it over my hips slowly, taking the time to slide one finger between my lips and stroke my clit, trace a sticky trail all the way to my tightly puckered back hole.
I bite my lip but don’t dare move a muscle. Right now, I want to give him everything, total control over my body, anything he wants.
He sits in front of me, feet flat on the floor, his cock tenting up his pants. I can’t help but lick my lips, ready to get on my knees again for him, but I wait for his order.
“Bend over my legs,” he says softly.
I do it, and before I know it I’m bent in half and exposed, both feet on the floor, face down, my torso pressed into his strong leg, my ass sticking straight up into the air.
His hand lands on it with a sharp smack, pain flooding through my body, and I cry out involuntarily.
“That was for trying to escape,” he murmurs, his big hand caressing the spot where he just spanked me.
It sends tingles through my whole body, and I can practically feel the outline of his hand on my ass, burning and throbbing so close to my pussy that it just makes me wetter.
“Yes, sir,” I gasp out.
Julian spanks me again, a fresh spot on my other buttock, and this time I only gasp, I don’t shout. The pleasure follows faster this time, the tingle that goes straight to the nerves in my pussy, where I can practically feel his eyes watching me get wetter and wetter.
“That was for getting yourself off without me,” he murmurs, his hand caressing my ass, my thighs, my lower back.
His hand lands again, even harder this time, but I’m prepared, and I don’t make any noise at all besides a soft moan.
“One of the first nights you were here, I watched you,” he says. “Were you thinking about me?”
It would be pointless to deny that I was, especially now, pussy gushing juices as he spanks me. I inhale sharply, about to say yes, sir, but his hand lands again and the force of it drives the air from my lungs.
“Yes, sir,” I finally manage to squeak out, and Julian chuckles.
“Good girl,” he says, and spanks me again.
I should be humiliated. This is a children’s punishment, and he’s literally got me over his knee, face down. I’m not, though, because even as he keeps going, my buttocks t
hrobbing and tingling and burning, every few strokes he stops, drips a finger between my lips and strokes me.
It’s making me crazy. I want him to stop and I don’t want him to stop; I want him to toss me on the bed and fuck me, but I also want him to make me come this crazy new way, because it wouldn’t take more than a touch.
“You get wetter every time I spank you,” he says, his voice now a rough growl.
Sprawled over his lap, I can feel his cock trying to practically burst through his trousers. I know I’m not the only one enjoying this.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice interrupted by another blow.
They’re coming faster, harder now, like Julian is starting to lose control.
“You like being bent over and punished,” he goes on. “And you like it when I tell you what a dirty, filthy girl you are to have your pussy in my face like this, about to come.”
Suddenly the blows stop, and he slides two fingers into my pussy, next to the vibrator. He pushes the toy hard against the sensitive nerves in my front wall, stretching me tight and making me squirm and moan.
“I’m going to do filthy things to you, Belle, and you’re going to like them,” Julian goes on.
His fingers move, my pussy so full I can barely move.
“I’m going to make you come while I spank you,” he says, his cock getting even harder under my ribcage. “And I’m going to make you come while I fuck you, while you’re tied up and helpless, while you’re bent over and chained up.”
His other hand grabs my hair, pulling my head back so he can whisper in my ear.
“I’m going to make you come hard with my cock in your ass. I’m going to stuff you in every hole and you’re going to love it, Belle, because you’re my filthy little pet, aren’t you?”
His fingers move and I’m teetering on the edge of climax, my body utterly betraying me. I know I shouldn’t like it when he talks to me like this, and I shouldn’t desperately want him to follow through on all his filthy promises, but I do.
Dear God, I do.
“Yes, sir,” I whimper, head still held back by my hair.
“Good,” he whispers, and lets me go.
An instant later he spanks me again with that hand, his fingers still in my pussy, and the dual sensations drive me right over the edge. He does it again and again and I come hard, every nerve in my body firing at once in pain and pleasure, all at the same time.
When he’s finished I’m gasping, still bent over his lap. I’m still wearing this see-through white dress, and he’s stroking me, tracing his fingers over the bright red welts I’m sure I have.
Then, suddenly, he pulls the vibrator out of my pussy. I gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but he tosses it somewhere, pushes me to my feet and gets up himself.
Before I can think he’s got his hand in my hair again, so tightly it brings tears to my eyes, and he kisses me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth.
I let him. I want him to explore every part of me, take me completely under his control.
As Julian kisses me he runs his other hand over my body, roughly palming one nipple and then pinching it until I moan into his mouth, shuddering, and he breaks the kiss.
“I was going to wait,” he growls. “But I don’t think I can, Belle.”
“Wait for—”
I don’t get the rest of the question out, because he spins me around until I’m facing the bed, then pushes me down onto it, my feet still on the floor. With one hand he grabs both of my wrists and holds them behind my back and I turn my head to the side, gasping for air.
Behind me I hear a zip, and then my dress is shoved roughly over my hips, his fingers tracing the welts on my ass yet again.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” Julian growls. “Completely perfect.”
I can feel his eyes on me, on what he’s done to me, and all I can do is moan because I want more. I want everything that he has to give me so badly I can taste it.
Then there’s something else at my entrance, something that’s not his fingers and I moan again, on my tiptoes. Julian hesitates, and I know he’s watching me, in this submissive position, barely able to move, as I beg him for his cock without using words.
He teases me. He pushes the thick, throbbing head between my lips, just to my entrance, and then pulls it back, drawing it in a circle around my clit while I whimper, legs shaking.
“Beg me,” he growls.
“Please,” I gasp into the silk sheets under my face.
His cock dips inside me again, drawing out a long, low moan, and I can hear him inhale sharply.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” I beg, rising even higher on my toes, offering myself. “Please fuck me, sir.”
There’s a low, rumbling noise from his chest, and his hand jerks on my wrists, pulling my shoulders back just to the point of pain. I cry out, but as I do Julian suddenly thrusts inside me and my cries turn to moans.
“Oh, my God,” I whimper into the sheets as Julian hilts himself in a single stroke, a wave of chills breaking over my whole body.
He’s huge. I knew that, of course, but when he had his cock down my throat last night I somehow didn’t quite realize how huge.
My whole body is shivering, shuddering, my pussy completely and utterly filled with his massive girth. He pulls on my wrists again, grinding his cock inside me as deep as it’ll go, making sure that he hits every pleasure center I have.
“Your tight little pussy feels even better than I thought it would,” he growls, his voice filled with pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” I somehow manage to whisper.
Julian pulls back until only the thick, ridged head of his cock is inside me, and the motion makes me whimper with pleasure again.
Then there’s a sharp, hard smack on my ass, and my whole body spasms in surprise. Behind me, Julian gasps.
“Don’t stop what,” he says.
“Don’t stop, sir,” I moan. “Please.”
He fucks me again, so hard it knocks the air out of my lungs, and as he does he spanks me again, making my body jerk.
“Every time I spank you your pussy squeezes me like a fist,” he says, breathing heavily. “I could get to like fucking you, Belle.”
I bite my lip, squeezing my eyes shut. Every time he does it my whole body throbs with the combination of pleasure and pain, a feeling I didn’t know existed before tonight.
Julian doesn’t stop, and I’m completely helpless, held down on this bed and fucked hard by a huge, ruthless man. With every thrust and every blow, I spiral closer and closer to the edge, moaning and whimpering, both legs shaking so hard with pleasure that I’m afraid they’ll give out underneath me.
Finally, he slams into me so hard the whole bed shakes, pulling back on my arms, and I nearly scream with pleasure as the dam finally bursts over me. I feel like I’m breaking into a thousand pieces and each one of those is breaking into a thousand more, completely overwhelmed.
I see stars. I think I may never be able to speak again, but that’s okay because there’s nothing but wave after wave of pleasure washing over my body and Julian’s monstrous cock inside me.
I’m still coming when he smacks my ass one final time and then pulls me back, hard, and I can feel him throbbing inside me, spilling himself deep. I moan, clenching, suddenly wanting everything that this man has to give me, no matter what.
In another moment, he stops. He lets my wrists go, and I feel the weight of his arms on either side of my body, sinking into the mattress. He’s still inside of me as he lightly kisses the back of my neck, and I blink in surprise at the strangely gentle gesture.
“Clean up,” he says. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Julian
Belle doesn’t say much. I tore her dress pretty badly in my eagerness to fuck her, so now she wipes between her thighs with it, her movements still shaky.
I’m no good at this part. Normally after I fuck a girl like this, I jus
t leave without even saying goodbye. Once I’ve achieved orgasm I’m usually finished, but with Belle I have the strange urge to stick around, kiss her, ask her if she enjoyed herself.
“Wait,” I tell her as she walks for the door, wordless.
Belle turns, faces me.
I don’t say anything, just give her a long, lingering kiss.
Then I let her leave.
I spend the rest of the night working.
I sleep alone. That’s the rule, and I don’t break it for anyone. Not only have I never actually wanted a girl to stick around afterward, no one needs to be subjected to this.
I don’t want anyone seeing the way I wake up, covered in sweat, panting for breath. I don’t need anyone to hear me talking in my sleep.
And most of all, I don’t need to accidentally hurt anyone in my sleep.
When I finally finish work and head into my bedroom, the rest of the suite is completely silent. Belle must have already gone to bed, which is good, since it’s past two in the morning.
I head into my own bedroom and brush my teeth, unable to get visions of her out of my head. No matter what I do, she’s there in the back of my mind, teasing me, taunting me.
Just as I’m about to get into my huge, black bed, I pause in front of the bookshelf.
Don’t, I think. Just go to bed, think about it tomorrow.
But I reach out one hand, push the shelf back to reveal the room.
It’s exactly as I left it, of course. Whips and floggers lining one wall, St. Andrew’s cross against one, other furniture designed purely for pain and pleasure around the small room.
I swallow hard, trying to force myself not to think. I’ve already done so much to Belle, pushed her past where I thought her limits would be, that I know I should go easy on her for a few days.
Only spank her and then fuck her, like I did tonight. Only make her wear nipple clamps and tie her arms behind her.