There was no way this little Southern belle knew what she was getting herself into. Not fully.
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
And there was the sassy Bellamy I remembered.
I wanted a full conversation, however—sassy or not. I wanted to look her straight in the eyes as we spoke. I had so many questions, and yet there was no time for any of it. I also didn’t want to care why she was here. I didn’t want to see her as anything more than a Belle I’d use to earn my place in the Order. The conflict of emotions made me wonder if I chose correctly. Maybe choosing a complete stranger would have been better… and yet the pearls had been broken, and the decision had been made. We were in motion, and nothing could stop the progression of the night.
As we entered the bedroom surrounded by antiques of ancestors not of my descent and furniture that held memories of family not belonging to me, I made a silent vow to not let this woman get in my head. I would not revert to the quiet and nerdy kid I was in school with a secret crush on the popular beauty who mastered the hallways of Darlington. I wouldn’t allow myself to feel less-than. I wouldn’t let her take over the power and control. No, I would not allow one ounce of my power to falter.
As if the Elders were reading my mind and felt the need to punctuate the end of my internal vow, they banged their canes and announced, “Let the consummation begin.”
I gave Bellamy her chance to exit the scene, but she remained. So, at this point… game on.
We approached the bed, the Elders lined up at the foot of it, prepared to watch our every move. So fucked up, but it was a challenge I welcomed. If the fuckers wanted to watch me have sex with Bellamy, I planned to give them one hell of a show.
Not hesitating, I grasped Bellamy by the upper arm and spun her around so I could unzip her pretty pink ball gown. I couldn’t wait another second to see if naked Bellamy lived up to my high-school fantasies.
The dress pooled at her feet, and though she had sexy white, lace lingerie underneath, I had zero patience to appreciate it before I spun her around to face me and shed her of every last bit of fabric remaining. I took a step back just so I could fully take in her beauty all for myself. Yes, Bellamy lived up to every damn fantasy I had… and then some. My dick hardened to a point of needing to remove my own clothing just so I could release some of the pressure. The entire time I did, Bellamy simply stood before me, though I caught her several times stealing uncomfortable looks at the Elders in the room.
Yes, my dear Bellamy, they are watching.
I could take this entire night slowly and really torture the girl, but my throbbing cock screamed to be inside her. Slow would have to happen another time, and the flicker of fear in her eyes did succeed at making me want to give her a little mercy. Just a little… since I could be a sadistic asshole at times. Especially in the bedroom.
Just as I was getting ready to pounce, Bellamy took it upon herself and bent over the bed, ass out, legs parted slightly so I could see the pink lips of her pussy just asking me to bury my dick in between them. Taking control—yes, that was exactly what she was doing. She was silently telling me to get it over with. Her nonverbal command warranted a punishment. She would soon learn that I didn’t take orders from anyone, no matter how subtle or how incredibly sexy they were.
And I wasn’t that merciful to just fuck her and be done.
“Roll over onto your back,” I commanded as I approached. “You don’t get to hide those tits of yours and your pussy from the sight of the Elders. I want them to see every inch of you on full display.”
When she didn’t move right away, I made first full contact with my palm on her ass, spanking her hard for her disobedience, and then flipped her over. Her eyes were glassy with tears of shame as her lips trembled. But when I lowered my fingertips to her pussy, I gave a devilish smile. My Southern belle was wet.
“What makes you wet, Belle? Is it all the eyes watching you be a very dirty girl, or knowing what’s coming next?” I thrust my wet finger into her hole, causing her to gasp and arch her back.
She closed her eyes and bit her glossy lip.
“No, Bellamy. You keep those eyes open.” I took both my hands at this point and pulled her pussy lips open, showing off her clit to those watching. “Just like we’ll keep these lips of yours open. We all want to see just how wet you are.”
Her eyes darted to the Elders and then back at me. I could see the “fuck you” dancing in the blue hues.
“You don’t get to block this out. You don’t get to hide.” I released the spread but pushed my finger back inside her. I then added a second finger and pumped in and out, stretching her tight little hole as I did.
Her eyes closed, and she moaned loudly, which I couldn’t help but love seeing, even though she was breaking my rule.
“Eyes open,” I warned again, scissoring my fingers as I did so.
She obediently opened her eyes and locked them with mine. A single tear escaped from the corner. The droplet mixing with her mascara created a dark streak that ran down her face. The dirty line made my cock twitch in anticipation of seeing more.
“I like it when you cry, Bellamy. I like the dirty tears the most.”
I also loved that she didn’t try to close her legs or stop me from finger-fucking her in front of a roomful of observers. I, of course, couldn’t read her mind, but I sure as hell could read her body, and the sexual juices coating my hand told me all I needed to know.
God, there was so much I wanted to do to her. There was so much I wanted to explore. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to see how her body would react to the arsenal of sexual acts I wanted to perform, but I also knew we would have 109 days to test every limit. For now, I needed to be inside her as much as I needed to take my next breath.
Replacing my fingers with my cock, I thrust inside her warmth with a loud groan. The primal urge to claim her took over every other sense inside me. Once I was balls-deep, I paused, took hold of her face, and turned her head to face the Elders.
“Watch them as I fuck you, Bellamy.” I began thrusting in and out with an aggressive need to master her body. “I want you to get used to our audience. They’re going to watch as I break you into my perfect submissive. They’re going to watch me shatter that stubborn and spoiled debutante right out of you.”
Her body rocked back and forth as I fucked her hard and deep. Her eyes remained open as I held her head in place, forcing her to face her shame and demons I knew she had to be battling. And whether my Belle liked it or not, she couldn’t conceal the moans that escaped her parted lips. In and out, deeper and deeper, this woman would be mine.
Still not forgetting I had an audience and was giving a show, I kept my body off her torso so the Elders could see her perfect tits bounce with my every thrust. The bastards better had been secretly thanking me for the sight they were blessed to see. And Jesus fucking Christ… Bellamy was quite the sight. I chose wisely when it came to looks alone. The woman was everything I could have imagined and more. Big tits, full ass, smooth curves, and the tightest pussy I’d ever had.
The tightening around my cock and the soft cry from my Belle was all I needed to feel my own release erupt from the very depths of my core. My loud growl as I came was soon followed by the beating of a cane, reminding me of exactly where I was and what would come in the upcoming months. And though I was done for the moment… I had only sipped from the glass of debauchery. I had every intention of gulping from it next.