Delicate Revenge: Breaking Belles

It was only then that I remembered, shit, Montgomery, Beau, and Rafe had seen everything I’d just done. I looked around the room, thankfully not seeing them. But I did catch sight of other men watching me lustfully as they banged their canes.

Only once the canes stopped banging and the Elder who’d spoken earlier walked to the center did I look back toward Emmett and meet his gaze… and saw that he looked pissed.

I looked to the floor, feeling my cheeks heat as I belatedly remembered the other part of the orders he’d hurriedly hissed at me before the orgy began—that I wasn’t supposed to look at anyone else besides him. Shit.

But he couldn't have been serious about that. I couldn’t control where my eyes went! Well, mostly, I’d just forgotten about it. But, Jesus, did the man seriously think he could control even my eye movement? That took control-freak to a whole new level. There was so much going on in the room; no one could blame me for being curious.

I’d missed whatever the Elder said after the canes stopped banging. Dammit. But there was no missing what I was supposed to do when Emmett came stalking toward me, demanding through his teeth once he reached me, “Knees.”

All the other girls were dropping to their knees as men from the crowd came forward and chose silver-painted women at will. I hurriedly got to my knees as Emmett whipped out his tremendous, throbbing cock and presented it to my face. He couldn’t be too mad at me if he was that turned on, right? Well, I knew one surefire way to ease any anger he might be feeling.

I cupped his balls with my right hand. The paint was mostly dry, but it still left a silver dusting on his heavy sac. I played with his balls as I lowered my head to his cock, toying with it with the tip of my tongue.

The shudder that went through his body at my touch was gratifying as hell. He tried to act like Mr. High and Mighty, but one swipe of my tongue and I had him on the edge. His cock throbbed in my mouth.

I barely remembered him from high school if I was being honest—it was probably bitchy to admit, but I’d never claimed to be a saint back then… or now. I grazed my teeth along his shaft before covering them back up with my lips and bobbing up and down over his tip repeatedly. I looked up at him and didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched.

Whatever he’d been then, he was all man now. But when he looked down at me with my mouth stuffed so full of his cock that my eyes watered, what did he see? The queen bee who’d won Teen Miss Darlington County two times, both my sophomore and senior year? Did he see only the siren from moments ago, just another beautiful blonde covered in silver paint? Did he just see a woman to dominate, and anyone who’d play his kinky games would do?

I squeezed his balls, and his right hand came to my hair, his left hand to my wrist, pulling it away from his sac. Then he started to guide the pace at which I bobbed on and off him until finally he held the sides of my head in his hands. “You’re going to take what I give you, and it’s going to make you wet,” he said.

I blinked, unsure at this turn of events. When I gave guys a blowjob, I was always the one in control. But here again, Emmett was flipping the tables on me.

“Touch yourself, but don’t you dare fucking come,” he commanded as he began to feed his cock back into my mouth. “And eyes on me.”

I blinked and nodded, mouth full of his thick flesh. I reached down between my legs.

“Stick two fingers inside your cunt,” he ordered as he started to really fuck my face. I did what he said. I was wet, which surprised me. I’d never been spoken to so crudely. And yet, the more crudely he spoke and used my body, the wetter I became.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers while I fuck your face,” he said through panted breaths, his cock ridiculously large in my mouth. It was work to keep my lips covering my teeth. “And don’t stop sucking me,” he added. “I wanna feel that fucking vacuum mouth.”

I nodded, trying to give him everything he was asking for, but it was overwhelming. I suckled as hard as I could while his cock was in my mouth, but he was relentless. I could only just catch my breath before he was coming at me again. And then working my own fingers inside myself and fighting my rising pleasure. Around us, canes continued to pound, along with men’s groans and grunts of pleasure.