Delicate Revenge: Breaking Belles

But the Elders could wait for me to at least get a whiskey down my throat.

When I made my way back to Bellamy with drink in hand, I couldn’t help but find amusement in the way her ass looked squirming against her binds. She should’ve been smarter than that. Did she really think I’d give her the ability to escape?

“You’re going to rub your wrists and ankles raw with all that movement,” I chastised as I approached the cross.

“You asshole. You just left me here. I can’t see anything and don’t know what’s—”

I placed the whiskey at her lips. “Drink,” I interrupted. “You said you wanted a drink first.”

She had no choice but to swallow the brown liquid, and I loved that she was muzzled for now. I took mental note just how much the thought of gagging her made my dick twitch and would be sure to do that act later.

Knowing the Elders would be growing impatient, I pulled the whiskey glass from her lips and finished off the remainder of the drink myself. I then walked over to a nearby table where a leather flogger, among other toys, was on display for use. Bellamy was able to turn her head far enough to see exactly where I was going and what I was picking up. I glanced up at her as I felt the weight of the flogger in my hand and raised an eyebrow at her. Her eyes widened, she licked her lips, and she turned her face back to the wood as if preparing herself for what was to come.

Noticing she was still wearing her black dress, I instantly knew this couldn’t be. Though she was extremely sexy in what she wore, I needed to show off just how beautiful a woman she was. That… and I wanted to see the marks as I whipped her. Reaching for an intricately jeweled dagger, I paused for a moment as wicked thoughts ran through my head of all the acts I could do with the blade.

I marched over with my tools, brought the knife to the fabric of her dress, and began slicing it off her. The metal cut through the satin easily, and the dress cascaded to her heeled feet in a pool of darkness. She inhaled deeply as I cut the dress off her but didn’t say a single word.

My cock grew hard at the sight but more at the knowledge that the Elders were watching.

Watch, fuckers. Watch the most beautiful woman in this room cry out my name and beg for my dick by the time I’m done with her. Watch.

Once she was naked, I placed the knife down at my feet and picked up the flogger. Let’s begin.

I slapped the leather against her ass first, not hard but as a warning of what was to come. I wanted her to get used to the feel of leather kissing her bare flesh. She gasped as I did so, flinched slightly, but didn’t turn her head to face me.

Funny girl. Ignoring me wouldn’t make me go away.

I brought the flogger down again, harder this time, and smirked when she cried out in surprise. Not pausing, I repeated the step a few more times, not stopping the flogging until her entire ass was pink and swollen. Her whimpers and mewls blended with the sound of the music as I did so, and I had never heard such a sensual song in my life. The harmony of her cries and the beats of the techno only made me want to add to the melody.

Still holding the flogger by my side, I approached her ear and whispered, “Does it fucking hurt?”

Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted, with heavy breaths escaping. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

I chuckled. “It’s not like you have much choice in the matter, but I do appreciate your bravado.”

All around us were cries of pleasure and pain and sex a plenty. Flogging Bellamy was no different or more special than what the other men in the room were doing with their partners, so I knew I needed to up my game.

Dropping the flogger, I reached for the knife and took notice of how the handle was ribbed with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds. Phallic in nature, so it made complete sense what my next step would be. I took a minute to first bring the blade to Bellamy’s cheek and rest it flat against her face. I wanted her to know exactly what it was I was using as our delicious little toy.

Her lip trembled as she said, “You aren’t going to cut me, are you? Please don’t hurt me.”

I applied pressure to the knife. “I would never cut perfection. But I can’t promise not to hurt you. I love the sound of your cries.”

Flipping the dagger around so that I carefully held where the base met the blade, I brought the jeweled handle to her pussy and caressed the intricate ridges along her folds. Unsatisfied not seeing it all happen up close, I decided to kneel, looking up between her spread legs. The slickened flesh of her cunt greeted me as I did so.