Delicate Revenge: Breaking Belles

I could feel his grin from behind me by the way the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. And then his voice was a warm breath at my ear, both of us still on our sides.

“Your wish is my command.”

He fucked me rapidly several more times and then slowly, so that both of us heard the noise of his cock sliding against the slick, slippery folds of my pussy. It was obscene. I squirted out more wetness, listening to us and feeling every inch of him inside me, dragging slowly, slowly, the fat ridge of his head hitting every delicious part of me along the way.

One of his hands let go of my wrist, and he reached down for my thigh, lifting it and bending my knee so I was even more exposed to his cock disappearing inside me.

He looked into my eyes as I watched him over my shoulder. When our eyes connected, he grinned. “Just remember you asked for this, Princess.”

The next time he pulled out, he repositioned himself and then began pressing in again, but this time at a different hole.

I gasped and tensed in surprise.

“Relax,” he said, kissing and then biting softly at the back of my neck. “You can take me. We both know you can take me. Relax and let me in. Submit and let me take control.”

Submit. For a second, I clenched tighter, but then I relaxed as he continued speaking, and I let myself get lost in the rich bass of his voice. The more I released, the more ground he took, pressing into me, claiming me.

And as I gave, the lightness came. As he filled me up from behind, it traveled through my entire groin, straight through to my clit, and my body sang as I clenched my legs together and shook, tremoring and clenching on Emmett’s cock in my ass.

“Fuck, yes, that’s right. Give in to me. Fucking milk my cock. Break my dick, princess. Holy fuck, that’s so fucking tight. I can barely move you’re so hot and tight. Hottest fucking thing I ever—”

His hand let go of my thigh but only to move to my sopping pussy. First, he just shoved more of my wetness back toward his cock as he continued to breach me.

And then those fingers moved, almost as if they couldn’t help themselves. Even though I knew every move Emmett made was calculated, and this was probably only more of his torture, I loved this soft, investigative touch as he explored with first one thick, fat finger and then finally, finally, two.

But it wasn’t until he dropped his palm hard against my clit with three fingers inside me that I lit up like the Fourth of fucking July.

I writhed, I screamed, and I humped Emmett’s hand while he fucked my ass, and there were so many senses being stimulated at once.

The orgasm felt like it rippled outward from my tailbone. It almost hurt it hit so hard. And then it was fucking bliss. And Emmett wasn’t about to let me off easy.

He made me ride it to another, fucking my ass raw, spreading me open and defiling me, blasting my pussy with his hand, and then digging his middle finger deep and circling round and round with the tip hooked on that spot that ohhh—

I think I screamed as the blinding white light hit. I breathed. Maybe I breathed. Who fucking cared? This was Nirvana, and I was gonna ride this wave, ride my man, both of us fucking each other like the animals we were. God, I couldn’t get enough of fucking him. Oh God, it was so good. Oh God!

So, yeah. Ahem. That was this morning. And now it was tonight. But, Jesus. My legs still quivered just remembering it. That was before the box had come at breakfast. I was sure Emmett wouldn’t have fucked me half so well or let me have nearly as many orgasms if he’d known, so I was a little smug about that.

Suffice to say, when Emmett and I weren’t fighting, we worked out very, very well.

In the box for tonight, there was actually clothing for me, for once. Well, a slinky thigh-high silk robe anyway. It was still more than I usually got. Though, considering how things usually went, I doubted I’d be wearing it long.

Emmett was tense as we prepared to go downstairs.

“What’s up with you?” I asked as we headed toward the door.

He shrugged. “Things have just been going smoothly for a while now. It puts me on edge.”

I trailed a finger down the center of his shirt, along his tidily done buttons. “Don’t be so serious.”

His eyes were dark as he caught my wrist in a firm grip.

I smiled bigger. “See? You’re in a mood to play after all.”

He just shook his head, let go of my wrist, and gave me a resounding smack on the ass that I felt long after we left the room and started heading down the stairs.