Delicate Revenge: Breaking Belles

But it was impossible to look at anyone but up at Emmett, past his clenched torso and into those eyes that blazed down at me. “I’m coming. Don’t lose a single drop. And don’t stop fucking yourself.”

He slowed down the frantic thrust of his hips as he pushed in one last time, and I sucked harder than ever, swirling all around his dick until the salt of his cum sprayed my tongue and the back of my throat.

I swallowed convulsively, and when some slipped out the edge of my mouth, I licked it up frantically, the same as I did some that spilled down the side of his shaft. And as I did, I couldn’t help it.

I fucking came. Quick, fast, sharp.

I was licking up his balls, and I froze as my body spasmed. I breathed out and continued cleaning him with my tongue, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

But when I glanced up and saw the furious fire in his eyes, I knew he had.

“Room,” he ordered through his teeth. “Now.”

Oh shit.

I looked around. We’d passed the Trial. I’d done good. Surely, that had to count for something. I got to my feet, a little unsteady at first in my heels, but Emmett again didn’t even hold out an arm. So I steadied my damn self, held my head up high, and marched out of the room with the dignity of the Carmichael blood flowing through my veins.

5

EMMETT

“You know a punishment is coming, don’t you?” I asked, fighting back the primal growl that wanted to unleash from deep inside.

She opened her mouth but quickly shut it. Instead, she simply nodded in response.

“I gave you clear instructions twice. And twice, you ignored them.” I tilted her chin with my fingers so her gaze locked directly with mine.

She nodded once again, but the clench of her jaw told me she resisted the urge to retort something sassy back. At least she was smart enough to remain silent; although, in mere moments, she wouldn't be able to keep quiet no matter how hard she tried.

“You’re going to learn tonight that when I give you a command, I expect it to be followed.”

Her eyes narrowed, and the corner of her mouth twitched, but she didn’t tell me to go fuck myself like I knew she wanted to.

“You are mine, Bellamy. As long as you reside in the Oleander, you are mine and only mine. Every single action of yours will reflect that. I saw you look at the other men—”

“Not in any sexual way,” she finally cut in. “This isn’t fair. I didn’t do anything wrong. Not truly.”

“But regardless, you looked at another man. At other men.” I pulled her into the room fully and shut the door. Then, not giving her an option, I took her by the arm and led her closer to the bed. “I also told you not to come.”

“I can’t control my body like that simply because you tell me. It’s not like I can or cannot come on command,” she snapped. “This isn’t some porno where the man says come, and the woman instantly does—or doesn’t, in my case. This isn’t fair!”

“You’ll learn,” I said, giving her a devilish smirk.

Oh yes, she’d learn.

Bellamy fought for breath as I kicked her legs wider with my feet and then slapped her pussy as a very small peek at what was to come.

A very small peek.

I then cupped her breasts, causing Bellamy’s whimpers to fill the air.

"And you’ll learn to beg to come after I spank that tight ass of yours. You’ll plead for me to press my cock into you, making you scream my name," I stated sensually, my voice tight and rough.

She trembled, her body shuddering, no doubt with the thought of what was to come.

Bellamy cried out, losing any control she tried to keep hold of as I plunged two thick fingers deep inside her hungry pussy. Raking across her clit with my thumb, I twisted my fingers inside. Pulling her orgasm to the surface, Bellamy rocked her body against my hand.

"You're so wet for me. The thought of a punishment coming is making your body come alive. It makes me think you acted out on purpose. Maybe you want your ass spanked? Maybe you want me to punish that little asshole of yours? Maybe this was your plan all along?”

She shook her head, but her breathing increased, and I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers. Not giving her the release she so desperately wanted, I removed my fingers as abruptly as I put them inside her.

I then walked over to the nightstand and pulled out a black box I had arranged to be delivered. It was waiting for me for when this occasion would occur. I placed it on the bed, took off my belt, and also laid it on the mattress, noticing Bellamy watched my every move as I sat down on the bed.