Delicate Revenge: Breaking Belles

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.

2

BELLAMY

As soon as the last Elder swished out of the room and the door closed behind them, I yanked the covers up over my breasts and glared at Emmett. “Was that entirely necessary?”

He stared coolly back at me. “What do you mean?”

I just gawked at him. I’d had a certain idea about how tonight would go.

I knew he’d pick me. Maybe I was full of myself to say so, but half the boys back in Darlington Prep had crushes on me. And Emmett, with his big puppy-dog eyes, hadn’t been half as subtle as he thought.

Not that I cared.

Not back then.

I was too desperate, putting on the front as queen bee of the school. Everything perfect on the outside so no one ever thought to question anything going on behind closed doors.

And Emmett Washington had been nothing but an awkward tagalong to the real heirs who ran the school. He barely filled out the expensive clothes his new-money parents bought him.

But the Emmett who’d just slung me around and demanded such dirty things in the voice of a man who knew when he commanded things that people would obey…. Holy shit, where had he been hiding all this time?

I sat up straighter in bed so I could look down my nose at him—a trademark Carmichael move. “I mean, you didn’t have to put on that performance for them.” I flung my hand out toward the door. “It was unseemly. All we had to do was meet the requirements of having sex. You didn’t have to turn it into a circus like that.”

Emmett just smirked at me, making no move to cover himself at all. The girth of his cock had only slightly relaxed and was still obscenely large, lying against his thigh. “I don’t think you get how this works, princess. I’m the one in charge here. You’re my Belle. You do what I say.”

I threw my hands up in the air. “But you picked someone who knows a little bit about how these things go. My mother lunches with all these men's wives, for God’s sake! If I’d been a man, I’d be in the Order like my father was!”

His face lost the smirk, and he advanced toward me across the bed. “So why are you here? And why’d they let you in? I thought it was strictly off limits for—” He smirked again, looking me up and down as if finding something lacking. “—girls like you.”