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As if the Elders were reading my mind and felt the need to punctuate the end of my internal vow, they banged their canes and announced, “Let the consummation begin.”
I gave Bellamy her chance to exit the scene, but she remained. So, at this point… game on.
We approached the bed, the Elders lined up at the foot of it, prepared to watch our every move. So fucked up, but it was a challenge I welcomed. If the fuckers wanted to watch me have sex with Bellamy, I planned to give them one hell of a show.
Not hesitating, I grasped Bellamy by the upper arm and spun her around so I could unzip her pretty pink ball gown. I couldn’t wait another second to see if naked Bellamy lived up to my high-school fantasies.
The dress pooled at her feet, and though she had sexy white, lace lingerie underneath, I had zero patience to appreciate it before I spun her around to face me and shed her of every last bit of fabric remaining. I took a step back just so I could fully take in her beauty all for myself. Yes, Bellamy lived up to every damn fantasy I had… and then some. My dick hardened to a point of needing to remove my own clothing just so I could release some of the pressure. The entire time I did, Bellamy simply stood before me, though I caught her several times stealing uncomfortable looks at the Elders in the room.
Yes, my dear Bellamy, they are watching.
I could take this entire night slowly and really torture the girl, but my throbbing cock screamed to be inside her. Slow would have to happen another time, and the flicker of fear in her eyes did succeed at making me want to give her a little mercy. Just a little… since I could be a sadistic asshole at times. Especially in the bedroom.
Just as I was getting ready to pounce, Bellamy took it upon herself and bent over the bed, ass out, legs parted slightly so I could see the pink lips of her pussy just asking me to bury my dick in between them. Taking control—yes, that was exactly what she was doing. She was silently telling me to get it over with. Her nonverbal command warranted a punishment. She would soon learn that I didn’t take orders from anyone, no matter how subtle or how incredibly sexy they were.
And I wasn’t that merciful to just fuck her and be done.
“Roll over onto your back,” I commanded as I approached. “You don’t get to hide those tits of yours and your pussy from the sight of the Elders. I want them to see every inch of you on full display.”
When she didn’t move right away, I made first full contact with my palm on her ass, spanking her hard for her disobedience, and then flipped her over. Her eyes were glassy with tears of shame as her lips trembled. But when I lowered my fingertips to her pussy, I gave a devilish smile. My Southern belle was wet.
“What makes you wet, Belle? Is it all the eyes watching you be a very dirty girl, or knowing what’s coming next?” I thrust my wet finger into her hole, causing her to gasp and arch her back.
She closed her eyes and bit her glossy lip.
“No, Bellamy. You keep those eyes open.” I took both my hands at this point and pulled her pussy lips open, showing off her clit to those watching. “Just like we’ll keep these lips of yours open. We all want to see just how wet you are.”
Her eyes darted to the Elders and then back at me. I could see the “fuck you” dancing in the blue hues.
“You don’t get to block this out. You don’t get to hide.” I released the spread but pushed my finger back inside her. I then added a second finger and pumped in and out, stretching her tight little hole as I did.
Her eyes closed, and she moaned loudly, which I couldn’t help but love seeing, even though she was breaking my rule.
“Eyes open,” I warned again, scissoring my fingers as I did so.
She obediently opened her eyes and locked them with mine. A single tear escaped from the corner. The droplet mixing with her mascara created a dark streak that ran down her face. The dirty line made my cock twitch in anticipation of seeing more.
“I like it when you cry, Bellamy. I like the dirty tears the most.”
I also loved that she didn’t try to close her legs or stop me from finger-fucking her in front of a roomful of observers. I, of course, couldn’t read her mind, but I sure as hell could read her body, and the sexual juices coating my hand told me all I needed to know.
