Belle Delphine Fingering Herself Novels & Stories

I turned to stare at Delphine, who looked like the Moon Goddess incarnate as she slowly began to slip off her snow white dress, revealing the almost translucent silk slip she had worn underneath. Beads of hair were plastered all over her as she slowly made her way up to the pole where floggings were usually doled out, and I watched in a daze as Theresa ran up to her, bearing a thorny branch that she must’ve slipped away to get when no one was paying attention.

She turned slightly, revealing the slick shine on her inner thighs. Elias’s coat hit the floor. His cock jutted upward, flushed angry red, veins throbbing. Two days of constant arousal and no release had left him half-mad. Delphine smiled and crooked a finger. “Kneel.” He dropped to the cold stone in front of her. She opened the cloak. Her cunt was bare, swollen and already dripping. She had shaved herself completely that afternoon smooth as a child’s, obscene against her womanly curves. “First,” she said, “you will taste where your seed has been living.”

I glared down at her, trying to suppress my despair, and letting fury rise to the surface. “Why did you do this Delphine? If you where in such troubles, why not come to me?” I asked angrily. The rush of footsteps on the ground finally came to a halt behind me, the air tensing around us. Delphine let her wrinkled dirty hand fall from mine as she slowly turned from me. She weakly hugged herself as she slowly made her way into the middle of the cell. Then she let out a low dark laugh, her shoulders shaking violently. It was almost like she had turned mad.

“We find Belle. We buy time. And when the moment’s right, we end this.” I nod, swallowing hard. But Delphine’s voice cuts across the room again. “I do hope all the guests will enjoy tomorrow’s showcase,” she says with mock sweetness. “I hear the final lot is particularly… delicate. Untouched. From a reputable family. Quite the little rose.” My fingers curl into fists. I know who she’s talking about. Belle.

He hurried away, the sound of his whistling slowly fading down the hall. I picked up a pen and signed my name on this too. Sarah Morgan. Soon, I wouldn't be Mrs. Morgan anymore. I placed copies on the table, and suddenly, an incredible sense of relief washed over me.

Jax groaned loudly into her dripping cunt, the vibrations making her thighs tremble. She tasted fucking heavenly — sweet pineapple juice mixed with her own slick, creamy arousal. He tongue-fucked her tight hole, then sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly and mercilessly with his tongue, while two thick fingers plunged deep into her soaked hole, curling hard against her G-spot. Delilah’s free hand shot down, gripping his hair hard as she tried to keep her voice level. “The models will be… mmh… ready for final fittings by Wednesday. We just need to confirm the… shit… the schedule for the tech rehearsal.”

My name was Elsie Rivers, and I was a freshman in the dance department at an arts academy. I looked like I was born to dance, with curves in all the right places, a slim waist, and especially long legs that drew eyes wherever I went. Walking down the street, I could easily make any man hard if the breeze just lifted my skirt ever so slightly. Because of that, people called me the kind of campus beauty that only came around once a century. Yet behind my glamorous appearance, there was something no one knew. I couldn't even manage the most basic split—not because I wasn't flexible enough, but rather because I was acutely sensitive.

Delphine’s dark eyes glowed yellow for a second before fading back to its original colour; she was obviously trying to fight his grip. “Please!!!!” I screamed. “This is the only way…. I'm sorry.” Before I could fully grasp his words, he flicked his hand with a swift motion. Delphine’s body was flung through the air like a rag doll, crashing hard against the wall. She hung there, her body pinned unnaturally, arms spread like she was crucified. I managed to extract myself from his hold, but the moment I tried rushing to Delphine, he flicked his hand, and I was slammed against the edge of my wardrobe. I fought to move, but it was useless.

I laughed, “Apparently, neither do you.” Then something happened that almost took my breath away. I watched Heather nod slightly at a camera, then she did something she was not supposed to be able to do. Her fingernails turned to claws and she grabbed Delphine’s hand. She dug her claws completely through Delphine’s hand until she released her completely. Heather started floating above the ground.

"Let's get you ready." What followed was twenty minutes of preparation. Delphine pulled the silver clasps tight, lacing the black velvet until it felt like a second skin. Then she brushed my dark hair until it shone like polished obsidian, braiding it into an intricate, crown-like plaits interwoven with fine silver chains that clinked softly with every movement of my head. When I finally turned to face the mirror, I didn't see the frightened girl Jasper had dragged out of the forest, or the confused woman who had begged for Dominic's touch in the dark last night.