Chapter 173: The Bell Tolls for Blue
Leo’s fingers closed around the end of the beaded string. He held Margot’s gaze, his expression one of cool expectation.
“Now,” he said, his voice cutting through her heavy breathing. “Let’s see how well you’ve been prepared.”
With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to pull.
The first bead emerged with a soft, wet pop. Margot gasped, her internal muscles fluttering around the sudden absence. The second followed, then the third, each one sliding free with that same obscene, slick sound. The gallery was utterly silent, every eye fixed on the procession of glossy black spheres leaving her body, each one leaving her a little more empty, a little more ready.
Ruby’s voice was a breathy whisper in the microphone, aimed like a laser into the darkness of Rupert’s hood. “He’s pulling them out, ‘Blue’. One by one. They’re coated in her juice. They’re coming out of the hole your wife is offering him. It sounds filthy. It sounds like a drain being unplugged.”
The last, largest bead emerged. Leo held the dripping string aloft for a moment, letting the lights catch the sheen, before dropping it carelessly onto the floor. He then placed two fingers at Margot’s slick entrance, pushing them inside, scissoring them gently.
“Wide open,” he announced to the room. “Perfect. Get on your knees. Face the mirror. Ass in the air. I want them to see every expression you make.”
Margot moved shakily, pushing herself up from the bed. She turned, her skin flushed, and slowly got onto her hands and knees. She faced the two-way glass, knowing her husband was somewhere behind it, knowing he was blind. The position was brutally exposing. Her back dipped, her ass raised, her sex glistening and swollen from the beads. The little gold bell on her piercing hung down, trembling faintly with the quick beat of her heart.
“Look at that,” Ruby narrated, her tone clinical. “Your wife, ‘Blue’. Presented like a bitch in heat. Her cunt lips are puffed out, gleaming. That cute little bell is just begging to be touched. It’s a dinner bell. And the feast is her.”
Leo unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but he was getting there, his length thickening as he stared at the offering before him. He stepped forward, ran a hand from the base of her spine down over the curve of her ass, and settled his thumb against her swollen clit, flicking the bell.
A sharp jingle cut the air. Margot cried out, a broken sound.
“He’s playing with her bell, ‘Blue’. It rings when she’s excited. It’s ringing now. Listen to it. It’s the only music you get.”
Leo shifted. He spat into his palm again, slicking himself fully, the sound crude and wet. He positioned the broad, plum-dark head of his cock at her entrance, applying pressure.
“He’s at the gate,” Ruby said, her voice dropping. “He’s pushing. Her body is resisting for just a second… it’s so much bigger than those beads… and now… now he’s in.”
A raw, guttural shout was torn from Margot’s throat as Leo sheathed himself in one relentless, deep thrust. Her head dropped, her back arched violently, her fingers clawing at the silk.
“He’s in to the root,” Ruby described, the words fast and hard. “He’s buried in your wife’s cunt. He’s filling the emptiness he created. She’s screaming. It’s a scream of pure feeling. You’ve never heard her make that sound. You never could.”
Leo began to move. His thrusts were not rhythmic or loving; they were deep, probing pistons, each one aimed to re-map her interior. The wet, meaty slap of their joining filled the suite, a brutal cadence. Margot’s screams melted into continuous, sobbing moans. With every inward drive, the little bell jingled frantically.
“Her bell won’t stop ringing,” Ruby mocked. “It’s a tiny, frantic alarm telling the world how good his dick feels. Telling you how good it feels. She’s dripping down her thighs. She’s dripping onto the bed. He’s fucking the marital dryness right out of her.”
Leo’s pace increased, his hips a blur of motion. He gripped her hips hard, his fingers leaving whitened prints on her skin. He was breathing hard, grunting with each thrust.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled at Margot, his voice raw. “Even after the beads. You’re clenching like a vise. Take it. Take all of it.”
“I… I can’t…” Margot sobbed, but her body was pushing back against him, meeting every drive.
“You can. You are. Your cunt is made for this. Admit it.”
“Yes!” The confession was a shriek. “Yes, it is!”
In the gallery, Rupert’s codename siblings were frozen specters. ‘Green’ was openly weeping. ‘White’ had his face in his hands. ‘Red’ stared, jaw slack, his own hidden agony plain.
For Rupert, there was only Ruby’s voice, painting pictures of unimaginable violation in the perfect darkness.
“He’s pounding her, ‘Blue’. Her tits are swinging. Her ass is red from the impact. She’s chanting now. ‘Yes, yes, yes.’ She’s begging for it. She’s thanking him for it.”
Leo pulled her up by her hair, forcing her back against his chest, still impaled. He turned them both to face the mirror directly, his arm wrapped around her torso, his hand groping her breast roughly. He looked at their reflection, at her wrecked, ecstatic face.
“Look at us,” he commanded her, his lips at her ear. “Look at the woman you are right now. Look at the cock stretching you open. Remember this.”
Margot’s eyes, glazed and desperate, met their own reflection. She saw the animal pleasure on her face, the sheer possession in Leo’s. Her body was trembling on the edge.
“She’s going to come,” Ruby whispered, as if sharing a secret. “She’s going to come on a stranger’s dick while her husband sits in the corner locked in plastic. She’s going to shatter and you won’t even know it. You’ll just sit there, useless.”
Leo’s fingers found her clit again, pinching the ring, shaking the bell violently. The sensation, mixed with the deep, grinding fullness, was too much.
Margot’s orgasm erupted like a seismic event. Her body seized, a rigid arch of tension, before convulsing in a series of violent shudders. A deafening, piercing scream tore from her lungs, a sound of absolute, mindless surrender. Her internal muscles clamped down rhythmically, milking the cock inside her.
Leo swore, his control breaking. Her climax triggered his. With three final, jagged thrusts, he buried himself as deep as possible and roared, pumping his release into her in hot, pulsing jets.
They collapsed forward together onto the silk, a tangled, sweating heap. The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the faint, final jingle of the bell.
Ruby let the silence hang for a long moment. Then, she spoke into the microphone, her voice now flat, final.
“It’s done, ‘Blue’. He came inside her. He filled your wife with his seed. She’s lying in it. She’s full of him.”
In the suite, Leo slowly withdrew. He stood, looking down at Margot’s spent form, then directly at the mirror with a look of icy satisfaction. He pulled his trousers on, collected his shirt, and left without a word.
Margot didn’t move. She lay face down, her body humming, a slow trickle of white fluid beginning to seep onto the black silk between her thighs.