Knox started his ride and took off, thundering down the road.
I then walked to the back of the restaurant and patiently waited for my moment to come.
Lucky for me, I didn’t have to wait long.
There were two other waitresses outside when Belle came out the backdoor. The second she saw me, she froze. It was a risk because she could have darted back inside and called the police. But she didn’t. She just stood there.
I walked to the table and put out my smoke. I looked to the other two waitresses and nodded. “Back inside, right?”
They both stood and did as I said.
I enjoyed when the world listened to my command.
I then grabbed a chair and slid it back. “How’s your night, babe?”
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I can’t say hi to you?”
“I don’t even know you,” she said.
“That’s okay. I barely know you. That’s why I’m here, babe. To fix that.”
“Stop calling me babe.”
“Can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“I just can’t.” I moved toward her. She stepped back. I loved this game. “The truth, Belle, is that I wanted to make sure you’re okay from what happened before. With that asshole that smacked your ass.”
“I’m fine,” she said.
“And your ass?”
She took another step back. She swallowed hard.
“What?” I asked. “I’m very worried about your ass. It happens to be a very nice ass. Just so you know.”
“You need to leave.”
“No I don’t. I bet your night is all fucked up right now.” Her back hit the wall and she was now stuck. Trapped. Vulnerable. I inched closer like snake to prey. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”
“That guy,” Belle said. “What did you do?”
I lifted my hand and showed her my knuckles. “What do you think?”
“Why?”
“Because he touched your ass. I could tell you didn’t want that to happen.”
“So you’re a vigilante now? Like some superhero?”
“No, babe, I’m far from a superhero,” I said. “I’m a villain. I’m the baddest of bad. I beat the living shit out of that asshole that touched your ass. Wanna know why?”
I was so close I could smell her. The lingering scent of the restaurant mixed with something flowery. Shit, if I wanted to I could have stolen myself a kiss or two. But I didn’t. This kind of honey was best left for just a little while longer. I wanted her boiling over, spilling, gushing for me. By the time the first flick of my tongue crested her clit she would already be coming.
“Why?” Belle whispered.
“Because nobody is allowed to touch your ass. That ass, babe, is all mine.”
I leaned in a little more and gave her a peck on the cheek.
Then I backed away and pulled out my smokes.
“Want one?” I asked.
“No,” she said.
I smiled, telling myself that after her first time with me she’d need the whole pack.
I lit up, took a drag, and pointed to her. “You ever need anything, babe, you know where to find me. Don’t forget me now because I sure as fuck ain’t gonna forget you. Got that?”
Just like a good girl, Belle slowly nodded at me.
I tossed a pack of matches to the table. They had the name and address of the garage on them.
“Your car is probably overdue for an oil change,” I said. “I’ll take care of that, personally.”
I turned and walked away, leaving her speechless.
The seeds were planted.
And speaking of which… my seed would be inside her soon enough. But before then, I still needed attention myself. Fucking driving myself crazy all night over Belle had taken its toll on me.
Back at the clubhouse I downed three shots of whiskey and found a blonde to take to my room. She tried to kiss me but I stopped her. I turned the bitch around and ordered her pants and panties off. She made a comment about not wearing panties. What-the-fuck-ever. I bent her over and stuffed my fat cock into her pussy, holding hips, thinking of Belle the entire time.
Ruining Belle was going to be the greatest pleasure of my entire life.
eleven
(belle)
MONTHS AGO
The car was steaming as I jumped out, fearing it was going to catch on fire and explode. I looked around and realized I was on the loneliest road in town.
Shit.
If I called my father, I’d get a face full of shit. He’d have ten squad cars show up and torture me. I’d be grilled on where I was going and why. My car would be searched for drugs. I’d get a breathalyzer test. And, no, none of that was a lie.
Why was I on that road?