Beauty's Beast (11 page)

He sputtered, wanting to stop it all, but I crawled atop him, sitting on his cock that was rigid as a pole.

I took a deep breath, looked into his piercing blue eyes, and reached back and lifted the cockhead, nestling it between my wet lips. They had parted in anticipation.

His hands remained at his sides as he shook his head, but I ignored his protests and sat back in one painful movement. I cried out as something—my maidenhead no doubt—broke inside me. Pain seared through my body but it lasted only a second.

His body filled mine to the maximum and I dared not move as everything inside me adjusted for the beast that had been unleashed within my loins.

Sweat broke on my forehead as I started to move a little, not understanding the feelings or sensations I had firing off inside me.

His hands lifted to my hips, moving me slowly as he sat up, cradling me in his lap. “You were pure.” There was deep regret in his voice.

I shook my head, ashamed and alive all at once. “I don't think I was ever pure.” I wished I could tell him of the wicked thoughts I had.

His breath against the side of my face roughened as his hands started to lift me off his cock and pull me back down on it. Whimpering breaths slipped from my lips as his pressed against mine. We kissed and rocked and caressed with every inch of ourselves. The motion grew to be something intense and wonderful.

His hands slid over me, releasing my breasts so he might suckle and flick my nipples. His fingers were unstoppable as he cupped my ass, squeezing and jerking into me. He lasted with me atop him maybe ten minutes before he stood, still inside me, and laid me gently on the old table. My feet rested against his shoulders and he was very still, looking down on me intently. “May I fuck you, Belle?”

I nodded, desperate to feel what I knew I would.

He drove himself into me, impaling me with the beast I realized I hadn’t felt all of. He had been keeping some back, protecting me from the sheer size of it.

I cried out, half in pain and half in pleasure.

His jerks and thrusts tore into me, creating space and bliss. My back arched and the very thing I imagined would
happen,
did. I tensed everywhere, whimpering and moaning with every bit of the contact we made. His hands gripped to my hips and ass, lifting me to meet his thrusting cock.

I cried out when the tension released like a floodgate might have. I breathed a long and ecstatic wail out into the rain and lightning. It was like listening to a symphony. His pounding body slamming into mine, our mutual sounds, both in desperate pleasure and release, and the rain hitting everything around us, only to be followed by cracking lightning and pounding thunder.

He jerked several times after I collapsed in a puddle of emotional bliss, and then joined me. He lay on me, resting his head upon my breasts and gasping for air.

It was the greatest moment of my life, made better when he whispered, “You are so beautiful, my Belle.”

The birdbath revealed my greatest fear. My father was alone in a small room, looking scared and confused. My heart, that had been so full before, sank seeing it.

“What do you see?” the master asked from the courtyard where he had agreed to stay while I looked to appease my guilt.

“It’s very bad.” I shook my head, not sure I understood what I saw. “My father is locked up I believe. Either that or he is lost somewhere he doesn't wish to be.”

His warmth and presence made a difference in the small covered alcove where the birdbath was. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and spoke softly, “Tell me exactly what you see.”

“Babette!” I gasped as her face appeared in the small window of the door. She nodded and walked away as Gaston filled the space she had been.

He spoke, looking to where Babette had walked, “What? What is she doing?”

“She is where my father is, with Gaston.” I turned and looked at the shadow he had become. When I lifted my hands to his cheeks it was as if I had brought a light with me. His eyes were filled with worry.

“Who is Gaston?”

I cringed, lost as to how to describe him. I chose the simplest explanation, “The man my father worked for. He forced my hand, making my father agree to our marriage. He is why I ran here. He tried to—well, he did but—” I couldn't get the words out. I couldn't say he had raped me because I had climaxed, and I had moaned, and I had gotten wet. My disgusting mind and body liked some of the abuses he had shown me.

Fury filled his face and he was gone, leaving only his smell to linger in the air around me. He moved faster than I could so when I got out into the courtyard and the rain, he was completely gone.

I bit my lip and wondered what he intended to do.

Instead of going inside I turned back for the birdbath and whispered, “Show me the master.”

The water churned and then fell flat and all I saw was the forest. It was an hour at least of the trees and a dirt path rushing past and blurry. I couldn’t make out anything else until I finally saw the village.

I watched for a long time as if seeing it all through his eyes. He was at the edge of the village, then at my house, and then Gaston’s. He moved quickly again, back into the forest and then to the other side of town where a large white building stood. I didn't know it.

The birdbath vision ended then. I slumped and sat on the old table where we had just made love.

The rain didn't let up, even after the
sun set
and the sky turned dark. Several times I asked for the birdbath to show me the master or my father, but it didn't. It was churning but showed no picture.

Finally frozen and exhausted, I stumbled inside. Mrs. Potts met me at the door. “What has happened?”

I slumped. “I fear the master has left the castle to find my father and bring him to me.”

Her face paled. “Lumier said there are villagers on their way here.”

“How did he see them?”

She swallowed hard. “He was out in the garden, looking for Babette and heard a commotion. He went to the tower, and sure enough, he could see them. A large group of men with torches.”

My eyes widened. “What do you mean? Why would they come here?”

“To loot or kill the monster they have heard lurks within these walls. It wouldn't be the first time.”

My insides churned. “But the beast is gone. How will we defend ourselves?”

“I don't know. I can’t imagine why men need to fight a beast.” She looked to where Cogsworth was standing, peering out the windows.

The image of Babette with Gaston filled my mind. It couldn't be a coincidence that a group of men were coming on the very eve she had been with Gaston. I knew it was
him
coming for me and what I had to do.

I stood tall and fought the urge to cry. “I will go and see if I can’t make them go away. If something happens and I don't return, please help take care of my father.”

She looked confused but I didn't stay to reassure her. I couldn't. I turned and walked from the door I had just come in, heading for the massive gates where the villagers would likely be.

Walking away from the castle was much worse than walking to it.

My whole heart was there now. I had given it to a man who was not quite a man. Tears filled my eyes as I thought about the one moment we had shared and how it would have to be enough to fulfill me and bring me joy for my entire life.

When I crossed the moat, the face I saw was exactly the face I expected.

“Belle!” Gaston shouted, holding a large torch and a sword. He was leading a group of men through the village.

“Hello, Gaston.” I spoke with the defeated heart I now had.

“We came to rescue you. We heard you were being held here against your will.”

“I am not.” I winced, nearly laughing at those words coming from him.

“I have told these men you are to be my bride and they have come with me to rescue you.” His tone is a growl. I nodded, knowing he meant that I had better not embarrass him.

“I am
grateful, gentlemen
.” I didn't look into the crowd of faces. I walked through them, headed for the gate.

“What is this place, Belle?” Gaston barked.

“It’s just a dirty old manor that's falling apart. It’s ancient and ruined. I have been here, awaiting my father. I was told to meet him here and he never came.” The lies slipped from my lips so easily. It was simple to
lie
and not care when one had no heart.

Gaston scooped me into his huge arms and held me to him, speaking through his clenched teeth, “I have missed you.” He dragged me through the gates and pulled me onto his awaiting horse.

His hand slipped into the front of my dress as we galloped away. He groped me, pinching hard on my nipple as he whispered in my ear, “I am going to fuck you so hard for running away.”

I didn't care.

I had a moment I would replay and relive in my mind. It would be the fodder for my soul and it would make everything else bearable. But no matter what, it would keep the men away from the castle and the master would keep my father safe. I could sacrifice myself for that.

He pulled up my skirt, rubbing his rough fingers over my pussy and whispering in my ear hoarsely, “You missed me, did you? You're sorry you ran, right?”

I nodded, wincing as his fingers rubbed harder and faster.

The ride back to Gaston’s home was much quicker than the trip I had spent fleeing from it. He stopped the horse and jumped down, dragging me from the steed and across the yard to the door. His men took the horse and his maid got the door. He didn't speak, just dragged me up the stairs.

He didn't go back to the room that I had fled from. He went up another flight of stairs. He didn't speak and he wasn't kind with the way he pulled me.

When we got into the large attic he slammed the huge door and locked it with a thick key. He pocketed the key and turned to face me.

It was then I saw the true rage on his face.

“Thought you could run from me, did you?” His lips wore a sneer that would haunt my dreams forever. “I found your father; that should make you happy, knowing he is being well cared for. He isn’t very happy with you I’m afraid but he is safe.”

I flinched, knowing the meaning of that word.

He untied his pants, pulling his thick, meaty cock from them. It bounced between his thighs. He looked down at it and then
back
at me. “You know your way around that. Come show me how sorry you really are.”

My insides tightened and my throat thickened but I walked to him, shying away from the rage still on his face. I dropped between his legs, resting on my knees and leaned forward.

He jerked, forcing it into my mouth. “Oh yeah. Oh, I have missed your little mouth. Did you miss my cock?”

I nearly heaved but managed to keep my composure as he abused me again, with his hands gripping my hair and his cock shutting off my airway. I sucked until I couldn't and then used my hand and mouth together, sliding them both in the saliva that coated him.

“That's a good girl.” He thrust. “That's how you make me happy.” He pushed harder and faster, pulling back at the moment his cock had just thickened. He stroked it himself, blasting me in the face with his seed. I closed my eyes as the warm liquid coated my lips and neck. “That's it, open your mouth, you little bitch.”

I tried not to shudder when some of it made its way into my lips. He breathed heavily, grunting as he finished. When I opened my eyes again, the rage and hate had vanished from his face. He stroked my hair. “Wipe yourself up, wash everything.” He nodded at the door next to the bureau in the dark corner of the room.

“This is your bedroom now. Do you like it?”

I nearly wept but managed to nod as I walked to the door and stepped inside the small washroom. I stripped off my dress and lowered myself into the tepid water.

I scrubbed hard, washing my face, neck, and hands first. I used the cloth to scrub all the other parts—the ones the master had kissed and sucked. I didn't feel clean but I knew I was, so I stepped out and dried off, paying close attention to the moisture between my legs.

Fighting tears and sobs, I pulled my knickers back on as he shouted at me from behind the door. “Don't bother with that dress. Just hurry up and come lie on the bed.”

I stepped out from behind the door as he kicked the hard bedframe next to him. “Right here, little lady.” He grinned wide as he reached down and pulled his pants off and dragged his shirt from his body.

He was huge. Everything about him was intimidating.

I forced myself to walk to him, covering my breasts. He pushed me on the bed, face down and dragged my knickers from me.

“Now I’m going to show you just how sorry you are.” Using the blankets to muffle my cries I remained perfectly still as his fingers kneaded my butt cheeks and thighs. He spread me wide open, sliding a finger inside. He shoved the finger in deeper and deeper, pounding against my pussy. “Where is it?” he asked in a deep growl. “Where is that fucking maidenhead?”

“I was raped,” I muttered, not sure he would believe me.

“No less than you deserved, I’m sure.” He fingered me harder. “Now tell me every detail.”

I tensed, not sure what to say. He pulled his finger from me and sat next to me on the bed. I breathed into the covers, unsure of what to say or do as he dragged me into his lap, across his knees. I gripped to the bedding, letting my tears fall there.

He reached down and cupped one of my breasts. “Did he touch you here?”

I nodded.

“I SAID TELL ME EVERYTHING!”

“He tore open my dress and fondled my breasts,” I sobbed.

“And then?” He pushed my legs open again and shoved his finger back inside me.

“He forced his cock in my mouth and then he pushed me down and rubbed his cock on me. He pushed it inside and when he was done he left me there.” The story was only part a lie. Some of it had happened to me and all of those details were about the man with his finger inside me.

“Did you like it?”

I shook my head, not lying about that.

His finger moved quicker, moving at a pace my body liked. I fought the urge but my hips betrayed me and rotated as my lips parted, not in pain. He pinched my nipple again, slowly repeating the movement. I moaned and he fucked me with his finger much faster. I cried out as he forced the orgasm from me.

The moment I finished twitching and moaning he dragged his finger from me and landed his hand upon my ass, violently. I cried out and I told myself it was because it hurt.

“You will learn how to be a wife, Belle.” His hand landed again. “I have brought in someone who can teach you how to do it.”

Smack!

“She is going to show you what it looks like to please a man!”

Smack!

He got up roughly, lifting and dragging me to the corner. My arms were in the air and something pinched my wrists, and before I knew it I was tied in the corner with my hands above my head while I balanced on my very tiptoes.

He grabbed my cheeks roughly. “You will watch and learn.” He pushed my face to look at the person I hated the most in the world, besides Gaston.

Babette smiled from the shadows as she got up from the armchair in the corner I hadn’t noticed. She chuckled and stalked over, sashaying the way she always did. When she got close she whispered, “You surprised to see me, Miss Belle?”

I shook my head.

She slid a hand down my body when she was close enough. My stomach tightened as her fingers glided between my wet lips and entered my sex. She rubbed the top, the way I had when I watched her get fucked by the master.

I tried not to like it but my breaths became rapid bursts as she rubbed exactly the way I liked it.

“You like zis, don't you? You touch yourself zis way, don't you? You watched us and touched yourself just like zis, didn't you?” She whispered in my ear, “I saw you.”

She dropped to her knees, spreading me open and licking the top part as she inserted something, not her finger. It was much too large and felt much like the master’s cock. “I had zis made for me. I zink you will like it a lot,” she whispered into my pussy.