The Beauty and the Beast (2 page)

The Beast did not have this problem.
He attacked her mouth with ferocity equal to his nam
e and she kissed back with
verve, biting at his lips.
He could attack—she devoured.
Kate found herself being pushed against the wall on the landing.
She didn’t like that.
She grabbed
Nathan
by the hair and yanked his head back.
“Bad dog,” she said, wriggling out from under him and stepp
ing up a few more stairs so
she
stood
above him. This beast needed obedience training in the worst way.

Nathan
looked at her with a
strange expression.
C
onfusion at being reprimanded,
and
also a little bit of anger for being put in his proper place—below her.
“Did you think I would be so
easy?” she asked
, and hurried up the remaining stairs to the hallway.

The house had three bedrooms and for a moment she was envious of the amount of
room
Nathan
had in his Victorian castle.
Her one bedroom apartment doubled as her work space and as a result she had a dung
eon instead of a living room with all of her personal items
crammed into the bedroom.
To have enough space to spread out and stretch…how lovely.

Three of the four doors
stood
open.
The first, a bathroom,
she didn’t care about, but the other two were a lot more interesting.
The play room was on her right, painted dark red and full of the props of
the
lifestyle—a w
ooden St. Andrew’s cross, a low,
padded bench with restraints, multiple hooks in the ceiling for suspension
and a sturdy-looking set of stocks
.
The room even held a bed
, a simple
double
mattress and frame with black sheets.
His equipment was beautiful, much nice
r than her own set-up,
made to be portable in case she went to a client’s place or a hotel.
The tools of their trade
hung in neat rows on the walls.
F
loggers, whips, paddles, coils of rope and lengths of chain.
The room was elegant, erotic
.

The bedroom surprised her,
decorated in warm aut
umn colors, the bulk of the space
taken up by an enormous four-posted
antique
bed.
“Which room would you like?” he asked, coming up behind her.
The bedroom seemed
too personal, too intimate.
It
reflected
much more
of
Nathan
than the
play room, which while nice
, looked like most other play rooms she had seen.
She knew having
sex in a room full of restraints and torture implements
would be a bad idea, but the intimacy
of his bed
was frightening
.

“Let’s do it in the shower,” she said instead.

He l
aughed, but his mirth faded
quickly.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve invited anyone into my bedroom.”

“Why me?” she had to ask.

“You are bold and beautiful an
d sexy.
You are good at what you
do—you are elite.
But I think you’re lonely too.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snapped.
“I’m fine.”
Her voice gave an unexpected waver

“I’m lonely too,” he whispered.

“The bedroom,” she said finally.
She tried to tell herself she chose it
so he couldn’t get any ideas in the dungeon,
but something about the way he told her he never took women in there made her reconsider.

S
he walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge,
testing the mattress.
F
irm, but not hard.
Perfect.
He
stood in front of her, watching
.
She raised her foot swiftly, just missing hitting him in the balls.
He jumped back a little, and she hid a grin.
“Take off my boots?” she asked with a smile.

“Will you take off mine?” he countered.

“I don’t do men’s feet,” she replied.

Regardless, he
went down on one knee to unzip her high-heeled boot and pull it off.
He took his revenge by running a finger across the arch of her foot.
Kate was ticklish—a closely guarded secret—and nearly kicked him in the face as she let out an uncontrolled shriek.
“Don’t!” she cried out.

He stood.
“Twenty seconds and I’ve already found your weakness.”

“Don’t tease me,” she said.
“I’ll walk out right now.”

“You can’t,” he said.
“I have your shoe.”

She lunged forward to grab the boot but he tossed it away and stepped in front of her, blocking her path off the bed by moving close between her legs.
“Don’t cross me,” she said.
He
was
too close.
Her only possible (and undignified) mode of escape might be to scoot backwards across the
bed and dart for the door. At the
moment she did not like the Beast very much.

“You promised to give me a chance,” he
said.
“That’s all I’m asking
.
I love you.
”
His cocky confidence fell away and for a moment Kate saw an unexpected vulnerability and she realized that when he said he loved her, he meant it.
If she denied him it would hurt him.
She didn’t know what to do.
“Please,” he begged.

“I don’t love you,” she said finally, wanting to be honest.
It never once occurred to her to love
the man, but now he stood
in front of her, exposed, honest and raw.
She could get used to seeing this side of him.

“Why not?”

“I’ve never been in love.”

“Have you ever tried?”

“No.”
She didn’t have a personality that went well with softer emotions.
Being a dom
me worked for her because she could adopt a persona of not caring without anyone finding out she really didn’t
.
She had been doing it for so long, it never occurred to her that there was another way to feel.

Nathan
, she realized, probably had a life outside of the scene.
She bet he called his mother and still talked to his old high school friends.
Maybe he went out with his coworkers for drinks on the weekend.
People who called hi
m
Nathan
and didn’t know him as
the Beast.

He called her ‘Kate.’
No one called her by her name.

“
Nathan
,” she said finally with a sigh.
“This is strange.”

He kissed her again, soft
er this time, and she could sense
his pleading for love in his kiss.
It was soft and sweet and altogether different from any kiss she’d had in a long time.
Oh
, she thought, and
she realized she kind of liked it.

His hand slid up her arm and to her cheek, cupping her face and she felt herself falling backwards onto the bed
.
H
is body was on top of her, covering her.
She didn’t have a chance to react before he had her arms pinned over her head.
“I’ve got you,” he s
aid, that trickster grin
back.

Bastard
.
She yanked at her arms
.
U
nable to free herself she
brought
up her knee to
attempt to
clip him in the balls.
He rolled away to avoid her blow, pulling her on top of him.

She had some familiarity with this situation.
She adjusted to
straddle
him at crotch level.
“You’re not serious about any of this, are you?” she accused him, no longer sure of anything.
Was he love-sick, or just trying to get her into the sack?

“Let me fuck you and I’ll show you how serious I am.”

“I’m the one on top,” she said.
“I think I’ll be the one doing the fucking.”

She could feel
his
cock growing hard beneath her, making
her blood rush
.
S
he ground her crotch against his, e
njoying the building frictio
n. She wanted him hard
inside her, and she was
surprised
how much she wanted it.
She slid down
his legs
to give herself access
to his fly and worked it open
.
Freeing his cock, she took him in her hand and wrapped measuring fingers around him.
She approved.
He was
thick and strong, a properly beastly cock appropriate for hard, animalist rutting.

Deciding to throw her new dog a bone, She leaned down and kissed the tip.
She rested her lips on the head of his prick and shifted her gaze to look up at him from under her lashes.

“What are you waiting for?” he demanded.
She gave him a wicked grin and opened up her mouth to
gently nip his cock with her teeth before pulling away.
“Beauty,” he said
a warning in his voice. He
sat up to pull off her shirt, leaving her in her black bra.
She started on the buttons of his shirt as well, determined to keep the nudity equal.
He was beast-like in physique too, broad and strong.
He could over-
power her easily if he wanted
.
He snapped open the front-closure of her bra, her full bre
asts bobbing as they felt freedom
from their lace and satin prison.
She kissed him, initiating the kissing for the first time that evening, and they fell back together on the bed.

Toge
ther.
It wasn’t a word Kat
e used. E
ven when she was
with a man she felt alone.

He rolled her over onto her back and she lifted her hips to let him pull off her skirt and panties.
She was still wearing one
boot and he pulled that off too
, and he stood briefly to shed his s
lacks the rest of the way
.
Nathan
climbed on top of her.
He pressed himself against her opening and ducked his head to lick and nibble at her nipples, delicate at first but with growing ferocity.

His attentions kindled a flame inside her, the heat build
ing to uncomfortable levels.
She had never
wanted anyone so much. She didn’t even notice
Nathan
grab one of her wrists, but as soon as he had both arms pinned against the mattress she was ve
ry aware
he had her trapped.
She pu
lled a
t her arms.
Unless he wanted her to go there was no escape.

“Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” he asked her, voice deep and he
avy.
He continued, “Held down
.
Helpless.”
She didn’t
need him to tell her
, and gave him an annoyed glare.
“That furious expression on your face.”

“I can imagine,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

He adjusted his position without letting go and
began to push his beastly
cock into her.
“Condom!” she cried out.

He stopped but did not pull out, maddeningly full
right inside her entrance.
“You know I’m clean, just as I know you’re on the pill.”

“I don’t care.”
He needed to stop arguing and do as she told him.

He sighed.
“If we’re going to
be married you need
to work on your trust issues.”

“Put a condom on and fill me up before I kill you,” she snapped.

He let go of one of her wrists to reach for the bedside table.
She knew he was offering her the opening just to see how she would react. Part of her wanted to stay submissive and let him fill her and fuck her, but she was Beauty, the best dom
inatrix in the city, and she would not
disappoint.