Beauty and the Beast(26)

“I’m fine,” Belle said, finally peeking out from behind her curtain of hair. “The Beast had a lesson to teach me, and I do, I suppose, have quite a bit to learn.” She laughed, an unexpected sound, considering her predicament.

He smiled. “You’re in quite the good spirits, considering you are naked and chained to a wall, and I am a man known for my love of bound women.”

At this, she smiled. “It’s only a dream, you can do anything to me in a dream. Nothing matters if it’s not real.”

He stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of her naked flesh. “What if it is real?”

“Then I truly am in a predicament.” Belle laughed nervously. “Am I safe with you, Frederick?”

Her lips were so full, begging for a kiss. He smoothed her hair out of her face and smiled. “I won’t harm you.”

“You sound like my Beast.”

“Mmmm.” Frederick leaned in and kissed her lips gently, then pulled back, waiting for her response.

“It is a dream, right?”

“I don’t know,” he replied honestly. Was it? “I think so.”

“I’ve been searching for you. The Beast won’t tell me where he’s keeping you captive in the castle. How did you find me?”

Frederick frowned. “I knew where you were. Perhaps the castle guided me to you.” He shrugged. “Does it matter? I’m here. I’ve missed you.”

Belle smiled. “I missed you too. I did as you told me, Frederick. I agreed to begin my service to the Beast.”

“Good!” Joy filled him, but he wasn’t sure why. Yes, it was good. She needed to be with the Beast. To fall in love with the Beast.

“Why?” she whispered, echoing the very same question floating through his own mind. “Why would you want me to be with anyone other than you?”

“It’s not because I care for you any less, Beauty. I can’t explain it. Just know that the Beast is good, and he adores you. You must learn to love the Beast.”

“He left me in quite the state,” she mumbled. “Will you rescue me? Or are you here to take advantage of a captive woman?”

“Both,” he grinned, his mouth close to hers. “Let’s do both.”

“All right,” she giggled.

Belle stood on her tiptoes, pressing her mouth to his, her eyes shining brightly with excitement.

“Let me see if I can rescue you from this particular predicament you’re in,” he suggested, dropping his hand down to the curve of her waist. “Open your thighs for me.”

She breathed out shakily, and obeyed. Before he could even bring his fingers to her wet heat, Belle moaned in anticipation.

“You’ve really been left wanting, now haven’t you?” he asked, touching her clit.

“Yes,” she said, pushing her hips forward, as if hoping to pull his fingers into her body by sheer force of will.

He opened her nether lips, teasing the edges of her tiny bud.

“Oh, Frederick, yes…”

“This is a fine look on you,” he murmured.

“Please, please.”

Frederick gave her a warning swat on her bottom and she jumped, the chains rattling. When she stilled, her resumed his ministrations. One finger inside her, then two… rubbing his hand against her cunny until she ground against him, crying out in pleasure.

“Do you like this?” he asked, although the wetness covering his hand told her tale.

“I do, Frederick, I do.”

Then, like the Beast had done before, he stopped, leaving her on the brink of climax. She nearly screamed in frustration at another thwarted orgasm.

Now he had her full attention. “You must learn to love the Beast, Belle. Can you do that for me?”

Her eyes were clear but wild with lust as she stared at him. “I will do anything for you, Frederick. Anything.”

Satisfied, he built up a steady rhythm, faster and faster, until Belle cried out, the chains clattering against the stone and her screams of passion echoing throughout the underground lair.

When she was finished, she rested her head against her arm once more, panting.

“Do you have a key?” she asked, after a few moments.

Frederick laughed. “A key, that’s what you want me for? I feel used.”

“I want you for all sorts of things,” she said. “But a key would be especially useful at this juncture.”

“I have a key for your juncture,” he teased, reaching for his belt buckle.

“No!” she gasped. “You mustn’t! The Beast knows I’m a virgin. If you take me, he’ll know.”

“Don’t you want me?”

“Do I have any choice in the matter?” she asked. Her voice had lost its desirous ring. Now she sounded sad.