“Remove your hands from your ankles, grab your ass cheeks, and pull them apart. I want to see what I’ll be fucking tonight.”
Her throat constricted, but she didn’t hesitate in complying. With her ass and pussy now on display, and the chill in the air moving along her exposed cleft, she forced herself not to shiver.
“Stand and face me again,” he said with that bass voice that did something to her insides.
When she was facing him again she swallowed hard.
“Did the agency tell you what types of pleasure I like?”
“They were vague, and just explained I was to do what you said without any question.”
He didn’t respond, and didn’t move. But he did inhale from his cigar again, blew out the smoke slowly, and then beckoned her forward with a crook of his finger. She took a step forward, but he tsked and she instantly stopped.
“I take what I want when I want, and will not offer you a safe word, so if you do not wish to continue, this is the one and only time I’ll let you go.” His voice was hard and unyielding. “If you decide to stay you must know that if you say stop, I will keep going. If you tell me no I will bring my hand down on your flesh with more force. Do you understand what I mean?”
She nodded, but did she really know what she was getting into? Was she stupid enough to actually give in to him in such a way that all of her rights would be taken away, pain was inevitable, and she was to submit her body in the most basic of ways?
“Good girl.” He stared at her for a second, and then shifted on his seat. “Now, I want you to crawl to me.”
She stared at him, not sure if she had heard him correctly.
“You heard me,” he said in a husky voice. “On your hands and knees, and crawl to me.” He rested his forearm on the edge of the chair, and she saw his strong fingers and the cigar that was braced between two of them. “I will not ask you if you want to use your safe word, because frankly I wouldn’t even be giving you that option if it was up to me. But I am not a rapist, not some psychotic bastard, and am giving you that option. Unless you voice Beauty out loud, I will continue, Belle.”
What was strange was the fact she was aroused right now, wet and needy and she was being ordered to crawl to him like a damn dog. But she kept her mouth shut, didn’t argue or deny him, because she was here for his pleasure alone. On her hands and knees now, her ass was in the air and her tits hung freely. Belle took a steadying breath and started to move toward him. The length of the hard, cold flooring between them seemed like miles in this position, but she moved slowly, and kept her focus on him.
The hard floor was cold and unforgiving, but she blocked out the discomfort and focused on the man in front of her, this dark, devilishly scarred man that had probably paid a good chunk of money for her.
“I like pain with my pleasure, spanking and restraining, and a lot of screaming out,” he said and she actually flinched. She wasn’t into that kind of sex, the kind that would leave marks on her body, and make her so sore between her thighs that she would wince every time she moved. But Belle couldn’t lie and say that the thought of The Beast slapping her ass until it hurt, or pounding himself into her until she cried out for him to stop, didn’t arouse her.
“Does that frighten you, Belle?”
Belle stopped, surprised he knew her name. At the agency they used nicknames, never legal names, but he knew her.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he said with a hard bite in his voice.
She continued to move forward, telling herself that he obviously had the means to find out who was coming to his home. When she was right before him she looked at his face, but saw nothing but icy composure. Her mouth instantly went dry when he went for the belt of his slacks. The side of his face that was scarred was still covered by shadows, and her throat constricted, knowing that despite what she knew that side looked like, she wanted him so desperately she couldn’t breathe.
Once he had his belt undone he pulled his zipper down. It was erotically sick, the way he pulled his erection out through only the flap, not even bothering to undo the button, and started stroking himself up and down slowly.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked, but the way he said it was almost like he was toying with her.
“Everyone in this state knows who you are.”
She saw the way the corner of his mouth cocked up in a grin, but it was almost evil in nature, like he knew she wasn’t telling him the whole truth. He didn’t respond, or ask her anything else, but he did hold his huge cock out for her. This whole situation felt cheap in every way, but that didn’t stop her from getting even more turned on because of it.