Once Upon a Time(6)

For several long seconds all Jackson did was stare at Belle as she stood before him naked and looking so fucking good that he was starving for her. What she didn’t know was that he remembered her. He had watched her, knew her routine, and was aware of the reason she was at the escort service to begin with. Before his accident, which had left him so horribly scarred on one side of his body that he had become this recluse, he had wanted her like a fiend for his drug of choice. She was tall and lean, with a body made of curves and skin. Belle was creamy and soft that he wanted to mark it up so good and hard that she could see his brand of ownership on her whenever she looked at herself.

He saw the way she kept watching him, staring at the side of his body that was ghastly in appearance, scarred from the car fire, from the pieces of metal that had had to be extracted from his flesh, and from the skin grafts he’d had to have done. He was still at the top of his empire when it concerned reining over his investments and Wall Street. But where he used to have women fawning all over him, he now stayed in his penthouse, conducted business through satellite and Internet, and had women come to him. Pussy was easy to come by, especially when he had the wealth to back it up, but he wanted a female that would not shy away from the darker pleasures he wanted. Before his accident he had suppressed his darker, basic and primal urges. But after staying away from people, isolating himself, and growing angrier at life and what he had become, he took his nickname of The Beast and made it his reality. He no longer hid who he was on the inside, because now what he wanted was the pain and degradation along with the pleasure that came with it. His evil, which he had hidden on the inside, now matched his horrid appearance, and he was embracing it.

He tightened his hold on the belt wrapped firmly around his hand, and the material creaked from the strain. The images of bringing the smooth leather down across her body had his cock throbbing, despite the fact he had made her swallow his cum back in the living room. “Place your hands above your head and spread your legs shoulder width apart.”

His room was set up for the things he liked to do sexually. They were dark and taboo things, activities that made women cry for more, and beg for release, but also left marks on their bodies. He was about to experience Nirvana with Belle, but what she didn’t know was that he had been preparing for her arrival, anticipating the fact she would be his. He wouldn’t let her go unless she realized that he had claimed her. It would probably seem strange to her, given the fact they had never spoken, but before his accident he had wanted her, and after he had been damaged he had retreated from his wants and desire. But not anymore.

He watched her get into position, and palmed his dick as his balls throbbed for release. She looked fucking gorgeous spread out for him, obeying every word he said. Yes, she had to do what he ordered, but she had stayed, and therefore she wanted it, too. Besides, her rosy nipples were hard, and he knew her pussy was soaked. She truly was his sweet little masochist, and eagerly awaited more of his delicious torture; that was clear in the way she panted. From a distance he saw the way her pulse beat wildly at the base of her throat. He was going to lick and bite at her flesh until it was red from his abuse.

He moved closer, tilted her chin to see her face better, and didn’t stop himself from running his tongue up the length of her neck. She shivered under his touch, and he dug his fingers further into her skin. He knew she’d have small bruises in the morning, and he growled low in his throat because of that. Moving away from her a foot, and then walking around her body, he made her hold the position she was in with his silence. Her ass was lush, and the big globes made his fingers itch.

Above her was a pulley system with a cord that was adjustable.

“What is that?” The shaky quality of her voice turned him on even more. It was her hesitance of the unknowing that had the bastardly beast inside of him coming forth with a vengeance.

“It’s so you can’t move when I’m beating this beautiful little body of yours.” He attached her hands to the leather restraints, and then took a step back to admire his work, after adjusting the height so she was forced to stand on her toes to keep her balance. Because she was on her toes her entire body was stretched long, and all he could think about was running his tongue along every inch of her, memorizing her body like the feral fucking beast he was. Jackson moved behind her again, and when she looked over her shoulder at him he brought the belt down across her ass. She cried out, her entire body went tense, and he grinned. The belt left a welt mark along both cheeks of her bottom, and when he ran his hand over her flesh it was hot and raised to the touch.