Once Upon a Time(7)

“Turn the fuck around. You do not move or speak without me telling you to specifically do just that.”

Her eyes widened, but she obeyed, and he patted her bottom gently.

“Good girl, Belle.” He let the belt unravel from his hand and took a step toward her. Without responding to her question, he pulled his arm back and brought the now longer strip of leather forward. The sound of it hitting her flesh, and then of her gasp of pain, had him closing his eyes and groaning in pleasure. It was like this rush of endorphins filled him knowing he caused those feelings within her. He looked at her ass, saw the red line that had instantly popped out along her creamy flesh, and his cock jerked forward at the sight. He got rid of his pants as quickly as possible, and then stood just as naked as she did. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, and he growled low.

He brought the leather down across her ass once more, and she cried out again, but this time she moaned softly. Jackson moved to the side so he could see her face, and saw that her eyes were closed and that her lips were parted. He slipped his hand between her legs, felt her tremble from his touch, and when he pulled his fingers away from her pussy they were soaked with her cream. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes.

He held his hand up for her to see the soaked fingers, brought them to his mouth to suck them clean, and then leaned in. “I remember you, Belle.”

She made another small sound.

“I used to watch you at those functions as you served the men and women that I loathed, but was forced to have niceties with because of their money.” He leaned in an inch. “I wanted you, wanted to fuck you raw, full you with my cum, and make you hurt until you came.”

She did make a small noise now, one of need, shock, and maybe a little bit of fear.

“And then I was basically stalking you, requesting your catering crew, and specifically wanting to you to be at any and all functions I was to attend.”

“What?” she said so softly he almost didn’t hear her.

He went to face her again, because he wanted to look right in her face when he spoke about this to her, wanted her to know that he meant every word he said.

“You knew me?” she said with a shocked tone in her voice.

“I knew you.” He smoothed a finger along her collarbone, ran it along her nipple, and watched as the tip hardened for him. “I wanted you the moment I saw you, wanted to break your innocence, to tear it away so the only thing you wanted was me, and that the only person that pleased you was me.”

“I-I don’t understand any of this.” She shifted on her feet, and started looking genuinely uncomfortable.

“You don’t need to understand anything aside from the fact that you’re here now, that I want you, and I don’t plan on letting this be the last time you and I are in this situation.” He leaned forward so he could smell the sweet floral scent that covered her body. “I want you for myself, want you to only be my whore, Belle.” He inhaled deeply and groaned out. “I know why you are doing this, know about your sick sister, but if you can understand that you’re mine, than you’ll understand that I’ll take care of you as long as you say you’re mine.”

She stared at him with wide eyes, and he saw the shock and fear cover her face. “Be your what?” Beads of sweat covered her forehead.

“Be mine. Only mine, Belle.”

She looked around the room, glanced at the door, and he knew she was contemplating if she should have run when she had the chance. “This is crazy.” She sounded like she was speaking to herself. “No, you don’t know me, don’t know anything about me.” She started struggling hard, faster, but the bonds on her wrists were secure.

“You’re not going anywhere, Belle, so struggling is fruitless.”

She breathed hard from her anxiety, and he cupped her cheek. She stilled instantly, and he stared into her dark brown eyes. Her black hair was loose around her shoulders, and he pushed the strands away. “I know you, all about you, Belle. I know your sister is sick, and without money sent to her she can’t get the treatment she needs.” He kissed her lightly on the corner of the mouth, wanting to be more forceful, but also wanting her to accept what he said. “I know that you’re a struggling student, only twenty-five with a bright future ahead of you.” He kissed her chin. “You decided to work at the escort service to get the money your sister needs, but tonight is your first job.” He leaned back and griped her chin in a forceful hold. “And your last job.”

“No.” She shook her head as much as she could with his hand still holding her chin.