“Yes, Belle.” He kissed her hard enough that their teeth clashed together, and although he knew she was frightened and confused, she leaned in slightly. “I’ve paid for your sister’s medical bills, so you working as a slut for others is no longer necessary.”
She jerked back, her face showing her surprise. “Why would you do that?” she whispered.
“I wanted you, Belle. I wanted you from the moment I saw you. But then I got into the accident before I could approach you, went through treatment for my injuries, and became isolated from everything. I gorged myself in dark pleasures, tried to tell myself that you were much too innocent for the pleasures I liked, but you never left my mind.”
She licked her lips. “Why change your mind?”
He grinned, but it was filled with his sadistic beast. “Like I said, I couldn’t get you out of my mind, and the more I tried to forget about what I wanted to do, the more I obsessed over you.” He cupped her breasts, pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and loved when she cried out in pain. “So I watched you more intently, learned your routine, and when I found out your struggles and the lengths you were going to make sure you took care of your family, I knew I had to have you.” He didn’t want to talk anymore, didn’t want to discuss this any further. He wanted her, finally had her where he wanted her, and wasn’t going to relent until she conceded that she was Beauty to his Beast. “No more talking, Belle.” He moved back around her, and brought the belt along the back of her thighs.
He gave her a moment to breathe through the pain, but he also knew she was aroused, saw the way she clenched her thighs together, and was anxious to give her more. He smoothed his hand across the lines along her ass and thighs. Jackson got on his haunches, set the belt down, grabbed her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. “Open your legs wide. I want to see the cunt that belongs to me now.”
She obeyed instantly, and he curled his fingers into the flesh of her ass. “Christ, that is so good.” The scent of her arousal slammed into him. Her pussy hole was slightly open from the way he was holding her, and he didn’t deny himself from tasting her. Jackson leaned down and ran his tongue along her cleft, pressed the muscle into her opening, and growled out when she clenched around him. Over and over he swirled his tongue around her hole, licking and swallowing her juices, and needing more. Only when she started shaking did he move back.
He would give her more, so much more until she was starving from her lust. He smacked her ass with his hand, and loved watched the globe shake slightly. “Tell me you accept me, that you’re mine.” He squeezed one of her ass cheeks. “I know you desire me, more than just what you are experiencing tonight. You watched me, too, Belle, but were far too sweet and shy to approach me,” he said softly right by her ear.
He picked up the belt when she nodded, and brought it across her ass gently. Jackson found himself staring at her, almost in a trance as her flesh turned a vibrant red. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” Sweat beaded his brow as he continued to spank her repeatedly until she was crying harder than he had ever seen her do so far.
“You make me feel good, but this is crazy.” She sighed out the last word.
“Crazy is the best kind, Belle.” He tossed the belt aside, and stared at the work he had done. Her entire ass and the back of her thighs were red, and he even saw some bruises starting to form. He smoothed his hands up and down her hot flesh. He was wild for her, so aroused his dick throbbed to be deep in her body. All he heard was his heart pounding fiercely, and the way the belt had sounded as it hit her flesh.
“I’m going to fuck you, claim every part of you, so what I told you is a reality.” He bent in front of her, picked up her leg so it was draped over his shoulder, and ran his tongue along her pussy. Jackson sucked her clit into his mouth until she was grinding her cunt on his face, and then flattened his tongue and slid it up to the tight hole of her pussy. Before he was unable to stop himself from just taking her right here while she was restrained, he stood and lowered the pulley. He gripped her nape gently but firmly and pulled her head back so she could look up at him. “Say the words.”
She stared at him, and then whispered. “I’m yours. I’ve always wanted to be yours.”
Proprietary feelings slammed into him, and he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. The room was still dark, but he could see well enough to know what he was doing. She was in the center of the bed, her legs spread and her breasts moving up and down as she breathed heavily. Taking hold of her feet, he pulled her down so her ass was hanging off of the mattress, grabbed her leg and opened her up for him. Taking hold of his cock, he stroked himself from root to tip.