Summary: Belle is caught reading and Rumplestiltskin indulges in her book obsession.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Once Upon A Time.
Rating: M
Pairing: Belle and Rumplestiltskin
A/N: I am borrowing scenes from the Sleeping Beauty trilogy by Anne Rice. I do not own it, just borrowing it to further my fic
READING TOGETHER:
The time of Regina's arrival had greatly inconvenienced Rumplestiltskin. He had been reading with Belle and imagining all manner of naughty, deliciously wicked scenarios from the sound of her voice. And now the night as drawing ever closer with Regina prattled on about her plans. He had to feign interest lest he give his desires away, but his mind wandered to the library where he was sure that Belle was reading. Rumple could picture her lounging, as they had together, the book in her hands, her head resting comfortable on a mound of pillows, and her cheeks alight with a delicate blush as her eyes devoured word after word. The image was so strong it nearly made him growl in delight. Looking back to Regina, she was staring at him, and it was that moment he seized his opportunity to kick her out. Regina sneered at him, but left his Castle with Rumple magically closing the doors behind her. "Finally," He muttered turning on his heel to head back to the Library.
Belle hadn't realized that she had dozed off until she felt a hand laying gently on her arm and a very male thumb rubbing back and forth rousing her from sleep. She opened her eyes, gazing upon the face of Rumplestiltskin; the book they had been reading together was resting, face down, on his hard leather clad thigh. She brought her right hand up, placing her palm on her forehead. "I didn't even realize I fell asleep." He said nothing; he just continued to smile gently at her as he set the book aside, careful to leave it open at the last place she had read. Belle wasn't sure what was running through his mind. She had yet to learn how to read him, to anticipate. Then, she turned her gaze to the window and saw that night had fallen. Her stomach rumbled lightly reminding her that she had yet to eat. A new blush painted her cheeks, but he just continued to smirk at her. "It must be well past time to take supper." Belle mumbled sitting up suppressing a yawn. She was at a loss for what to say. "Should I…?" His finger touched her lips, silencing her.
Rumplestiltskin stood up and offered his hand to Belle, "Tonight, I would be honored, if you would dine with me." She looked at him, to his offered hand, and then back to him. In her beautiful blue eyes he could see delight and happiness. Belle was actually happy. Gently, her warm soft skin touched his and his fingers gripped hers. Quickly he pulled her close and whispered seductively, "You may want to bring the book with you." She gasped but her hand reached for the book. He would not ask to read while they shared the evening meal, but he wanted it near to remind her that he hadn't forgotten that they would resume their reading. Rumple also planned to add a little spice to this night. He was eager to see just how far he could take her. There was some power inside of her that intrigued him, that made him want to explore her, and to know all she knew.
"It would be my honor to join you, my Lord." Belle inclined her head. In this castle she was the servant and he was the Lord. Was there more to this arrangement than she had been led to believe? Could Belle handle more from Rumplestiltskin? Would he even ask more of her? She had so many thought running rampant through her mind that she didn't know what to think, what to expect. All she knew was that Rumple was holding her hand with a tenderness that she hadn't thought he would be capable of. The only other time he had offered his and to he had been when they had been in Sherwood and he was helping her down from the carriage. A lesson, he had called it. Torment was more the term that applied, but something good had come out of it. Belle proved there was a man under the beast. Idly Belle rubbed her thumb up and down over his fingers that grasped hers.
Down in the main hall, Rumple conjured a chair to the right of his at the end of the table. If Belle had been anyone else she would have been at the end of the table, but he wanted her close. The book was open between them and he couldn't help but tease her by glancing at it. Each time he did, Belle would blush and bite her bottom lip. When she would bite her lip it made him want to lick his. She looked so delicious and before he became too enamored with her, he had to ask, "Are you ready for a little adventure tonight?"
Belle looked at him, "Are we leaving the castle?" She was confused and rightly so. They had been sitting here, each stealing glances at the book they had been reading together, and then all of a sudden he asked his question. Belle had no desire to leave the Dark Castle tonight. She wanted to continue to read the book with Rumplestiltskin. He had been so comfortable to rest against that she found she was eager to pick up where they left off and in the same position. She searched his eyes for an answer, but there were none to be found. He was still a mystery to her.
"No," Rumplestiltskin smirked and angled his head. With a flourish of his hand he magically brought the book to Belle and set it in front of her. "Pick any scene you wish…" He was hesitant, if only for the span of a heartbeat, and then he added, "And we will immerse ourselves in it." The idea intrigued her, it thrilled her, and he could hear the face pace beat of her heart. He was interested in which scene she would choose. There were so many wicked ones.
Belle took the book suddenly not so hungry anymore. "If I choose a scene, which of us will be master and which will be the ever willing slave?" She asked; she had to ask. If he chose it, then she would submit to him, as she already had. But would he choose to place trust in her hands? Did he have such courage inside of him? "If I was your master, would submit to me?" Belle mused seeing the question slice into him with wicked delight. She didn't know where that question had come from, but once asked, she could not take it back. Patiently she awaited his answer.
Rumple could act shocked at her question, but he held out his hands, palm up, and signaled she should set hers in his. Belle complied and he asked, "If I was your 'willing slave', as you put it, could these hands inflict such pleasurable pain on naked flesh?" Gently he lifted them placing a gentle kiss to her palms. He took a deep breath, breathing her in, and for tonight he wanted to submit to her. "Should I give you a lesson?" Belle's eyes told him all he needed to know. "Then, for tonight dearie, I am your slave." His hands tightened on her, pulling her from the chair where he led her to a room in his Castle that he hadn't used since his time with Cora.
Upstairs Belle let her jaw fall open as Rumplestiltskin stopped in front of a large black door. With his free hand he used magic to unlock the door. She actually heard eight locks disengage. "Enough locks?" She muttered and he spared her a smirk. Then, also with magic, the door opened. Revealing black marble walls with sconces blazing red as a fire burned upon them. Belle's eyes couldn't take it all in. There were so many things to look at first. She looked to her left and saw, neatly arranged, were whips in varying lengths and tails.
Rumple could see where Belle's eyes had drifted and he released her hand, "Go ahead, and pick whichever one you want." For this they were to have a change in wardrobe. While she was distracted he took that moment to close his eyes, to picture in clothes befitting the role she was now to take, but only in this room. Rumple pictured her in thigh high boots that laced up the outside and inside of her leg with wide crisscross. Further up her spectacular legs, he imagined her waist wrapped in a short dark crimson skirt shot with veins of silver, and a black corset of leather covered her torso, molding her breasts into perfect mounds along with leather gloves covering her arms. He also pictured her lovely auburn locks swept up into a delicate bun with curls falling down to barely kiss her bare shoulders. Rumple even conjured her face with heavy kohl lines around her eyes and dark ruby red lips. Looking at her, his heart pounded in his chest. She stood before him looking very much like strict mistress.
Belle had just reached out her hand to grasp a simple whip when she felt magic swirl around her, warm and inviting like a favored caress. She looked down the length of her body to see her attire had changed. She looked dark and wicked. There was a small part of her that liked it and another part of her that was afraid what this would do to her. Turning she meant to scold Rumplestiltskin, but stopped as his back was turned to her. It was bare and gleamed in the torch light. His arms were outstretched and leather manacles were about his wrists secured to chains. She tried not to notice that his leather pants had changed from his usual warm brown to a seemingly menacing black with boots all the way up his thighs laced in the back. Belle tried to keep her mind clear, tried to keep her heart from beating too fast. She gripped the leather whip in her hands tightly seeing him in such a vulnerable state. "You really are going to submit to me," Belle could hardly believe it, but now she did.
Rumplestiltskin angled his head looking over his shoulder to Belle, "Come stand in front of me and I will give you instructions." He could see her want to hesitate, but slowly, not sure of the boots, she walked to him and stood before him. Her lips, painted ruby, begged to be kissed, but that was not the goal for this night. "Tonight, in the confines of this room, I am yours to command, your body slave." Rumple said inclining his head out of respect. She was still a princess after all. "Test the weight of the whip in your hand, feel it, let yourself become accustomed to it." Belle did as instructed and pushing things further, she made the very tip crack in the air. The sound was loud and it made her jump. "Now, in this world within a world, a submissive has more power than the mistress. If I utter a safe word, then everything stops. Do you understand?" Belle nodded her consent. "I say 'Spindle' it all stops." Again Belle nodded. "Until the sun the sun comes up." Rumple added.
"What am I to do?" Belle asked looking about the room as more of it was revealed to her eyes. She could do this. She knew she could. Putting confidence into her stride, Belle stepped close to him but he cast his gaze down. Like she had read in the book, she commanded, "Look at me." His eyes rolled up to meet hers perfectly submissive. How many times had he indulged in this desire, and with how many other young women? He tried not to think of such things. It would drive her mind. Playing the mart of Mistress she asked, "Do you wish to please me?" the answer was there in his eyes, but she wanted to hear it fall from his lips; lips she had spent far too much time dreaming about.
"Yes, my Princess." Rumple replied with deference, with awe, and with deep respect. He wanted to see just how far Belle could be pushed into things that were considered wicked. "I am yours to do with as you wish." He added and, unbidden the memory of him having to kiss the Duke's boots flashed into his mind. Rumple prayed this would not be what Belle asked of him, if she unchained him.
Belle took the whip and coiled it about her waist, draping the handle over her right shoulder as she contemplated Rumplestiltskin bound before her. This scene, in this room, was for dark appetites and erotic sensualities that proper ladies were taught to deny themselves. Belle would not deny herself. She walked away from him and made sure that he could hear the heels of her boots hitting the polished stone floor. On a long ledge of matching black marble there were assorted clamps that could only go on certain parts of the body. It sent a dark shiver of wicked delight through her as she picked a silver set connected by three thin chains. She came back to him and commanded, "Look at me."
Rumplestiltskin once again rolled his gaze up to meet Belle's eyes fully giving himself over to being her slave in this room. He had total obedience and total certainty that his mistress would not cause him serious injury. But he was gambling that Belle would continue this game and not make an attempt to escape. Then, his eyes fell on the clamps she had chosen. A shock of pure lust shot straight through him and into his rapidly hardening manhood. She said nothing as she put on clamp to his already straining left male nipple. He made sure to keep his lips closed, but still that did not stifle a sound of pleasure that bubbled up from his chest. And then the second clamp closed over his other nipple. Rumple could not stop the moan from filling the room.
Belle could not beat back the wave of pleasure that came from hearing him moan. She stepped in close to him, eager to set her hands to his flesh, to skin she had only ever touched in her dreams. He was lean, almost as thin as any elf she had ever read about, and he had moderate muscles hidden beneath silk and leather. Teasingly she scraped her short nails down his abdomen and to the leather waist of his pants. Rumplestiltskin shuddered under her touch. Then, because they were in this room, she trailed her hands down further to cup his hard bulge. He shuddered again, but did not try to move away from her, instead he pressed more of himself into her hands. The power she had over him was making her dizzy, even if it was imagined.
Rumplestiltskin should put a stop to this game. It was dangerous territory, but her hand on him felt sublime. The leather of his pants, the feeling of her palm, rubbing over him flooded his mind with all manner of evil notions to play with the ones already there. Imploring her, he rolled his hips in her hands, but Belle, the dominant in this room, took her hand away. She wanted to prolong this night. He grasped the chains bracing himself for what was to come. Belle moved out of his eye line and her foot falls echoed all around him, making him even more eager. A thunderous tattoo beat in his chest as he heard the leather drop to the floor. He could picture the tip of the whip flopping back and forth on the stone floor while Belle thought what to do. He could picture her brow furrowed; concentration darkening her eyes. Then, without preparation, the whip sliced into his skin. His magic barely had the time to turn the sharp sting of pain into an erotic kiss of pleasure. Rumplestiltskin moaned deeply.
Belle had a moment of hesitation, a moment to wonder if she should continue this, but then she heard the deep rumbling moan echoing around on the stones. It gave her the resolve to continue this game; a game she never thought she would be party to in a million years, but it was exciting. She readied the whip again, only to hold her hand still. Instead she came close to him and ran her tongue over the pink welt forming on Rumple's shoulder. Rather than the sound of pain, Belle heard only pleasure filled moans. He even arched his back into her. She trailed her tongue up over his shoulder to where she sank her teeth into the side of his neck. Belle loosened her teeth and kissed the very spot she had bitten. She moved back from him and readied the whip again.
This time, when it came, Rumplestiltskin was prepared for the stinging kiss of the whip. One time. Two times. Three times. With each crack of the whip the clamps, joined by the chain, jingled, only adding to the pleasure burning through him. Each time his magic morphed the bite of the whip into kisses of ecstasy. His magic healed his wounds keeping his back pristine for Belle. He knew he had sensed a sliver of wickedness when he had met her, but it was her innate goodness that ultimately held his focus on her. One more bite of the whip and it stopped. It was then that he heard the click of Belle's low heels on the stone. She was coming around to look at him. Her eyes were shadowed with dark desires that only this room could satisfy.
Belle ran the smooth leather down Rumplestiltskin's chest encountering the silver. She had the sudden wicked desire to rip the clamps from him just to see his reaction. She saw his hands tighten on the chains and that made Belle want to do that all that more. Instead, she hooked her leather gloved finger under the chain and tugged on it. Rumple let his head fall back. She could rip the clamps right off, but instead she let the chain fall from her finger and dangle. Belle left him, going back to where the whips and crops were hanging on the wall. She set the single tail whip back. Her hand reached out and touched the handle of a riding crop. Belle tuned back to him and slapped the flat leather of the crop into her palm. "What am I to do with you?"
"Whatever pleases you, Mistress," Rumple knew he should feel degraded referring to Belle in such a manner, but this was oddly liberating and cleansing his soul. The last man who tried to make him subservient had ended up with his neck broken, but not Belle. She was different. She was only going as far as she was able. She held the riding crop in her hand and instantly he knew what she was going to do with it. Belle stood nose to nose with him, her lips barely a breath away, and in a swift movement the crop came down on his thigh. Wicked sensuality ran right though him and made him even harder.
Belle brought the crop from his thigh, only to tease the bulge in the front of his leather pants. Then she started to lightly hit him lean his forehead against hers. His breathing was ragged and his arms her tense to the point the chains holding him were starting to jingle. She could tell he was getting close to losing his composure. "Tell me what you want." Belle ordered. She was feeling generous, kind to him. Though, she really needn't ask. She knew what his answer would be. He would want her hand on her. Replacing the crop, Belle cupped him again, rubbing him. At the start of this she was hadn't been so sure of what they were about to do, but then he helped her to calm down by setting the scene for them, by restraining himself for her. "Tell me…"
"I want…" Rumplestiltskin started, but moaned at the feel of Belle's hand on him. "I want your hand on me." He angled his head, resting his cheek against hers and mumbled darkly, "I want your hand to cup me, to stroke me, and feel how hard you can make me" Belle didn't move her cheek as her hand moved from him. He thought for a moment that she was going to torment him, but her fingers pulled at the laces, tugging and loosening them until he felt her hand down between the leather and touching his skin. "Oh sweet gods…"
Belle had never felt a man in this manner. She had never actually felt the hard velvety shaft that men were often accused of thinking with. Tentatively she stroked him, giving a flick of her wrist as she did so. It nearly brought him to his knees if it hadn't been for the chains holding him up. Her fingers tightened on him as she went down and her nails scraped his skin as she moved her hand back up. This was what it was to please a man. Especially a man like Rumplestiltskin. She hoped to have more nights like this one even as it was coming to a close. "You better hurry for our time is coming to a close." Belle whispered seeing the first rays of dawn glinting on the stone. She worked her hand on him faster and faster until he was reduced to a fit of moaning. Then, just as the sun cut across his face, his hips surge forward and he roared in male completion.
Rumple felt the hot sticky liquid of his release coat her hand, his twitching shaft, and the inside of his leather pants. For a few minutes he dangled limply in the chains until he could regain his senses. Her hand felt too good on him, better than it should have. Drowsily he opened his eyes, pulled his cheek from hers, and he looked at her. This night was truly over. Magic swirled around them taking all evidence that they had switched roles away in a thick cloud of smoke. She was once again his servant and he was the master. "My dear, you did marvelously." He praised holding out his arm to her.
Belle came to his side and rested her head on his shoulder. "I am so tried," She mumbled not realizing the exhaustion creeping in. They had stayed up all night together and Belle hadn't batted and eyelash at it. This world or chains and whips had belonged to them. Every step she took at his side slumber damned that she yield to it. But it was a new day and that meant she had chores to attend to.
"Then you should retire," Rumple suggested. "I can tend to myself for the day." He had lived for 300 years, he was sure he could get along without Belle for one measly day, but how would he occupy his mind? She was normally within speaking distance or he would go and seek her out. What was he to do while she slumbered safe in her bed? Bed. "Come, I have a new room for you." Rumple took her hand and guided her up to the east wing.
Belle followed him, too entranced to defy him. Though, after the night they shared would she defy him again? Belle doubted it. He came to a door, elaborately carved with roses, and he opened it for her. Rumple motioned for her to proceed him. Belle stepped inside the room and couldn't stop the smile crossing her lips. The bed was large, what she had been used to back home, and there were so many windows; all with colored glass casting many colors around her. "This is for me?" She turned to him, the question falling from her lips. Belle, however, didn't give him time to answer. Like she had that day in the woods, she threw her arms over his shoulders and hugged him. Only, this time he embraced her in return.
"Sleep the day if you choose. Tomorrow is new day to resume your duties." Rumple said placing an almost imperceptible kiss to the side of her head. Gently he took her arms from around him and motioned her back inside. While she slept he hoped she dreamt of him. The door shut and Rumple was left to roam his castle deciding what to do. Perhaps he would rearrange things. Yes, he would do that. Anything to try and put aside the feeling of Belle's hand upon him.
THE END