The Club

by Mellkat86

*AU* Ruby and Victor seek new thrills for their sex life. Victor is invited to 'The Club', a prestige club where people are able to lose themselves in their own pleasure and the pleasure of others. Ruby is apprehensive, so she asks Belle to go with her. Belle isn't keen about the idea, but goes along with them. The Club might entail more for Belle than she might actually realise...

3. Chapter 3

Bending her left leg up in front of her, Belle balanced herself with a hand on her wardrobe as she slipped her foot into her black heel. She exchanged feet and hopped to regain her balance, whilst she put on her other heel. With both feet back on the floor, she turned to see her reflection in the full length mirror on her wardrobe, swivelling round on the balls of feet to check her appearance, smoothing her hands down the front of the black sleek dress and round over the curve of her hip, skimming away the wrinkles with the palm of her hand. Turning back to her mirror, Belle stepped closer to her reflection, rechecking her makeup and her hair. Happy, Belle collected her small silver clutch bag from the foot of her bed, glanced once more around the room, and left her bedroom, turning off the light before she closed the door.

Mindful of her heels, Belle descended the stairs, peering over the banister to the open doorway, leading to the living room, where her father was watching a hockey game. She walked by the doorway, seeing her father in his favourite armchair, reclined back, a beer propped on the arm of the chair, possessively held in his hand, his full attention on the game. Without turning on the light in the kitchen, she easily negotiated the darkness?, going to her jacket, hung on a peg by the back door, and claimed her house keys from her denim jacket. As she flipped open her clutch, mentally noting her phone and cash before she deposited her keys, Belle walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway without looking, the layout of the house imprinted onto the back of her hand.

She wedged her clutch under her arm as she turned into the living room, only taking a step into the room, to tell him. "Right, I'm off for the night." Belle fiddled with the back of her earring as she said. "Remember, don't put the deadbolt across."

"What time are you going to be home?" He asked, bouncing his gaze, back and forth, between her and the television.

"I'm not sure." She confessed. "You don't need to wait up for me."

"And you don't need to go out, either." Her father muttered.

Belle dropped her hand down to her side, tired of this old argument. "It's one night, dad! One night, where I can let my hair down!"

His gaze was on the television as he said. "You might want to rethink your outfit. It's not quite summer yet, it'll get chilly."

"I'm going. Night, dad." She waved her hand at him as she left the room, waving to him and dismissing his jibe, avoiding the fight he always liked to try and start before she left on a Saturday night.

Before he had chance to say anything else, Belle opened the front door and escaped out into the night, closing the door with a firm bang to make her point. She was tired of the argument. Fed up of him trying to restrain her and stop her from having one night for herself, one night where she had her freedom. Firmly shaking her head, she walked away from the front door, refusing to waste another minute, stood on her own doorstep.

As she walked towards Main Street, Belle adjusted the position of her clutch under her arm, fidgeting with nervous energy. The further she got away, from the house and her father, the more anxious she grew about the evening ahead of her. The prospect of the evening had lingered in the back of her mind all week. Belle had found it hard to give it serious thought. It was so close, to being one of the fantasies, that she had been able to fool herself into believing it never happened. The encounter had been a daydream. A very vivid daydream, where she clearly remembered, the firmness of his chest pressed against her breast. Unmistakeably recalled, the intoxicating smell of his aftershave: rich, spicy cedarwood. The path, his fingers had etched into her cheek, marking her skin, where his alluring caress had travelled down her cheek, along the line of her jaw.

It was probably a good thing, that she hadn't spent all week considering his offer. Mulling it over, would've given her the opportunity, to convince herself not to do it. Not that she had made her decision. It was just so hard to concentrate, long enough, to ponder his proposal, before her mind would veer off onto other trains of thought.

A block from Main Street, Belle glanced either way before she crossed the street, her heel briefly scraped the road as she hurried to the other side. Skipping up onto the sidewalk, she blew out a breath, finding the whole situation quite bizarre. A man, who had been her crush as a teenager, had extended an invitation, to give her an intimate introduction into his sexual preferences. It couldn't have gotten any weirder for Belle. A fantasy, from so long ago, was on the cusp of becoming reality. It just… It never happened and it especially, wasn't something that happened to her. Dreams were so often filed away or shredded to be forgotten, but now…

Belle had the chance to fulfil one of her dreams.

At the entrance to the Rabbit Hole, she smiled at the bouncer, Aaron, as she strolled through the open double doors, into the small entranceway, and yanked open one of the double doors, allowing the music and chatter to pour out into the night, whilst she entered the bar. Belle took her clutch out from under her arm as she turned the corner in the hallway, entering the bar with her gaze immediately searching for Ruby. Her gaze narrowed, while she slowed her pace, lifting her chin a little in a vain attempt to see over people's heads. She drifted to the bar and took her usual stool at the end of the bar, placing her clutch purse on the bar, while she continued her search for Ruby.

"Usual, Belle?" Jake, the bartender, inquired.

"Yeah." She muttered, giving the bar one last scan, before giving Jake her full attention. "Ruby hasn't been in yet?"

He shook his head at her as he stood at the back of the bar, giving her glass two measures of rum. "No, not yet."

"She's running a little late." Belle commented, more to herself, as she flicked open her clutch purse, pulling out a ten-dollar bill.

"I think…" Jake leant back, eyeing the small clock above the bar, and nodded his head, telling her, while he dumped some ice into her glass. "Yep, eight forty, you're early."

"I am?" Her tone was pure disbelief, until she angled herself enough to check the clock herself.

As he filled the rest of her glass with coke, Jake said to her. "She'll be another ten… fifteen minutes."

Belle raised her eyebrows at him. "We're that predictable?"

"Like clockwork." He smiled, bringing her glass of rum and coke over to her, exchanging it for the dollar bill she offered him.

Taking a tentative sip of her drink, Belle wasn't sure, whether she liked that their routine was so obvious. A vague memory from school, of a visiting police officer, lecturing them to alternate their routines, came to mind. It was after the whole debacle of Ashley Boyd disappearing and then reappearing with a new-born baby. It had set the town into frenzy, fearing a stalker or a rapist had taken her, till she magically turned up one day. It had been such a strange affair and it still wasn't clear, what had happened to her. There had been rumours, that Mr Gold had something to do with it, but Ashley never confirmed or denied them.

'Mr Gold.', she thought to herself, tracing the rim of her glass with her forefinger.

He was a conundrum and a man with many layers. It was hard to believe, but so very true, that she hardly knew him. She felt like she knew everyone in town. Hell, she had grown up with many of them, had dealings with most of them, and had possibly served them all in the diner or at her father's shop. Everyone in town, knew everyone else's business. It was hard to keep things in a small town a secret for long. Though, it was evident from her visit to the Club, two weeks ago, that many of Storybrooke residents were able to keep a secret and kept it closely guarded to their chests. If anyone, like Mary-Margaret Nolan or Leroy Hoffer, even caught a whiff of a secret club, a secret SEX club, it would've been the hottest game of Chinese whispers, Storybrooke had ever known.

"Am I late?" A familiar voice said as greetings, before hopping onto the stool beside hers.

Blinking a few times, Belle shifted on her stool and smiled at Ruby, whilst she waved to get Jake's attention, at the other end of the bar. "No, no, I'm early."

"Oh, you should've called." Ruby touched Belle's arm resting on the edge of the bar. "You would've saved me from Granny's lecture."

"Lecture? What have you done now?" Belle asked with the corners of her lips curling into a smirk.

Ruby's eyebrows momentarily pushed together. "Nothing." Then she shrugged and the tension in her brow eased. "Well, nothing I'd be too alarmed about."

Rolling her eyes, Belle picked up her glass, saying to Ruby. "That could be anything and everything with you."

"It's not that bad, honestly." Ruby remarked.

"Then what was it about?" Belle inquired before taking a sip of her drink.

"Granny walked in on me, having FaceTime sex with Victor." Her friend admitted, unashamed, with an uncaring shrug of her left shoulder.

It was as she was saying this, Jake had been putting her 'Woo-Woo' cocktail onto the bar. Flummoxed, he fell forward into the bar, banging his knee on the shelf under the bar, chattering the shelf of glasses, and split some of the cocktail onto the bar. Belle was torn, between helping Jake mop up the mess and laughing her ass off at the image of Granny, walking in on Ruby. For Belle, it would've been mortifying, for her father to walk in on her masturbating to a camera, for whoever was on the other side of the video call. Of course, for Ruby, it was a very run of the mill kind of a situation.

"Let me… Let me top that up." Jake spluttered, stumbling away from them with the cocktail.

Ruby rolled her eyes, unfazed by Jake's reaction and more annoyed at Granny's. "You'd think she didn't know I had a sex life."

"Everyone in town, knows you've got a sex life." Belle covered her smirk with her hand.

"It's all Victor's fault." Ruby decided as she used the cloth, Jake had left behind, to dab at the pool of cocktail. "If he wasn't covering someone else's shift, then we wouldn't have been Facetiming and she wouldn't have caught me."

"Oh, course, all Victor's fault." Belle agreed with a nod of her head, which phased into a shake of her head.

"Sorry, Ruby." Jake placed Ruby's drink down in front of her. "Here's your drink."

Ruby smiled at him, holding the wet cloth out to him. "Thanks, Jake." Then offered him the money for the drink. "Here."

He took the money as Belle said. "So, it's just me and you tonight? Our first proper girl's night out in ages?"

Even as she said it, Belle was actually disappointed, that Victor hadn't come and it was just going to be her and Ruby tonight. Granted, she hadn't made her mind up, as to whether or not, she was going to answer the summons of the text message. But at the prospect of leaving Ruby on her own, Belle felt incredibly guilty. And if she did decide to go to the Club, how was going to explain to Ruby, why she was leaving early? If Victor had been there, she could've disappeared into the crowd, while they were engrossed in one another and slipped out before they knew she was gone. Without something to occupy Ruby, it would make it harder to depart without giving Ruby an excuse. An excuse, which wouldn't intrigue Ruby or cause her to leave at the same time, such as illness or tiredness. That was, if she was actually going to go.

'Surely, you don't let others dictate, what you do…?', his words teased her; his question was a deep, sharp thorn in her side; a clear intention to provoke her.

Sipping her drink, with Ruby rambling about the lecture she had gotten, Belle stared off over her friend's shoulder, considering his question. She'd lied to him and he'd known it. It had felt so good as the lie had crossed her lips. A moment of confidence, where she was her own woman again, making her own decisions, defiant to whatever or whoever stood in her way. The 'Belle' she had been at college, wouldn't have second guessed herself and would've been waltzing out the door as soon as she got the text.

Her gaze focused on Ruby, when her friend touched her arm during a fit of laughter, amused by the look on Granny's face. There had been plenty of times, either one of them had gone off with a guy, but that normally happened towards the end of their night, not when the evening was still young. Also, Ruby was well aware of the Club and could easily put two and two together, and would want to go with her. It would just make things awkward, especially when they were at the Club and Ruby would see her going off with Mr Gold. It would cause too many questions.

"Belle?" Ruby squeezed Belle's forearm. "Earth to Belle?"

Shaking off her daze, Belle shyly smiled. "Sorry."

"I was asking, if you wanted to head over to Heaven, when we've finished these drinks or do you want to stay and have one more?" Ruby asked, raising an amused eyebrow at Belle.

"Erm… Actually, I'm not sure." She confessed, causing both of Ruby's finely shaped eyebrows to push up her brow.

"You're not sure?" Ruby repeated. "Not sure about what?" And sipped on the straw in her drink.

A weak sense of sureness made her straighten her back, as she said. "You see… I actually might… Have a date tonight… Yeah, a date."

Technically, it wasn't a lie. Maybe not a conventional idea of a date, but it could be considered one. The man, who had propositioned her, was most definitely not thinking of it as a date. He'd made his intentions quite clear. However, for Ruby, the pretext that she had a date, wasn't too far from the truth. A stretched version of the truth. She was meeting a man, at an establishment, partaking in his company and possibly having a drink. Her outlandish lie could be construed as the truth.

"A date? Why didn't you say?" Ruby demanded as she swivelled on her stool to face Belle, reaching to grab Belle's wrist, fascinated to hear more.

"Well… Nothing's been confirmed yet." Belle picked up her clutch, emphasising her point, as she said. "I'm waiting for him to text me."

"I don't understand. How can he not have confirmed yet?" Ruby questioned, her eyebrows mushed together, whilst her gaze went to the purse.

Her mouth hung open, for a couple of seconds, whilst Belle prepared some spiel for Ruby. "He's… Erm…" She closed her mouth, pressing her lips together, as she considered what she could say that would be close to the truth. "He's a business man."

"A business man? What sort of business man?" Ruby probed with her brow hunching down over her eyes.

"I don't know, that's what I'm going to find out, possibly on the date." Belle rolled her eyes at Ruby and grabbed her drink from the bar, avoiding eye contact with Ruby.

Ruby reached for her own drink as she asked. "Where did you meet him?"

"Err…" 'Shit.', she mentally cursed.

Holding her hand out to Belle, Ruby prompted her. "Was it at Granny's? In here? When you were buying groceries?" She scoffed at Belle. "Come on, it's not that hard, where did you meet him?"

Belle went with the truth. "At the club."

"What club?" Ruby quickly fired off her question.

"At the Club." Belle punctuated each word.

Ruby's eyes narrowed down to thin slits as she stared at Belle, digesting the piece of information. A couple of seconds passed before Ruby's eyes blew wide open, and then settled back to their normal size with the sickest of smiles growing on Ruby's face. Looking round, Ruby scooted herself and her stool closer to Belle.

"You said, you got bored and left!" Ruby hissed, slapping a hand at Belle's bare arm.

"Ow!" She rubbed at her arm, saying. "I did, but I met him before I left."

Nudging her shoulder into Belle's, Ruby insinuated. "So… I take it… you two…?"

"No, not really. We… chatted and had a drink together." Belle told her, cutting down the truth.

"What do you mean, not really?" Her friend asked with a confused look on her face.

What did she mean? Belle didn't mean to tell Ruby, how she had been taken to see the 'playrooms', escorted through by Mr Gold. She did not mean to share with Ruby, how she had watch Mrs Belfry push the District Attorney down onto the floor, before impaling herself onto his throbbing member. She didn't mean to inform her friend, that she had masturbated herself, enjoying the feel of Mr Gold's bulging erection pressed into her ass, incredibly turned on by his voice whispering into her ear.

"A bit of touching. Nothing to shout and scream about." She dismissed before taking a sip of her drink.

Ruby's brow twitched with a thought. "I could've sworn everyone paired off that night. The only person I saw left on their own was Mr Gold."

Choking a little on her drink, she quickly recovered to say. "Yeah, he was in the bar area. We stayed in the sitting area."

"What's his name then?" Ruby inquired.

"His name?" Belle's eyes widened at the innocent question.

"Yeah, what's his name?" She pushed, nudging her elbow into Belle's side.

A name suddenly sprung to mind. "Bertram, Edmund Bertram."

Lines etched across Ruby's forehead. "Edmund?"

"He said to call him, Eddie." Belle swiftly informed her.

The lines grew deeper. "Eddie?" Ruby's lips pouted briefly in thought. "Never would've pictured you with an 'Eddie'."

Her clutch purse buzzed on the bar, then there were two quick beeps, signalling she had received a message. They both looked at her purse. There was only one person, who texted her, and she was sat beside her at the bar. Any other messages she normally received, were from the other waitresses, wanting to swap shifts at the diner and it was too late in the night for that. Her father refused to text, preferring to call her and he knew not to call her on a Saturday night. She point-blank refused to answer his calls. So, as her clutch purse buzzed again, accompanied with two quick beeps, Belle knew what it was.

Smoothing his hand down the front of his tie, freshly knotted and tight around the collar of his shirt, Adam eyed the length of his tie and the way his dark red silk tie complimented his blood red dress shirt. Happy, he reached for his waistcoat on its hanger, hung on the open door of his wardrobe, and slipped it on, eyeing himself in the mirror again as he did the buttons up and tugged on the hem of it, once it was fastened into place. A swell of nervousness and excitement swirled in the pit of his belly. Taking in his appearance, he was well aware, he was much older than she was, more than twice her age, and with the ever growing greyness of his hair, he knew it had been a while since the last time, he had prepared for a night like tonight. Neither of these points were making him nervous, though. It was not knowing whether she was going to answer the call or not. Adam didn't like being out of control and unsure of what was going to happen. That's why, his day to day life was constricted by routine and bound by contracts.

Removing his suit jacket from its hanger, Adam slipped one arm into it, then the other, and shrugged it up and onto his shoulders, tugging and adjusting its fitment, while a sly smile crooked his lips. He liked how he had put her off balance, when they had been discussing tonight. It had been naughty, but he had seized the moment, taking a stealthy hit of her delightful aroma. The fact her soft, firm breast had pressed itself against his chest, had been a satisfying bonus.

What had really captured his attention, was when he had said, 'Surely, you don't let others dictate, what you do and what you like?'. It was like a mask had been ripped from her face, revealing the strong, confident woman, who knew her own mind and wasn't ashamed to go after what she wanted. His heart had fluttered. Recognising, what she had hidden beneath the surface. Adam had grinned, pleased, that what he suspected was there, hidden inside of her.

As he left his bedroom, partially pulling at his shirt sleeves, Adam headed down the two sets of stairs and crossed the foyer, in two strides, to the end table, where he had left his things upon arriving home. It was his normal going out routine: cell phone – suit jacket, left inside pocket, wallet – suit jacket, right inside pocket, car keys – trouser pocket, right side, check hallway mirror – hair, face, tie, overall appearance. The only thing, that remained on the silver tray, were his shop and landlord keys. Tonight, he was leaving with an extra item, which contained several other item – his briefcase.

Adam took his overcoat, from where it hung by the end table, and laid it over his arm, holding his briefcase, with a hint of a frown on his brow. Whilst he walked to the front door, his free hand lingered over his stomach, aware of the tornado of butterflies swarming around inside of his stomach. He put it down to his years of celibacy. Once he was in the room with her, his nerves would soon settle. There was nothing about the evening, he'd never done before. As they liked to say, it was like riding a bike. And on that thought, Adam opened his front door and walked out onto the porch, closing and locking the door behind him.

During his drive to the Club, his phone pinged and vibrated against his chest, and with a glance at the clock on the dash, Adam saw it was nine thirty: The Club. There were only a few cars parked at the front of the mansion. He rolled pass Regina's Merc, a little BMW sports car and a large silver Merc, which he knew was Cora's. Parking further down from them, Adam got out of his car, briefcase in hand, his overcoat over the same arm, and shunted his door close before moseying back to the entrance. He couldn't help, but eye Cora's Merc, childishly wanting to stab her tyres. He wouldn't. Since their break up, Adam had managed to remain quite civil with her. To everyone, it seemed they'd lost interest in one another. Everyone was none the wiser, to what actually transpired between them, especially her husband.

Letting the sore history roll off his back, Adam climbed the steps to the foyer and through the open doorway. He turned, as soon as he was through the doorway, to where the doorman was stationed. Steve Ickes, one of the doormen, was flicking his finger at the iPad in his hand, possibly going through the guest list for tonight.

"Mr Ickes," Adam stated as his greetings, gaining the other man's attention. "I have a guest coming to the Club tonight."

"Yes, Mr Gold." Steve nodded his head as he lowered the iPad to his side. "Belle French."

Exchanging his briefcase from his right to the left, Adam said. "Did Regina make you aware that we'll be upstairs?"

"Yes, sir. When she arrives, I'll get Giles to bring her to the room." Steve informed him, motioning with his head, to where Giles was normally stationed at the basement stairs.

Adam showed the other man a smile. "Perfect." He went to take a step, but stopped, rocking back onto his other foot, as he said. "Can you send up a drinks trolley and a bottle of Inniskillin with two glasses?"

Steve lifted his iPad up and began tapping at the screen, saying to Adam. "Course, sir. I'll have that brought up straight away."

"Thank you." Adam said in parting and strolled away, glancing briefly to the open large doorway, anticipating her arrival.

Climbing the stairs, on the second set of stairs, Adam risked another glance to the doorway, blowing out an uneasy breath. At the top, he allowed one more look before heading down the corridor to the back of the house. He considered, whether he should've made her give him an answer. Maybe, he should've offered to pick her up or had Dove collect her and bring her up to the mansion, then at least he would get confirmation she would be attending. Perhaps, that was it, he should've got her to confirm, she was going to be here tonight. At least then, his gut wouldn't have been constricting itself, tied into knots, straining the butterflies inhabiting his stomach.

The corridor was coming to an end and turned to follow the back of the house. In the corner of the corridor, was the door he was seeking, for the room he had reserved for them. Opening the door, Adam let it swing open as he entered, slinging his overcoat to his other arm, while he took in the room. He'd always liked this room. The views of the bay and the surrounding woodlands were picturesque from the rear windows. It would've been the room, he would've chosen, if he had chosen to live in the mansion. Though, what he would do with sixteen bedrooms, two lounge rooms, large kitchen and dining room, library and study, all on his own. Another reason, it had been empty for so long – Nobody needed a house this big, these days. He had toyed with turning it into a hotel. It would've been perfect, but the tourism in Storybrooke was negligible.

Adam closed the door and stabbed the button to turn on the lights, then dimmed them down slightly in the sitting room. Walking more into the room, he laid his overcoat over the back of a chair, his eyes sweeping across the contents of the room. It hadn't changed much, still the same décor. Much of it, picked out by himself. Cora had taken pride in the basement. Adam's luxurious tastes had suited upstairs, giving them class.

At the large coffee table, he placed his briefcase down and unbuttoned his suit jacket, his eyes roaming to the bedroom as he removed his jacket. Cora hadn't changed a thing. Though, as he half folded his suit jacket and laid it over the back of the armchair, he doubted she had even ventured upstairs. She had never been interested in coming upstairs. Her 'dungeon' was too precious to her. Bowing his head at the thought, Adam remembered how he used to wonder, after several glasses of scotch, if they hadn't created the Club, would they have still been together. Secretly meeting, fucking like chipmunks, pushing the boundaries, extracting as much pleasure from their rendezvous.

His drunken musings always came up with the same answer – She would've dumped him, eventually.

The knock at the door made him whip round to look at it. His hands pressed into the front of his waistcoat, at a lost as to what he should do. Taking a hesitant step, Adam looked back to his briefcase before taking more sure steps to the door. With his hand on the door handle, he blew out a quick breath and opened it.

"Mr Gold." The short brunette smiled timidly at him. "You requested a drinks trolley."

"Yes, course." He stepped back, opening the door further for her. "Please." And waved his hand for her to wheel the trolley into the room.

The trolley clattered and chinked as she pushed it through the threshold, giving him a weak smile over her shoulder. Adam followed her and overtook her, going to his suit jacket to remove a couple of bills from his wallet. She pushed the trolley into the empty space by the wall, near to where the sitting area was, and stooped down, to move the ice bucket, with the bottle of wine, from the bottom shelf to the top of the trolley.

"Thank you." He offered the money to her, while he checked the contents of the drinks trolley.

"Thank you, sir." She timidly took the money from him, careful not to touch his fingers, and backed up a couple of steps, scared he would attack, if she turned her back to him, and then turned darting to the open door of the room.

Adam paid no attention to her behaviour. He had become accustomed, to people treating him in such a manner – some rightly so, others from fear. It wasn't a pleasing reaction, when people upturned and ran, or hid from him, but it served a purpose. His tenants were less likely to complain and more likely to pay on time, and his business associates knew not to mess with him. Some may have mistaken, that when he became a father, he would've lighten up, or when his ex-wife ran off with a younger man, he would've been beside himself and not notice dealings going on under his nose. Stupidly, they hadn't anticipated his reaction and had quickly grasped, when he had come back in full force, more vicious than before, not to screw with him again. It made for a lonely, but profitable existence.

Lifting the bottle of wine out of the ice bucket, Adam picked up one of the wine glasses and poured himself a large measure. He left the bottle of wine on the trolley, out of the bucket, and strolled over to the sitting area, sitting down onto the edge of the armchair. Before putting his glass down on the table, he sipped his wine, savouring the fruity, spicy taste. A hint of vanilla chased down the delicious wine. Adam licked the taste of his lips, relishing the flavour, as he unlocked his briefcase, popping open the lid on it.

On one side of his briefcase, were the papers he had drawn up for tonight, and on the other, were a bottle of massage oil and two books, he wanted her to read, 'Bottoming' and 'The Ultimate Guide to Kink'. Taking out both books, he put them down onto the coffee table, speculating she'd chew through them in an afternoon. From the amount of times, he had seen her, toing and froing, from the library with a pile of books, Adam guessed, she had a voracious hunger for reading. He chuckled, guessing she'd devoured her 'Pride and Prejudice' in a day.

There was a knock at the door again, but this time, the door was opened. "Mr Gold, I've got Miss French here to see you."

"Yes, let her in, Giles." He said and stood up, smoothing a hand down the front of himself.

"Thank you." She smiled at Giles as she squeezed by him and into the room.

The younger man nodded and closed the door, shutting them both into the room. Adam remained by his armchair, waiting as she slowly turned, taking in the vast room, clutching her silver purse to her midriff with both of her hands. His eyes travelled down her dress. The black dress she was wearing clung to her, emphasising her voluptuous curves, especially the roundness of her ass. The memory of her grinding herself into his groin, caused him to take in an involuntarily breath, while a heat swept through his body.

"Mr Gold." Belle greeted him, when her eyes came across him on their travels.

Her gaze carried on, taking in the rest of the room and stopped on the doorway, leading into the bedroom. Titling his head ever so slightly to the right, Adam took the chance to regard her, intrigue as to which Belle, he'd be dealing with tonight: shy and feeble or strong and confident. It wouldn't matter. By the end of whatever this was, Adam was adamant, he was going to bring her out of herself.

He smiled softly at her before gesturing to the drinks trolley. "Would you like a drink? Glass of wine? Rum and coke?"

"Erm…" At the offer of a drink, Belle moved to stand at the back of the couch. "I'll…" Her eyes went to his drink on the table. "I'll have a glass of wine." She answered him, bringing her gaze up to meet with his.

"Are you sure?" Adam inquired.

She raised her brow at him, then looked at his glass of wine before she looked at the drinks trolley, saying. "Why? Is there something wrong with it?"

"Not at all. It's exquisite. Here." He picked up his glass and went to her, holding his glass out to her.

There was a minor movement in her throat, a nervous swallow. He eyed her as she took the glass from him and slowly brought it up to her lips. Cautiously, she watched him over the rim of the glass as she sipped the wine. Slightly pursing his lips, Adam couldn't decide, if it was him, the situation, or her disposition that was making her edgy.

Her eyebrows flexed up her brow, her eyes widened briefly, surprised at the taste of the wine. "Wow, that's really nice!"

"Yes, it's often surprising how nice something can be, when you experience it for yourself." He jibbed at her, with the left side of his lips, pulled back into sly smile.

"Here." Belle said, in a flat tone, offering the glass back to him.

Adam waved his hand at it and said as he went to the trolley. "You have it. I'll pour myself another."

Behind him, he heard the shuffling of her feet and a clunk, whilst he poured himself the same measure of wine into the other glass. Drinking from his glass as he turned, Adam found Belle had sat herself down on the couch, her legs crossed at her ankles, sheepishly looking around the room again, hunched close to the arm of the couch, her glass clasped in both of her hands. He joined her in the sitting area, retaking his armchair from earlier, whilst deciphering the enigma of 'Belle French'.

"So…" She uttered, clutching her legs closer to the couch, drawing her clasped hands and glass further into her lap.

For a moment, he was taken back to his shop, studying the young girl on the other side of the counter, desperately digging into pockets. The young Belle French had been a strange creature. She would often stutter in his company, or her voice would diminish to barely a whisper, warily avoiding his gaze, when he came looking for her father. Looking at the woman in front of him, Adam could see remnants of this girl, ready to break for the door, if he moved suddenly. It fascinated him, she fascinated him.

Scooting forward in his chair, posing himself on the edge, Adam put his glass down on the table as he reached into his briefcase with his other hand, taking out the papers. "Let's go through some things first."

"Okay." Belle watched him with the papers.

"I've drawn together a disclosure agreement." He waved his hand to indicate them before handing her a copy. "Everything, that takes place here, stays completely between yourself and I. Unless, of course, you feel threatened or you've been assaulted, then I expect you to talk to the appropriate authorities."

"Are you likely to threaten or assault me?" She asked, flicking through the disclosure, her eyes on him.

Adam smiled kindly at her. "No, Miss French." He pointed a finger at the agreement in her lap. "That's more for your protection than my own. I wouldn't want your reputation tarnished by speculation. By us, both, officially agreeing not to talk, to anyone else, protects you from idle gossip."

"And you." She interjected.

He shrugged at her. "I'm not worried about such things. I think my notoriety, for eating people's children couldn't be trumped by a sex scandal."

Dropping the pages of the agreement, her eyes drew down into slits as she said, leaning more in favour of him. "You're not doing a very good job, at convincing me that there isn't something seedy about this. Seeing as the first thing, you've given me, is a disclosure agreement."

"No, I suppose I'm not." Adam chuckled at her. "My intention is solely, to offer you assurance that whatever happens, tonight and perhaps in the future, will remain between us."

"Do you have a pen?" She asked as she bent forward, crinkling the papers in her lap, to put her glass on the table.

"Course." He took the pen, hooked on the inside of his briefcase, and held it out to her.

Her thin fingers brushed over his before taking the pen from him. Adam sniffed in a hard breath at the contact, intently watching as she clicked the pen, flexing up the corners of her lips into a smile, and lifted the pages of the agreement, signing and dating the relevant lines on the back page. They exchanged the signed agreement and pen, and Adam handed her an unsigned copy of the agreement.

As he leant on the table, signing on the line, next to one she'd signed, Adam informed her. "That's a reference copy of the agreement. I'll get this one copied as well, and bring it to you when it's convenient."

"Okay." Belle flicked through the agreement before stowing it under her clutch purse on the table.

"I brought these for you as well." He motioned to the books on the table, as he filed the signed agreement underneath the other papers in his briefcase and returned his pen. "I would advise reading 'Bottoming' first, as it'll help to give you some context, and then 'the Guide'."

"Right…" She drew out the word, whilst she picked up the books, flipped the book on the top and started reading the synopsis on the back of the cover.

Picking up his glass, Adam sat back into the armchair, folded his right leg over his left and waited for her. He sipped his wine as he observed her, taking in the finer details of her face as she studied the books. Her eyebrows performed a sort of dance. Flexing, bending, scrunching, crooking into different shapes, while her eyes ran across the lines of text, absorbing the information. Belle switched books and read the synopsis of the other book. Adam's eyebrows twitched, captivated, when she sucked in her lower lip and bit into it, revealing a hint of her white teeth.

Flipping the book back over, Belle stacked them together and put them beside her purse. "Okay, I'll read through them."

Adam drank some more of his wine as he bent forward, returning his glass to the table, and took the next printout from his case, offering it to her with a flick of his wrist. "I printed a checklist out for us."

"A checklist?" She asked as she took it from him before uttering an 'Oh…', after reading the first few items on the list.

"Don't be too alarmed by the list." Adam urged, sitting back into his chair, bringing his glass of wine with him, his copy of the list resting on top of his right leg.

"There's quite a lot…" The whites of her eyes were prominent, while she scanned down the single page of A4.

Cocking an eyebrow at her comment, he ran down the list himself, telling her. "Good job I didn't bring the two-page version then."

She balked at his comment. "Two pages?!"

"I'm joking." He smiled at her and took a drink of his wine, enthralled as she let out a broken chuckle, nervously glancing between him and the sheet in her hands.

The piece of a paper rustled as Belle jostled her shoulders, shaking off the tension, and breathed in, focusing her gaze on the list in her hands. Adam held his glass up, the widest apex of the cool glass touched his chin. The aroma of the peaches and apricots floated in the air, while Belle went through the list. Her mouth morphed into different shapes as she read each item. The further she got down the list, the more her face contorted – Eyebrows pushing up, twisting in shape, knitting together; her eyes blew open, narrowed down; her mouth dropping open, her lips pressing together, pouting, grimacing at the images the items brought to mind.

Gesturing to the piece of paper, resting in his lap, Adam asked. "Is there anything, that you immediately, don't want to try?"

"I thought the whole purpose of this, was for me to experience it, so I could be 'enlightened'?" She put to him.

"Yes," He gave her one nod of his head, smirking. "But I wouldn't dream, of making you do something, that you didn't want to do or which brought you no pleasure."

"So, for instance," Belle scanned down the list. "If I didn't want to partake in outdoor sex, we wouldn't do it?" She questioned, confidently raising her gaze to meet with his.

The corners of his lips quirked further up, amused she had picked such a tamed item from the list. "No, we wouldn't do it."

"By that reasoning, I could say no to everything on this list and you'd respect my decision?" She probed, a slim grin on her face.

Pausing to regard her, Adam drank down the rest of his wine and licked at his lips, and said to her as he put his empty glass on the table. "You could do that, yes, and I would respect your wishes." He tossed the list from his lap into his briefcase and sat back, propping his elbows on the arms of the chair, steepling his hands over his lap. "But then, I'd have to ask, why you even bothered showing up tonight. I made it quite clear, if you weren't interested in my offer, you were not obligated to come tonight."

Belle opened her mouth to say something, but he interrupted her, holding his hand up to halt her. "I can only assume, by you coming here tonight, that you are in fact interested. So, Miss French, I would kindly ask, that you refrain from playing games with me and give me the respect that, so far, I've given you. Or, if you're not interested, then leave and stop wasting my time."

"I'm sorry." She hurriedly apologised. "I didn't mean any disrespect."

Adam held her gaze, allowing his irritation to burn itself out, and reiterated to her in a calm, neutral tone. "Is there anything on the list, that you immediately, don't want to try?"

This time, Belle looked down at the list and replied with. "Mummification doesn't sound very appealing to me."

"Take the pen from my briefcase and cross it off." He instructed, watching her carefully.

She glanced at him, whilst she slid forward on the couch and teetered on the edge as she plucked his pen from the case, and sat back, giving him another flick of her gaze. Positioning the page on her thigh, Belle drew a line through the item. Holding the pen up in the air, posed ready to use, her eyes travelled down the list again.

"Mouth bits?" She questioned, peeping at him from under her brow.

His face remained indifferent. "Similar to those, you'd put in a horse's mouth."

Her eyes went from him, to somewhere random in the room and then down to the list perched on her thigh. A decisive swipe of the pen, took said item from the list. Her eyes flashed up at him, gauging his reaction, but saw nothing, before returning to the list. Another item was cut from the list, then there a quick flurry of swipes. Five, if Adam managed to count correctly. Two more swipes of the pen and Belle held the pen up in the air, whilst her eyes ran back down the list.

"Am I allowed to change my mind about my choices?" Belle queried, flicking the page out to him.

Adam took it from her. "Miss French, you are in total control of what happens to you." He turned the page round, saying. "You can change your mind as many times as you like. I welcome suggestions, if you want to try something new or something I've omitted from this list. You decide what happens within these four walls."

As she spoke, he went through the edited list. "If I decide, do you not get a choice?"

"I choose to give you pleasure, by facilitating your needs and implementing the activities, which you find arousing and enjoyable." His answer was emotionless.

"Then what pleasure are you getting from it?" She pushed, her brow posed questioningly at him.

"Don't worry about my pleasure, Miss French." He sat forward abruptly, folding the edited list, which was filed under the other papers in his briefcase, and handed her an original copy of the list. "I want you to check out the items on the list, even those you've crossed off. You may change your mind on some of your choices, once you know more about them."

"Okay." She took the piece of paper and pinned it underneath her purse.

Adam laced his fingers together, bearing his weight onto his knees with his elbows, as he queried her. "In regards to the rest of tonight, are you interested in doing something or would you rather I drove you back into town?"

"I'm…" Her cheeks reddened at the implications. "I'm interested in doing something." Belle's voice grew quieter as she spoke.

"You don't sound very sure, Miss French." He prodded her.

Her shoulders pulled back. "I am sure." She sounded more confident, when she said. "I want to do this."

"Good." Adam smiled at her. "Before we continue though, there's one more thing we need to discuss."

An inquisitive eyebrow raised at him. "What?"

"Birth control – I have condoms with me." His hand flicked to the briefcase.

Her eyebrows raised at him. "Condoms…"

His own eyebrows hunched down over his eyes. "Well… I seriously doubt, either of us, would like the consequence popping out in nine months' time."

Belle's gaze drifted off above his head. Slanting his head in thought, he was faintly bemused in the change in her demeanour. She appeared to be in her own little world, forgetting about him and the conversation they were having. Adam had seen her like this before, normally with her nose in a book, lost within the pages, while he had collected money from her father.

"Oh, right… Yes, sorry." Belle shook her head. "This is all very surreal." She muttered to herself as she claimed her wine from the table and drank some of it. Putting her glass back, she said to him. "If you prefer to use them, we can. Though, I am on the pill."

"Take it regularly?" Adam queried.

"Every morning." She informed him.

Nodding his head, he said. "Okay, then I'd rather not use the condoms." A thought then occurred to him. "I am clean, by the way."

"As am I." The corners of her lips weakly and briefly turned up.

"Good." Adam gave her a wide smile, hoping it would assure her before he asked. "Would you like to finish your drink first?"

She looked at her drink and shook her head, returning her gaze to him. "I'd like to get on with it."

Taking the bottle of massage oil from his case, Adam closed the lid down and stood up, offering his hand to Belle. She took an obvious gulp as she stared at his open hand. He waited and smiled at her, when she looked at him and placed her hand inside the palm of his hand. Gently pulling up by her hand, Belle stood up and stumbled forward a step, forcing Adam to catch her with his occupied hand. She gave a whispered apology, while a waterfall of a red flush washed down her cheeks, down onto her neck and faded out across her chest. Waving off her apology, Adam edged out from the sitting area, towing her behind him until they were clear, and encouraged her to proceed him into the bedroom.

"Go in and take off your dress and heels. Leave your underwear on." Adam directed as he tapped the dimmer switch on the wall, turning on the lights in the room, which automatically set to the dimed setting in the other room. "I want you to lie face down in the middle of the bed. Arms crossed."

"What are you going to do?" She asked, her apprehension clear in her voice.

He let go of her hand and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, noting how hot her bare skin felt under his hand. "We'll start with a simple massage."

"A massage?" Disbelieving him.

"Yes, just a simple massage to begin with." He smiled, mildly flexing his fingers on her shoulder, wanting to reassure her.

Her gaze went to the large four post bed, which dominated the bedroom. To the untrained eye, it was a bog-standard four post bed, except there were hidden rings embedded into the frame and posts, allowing for intricate rope work or suspension. After a little while of staring at it, weighing up her options, her chest expanded and her shoulders heaved up, making his hand fall down from her shoulder, to rest near the bottom of her shoulder blade. His little finger snuck under dress and touched the back of her bra. She didn't say anything, she just nodded her head and walked further into the room, leaving him by the doorway.

Adam surveyed her, admiring her slender legs as she strolled away from him, undoing the zip on the right of her dress. Her gaze was captured by the bed, possibly by the image of herself lying on it, practically naked. The straps of her dress glided off her shoulders. His eyes shot up from her legs and blew out a hot breath as her dress fell limp around her body, releasing its constrictive hold on her curves. He swallowed with his eyes chasing the lifeless dress from her body. As she walked, Belle stepped out of the dress and laid it on one of the chairs, positioned in front of a bay window. Her attention never wavered from the bed, even as she kicked off her heels and bent down to put them together, tucking them underneath the chair, out of the way.

Feeling, very, hot under his collar, Adam reached up and removed his tie, pulling the silk material from his collar with a loud wisp. He gathered it between his hands and folded it up neatly, whilst Belle moved to the bed, closely watching her as she knelt onto bed with one knee and then the other, and gingerly positioned herself into the middle of the bed, crossing her arms to cushion her head. Breathing in, taking the time to etch the scene into his mind, Adam removed his waistcoat, laying it on a nearby chaise lounge, and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and the two subsequent buttons after it, opening out his shirt.

Striding to the dresser, he laid his folded tie on top of it, his back to Belle, and removed his cufflinks and belt, leaving them beside his tie. First, he rolled up his right sleeve, baring his forearm, and did the same with his right sleeve, both cuffs perfectly rolled back. Whilst he removed his keys to leave with his other items, Adam glimpsed quickly at Belle, finding her perfectly in place. He toed off his shoes and removed his socks, paired them together before discarding them with his other things on the dresser.

With the bottle of massage oil, he ambled over to the foot of the bed, keeping him out of her view. Stood in front of the ottoman, Adam could visibly see a tremble run through her body. Her toes were curled up tight, while her calf muscles were pulled up, revealing the definition of her calves. His eyes ventured further up her legs, slowing their ascent on her thighs, anticipating the feel of her strong legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing him like in a vice, when he pushed her over the edge into an unfathomable bliss.

Grinning at the picture in his mind, Adam rounded the corner of the bed and swiftly climbed onto the bed, giving her no time to think about it as he straddled her legs, the rump of her backside cushioning his groin. Underneath him, a wave of tension rushed through the whole of her body, outlining her muscles and natural indentations in her body.

"Relax, Miss French." He purred to her, abandoning the bottle of oil to the bed, while he lightly eased his free hand up her back.

Slowly, Adam slid his right hand up her back, retracing the path his eyes had taken a short time ago. His fingers splayed out, when he crossed the material of her bra, increasing the coverage of his touch. He marvelled at the softness of her skin as he drew his hand back down her back, drawing his middle fingers along her spine. His hand halted at the waistband of her knickers. The tension in her legs underneath him eased, whilst he rubbed his hand back up her back, adding his other hand, mirroring the caress, feeling her relax under his touch.

"Is this okay?" Adam asked, inclining himself over her, stretching as far as he could, reaching to knead the top of her shoulders, pressing his groin into her backside.

"Mmm…" She murmured. "Yes."

Dragging his hands back down her body, he pressed his fingertips firmly into her skin, inducing her to let out a faint moan. Adam smiled at her reaction. When he reached the waistband of her knickers, he followed the line of the lacy underwear, sliding his hands down her sides, and caressed up her sides, feeling her thighs grow taught, when his hands reached her ribs. Stopping, when his fingers at her bra, Adam deliberately went back down, over her ribs, tightly cupping her between his hands. He repeated the stroke of his hands up her sides, stopping at her bra, but splayed out his fingers as he dipped his hands further round, stroking the sides of her breasts, and brought his hands back down her body, touching more of her stomach. The stiffness in her muscles dissipated as Adam pushed his hands back up her sides, pleased she was responding to him. Pressing his fingertips into her skin, he brushed his hands up from her sides to her shoulders, touching the soft peak of her shoulders, before trailing his hands down to her lower back.

"How was that?" He inquired, massaging his hands in small circles as he journeyed up her back.

"Very nice." Belle mumbled into her arms.

His hands crossed her bra, heading up her back, as Adam informed her. "I'm going to unfasten your bra, the next time I come up your back. If you don't want me to, say 'no'."

Leaning partly to the left, trying to catch a glimpse of her face, he brought his hands back down her back. Nearing the clasp of her bra, on his next trip up her back, his right eyebrow lifted, waiting for her to stop him. As his fingers grasped her bra, lifting it from her skin, her head crooked to see him, and what he was doing, over her shoulder. Adam met her gaze as he unhooked each hook in turn and opened out her bra, exposing the whole of her back to him.

Gliding only his right hand up the middle of her back, squeezing her neck at the end of his trail, Adam asked. "Still okay?"

"Yes." Her answer was clear and absolute.

"Does that feel good?" He probed, digging his fingertips into her back as he recalled his hand.

"Yes." Belle's response was immediately.

He let out a small chuckle. "I'm going to add something else to the massage. It may get a little intense, depending on your pain threshold."

Her thighs stiffened, but not as much as they had been. Rocking forward with his hips, putting some pressure into the massage, whilst his hands went back up her back, he grounded his hardness into the roundness of her ass. Belle moaned. He wasn't sure, which had caused her to moan – his hands or the feel of his erection – but the sound of her pleasure went straight to his groin.

"Pick a word. Something you wouldn't say during sex." He requested.

Belle let out a small gasp, when his hands delved down her sides, sneaking by her bra, and caressed her breasts before going down her sides. "Book."

"Book?" Adam chortled at her choice. "Are you sure, you want that for your word?"

"Yes." She affirmed, titling her head to peer at him.

Slowing the pace of his hands, he skimmed his hands up her back, spreading his fingers across her back, covering the entire expanse of her back with his hands. "I'm going to scratch your back, if it's too much or you want me to stop, say your word loud and clear." His hands halted at the top of her back. "Do you understand me?"

"If it's too much, call out 'book'." Belle surmised her instruction.

"Good." A sly smile grew on his face. "Good girl."

Her buttocks and her thighs squeezed underneath him, whilst he started his descent, attempting to prepare herself. Midway down her shoulders, Adam clawed his fingers into her back, softly digging his nails into her skin. Belle sucked in a breath through her teeth, hissing at the contact. Her body reacted immediately to his touch, torn between arching in and away from the delicious pain. The scratch travelled lower, leaving very faint red lines in her skin, which faded near enough instantly. As soon as the travel of the scratch ended, Adam smoothed his hands back up her back, relieving the tension in her back and encouraging her to lay flat again.

"How was that?" Adam questioned, taking his time, soothing the path he had ploughed into her back.

Her chest expanded as she took in a breath. "Strangely… really nice."

Pleased that he was right about her, he stroked his hands up her back. "Would you like me to do it again?"

"Yes." Belle answered, without a second to think.

Lifting her upper body clear off the bed, her back arched and twisted as Adam pressed his fingernails into her skin, following a different path down her back. She sucked in a breath and moaned into her arms, when she breathed out. Gradually, her body returned to the bed, when Adam got to the dimples in her back. Slithering his hands up her back, retracing the lines he had taken down her back, he pacified the traces of his scratches.

"God, that feels so good." She muttered into her arms.

He smirked. "Evidently, pain can be pleasurable." Her head twisted awkwardly at his comment, while he asked her. "Again?"

Belle turned her head, looking at something on the bedspread, then lowered her head, cushioning it on her forearm, saying. "Please."

"I'm going to shift back and pull your knickers down." He told her and waited a couple of seconds before telling her. "You can tell me to stop or use your word, anytime you don't feel comfortable or you don't like what I'm doing."

"Okay." She confirmed, she understood.

Bracing on his hands on the bed, either side of her, Adam shifted back, straddling her across her knees. He caressed his hand over her lacy knickers, licking his lips at the curve of her tight cheeks. As he hooked his fingers into waistband of her knickers, Adam had several things spring to mind, most prominent his face buried between her cheeks, licking, sucking and thrusting his tongue into her. Though, he could quite clearly see her ass, through the lace of her knickers, whilst he pulled them from her hips, revealing her to him, Adam groaned. Tentatively, he kneaded both cheeks of her backside with his hands, firmly pressing his fingers into the supple flesh.

"Perfect." He mumbled under his breath.

Surging his hands up her back, Adam appreciated her butt, secretly wanting to sink his teeth into the delicious rump. In his new position, he could only reach her shoulder blades before he had to come back down her back. Her back curved as she gasped, stretching out her spine, to his nails drawing sharper lines into her back. She settled back onto the bed, while his hands relented and fondled her backside.

He sent his hands back up her back as he inquired. "Are you enjoying it?"

Belle moaned at his nails dragging down her flesh again. "Yes."

Traversing from her back to her butt, Adam spread his hands out, ghosting round the outside of her cheeks, tracing his fingers over her hips, and came round to the bottom of her cheeks, gliding his hands up and over mound of her ass. Her hips slightly lifted, pursuing his touch. Encouraged by her body's response, Adam skimmed his hands back down to her butt cheeks and clenched them in his palms, watching her lift her hips, pressing her flesh firmly into the palms of his hands. Circling his hands over her ass, he dug his nails into her, clawing red marks into her skin until he got to the back of her thighs. The cheeks of her butt clenched together, while Belle let out a longer moan, partly muffled by her arms. He did it again and again, soothing the red harsh lines with his hands, in between each stroke of his nails. Her ass pushed up, thrusting to meet his hands, uselessly pursued the contact, whilst Belle's moans began to morph into one continuous groan.

"Pain isn't just pain, is it, Miss French?" Adam quizzed her, harshly scratching into her red butt cheeks.

"No." She managed to utter, while she groaned into the bedspread, with her hands seeking out the pillow above her head, fisting handfuls of the pillowcase.

Rubbing his hands in a slow caress over her cheeks, red lines drawn perfectly into her skin. "Do you believe pain can be pleasurable?"

"Yes." Belle panted out her answer.

Adam pressed his lips together, ogling her prettily painted backside, and advised her of what he intended to do next. "I'm going to cover your ass, in the oil I've brought with me, and I'm going to work it down between your legs. If you don't like it, what do you say?"

"Book." She firmly told him.

"Good girl." He praised her, while he unbuttoned his shirt, still admiring the declining red lines on her backside.

Pausing to fold it in half, he awkwardly twisted at his waist, to lay it onto the ottoman, and scooped up the bottle of massage oil. He opened the bottle, by pressing down on the lid, revealing the little opening, and titled his head to the side, deciding where he would begin pouring the oil. A quick tip of the bottle, poured a small measure of the oil onto the summit of her left cheek. Belle's legs became instantly rigid and sprung up, hitting the underside of his backside. Smirking, he tipped the same amount onto her right butt cheek. Her legs jumped up again, smacking her calves into his ass. Hovering the bottle over the crevice of her butt cheeks, Adam poured a larger measure, at a slower rate, observing the cool oil follow the gap of her ass cheeks, washing further down between her legs. Her legs smacked up hard into him, forcing him to brace himself with a hand onto the bed, almost bucked off of her and the bed.

"Oh…!" Belle let out abruptly, pushing herself up on her hands, swearing under her breath.

Clicking the lid down and tossing the bottle back onto the bed, Adam couldn't help the grin on his face as he smeared the oil across her skin. Belle lowered herself back down onto the bed, settling her head onto her crossed arms. Her rear end started to glisten in the dim light of the room. Regarding his handiwork - the paling scratches and the gleam of the oil – the bulge in his trousers grew, uncomfortably trapped inside his boxers, throbbing to be released and nestled into her butt crack.

Adam bent himself forward and skimmed his bare chest over her buttocks, breathing in deeply at the pleasant sensation, of her cheeks moulding to his chest. Walking up her body with his hands, he stopped, when her rear was pressed into his stomach. He placed feather like kisses onto her back, kissing in different spots, working his way back down her back. When he got to the slope of her ass, Adam shifted some of his weight onto his left hand and knee, as he trailed his right hand down her back, tracing the line of her spine, continuing down between her butt cheeks. She sucked in a sudden breath and momentarily tensed, clenching his fingers in her cheeks, as his fingertips slid over her back passage. Noting her reaction for later, Adam flipped over his hand and slipped his fingers into her folds, brushing either side of her clit, as Belle let out an impulsive moan. He drew back his fingers, tracing the outer edges of her sex, and delved his fingers back through her slits, listening to her smothered groan.

"I want to hear you, Miss French." He commanded as he encircled her clit with his middle finger, in slow taxing circles, compelling a higher pitched moan out of her.

Leisurely moving his middle finger up, from her clit, Adam teetered his finger near her opening, half daring to probe inside, feeling her wetness lapping the rim of her. He smirked at her arousal, burrowing his finger through her inner lips, and swirled his finger around her bud of nerves, flicking it with the tip of his finger when he fancied it.

"Oh… God..." Belle whimpered, her words dying out into silent cries.

Her backside lifted and her legs strived to open further, trapped either side by his knees, wanting more of his touch. Teasing her, Adam narrowed the circles around her pink pearl, increasing the contact. She pulled herself up the bed, crawling and burying her head into the pillow. His eyebrow quirked, surprised Belle hadn't called her word, but he relented and skimmed back to her entrance, and delved his middle finger inside of her, enticing a moan out of both of them.

Adam licked his lips, dying to taste the juices on his finger. "So hot and wet."

Drawing her knees up, allowing her to bend them, propping her ass into the air, Belle's hips deliberately rocked back onto his finger, calculating the right rhythm to meet his finger as he thrusted it back into her. He leant back and sat onto his heels, while he smoothed his left hand down the middle of her back, following the contour of her spine. Her inner channel grew wetter and hotter, a keen sign of her arousal. Belle let out a little sound of discontent, when he took his finger out of her, spreading her wetness around and over her clit, mixing it with remnants of the oil. Every time, his fingertip lipped the edge of her clit, she sucked in a ragged breath.

A quick succession of passes near the bundle of nerves, Adam removed his finger completely, making her unaware until he plunged his middle fingers into her, timing it with the scratch he scored down her back. An almighty gasped forced its way out of her lungs. Her back arched and stretched, her hips swayed forward but almost immediately thrusted herself back onto his fingers, while her hands clenched into the pillow, threatening to tear the fabric.

"Please…!" Belle groaned, with her hips riding back onto his fingers, the squelching of her arousal loud in the room.

"Please, what?" He asked in a casual tone.

She whispered her desire to him. "I want to come."

"I'm sorry, dearie, I didn't quite catch that." He said, stroking his hand up her back. "You need to speak louder."

Turning her head, straining to see him, she begged him. "I need to come!"

He regarded her with a sly smile. Part of him, really wanted to make her prolong her orgasm, driving her wild with ecstasy before she came crashing down, fucking her into oblivion. Build her up and watch her fall helplessly, withering and crying, while he repeatedly drove himself into her. It was hard to remember that they would have time for all of this. Adam wanted to take her, fuck her so hard, she couldn't remember what day, what month, what year it was. Nevertheless, he reminded himself, this was her introduction. Belle wasn't ready for what he could and wanted to do to her.

Adam withdrew his fingers from her and sucked them deep into his mouth, licking and tasting her arousal on his fingers. He'd been right – She did taste exquisite. Hollowing his cheeks, slurping the minute traces of her, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth.

"Up on your knees properly, thighs together." He ordered as he moved himself into a sitting position, his legs over the edge of the bed, and stripped himself of his trousers and boxers in one movement.

By the time, Adam had manoeuvred back into the middle of the bed, kneeling behind her, Belle's butt was being presented perfectly to him, her sex glistened invitingly at him. Taking himself in hand, pumping himself a few times, he walked up behind her on his knees. He didn't enter her straight away, instead he rubbed the head of his penis through her folds, coating himself in her hot fluid. As Adam spread her open, revealing her clit, and brushed the tip of his cock across her sensitive little bud, a little cry of pleasure erupted from her and changed into a strung out moan, when he passed back over her clit. Her whole body rocked back, seeking him out, so she could impale herself into him. Adam grinned at her eagerness and lifted his dick out of her reach, enjoying her frustrated whine, when she realised he had impeded her attempt to hurry him.

"You've been such a good girl. Don't ruin it now." He warned her, whilst putting a guiding hand on her rear, constraining her from bucking back too far.

Although he had warned her, Adam had no desire to punish her, not during their first session together. The main objective for tonight had been accomplished. He had proven and gotten her to admit that pain could be pleasure, and he had every intention of driving that point into her, hard.

Flicking his penis, once more, through her slick lips, earning a low reverberated moan from Belle, he veered himself into her essence and dipped the tip of himself in, causing her to moan and push back, presenting more of herself to him. Adam pulled himself back out, pressing his hand into her ass as she leaned back on her knees. The left side of his mouth swept back, forming a sly smile, whilst he entered her again, allowing himself to burrow further into her. She groaned into her crossed arms, while her ass propelled itself back, endeavouring to take more, desperate to be filled. Slipping back out of her, a short low growl of irritation was smothered into the bedspread, while she forcefully pushed back on his hand, forcing his hand to imprint into her cheek. His smile grew into a full-on smirk before he entered her in one swift movement, sheathing himself deep inside of her, slapping his balls against her and his hips into her butt cheeks. Belle raised herself up onto her hands, throwing back her head, crying out as her body swung forward with the motion.

He stilled inside of her as he checked with her, soothing his left hand up her back. "Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes." Was her panting answer.

Easing out and her forward with the hand on her butt, the more his cock was exposed, the more it showed her hot fluid coating him in the poor lightening. Adam breathed in, controlling himself, fighting the urge to pound himself into her tight pussy. Her inner walls fleetingly clenched him, pleading him to move inside of her. Positioning a hand on her left shoulder and his other at the crook of her hip, Adam surged inside of her, basking in the welcoming warmth and firm embrace of her inner walls. Aiding himself with his hands, guiding her forward, he lurched back till only the tip of cock was enclosed in her. He lunged forward into her, yanking her back onto him, the sound of their skin whacking together rung in his ears.

"Fuck…!" Belle groaned loudly, tossing her hair, as he slammed into her again.

Driving her forwards and backwards, Adam set a punishing pace, he took steadying breaths, restraining himself and ignoring his own pleasure. Even as she rocked back, meeting him thrust for thrust, Adam concentrated on the 'in' and the 'out' of his breaths. The tension in the pit of his belly was disregarded as he snaked his hand from her shoulder, controlling her just with the hand on her hip.

"Good girl." He murmured, rubbing circles across her back.

The praise goaded her to lift herself up, putting herself up onto all fours, whilst Belle thrusted back to meet him more boldly, near enough fucking herself onto him. Adam grinned and rammed forcefully into her, spurring a loud yelp out of her as she collapsed forward onto her elbows. He didn't yield. Taking a hold of both her hips, Adam ravaged her, using shorter thrusts to reach deeper inside her. Her hands stretched out above her and grabbed at the pillow, the bedspread, anything she could get a firm grip, grounding herself against the punishing waves of pleasure. Around his shaft, her channel flexed and fluttered with a hint of fresh warmness glazing him. He let go of her hips, relying on her to keep pace with him, as he wrapped an arm round her, cupping her mound, to lightly tickle her clit.

Her hand randomly slapped at the bedspread, then her fingers clawed at the material, pulling the cover away from the comforter. "Fuck, yes! Oh… God!"

The quivering of her walls was somewhat distracting and reminded him of his burning desire in the pit of his stomach. Quickening his fingers, Adam refused to acknowledge his growing need and slowed his breathing. He focused on his hand on her back, smoothing his hand up between her shoulder blades. Under his hand he could feel, as well as hear, her breathing becoming more ragged. Her back heaved with her breaths, expanding and deflating, with exaggerated gasps and intense moans of pleasure.

"Oh…" Belle gasped, breathlessly. "Shit…!"

Keeping up his pace and the motion of his fingers, Adam closed his eyes, ignoring the pleasurable way her inner walls grasped at him, tugging and sucking him back into her, frantic to milk his seed from him. Belle was mithering and moaning, muttering that, 'it shouldn't feel so good'. His hand had been ready, posed at the top of her spine, deliberately waiting for her orgasm and he smirked, opening his eyes to watch his fingers claw down her skin.

"OH, FUCK ME!" She proclaimed, probably loud enough for Steve, the doorman, to hear her.

What he hadn't accounted for, was Belle to rear herself up, throw herself back at him, forcing him to wrap his free arm around her, countering her by pressing his front into her back. She rode back into him, titling her head back to rest on his shoulder, moaning delightfully into his ear as she had done the first time he had witnessed her come. Her body shuddered and spasmed against him. His pace slowed to an idle rocking of their hips and Adam reduced the strumming of her clit down to nothing, holding her close in his clumsy embrace.

Gradually, the weight of her slumped forward, pivoting them both forward. Adam took his hand from between her legs and encircled her waist with it, drawing her back to sit more on his lap, while he took their combined weight onto his heels. She felt like putty in his arms, easily controlled, trusting him, while she came down from the rush. Resting his forehead onto her shoulder, Adam zoned himself out, paying no attention to his member throbbing inside of her, to the silk inner walls caressing him, or how her molten core embraced him, while a wave of wetness worked its way down to drip onto his balls.

Belle was taking deep, purposeful breaths, in through her nose, out through her mouth, as her head lulled into the side of his. "That was… Wow!"

"I haven't finished." He reminded her of his presence by nudging their hips forward. "Unless you've had enough?"

"I don't… I don't think I could come again after that." She confessed to him.

Adam grinned at the challenge. "I'll be the judge of that." He patted her taut stomach. "Lie down on your back. "

"Seriously, I really don't think I will. That was quite... Big." She insisted, though she crawled forward, slipping him out of her, and rolled onto her back, removed her knickers to discard off the bed, and parted her legs, to lie either side of him.

Picking up the bottle of oil, he clicked the lid and poured some into his hand. "It's totally up to you, Miss French. Tell me to stop and we'll get cleaned up."

She pulled a face at him and gestured to his bobbing cock. "It's not exactly fair to leave you like that."

"This is only an instrument to give you pleasure." He closed the oil and tossed it to the bed, and then coated both his hands in it, warming the cool oil. "I'm quite happy to end things, if that's what you wish." His hands stilled as he looked her dead in the eye. "Is it?"

"No." Belle told him, confidently meeting his gaze.

Shuffling forward on his knees, Adam smiled at her and reached out his hands to smear the oil onto her stomach, skimming up to caress her breasts in the oil. She watched his hands, sucking in her lower lip to bite into the plush flesh. Flowing his hands down her stomach, lapping his hands over each other, he massaged the oil over her front, completely covering her in a gleaming sheen. He worked his hands up to her breasts, clutching both of them in his palms, loving how her flesh shaped itself to his hands, her nipples protruded through the gaps between his thumbs and forefingers. Lowering himself over her, nestling his pulsing and engorged penis into her moist sex, Adam groaned at the contact, whilst he devoured one of her nipples, sucking her plush flesh into his mouth.

Belle sucked in sharply. "Shit!"

The slick oil coating her skin allowed him to slide, lurching his back, grinding his hardness into her. The shaft of his cock slid effortlessly through her folds, earning him a small huff of hot breath, when his length rubbed her little bud of nerves. Looking up with hooded eyes, Adam pulled his mouth from her breast, a nice satisfying plop accompanied her little whine as his member moved through her sex. He adjusted his weight, positioning himself over her left breast before he rushed forward, capturing her nipple in his teeth, sucking it as hard as he could, using the motion to thrust against her.

"Oh, God!" She hummed, grabbing at the back of his head, fisting a handful of his short greying hair, as her legs wrapped around his waist, hitting her heels into his legs.

Adam moved his hand from her breast, continuing to tease her nipple with his tongue and pluck at it with his teeth, as he wound his arm underneath her shoulder, grasping her shoulder to use as leverage. Whilst he rocked back, he used his free hand to line them up and shoved himself back inside of her. Overwhelmed by her tautness, the searing heat of her core, the intense need to pummel himself into her, Adam sucked in a lung filling breath, narrowing the passages of his nose.

"You feel so good!" Belle confessed to him. "So deep…"

Reeling back on his knees, he careened his hips into hers, sliding further against her on the oil, grinding his pelvic into her aroused bud. Her grip on his hair pulled as Adam shunted into her, gaining a little mumbled moan from Belle. Persisting with a slower, more drawn out sway of his hips, skimming their upper bodies together, Adam returned his attention to her breasts, sucking one and plucking and rolling the other with his fingers. As her hips heaved to meet his hips, her legs constricted around him and she dug her heels into the back of his thighs.

"Oh… How do you…" She incoherently muttered as her hand slapped around his back, clutching a very small amount of loose skin.

Holding her right breast in his hand, Adam shifted to her breast, hungrily sucking the erect nipple into his mouth, dragging it tenderly through his teeth before flicking at it with his tongue. She squirmed underneath, clutching, grasping, pulling, scratching at him. Her nails scored his back, leaving him with burning lines of passion, while she frantically grabbed and pierced another spot on his back with her nails.

Before she yanked at his hair and marked him again with her nails, her channel squeezed and pulsated around him before she shouted. "SHIT!"

Unwrapping his arm, Adam propped himself up on his hands, towering over her, and sped up his hips, chasing her into her orgasm. Their hips smacked together at the new angle, her sex squelched each time he thrusted inside of her. Her wetness flooded over his penis and seeped down onto his balls, destroying the last of his resolve as he spurted every last bit of his seed inside of her.

Adam panted for breath, his chest hauled in as much breath as it could take, as he held himself above her, his arms locked at his elbows. Dropping his head, closing his eyes, he basked in the warm glow of her climax. The loud thud of his heart pulsed in his ears and thrummed throughout his body, from his head down to his toes. Finally, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment, savouring the intimacy of being connected to the beautiful woman, laid spread out underneath him, still reeling from her second orgasm. Opening his eyes, Adam sighed contently at the sight of her, stunning and unmistakeably sated in her afterglow. He grinned, seeing her like that, knowing he'd done that to her.

Carefully, he extracted his softening member and unwrapped her legs, laying them either side of him onto the bed. Belle was mumbling under her breath, an arm slung over her face, covering her eyes, while she laid immobile in the middle of the bed. Sitting back onto his heels, he placed his hands on his thighs, observing her, in awe of her as she lay there without any shame, displaying herself openly to him. Her sex shined in the light with a mixture of their fluids, slowly dribbling out of her entrance. Adam pressed his lips together, resisting the urge to devour her, sucking and licking every trace of their combine pleasure from her, quickly building her back up, wanting her to come again all over his face. Not tonight though, he could see she was spent now.

Crawling off the bed, Adam kept an eye on her, while he nipped back into the sitting room, collected a bottle of water and a glass of ice from the drinks trolley, and went back into the bedroom. She still hadn't moved. Smirking, he deposited the glass of ice and bottle of water to one of the bedsides, and sat down onto the edge of the bed, folding a leg up onto the bed, allowing him to turn to face her. He reached a hand out to touch her arm, flopped, outstretched on the bed, but her arm shot away from his touch.

"Miss French…?" He questioned, a wisp of concern in his voice.

Belle peeled back her arm, peeping out at him with narrowed eyes. "Sensitive."

Chortling, Adam picked the bottle of water from the bedside and held it out to her. "Is that normal for you? To get over sensitive afterwards?"

"No." Awkwardly, she turned onto her side, floundering like she had no control over her limbs. "Never." She admitted as she took the bottle from him.

"That's a shame." He remarked.

After sitting up into the middle of the bed, Belle twisted the cap off the bottle, saying. "What's a shame?"

Adam coiled himself and turned his head to see her over his shoulder. "That you've never been fucked so thoroughly before."

She gawped at him, eyes wide, with her bottle held up to her lips. Shrugging a dismissive shoulder, he pushed himself off the bed and strolled back through to the sitting room. He grabbed his empty wine glass and retrieved the bottle of wine, and poured himself half a glass as he came back into the bedroom. While he had been out of the room, Belle had scooted to the edge of the bed, where he had been sat, and gulped down three or four mouthfuls of water. She gasped for a breath, when she lowered the bottle from her lips, downing a good third of the bottle.

"Better?" He asked and sipped his wine as he put the nearly empty bottle of wine on the dresser.

"Yes, thank you." Belle smiled at him.

Gesturing with his hand holding his wine glass, Adam pointed his finger to the partially open door, which led to the bathroom. "When you're ready, we'll shower and dress, and I'll take you home."

"Excuse me?" Her mouth hung slightly open.

He finished swigging his wine. "What were you expecting? A wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, kind of night?" Adam shook his head at her. "That's not how this works, especially when we venture into more stimulating, taxing play. You'll soon need these moments afterwards, and I'll be here to support you physically and emotionally."

"Emotionally?" She questioned, lifting a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Believe me, Miss French, you're going to learn a lot about yourself. Push and break boundaries, by the time we're finish. You'll be emotionally drained by the end of it." Adam knocked back the dribble of wine in the bottom of his glass, discarded it to the dresser and motioned to the bathroom, whilst holding his hand out to her, offering to assist her off the bed. "Shall we?"

Her eyebrows fused together, scrutinising the open palm held out to her, deep in thought as she mulled through her concerns. He waited, patiently. Titling his head, Adam considered her, noting her arm wrapped protectively over her flawless breasts, her thighs clenched together to hide her modesty. It was disappointing that her withdrawn, easily manipulated persona was back. She had done so well all evening, been such a good girl. Though, Adam did enjoy a challenge and was more than willing to play the long game with her, and would work on enticing the strong, capable Miss French out of her. The hint of the woman, he saw, when she drank once more from her water and laid her hand into his, clasping his hand firmly, allowing him to help her up and guide her to the bathroom. That was the woman he wanted to see more of, the one who would enjoy this way of life.