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...

4. Chapter 4: Whipped and Clamped

She lay on her front, her head turned to the side, cheek touching the mattress, eyes tightly closed, lips pressed firmly together, savouring the erotic dance of his hands. The motion of his hands moving up and down her back, lulled her into a different headspace. Nothing outside of these four walls mattered. Not her father, nor Ruby, or anyone else was important. The only thing she cared about was his hands and what his hands were doing to her.

Belle bit into her lower lip as his nails lightly scraped at her skin, stinging her skin, leaving behind a graceful path of fire down her skin. Her fingers clenched at the sheet covering the mattress. The feel of him, braced over the back of her legs, his purposeful caress, the rhythmic prod of his erection, turned her on more than any sordid fantasy. She could feel her wetness oozing from herself, seeping down to tease her clit, wetting the bedsheet under her. The motion of him bumping his hardness into her, rocked her whole body, rubbing her into the evident wetness underneath, while his hands smoothed up her back. Wanting and desperately needing more from him, Belle was frantically torn.

"Is that good, Miss French?" He crooned above her.

The ability to construct sentences, or to grasp a word, had been stripped from her long ago. Belle could only manage an animalistic moan of encouragement. She didn't need to see his face. She knew instinctively that he was smirking. Could hear it as he breathed, his amusement was like wisps of music in the air. If he wasn't doing, such a good job at removing all of common sense, she would've berated him. Told him, where he could stick his amusement.

"I want to hear you, Miss French." He instructed before his fingers clawed down her sensitive sides, forcing a deep guttural groan from her and her back to instinctively arch, lifting the front of her body from the mattress.

"BELLE!" Her father bellowed.

Startled awake, Belle had a split second to realise it was a dream before her father burst through her bedroom door, slamming the door handle into the wardrobe. "Are you getting up today!"

"Yes, of course I am!" She snapped back at him, scrambling up the bed, tugging and yanking the bedspread up to cover her and her shame.

"I have been calling you for the last half an hour!" He flung his hand at her alarm clock. "You've turned that useless piece of crap off, three times!"

"Alright, alright." Belle blinked away the temptation to go back to sleep. "I'm up." She stated to him. "I'll shower and I'll be straight down."

Her father shook his head at her. "I don't have time this morning, to waste on making sure you're up, to cover me at the shop."

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm getting up." She told him, shifting in the bed to sit on the edge of it, throwing back the bedspread.

Still shaking his head, her father mumbled, loud enough for her to hear, as he left her room, pulling the close behind him. "Wouldn't dare do this shit, if you were working at Granny's today."

Scowling at her now closed bedroom door, she heavily breathed out her frustration, tempted to rip open her bedroom door and tell her father, he could forget her covering him today. So far that week, she had done double shifts at Granny's, covering someone else's shift as well as her own. She was entitled to sleep in a little on her day off. She had every right, to use her day off how she saw fit, even if her father had enlisted her help for the day. She had earned the right, to indulge herself and have hot, steamy dreams of Mr Gold, fucking her every which way she fancied.

Though, her father didn't need to know about that last thing.

Belle stood up from her bed and adjusted the shorts of her pyjamas as she ambled away from her bed. Scrunching her face at the wetness of her shorts, she stopped mid step, looking down towards her groin. It was the third time this week, she had woken up, wet and ready, aching for something, for him, to rid her of this carnal craving.

It wasn't just waking up to find herself like this, wanting. She had been daydreaming constantly of their night together. Using the memory to satisfy herself, burying her fingers between her thighs, pretending they were his fingers. And though, it would be satisfying and given her a moment of reprieve. They didn't live up to the earth shattering orgasms he had given her. Leaving her frustrated and wanton for more, for him.

If it had been a casual fling, Belle would've visited him, demanding he drop everything and save her from this madness. Thinking of her past conquests, the yearning she felt for him was something new. The one night stands, the hook ups, the weeklong flings, never left her wanting to call the guy. If this had been under normal circumstances, where they had met at a 'normal' club, she would've been banging down his door and throwing herself at him. Which had never happened to her before and she really didn't understand, why she was so shocked by her situation.

Mr Gold was certainly not a normal guy. He definitely wasn't like any of the guys, she had dated or slept with in the past.

Begrudgingly, Belle stripped off her pyjamas, tossed them into the dirty hamper in the corner, and put on her bathrobe before leaving her bedroom. She peeped down the stairs as she crossed the landing, hearing the sounds of the television and her father banging around in the kitchen. He had been in a bad mood since she came home Sunday in the early hours. When she had come through the front door, he had been stood in the hallway, arms crossed over his broad chest, his cap pulled down tight and square on his head, waiting for her. Though, she had been embarrassed, asking Mr Gold to drop her off around the corner, out of sight, Belle had been thankful for her forward thinking. 'Where've you been?', 'Who've been with?', 'What sort of time, do you call this?' and many other questions, had followed her up the stairs until she shut her bedroom door. It was the same thing, every Saturday night or Sunday morning.

Closing the bathroom door, flicking the lock as well, Belle disrobed as she turned on the shower. She mindlessly shook her head. It was Wednesday and his bad mood wasn't relenting. Normally, his mood would've festered Sunday, then come Monday morning he would've been back to his somewhat happy self. The odd grumble, but his normal bossy self. As far as her father was concerned, nothing had changed or abnormal had happened, so why his mood was carrying on was beyond her.

Belle tested the temperature of the shower before she stepped into the tub and drew the shower curtain across the bath. Turning round under the spray, she just stood there, letting the warming spray soak through her hair and down her back. After a few seconds, she smoothed her hair back with her hands, pushing the water back and deeper into her hair. She turned round, dowsing the front of her in the hot spray, and grabbed her shampoo from the cheap plastic shelving, hooked onto the pole for the shower head. Cupping her left hand, Belle squeezed out a measure of shampoo into her hand and returned the bottle, as she began to massage the cool liquid into her hair.

Whilst she rubbed and worked the shampoo into her hair, Belle sucked in her lower lip as she recalled the shower, she had shared with a very naked Mr Gold. While they had been in the bedroom, she hadn't had the opportunity to look him over. Her eyes had darted all over his body as he had meticulously worked, lathering up her body, rubbing his hands up and down her body, soaping every crevice with his fingers. For a man close to her father's age, he was in very good shape. His body was leaner than a lot of the men, or boys, she had been with in the past. But there was no mistaking, there was a hidden strength in his muscles which had twitched and flexed, teasing her with the power he concealed under his three-piece suit.

"Stop it." Belle ordered aloud as she swivelled on the spot, washing the shampoo from her hair, nearly lured into another fantasy.

Refusing not to fall victim to her daydreams, she concentrated herself on showering, not once pretending it was his hands as she applied her condition to her hair. Didn't picture his hands, kneading at her muscles as he covered her skin in soap, gliding his rough hands over her smooth skin, a delicious friction. Her eyes hadn't been closed, whilst she had been showering, simulating her hands were his, roaming down her stomach, dipping into her sex, then on to lather up her thighs and lower legs. Placing her hands on the wall in front of her, the shower bearing down on the back of her neck, her head bent forward, she refused to acknowledge the whisper of kisses and subtle nips at her skin. She shook away the absurd thoughts, huffing and grumbling under her breath, 'What has he awaken in me?'.

Out of the shower, Belle quickly dried herself off and wrapped her hair up in the towel, then put on her bathrobe before exiting the bathroom. She jolted to a stop, confronted by her father coming out of her bedroom.

"Coffee." He barked as he flung his thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to her bedroom.

Watching him go down the stairs, she said after him. "Thank you."

Inside her bedroom, she closed her door, eyeing the streaming cup of coffee on her bedside table. It wasn't so unusual, for her father to bring her a drink or some food upstairs. He did have his odd moments, which showed he cared. Just right now, with his foul mood, Belle was dubious of his intentions. Sometimes, these small acts of kindness led to lengthy interrogations and she was not in the mood for one of those.

Dressed in her dungarees, a tight vest top underneath, Belle knocked back the last of her coffee and left her room, pocketing her phone. Her father stood in the middle of the living room, when she got to the bottom of the stairs, watching television with his hands in his pockets. This meant she wasn't going to get any time for breakfast. He wanted to leave as soon as possible and he wouldn't go without her. Going through into the kitchen, her eyebrows pushed together, while she contemplated her father pushing for an argument. He'd done it before. Pushed her buttons. Drove her mad. Waited till she was at the end of her tether until he shoved her the final inch, setting off World War Three.

That was the time, he had put himself in the hospital with a mild heart attack, guilting her into staying home and giving up college.

She put her used cup into the sink as she passed by, heading to the back of the kitchen, where the coat hooks were and where she kept her work boots. Whilst she collected her boots, Belle grabbed her denim jacket from its hook and laid it on the table, and sat down to put on her boots. Her eyes kept wandering to the doorway, anticipating her father to come and hurry her up.

There was a time, when Belle would be excited about spending the day in the shop with her father. Days, they would spend in the greenhouse, planting and tending to flowers and the different plants they were growing. Happy times, when her mother would be watching them, supervising them from the doorway, pointing and ordering. The shop had been a family venture. All their spare time was spent in the shop, quality family time, and Belle had loved it. Loved being with her parents, seeing them together, groaning when they had kissed. Those days had been so bright and full of life, which had made the days after her mother's accident, so dull and such a struggle. Her mother had been the heart of their little family, the one who held them together. She wished she could've stepped into her mother's shoes, but her father had gone so far off the rails, there was no bringing him back to the father she had known.

"Aren't you ready yet?" Her father scolded from the kitchen doorway.

Snatching at her laces, angrily looped them and yanked them into a bow, Belle held back her retort and told him calmly. "Just finished, dad."

"Hurry up, then. We've got to load the van for deliveries." He remarked as he turned his back to her.

"Yes, dad." She mumbled, getting up from her chair, and snatched up her jacket on her way out of the kitchen, following him out of the front door.

Clambering into the van behind him, Belle slammed the door shut behind her and dropped onto the passenger seat, glimpsing at her father as the van started. Apart from him being her father, her only family, there was no other reason for her loyalty to her father. He didn't need her. He was well enough now, to take care of himself and run the business on his own. A small ball of frustration nestled in the pit of her stomach, growing in size, the more she considered how he didn't need her, even today, on her day off, he didn't need her at the shop. Her father only wanted her there, so he could keep his watchful eye on her, as though she had given him a lifetime of trouble like Ruby had for Granny. Crossing her arms, hugging her jacket to her chest, Belle directed her gaze out of the window, hating the life she had allowed to engulf her.

As her father turned south onto Main Street, she caught a short glimpse of the pawn shop sign and the black Cadillac in the distance. Her heart fluttered at the sight, with a small smile spreading her lips. Over the last few days, Belle had wondered, if he had thought of her, reminisced about their evening together, whether he wanted to continue 'enlightening' her. She hadn't seen him since he dropped her off. Their lives didn't cross much anyway, as he didn't come into the diner and she had no need to go to his shop, but it would've been nice to see him.

Her father pulled up in front of the shop, telling her as he held a set of keys out to her. "Open up the shop, while I unload these tubs from the back of the van."

"Okay." She took the keys, while she unlatched her door and slid it back.

As Belle stepped out of the van, she threw her gaze up the street towards the pawn shop, but from there, the furthest she could see was Granny's, the intersection and the library. She felt stupid, fully aware she wouldn't have seen it from there, as she looked down at the keys in her hand. But the chance to see him, catch a glimpse of him, was worth the moment of foolishness.

Unlocking and opening the door, she stepped inside and immediately hit with the strong fragrance of flowers. With her hand lingering on the door handle, she closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet, strong aroma, taking a moment to remember her mother. So many afternoons, she had spent in the shop with her mother after school. Perched on a workbench, Belle would watch her mother create different bouquets, fore filling orders, making someone's days special with her beautiful creation. She missed those precious afternoons with her mother.

"Belle, you're in the way." Her father snapped behind her.

Jumping to the side, Belle silently cursed her father, standing out of his way as he went through into the back room with a large stack of black buckets. She breathed in and slowly let out the breath. It would've been easy, to throw down his keys and storm out of the shop. Yell at him and tell him how terrible of a father he had been to her, and how she wished it had been him, who had died in the car crash. That he had been the one, who had gone to the flower market that fateful morning, instead of her mother. Wished he had been in the van, when her mother had slid on black ice and lost control of the van, and had gone down the steep hill into a tree. It should've been him instead of her. If he hadn't of been stubborn, insisting he had been the one, who had met with the client that morning, it would've been him in that van.

And her life would've been so different.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are you actually going to do some work this morning?" Her father questioned, walking through the shop and out of the front door of the shop.

Growling to herself, Belle marched into the back of the shop, threw his keys onto the desk and snatched the diary off the shelf above the desk. She used the ribbon, marking the page, to open the book out and skimmed down the orders on today's page. Laying the book onto the table, she gathered the premade bouquets needed, from the front of the shop, and took the diary to a workbench with her, where she sat down and started writing out the greetings cards for each order. When her father came through again, carrying another load of black buckets, Belle sneakily glared at him.

"Make sure you write them clearly." Her father said as he dumped the stack next to previous stack.

"Yes, dad." Was her automatic response.

Belle refused to meet his gaze, when he was leaving the room and concentrated on writing the cards out, just like her mother had shown her. A few cards later and the act of writing out the cards, flamboyantly scribing each letter, became quite calming. Writing out the well wishes, congratulations and heartfelt messages helped to soothe her annoyance with her father. It was hard to stay mad at anyone, when you're writing 'I miss you, sweetheart' and 'I love you more than anything'.

"Have you finished those yet?"

The urge to stab him, with her pen, was very strong as she finished off the last card. "Yes, dad."

"Good." He began to load the bunches from the bench into a bucket. "I've got to be in Pownal at eleven, so I'll make the deliveries and head straight there."

"Is there anything specific you want me to do, while you're out?" She asked, passing him the bouquet she had just finished.

He took the bouquet from her, saying. "Tidy round, water the plants in the greenhouse, answer the phone – You know, the usual things."

"Okay." Belle slipped off the stool she had been sat on and went to the small kitchenette.

Hugging the loaded bucket to his chest, her father told her, heading to the doorway leading to the front. "Don't get wandering off, while I'm out. Stay in the shop. I won't be long."

She blinked her eyes a few times, disbelieving her ears. Turning only her head, Belle observed her father, grabbing another loaded bucket in the front of the shop before he headed through the open doorway and out of the shop. He was really starting to get on her nerves. So much so, the next time he said something to her, Belle promised herself, she was going to… Going to…

Deflating rapidly like a balloon, Belle's shoulders slumped and her head lopped down, all of her fight leaving her on a single breath. Who was kidding? She wasn't going to fight him. Sure, she could throw some hot words at him, yell at him, but at the end of the day – He was all she had. No matter what happened – disagreements, clashes, silent treatment – He was her father and she had to love him, faults as well. Breathing in, she inflated herself, standing up straight and raising her head, whilst she chose to let it.

Busying herself with tidying and sweeping the back room, tending to the greenhouse, Belle found an hour had soon flown by, leaving her stood in the middle of the back room, surveying her handiwork and eyeing anything out of place. Happy, with both the greenhouse and the back room, she moved to the small kitchenette and turned on the kettle before she went through into the front of the shop. There wasn't much for her to do. Her father kept the front presentable, unlike the back room, which had a tendency to look like a bombsite. She smiled, remembering the scolding her mother had given her father, for wasting lengths of ribbons, leaving off cuts and dirt all over the floor. 'I miss you, mum.', Belle thought to herself as she went back into the back room, hugging her arms around herself.

The kettle had still not boiled. Taking out her phone, Belle swivelled round on the spot and sat back against the counter, unlocking her phone to check her emails and messages. She was amazed, Ruby hadn't sent her a million texts, like she'd done most mornings. Desperate to know, if 'Mr Edmund 'Eddie' Bertram' had been in contact, were they going out again, when was she going to meet him.

It had been hard to lie to Ruby, when her friend had cornered her in the kitchen of the diner, wanting to know all the dirty little details from Saturday night. Even though, it had been nice to share some of the details, of her night with Mr Gold. At least, through 'Eddie', Belle was able to talk to someone about her experience. Otherwise, she may have erupted at any time, spilling their secret details, babbling profusely about it, to whoever may have been present.

As the kettle began to boil behind her, Belle returned her phone to her pocket, whilst she grabbed her cup from the overhead shelf. She smiled at the image of Ruby's quizzical look, 'A massage?' she had questioned loudly. Unconsciously, Belle shrugged her shoulder at the question. It had thrown her, when Mr Gold had told her, 'We'll start with a massage.'. How was that anything to do with kinky, or as the book he'd given her called it, BDSM? Though, as she was learning, from his book, as long as they agreed it was 'kinky'/BDSM, then that was what they were doing. All Belle knew, was the combination of him massaging her and then scratching her tingling skin, had been like wildfire across her skin and the most delightful pleasure, she had ever known.

In the middle of making herself a drink, she heard the door at the front of the shop creak open and called through. "Do you want a drink, dad?"

"No, but thank you, Miss French, I've not long ago had one."

Belle jumped at his hearing his voice, dropping the teaspoon to clank onto the kitchenette countertop. "God, you scared me!"

His smirk was anything but apologetic, as he said, standing in the doorway. "Sorry, dearie, didn't mean to startle you."

With her hand on her chest, an unsure smile on her face, she blew out a slow deliberate breath, while her heart pounded painfully against the inside of her ribcage. "It's okay… I wasn't expecting you."

"Hmm…" Mr Gold stepped through the doorway. "Just the way I like my victims."

"Right, of course." Belle rolled her eyes at him before she motioned to the drink she had been making. "Would you like a drink?"

His smile became warmer as he waved his hand at her offer. "No, thank you."

Turning to continue making her drink, she picked up the teaspoon, telling him. "If you wanted to see my father, he shouldn't be much longer or I can tell him to pop by your shop."

"It's you, I've come to see." Mr Gold peeled open the left flap of his overcoat, reached inside, and pulled out a large manila envelope. "I've got your copy of the signed agreement."

"Oh…" Belle left the teaspoon in her cup and closed the space between them, holding out her hand to take the envelope from him. "I'd forgotten about that." She confessed with the envelope in her hand.

"Do you have any questions, about the agreement or from Saturday night?" He inquired, while his gaze drifted around the room.

She looked at him as his eyes roamed back round to her and he flexed a brief smile at her, when their gazes met, as she said. "No, not really, apart from are we always going to be meeting, when the Club is on? Every two weeks?"

His eyebrows lifted, pushing up his brow, etching small shallow lines above his eyebrows, before his look of surprise was quickly wiped from his face, his features becoming neutral as he answered her. "We can, if you like, or if you're that keen…" He paused to think. "We can meet up every week?"

"Unless you don't want to." The words tumbled quickly out of her mouth, self-conscious of her forwardness.

Mr Gold randomly waved his hand through the air, drawing her attention to the object of her fantasies. "No, not at all." His hand dropped back to his side, and partly out of her view, as he admitted. "I didn't think you'd want to meet up so frequently."

Frequently? If Belle had her way, like she did in her daydreams and every night, she would throw him onto the nearest workbench and have her way with him, right there and then, whether her father was due back or not. She would follow him back to his shop, begging him to do it again. Turn up at his house, that very night, and pounce on him, falling into a heap in his foyer. Frequently was not an issue. If anything, it had become her problem and part of her frustration, when all she wanted, was for him to touch her with his hands again.

"If it's inconvenient for you, I'm happy to wait until next week." She played it cool with a little white lie.

"I can make a phone call and see what availability, they have this weekend." Mr Gold suggested to her.

Schooling her lips, denying the smile that wanted to break out on her face, Belle nodded her head at him. "Okay, then we can go from there, I suppose."

His face didn't give anything away, but there was a disconcerted look in his eyes. "I'll…" He took a step back. "Either call or message you with the details."

"Perfect, I look forward to hearing from you." She told him, earnestly, this time beaming a smile at him.

Curtly bowing his head to her, Mr Gold backed up a couple of steps, appearing to be reluctant to turn away from her, his eyes narrowed in reflection. Before she could consider his action, he turned to go, showing her a sly smile over his shoulder, and walked away from her. Belle moved to get a better angle, observing him as he sauntered through the shop and opened the front door, leaving as swiftly as he had arrived.

As Adam climbed out of his Cadillac, his gaze swept round from Regina's Merc to Cruella's modified Zimmer, over the roof of his car, then to the few cars dotted around the large parking area. The weekend, in between the Saturday where the members met, was normally reserved for couples only. With a little bit of persuasion, Regina had juggled around her bookings, allowing Adam to have the same room again, looking out over the back of the mansion. It was early. Many of guests would be travelling straight from work, for their little weekend retreat.

Pushing his car door to, Adam removed his overcoat and hung it up in the back of his car, casting his gaze to the driveway of the mansion. He had offered to collect Belle, but she had insisted, she would get her own ride up there. A soft smile pushed back the edges of his mouth. She had certainly surprised him. It hadn't occurred to him, to arrange to see her weekly. Adam had thought, she would feel more comfortable, being slowly introduced, but instead she had appeared hungry for more. He hadn't missed, the way her eyes had lit up at his proposition, to check the availability at the Club. Her eagerness was flattering.

Adam had been concerned, she hadn't enjoyed herself. A tiny, minute voice of doubt had niggled at him, when Belle had been so quiet on the journey back into Storybrooke. Out of the corner of his eye, as he had drove, he had seen the sneaky glances she had given him in the darkness of the car. He had worried, she had regretted it, when she had kept looking at him, watchful of him, in case he'd do something untoward to her.

As he climbed the stairs to the entrance, Adam glanced over his shoulder towards the driveway, barely registering the yellow Lambo, coasting down the long driveway to the mansion. He ignored the small prang of regret at not seeing her. Feelings had no place in what was going on between them. No matter how much he spent thinking about her, fantasying her in different positions, doing things he hoped she would grow brave enough to try. He was educating her. His thoughts and fantasies were purely a part of that, and nothing else. Whatever had awoken his hunger, would be sated by inducting her into this life, and once her instruction was completed, they would be done.

That's what he was telling himself, because he refused to allow himself, to get tangled up and be in a positioned again, where someone could break his heart.

Straightening his back, breathing in deeply, Adam buried his thoughts, snubbing the prospect of where his thoughts were leading. After his experience with his first wife and Cora, he had sworn himself off falling in love again. What he felt for Belle, was simply lust. It would burn itself out over time. They would be amicable with one another and possibly, if she became a member, or the stars aligned, they could share a scene or two in the future.

"Good evening, Mr Gold." Steve greeted him as he crossed the threshold and into the foyer.

"Mr Ickes," He nodded his head in greeting. "Has my guest arrived?"

A quick glance at the iPad in his hand and Steve raised his gaze to Adam, saying. "She's not been checked in, sir. Would you like Giles to bring her up to the room?"

"If you could." Adam nodded his head as well.

Tapping his finger on the iPad, Steve asked. "Would you like a drinks trolley bringing up to your room again, sir? A bottle of Inniskillin too?"

Raising his finger into the air, he then flicked his finger at Steve, his brows pushed slightly together in thought. "Yes, but instead of a Inniskillin, we'll have a bottle of Amour de Deutz."

"Very good, sir." Steve flicked and tapped at the iPad. "Anything else?"

"Nothing else, Mr Ickes. Thank you." He told Steve and pivoted away from him, glimpsing at the doorway.

Adam sauntered away from Steve and started to climb the stairs, as a couple came down the stairs, passing by him as they interchanged onto the next set of stairs. The young woman looked like a sheep being led to slaughter. Her eyes were everywhere and anywhere, while she was being herded down the stairs, the guy she was with had a possessive arm around her. He didn't pay them much attention, continuing up the stairs and down the hallway to their room.

Pushing down the handle and opening the door, he entered the room and closed the door behind him, peering into the room to see it was just as they had left it on Saturday. Adam unbuttoned his suit jacket as he strolled through the sitting room and into the bedroom. He went straight in and over to the bed, where he folded up the bedspread into quarters. Gathering the folded bedspread into his arms, Adam moved it off the bed and onto one of the chairs, positioned in front of the bay window. He crossed the short distanced to the end of the bed, where the ottoman sat, and opened it, retrieving two lengths of velvet rope that he tossed onto the bed. Rummaging further inside the ottoman, Adam took out a riding crop, a feather tickler on the other end of it, and also a small version of flogger.

He put these two items onto the bed as he moved to the side of the bed, exchanging them for one of the lengths of rope. Feeling the rope, Adam shifted up the bed and knelt near the bedpost. Instantly, he found the lower embedded ring, which he fed some of the rope through, then secured it with a simple knot. Standing up, he tugged on the rope, checking it would hold, before he gathered the rest of the length and laid it onto the bed. Swiftly, Adam did the same with the other rope, securing it to the opposite bedpost, and stood inspecting the bed, considering his options for other toys.

A knock at the door drew his attention. Adam left the bedroom and went to the door of the room, opening it to find a young woman with the drinks trolley, who suddenly became very sheepish. Motioning for her to come into the room, he stepped back, opening the door wider for her.

"Put it by the wall, near the bedroom door." He instructed, while he retrieved his money clip from his pocket and took a tip out for her.

Holding the bill out to her, between two of his fingers, Adam observed the young woman as she hurried back to the door, fear driving her out of the room, and snatched the money from him on her way out of the door. She scurried off down the corridor, warily looking over her shoulder, in case he was about to attack her. Closing the door, he went back into the bedroom.

The wall on the right side of the double doors, into the bedroom, had wood panelling, concealing the hidden panels. He pushed one of the panels with his hand, releasing it, and swung the small panel door open. Inside, the compartment was lined with blue velvet, the toys held in silver metal clips. In this compartment, there were various designs of nipple clamps – metal tweezer clips, with rubber ends and adjustable metal rings for adjusting tension; normal looking clips, with an adjustable screw; nipple clips, which vibrated; clamps with bells, ideal for scene play or pure dominance; - but for tonight, Adam chose the metal tweezer looking clips. He closed the panel, pushing it until it clicked, and left the clips with the other items on the bed.

His ears pricked, to the sound of the door opening in the other room, and heard Belle say. "Thank you, Giles."

Waltzing into the sitting room, Adam halted in between the two rooms, peering into the room, watching Belle as she humped her shoulder bag onto the couch, letting out a long tired sigh, dropping heavily to perch herself on the arm of the couch. She looked tired with dark rings around her eyes. Strands of her hair had come loose from the clip, holding her long luscious curls up behind her head. The denim jacket she wore was worn, the left breast pocket had a hole worn in the bottom corner of it, the denim nearly white in places, where the dye had bleach out when it was washed.

Her jacket brought to mind the memory of her buying 'Pride and Prejudice' from him. Hastily searching for her pockets for her money. He had been tempted, to just give her the book, pitying her desperate glances up at him. She had been fidgety, when she had entered his shop and his presence only escalated it.

"Could you pour me a drink?" Belle asked, disturbing his thoughts. "I've been on my feet all day."

Starting to the trolley, Adam inquired. "What would you like? Rum and coke? Something stronger?"

Whilst she folded up her left leg, taking off her shoe, dumping it on the floor, she said. "I don't mind. I'm too tired to care."

"If you're too tired, we can arrange for another night." Adam moved from the doorway to the drinks trolley.

"I'm tired, but I'm not that tired." Belle informed him.

As he picked up tall glass from the trolley, Adam twisted at his waist to see her, the sassiness to her tone drew him. He watched, she removed her other shoe, dropping it to join the other, and sighed loudly, when she began to work the heel of her hand into the ball of her foot. Turning back to the trolley, snubbing the line of thought, his mind was taking about her hand and the noise she made, Adam dug a scoop of ice out of the ice bucket and shovelled it into her glass.

Chastised thoughts of her would only serve to distract him. Too many times, already this week, Adam had to fend off the strong urge to touch himself, acquiring a throbbing hard-on at the thought of her. Saturday night was meant to take the edge off. Instead, Sunday morning, he had awoken to his member painfully stiff, tenting the covers and then, when he threw back the covers, his pyjama bottoms. With her never far from being in thoughts, these past three weeks, Adam had forced, quite a few times, to take himself in hand and relieve himself.

Which was why, he knew this was only lust and nothing to do with feelings. It would die out, the further they got into it. Then they would move on… That's what he told himself.

"Did you start reading the books I gave you?" He questioned, moving the conversation on and his thoughts onto something else, while he poured a can of coke into her glass.

"I finished 'Bottoming' last night. I was going to start the other one tonight or tomorrow." Belle answered him as Adam strolled across to her and handed her the rum and coke he'd made.

Standing in front of her, he prompted. "And? What did you think?"

"It was interesting." She took a quick sip of her drink. "Very informative and not at all what I was expecting." Belle confessed to him.

"Go on." He urged as he went back to the trolley, taking the bottle of Amour de Deutz from its wine cooler, and pivoted round to face her, while he unpeeled the wrapper around the neck of the bottom.

"Well…" Belle stood, thinking about what she was going to say, and moved to sit on the couch properly. "I didn't realise trust was such a prominent thing." She paused. "But then thinking about it, I guess there has to be a lot of trust, if you're going to let someone whip you and do things to you."

The cork popped, causing Belle to jerk on the couch, he grinned at her reaction as he poured himself a glass, saying. "Trust is a factor, but also honesty." He returned the bottle to cooler. "Whether, it is with me or someone, you've got to be honest with them, and with yourself, about what you want and what you can deal with. Communicating this is key."

"Is that why you kept asking me questions last time?" She queried as Adam sat himself down in the armchair.

He sipped his wine and said, folding his right leg over his left. "I wouldn't be a very good dominant, if what I do to you isn't pleasing you. Normally, I'd take my cue from your body's responses, but as it was your first time, I wanted to make sure it wasn't too much."

"Book." His gaze snapped to her, where she was smiling boldly him and drank her drink, maintaining eye contact with him.

"Yes, book. Very good." Adam muttered, considering her bold smile and sassy tone from earlier.

It had been obvious, from a young age, that Adam liked strong, confident women. He'd dated a few girls before his head had been turned by his father's secretary. Susanne had been eight or so years older, much more experience than him. Working late in his father's law firm, dividing his time between studying and working current cases, she had caught his eye as soon as she had come into the firm's library. She always did, when she came into the room or he visited his father. Striding through the tables, purpose to her gait, Susanne had come straight to him and had slid into the seat beside him, grinning as she procured a small bottle whiskey from somewhere. An empty bottle later, they had wild, madding sex there and then, in his father's law firm library.

That night, Susanne had introduced him to her darker desires. Begging profusely for him to do things to her: 'Spank me, Adam!', 'Rougher!', 'Pin me down!'. Maybe, he should've been taken aback by her screamed requests. They'd driven him, heightened his arousal. Adam had loved every minute of it. He hadn't felt more alive, while her face had been mushed into the table top, his hand pressing her face into it, her wrists held tightly up her back, while he ravaged her from behind. There had been several instances after that night, but it was the one, which stood out in his memory. Taking the strong, confident woman, debauching her until she was whimpering, clawing at him with her fingernails, for more of him – There was nothing better.

Susanne, his first wife, Cora… They'd all fitted into image of his perfect woman. And as much as Belle could be a strong, confident woman, there was just something about her, that made her so different from the others. He just couldn't quite, put his finger on it…

"So, what are we going to be doing tonight?" Belle asked, showing genuine interest.

He breathed in through his nose, took a sip from his wine, and matter-of-factly stated. "I'm going to tie you down."

"Oh." Was her response.

"Do you not want me to tie you down?" Adam questioned, sly smiling at her flush cheeks and her thighs rubbing together.

"I do, but…" Her hand shot up to her mouth, gagging herself as the flush in her cheeks darkened.

The impulse to tease her, deepen the blush in her cheeks, which was slowly dripping down her neck to the stop of her chest, was on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he laid his hand on top of his right knee, carefully watching her, playing with the stem of his wine glass balanced on his left thigh. Belle lowered her hand and swiftly drank down two large gulps of her drink. The confidence, she had walked in with, wavered under his gaze.

She set her drink down onto the table, becoming self-conscious as she tugged at the hem of her skirt, sharing with him. "I didn't think we'd be doing anything so extreme yet."

"Tying someone down is not as extreme as you think. It's probably one of the things people want to do first." He primed, lifting his wine glass to his lips. "That and get spanked."

"I thought… That we might be doing more of what we did last week." Belle confessed, an absent finger gesturing to the bedroom behind him.

He smiled at her. "You won't be getting a massage tonight, but I can incorporate some of what we did last week into tonight's session, if that's what you want?"

"Please." She said, her eyes fleeted down to his hand on his knee, then back up to his face. "It was really nice."

"Nice?" Adam tsked at her. "And there was me, aiming for extraordinary." He jibbed as he finished off the remains of his wine, pushing himself up from his chair at the same time.

Belle nervously smiled up at him. "Dare I say, better luck next time."

Holding his hand out to her, Belle took the invitation of his hand and stood up as he teased. "I'll make you eat those words, Miss French."

Stood in front of him, a couple of inches lower in height than him, he saw the small movement in her throat. The left edge of his lips pulled back into a knowing smile. He liked he could put her slightly off balance, especially with how assured she'd been when she had arrived. She had certainly jarred him, earlier in the week, with how forward she had been in wanting more.

Towing her behind him, Adam led her away from the sitting area and towards the bedroom doorway, instructing her as he let go of her hand and put his hand on her lower back, encouraging her to precede him. "You go through and strip off, while I get another drink and something else I'll need."

"Okay." She eyed him suspiciously, but did as he had requested.

He couldn't help himself, he had to watch her for a couple of seconds, enjoying the view of her slender legs and her backside dancing underneath her close fitting skirt. His lips curved, knowing what fun he was going to have with her firm ass. The smile he had grew as Adam moved to the trolley, poured himself another glass of wine and scooped some ice into a glass. Carrying both glasses back into the room, he briefly looked at Belle, his brow twitched as she unhooked her bra, dropped it down her arms and laid it on top of her folded blouse and skirt. As he put the two glasses down on the bedside table, she held his gaze as she hooked her thumbs into her knickers and pushed them down, baring herself to him, stepped out of them and left them on top of her pile of clothes.

Self-consciously, one of Belle's hands covered her mound between her legs, while her other arm drew up to cover her perfectly formed breasts. He shouldn't have found it amusing, but he did.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom or do you want to finish your drink before we start?" Adam asked as he circled the bed, joining her on the other side of the bed.

"Erm…" She looked at her drink and picked it up, from the small table in between the two chairs. "I'll just have a bit more." And drank a large gulp.

Shrugging off his suit jacket, he laid it on the back of chair, which had Belle's clothes piled in the seat of it. "When you're ready, lay down in the middle of the bed."

Her nakedness held his gaze as he unbuttoned his waistcoat, padding round on the spot, observing as she knelt onto the bed and crawled into the middle of the bed. Belle eyed the items, he had left on the bed earlier. The flogger, the crop and the nipple clamps got more of her attention than the ropes lying across the bed. As he peeled off his waistcoat, he saw her glance at him from the corner of his eye, a slight look of concerned on her face.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Miss French." He reminded her, while laying his waistcoat on top of his jacket.

"I know." She said, moving the ropes from underneath her.

As Adam pulled loose his tie, he said. "Everything I'm going to do, is to give you pleasure, I promise."

"I know that, I do." Belle waved a hand at the items. "Just seeing them, I instantly think of pain."

"Pick them up. Play with them." Adam gestured absently with his hand, holding his limp tie.

Hesitantly, she picked up the small flogger, glimpsed at him, and started inspecting the soft leather strips, running them over the palm of her hand and her fingers through them. Belle did it again, the look on her face giving away that she was pleasantly surprised. While she investigated the items, Adam turned away, putting his back to her, laying his tie on the arm of the chair as he began to unbutton his shirt and untucked it as he progressed. Quietly breathing out, Adam reminded himself, he had to take his time with Belle. As much as he wanted to bound her to the bed, arms and legs, spread her out, whip spank caress lick suck bite and fuck, however he wanted to give her pleasure. The experience would definitely overwhelm and scare her away.

Laying his shirt on his other clothes and removing his belt to join it, Adam peered round at Belle, when he heard the distinct sound of the crop hitting skin. "If you want to get an idea, of what it's going to feel like, tap it on the inside of your forearm."

Her eyes ventured to look at him, while her fingers caressed the leather flap with her finger. He didn't know why, but he found the sight of her, naked and holding the crop, extremely arousing. Taking her gaze back, Belle tapped her forearm with the crop and jolted at the sensation. Whilst she did it again and again, sounding more confident with each smack, Adam emptied his pockets onto the small table, where she had left her drink. Whilst adjusting the waist of his trousers on his hips, he crossed to the bed and sat down on the edge nearest her.

She wasn't shy anymore. With the crop occupying her attention, using the feather tickler end on her arm, Belle had forgotten about her nakedness. His eyes slowly edged down her body, from her slender neck, through the valley of her breasts, down the flat plane of her stomach and settled on the junction of her thighs. Slipping the tip of his tongue out, he traced his top lip, burning to taste her direct from her core. Since tasting her on his fingers, Adam had been inundated with thoughts of tasting her again, drifting off in fantasies of his head buried between her legs, licking nipping and tasting her, while tenants had complained to him or he'd been in a council meeting.

Belle French was distracting food for thought.

Holding his hand out for it, Belle gave it to him as he explained the purpose of it, demonstrating on her arm. "What you can do with this, is lightly tickle the skin, making it sensitive and then if you're good with your wrist, flick it to slap the crop where you've been tickling." She sucked in a sharp breath. "Or, you can slap first, then use the tickler to soothe it, like I was doing with the massage."

She huffed a breath out through her nose, a thoughtful look on her face, whilst she was hypnotised by him tickling up and down her forearm. "Hence why, you did the massage and scratched me, preparing me for tonight."

"Lay down and we'll begin." Adam told her, ignoring her comment and putting the crop to one side, and started to remove his shoes and socks, tucking them under the edge of the bed.

Scooting back into the middle, Belle laid herself flat on her back in the middle of the bed, watching Adam's every move as he shifted up the bed, picking up the rope, and held his hand out for her arm. Her eyes stared at the length of red rope in his hand, then to his waiting open hand. He didn't want to push her. Patience's were one of his virtues and it paid off, because he didn't have to wait long, for her lay her arm into his awaiting hand. Giving her a reassuring smile, Adam wrapped the velvet rope around her wrist three times, keeping the loops tight together, and tied a box knot, securing her left wrist.

"Not too tight?" He inquired, tugging the end of the rope tied to the bed.

"No, snug, but it's okay." She wriggled her fingers of her left hand as she responded to him.

Without saying anything, Adam got up and went round to the other side of the bed, tying her right arm in the same manner. A quick yank on the rope and he stood up, happy with the tightness and the slack in the ropes. Standing at the end of the bed, in front of the ottoman, surveying her lying helpless on the bed, Adam considered, with a smile, where he wanted to start. While he did this, Belle lay perfectly still in the middle of the bed, while angling her head, tracing first the rope attached to her right wrist and then the one attached to her left. The view of her lying there, sent a rush of blood to his groin, engorging him. His underwear became uncomfortable, but he did nothing to adjust himself, liking the prominent reminder of what just the sight of her, naked and restrained, did to him.

Deciding to start with the nipple clips, Adam strode around the corner of the bed, plucked the clips off the bed, which were attached to each other via a chain, and clambered onto the bed and straddled her thighs. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, but she didn't protest. The muscles in her stomach shuddered at the cold feel of the chain, being laid across her stomach. Walking forward on his hands, either side of her body, Adam gradually lowered himself down until they were skin to skin. He cantered himself, propping his weight onto his left forearm. Belle closely watched him as he grasped her right breast, bugling it, forcing her nipple towards him. Cheekily, he looked from her nipple to meet her eyes, while he lowered his head, taking her nipple into his mouth.

The second his mouth completely engulfed her nipple, sucking her breast into his mouth, Belle inhaled sharply. He let up, releasing her breast, raising his gaze up again to her face. Her head was slanted to the side, peering down at him as he flicked his tongue out, teasing her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Underneath him, her thighs wriggled slightly and nudged him. He smiled, whilst he pinched her nipple between his teeth, teasingly tugging on it. Grating her nipple with his teeth, he pulled his head back, increasing the pressure on her nipple.

Adam let go of her nipple, looking up, to where he had heard two loud dull thuds and the bedframe creak. The ropes vibrated with the tension Belle was putting them under. She had wrapped some of the excess around her hands and had pulled on it, in a futile attempt, to free herself.

His right brow cocked at her. "Something wrong with the ropes?"

"I can't touch you." Belle whined, emphasising her point, by strongly tugging on the ropes again, making them slap the bedframe.

"That's the point, dearie." He smirked at her, dropping his head back down to her breast, telling her with his lips close to her flesh. "Taking away your ability to touch me."

Consuming her nipple, Adam sucked and bit at her flesh, making her whimper in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She drew her legs up, bumping her knees into his backside, whilst she twisted and wriggled her whole body. Gently, he fondled her flesh, held within his vice grip, adding a random tug to stimulate her nipple, scraping the small bud between his teeth. He released her nipple, surveying his handiwork, and leant to the side, flicking at her nipple with the tip of his tongue, watching the sensation play out on Belle's face.

Happy, her nipple was hard enough, he grabbed one end of the nipple clamps and shifted his weight onto his right elbow. Using both his hands, Adam attached the tweezer clamp to her nipple, mindful of her being sensitive, his eyes darting from her nipple to her face, and adjusted the little ring on the tweezers, increasing the pressure on her nipple. When she hissed, he retracted the ring, being merciful, with it being her first experience of clamps.

"How does that feel?" Adam asked her, while he pushed himself up onto his hands, propping himself above her, visual inspecting the clamp.

Spying down at the tweezer clamp, Belle's brows were pushed together, forming a deep small line, as she answered him. "Like I'm being pinched."

Playfully, he tugged the chain attached to the clamp. Her body instantly reacted: her back arched up from the bed and her arms tugged harshly on the ropes. Smirking, he liked how reactive her body was to stimulation.

"That's exactly how it should feel." He disclosed as he positioned himself to do the same to her other nipple.

Her left nipple was already somewhat hard, so as he closed his mouth around it, Adam sucked and nibbled on it much harder than he had her other nipple. Her chest and legs immediately jumped off the mattress. He chuckled as he fondled the flesh of her breast, tugging the small bundle of nerves with his teeth. A small whimper of pleasure escaped from Belle, overlapping the flat thud of the ropes against the bedframe.

Once, he was satisfied her nipple wouldn't harden anymore, Adam clipped the other tweezer clamp into place. "Do they feel okay? Or do you want me to take them back a little?"

"No, they're fine." Belle said, her hips twisting under him, rubbing her thighs together, to alleviate some of the tension building between her legs.

"If they become painful or too much, let me know immediately, and I'll adjust them." He instructed as he climbed off of her and the bed, to the side where his wine and glass of ice were waiting, with the lower half of her body trying to follow him.

Frustrated, she groaned, rolling her hips back to the middle of the bed. Stood at the side of the bed, the left side of his mouth turned up into a sly smile, enjoying her impatience. Adam picked up his wine glass and sipped from it, running his gaze along her body. He'd dreamt of her in this position, quite a few times. There were several things, he wanted to do with her, regardless of whether she was ready for them or not. His hardness twitched at him contemplating and admiring her naked body.

After putting down his glass, Adam circled back round the bed and picked up the small flogger. He twirled the flogger via it's handle. Whirling the strands of leather in a slow, purposeful circle. Belle's wide eyes watched him and the flogger.

Twirling his left forefinger in the air, he motioned to her. "Turn over. There's enough slack to allow you to turn over, if you fold your arms above your head."

She didn't look convinced, but she struggled and did it, giving him one more disbelieving look over the nook formed by her shoulder. He ignored her look and kneeled onto the edge of the bed, bringing himself closer to her. Drifting his gaze over her, his aim for the flogger narrowed in on the rump of her behind. With a quick lung of his arm, the flogger glanced her right butt cheek, causing her flesh to ripple and Belle to squeak and rock her body away from him. The hit wasn't harsh. The soft leather strands thudded her skin, each one giving her behind a light repetitive tap, in one motion.

Angling his head to look towards her face, he asked. "How was that?"

Her eyes peeped over the hump of her shoulder at him. "It was okay." Her eyebrows twitched in thought. "I thought it was going to hurt."

"We'll build up to that." He lightly flogged her ass cheek again.

Her upper arm smothered her short groan. Inclining himself over her, he hit her left cheek with the flogger and then swiftly her right cheek again, counteracting her body's natural response to avoid being hit. He counted to two in his head and repeated the action, hitting her right and then her left this time. Giving her a second or two, then he alternated his strikes, keeping her on her preverbal toes.

As it went on, Belle's body relaxed into it, remaining still instead of avoiding the contact, and the shushed groans grew louder and became more of a moan. Impressed with how quick she adapted, Adam hit her slightly harder on his next flicks, earning him a jolt through her body and a louder moan. This time, he waited at least five seconds before hitting her in the same manner again with the flogger. Her bum cheeks clenched, tensioning her soft rumps. There was a sudden temptation to reach out and touch them, squeezing her clenching cheeks. Denying himself the indulgence, he swatted at both of her cheeks, hitting them both twice, doing a figure eight with the flogger. The four quick, decisive hits, had painted her ass in a light red and driven a moan of pleasure out of her, which had hitched in her throat on the third hit. The unexpected change had caught her off guard.

Adam exchanged the flogger between his hands and set it down on top of the ottoman, while he walked on his knees, taking up a position straddling the back of her legs. "Since you've been a good girl and didn't complain once, I think you deserve a little treat."

There were loose strands of her hair, obscuring her face as she craned her neck to see him. He wagged his eyebrows at her suggestively and slowly a smile grew on his face. Adam wasn't sure, if it was curiosity or if she was worried, what her treat would involve, but he didn't let it sway him. Gently, he soothed his hands over the curve of her ass, nursing the marks he had left with the flogger.

On the third swept of her cheeks, his eyes watched her as Adam clawed his fingers into her skin. The ropes vibrated with the tension, when she pulled on them and arched her back, lifting her head partially up from the cushion of her arms. He massaged her cheeks and paused to grip her cheeks, pressing his fingertips into them, indulging himself. Her head tipped forward, moaning at him grasping at her butt. Turning in his fingertips into her cheeks, digging in his nails, he drew them across the hump of her ass, producing a loud guttural cry out of her as she snatched the ropes, ducking her head into the space, framed by her arms. A little grin turned up the corner of his lips, while he caressed her backside, soothing the loud red lines he had scored into it.

Running his hands up her sides, caressing round to her shoulders, his hardness nestled itself into her ass as he perched himself forward to reach her upper back. Adam worked his hands back down her back, pressing his hands flat onto her skin, splaying out his fingers. A small contented sigh escaped Belle as he coasted his hands back up to her shoulders, skirting the tips of his fingers over her sides. As his fingers travelled over her ribs, she wriggled underneath him, when he touched a tickly spot. Angling his head, Adam noted the spot for later and dragged his nails down her back, giving her a tease of what she wanted. Belle started moaning as soon as she felt his nails on her back, pulled on the ropes, tensed her thighs under him and arched her back into his touch.

"Turn back over." Adam ordered as he playfully slapped her ass, making her whole body jumped at the contact, before he climbed off of her and moved to stand at the edge of the bed again.

Whilst she floundered back round onto her back, he picked up the crop. As soon as Belle was settled, he very, very lightly flicked the crop at her, hitting the mound of her sex, causing her to jump. Adam was so deft with a crop, he could whip the crop so hard but hit without hurting, allowing playtime to be very interesting. The anticipation of getting hurt, of being struck in such a manner, was sometimes more a turn on then the act itself.

"Have you been enjoying it, so far?" He asked, stroking the flap of the crop over her stomach and up to her breasts.

"Yes." Belle hissed her reply, because of the perfectly timed short tap, he gave her right nipple.

The flap of the crop dipped down into the valley of her breasts and up her left breast, and circled it around her nipple as he told her. "And if you don't like something, what do you say?"

"Book." She cautiously answered, closely watching the crop caress her nipple.

Adam flicked the crop, tapping her clamped nipple, earning him a sharp intake of breath and Belle jolting up, off of the bed. Trailing the crop along the chain, connecting both her nipples, he used the shaft of the crop to tug on it. Her chest barely rose off the bed, but the distinct biting of her lower lip, caught his eye. He did it again, tugging much harder. When her chest rose off the bed, Adam flicked quickly at both of nipples, thoroughly enjoying the way she squirmed, not knowing which way to turn. Her chest heaved in and out, whilst he stroked the end of the crop, down through the dip in her breasts. Before he ventured lower, Adam gave the undersides of her breasts a slap each, wobbling her supple mounds, which in turn jostled the tweezer clamps and generated a small groan from Belle.

Playfully, he dabbed the flap of the crop on her stomach, not hitting her with any force. Her stomach quaked each time it made contact. It amused him, like it always did, how her mind and body were anticipating each hit to mean pain. Out of the corner of his eye, Adam saw her toes curl up as he skimmed the crop down, pass her belly button, to the junction of her thighs. Her head crooked down, lifting her shoulders partially up from the bed, nervous and curious as to what he planned to do with it.

With her expecting him to hit her, Adam carried on down, caressing her with the flap of the crop, teasing it along the inside of the left leg. Belle's leg muscles flinched, when he neared the inside of her knee. He smirked, titling his head to the side, surveying the tip of the crop, tracing a path lengthways down her shin. The crop neared her ankle and he gave no indication of what he was about to, startling her, when he zipped the crop to smack into the side of her thigh.

"Shit!" Belle cried, throwing her left leg over her right, twisting as much of her body could, attempting to get away.

In turn, because of her turning away, gave him full access to her backside, which he took advantage, slapping the crop firmly at her left cheek and then her right. Remarking her ass with a dollop of red on each cheek. She whipped back quickly, rolling onto her back, preventing him from hitting her backside again. Indecisively, she fidgeted, pressing her thighs together, twisting one way, then the other, not sure how to protect herself.

"You can use your word, if you're not liking it." He reminded her.

Her gaze snapped up to him, determination shone in them. "No."

"Do I need to tie your legs down?" He questioned as he struck the top of her right thigh.

"No, I'm sorry." Belle apologised, even though her legs remained in their endless duel, fighting to be protected by the other leg.

"Open up your legs." Adam ordered.

The determined look in her eyes faltered, for a second, as she threw her gaze down to her legs, almost willing them to behave themselves. His brow raised, whilst she steadied her legs and slowly parted them. Lazing his gaze up to her face, he waited until she turned her eyes up to look at him.

"Wider." He urged, lightly tapping her mound at the apex of her thighs.

Belle squinted her eyes at him, as though she was about to protest, but her legs shuffled further apart, revealing the heart of her femininity to him. Even in the dimmed lights, her sex glistened with her arousal. Stroking the end of the crop over her mound and downward to her glossy folds, Adam titled his head, granting him a better angle to see as the leather flap caressed over her sex. The stimulation of touching her made her suck in a gasp, while the muscles in her legs shook, fighting the temptation to clamp together.

Rubbing the flap of the crop around the outer edge of her sex, teasing her, he swallowed, his mouth watered at the prospect of what was to come. With the crop, Adam threaded it through the folds of her pussy, smearing more of her juices over her, coating her clit and the flap of the crop. He hovered over her clit before giving it a soft pad. Instantly, Belle's upper body surged up the bed as she slightly tugged on the ropes. Tracing an anticlockwise circle around her centre, Adam briefly lifted the crop, simulating he was going to tap her again, grinning at her muscles clenching, her chest expanding with a held breath, preparing herself for the worst. He carried on, drawing the same path around her sex, patiently waiting until he could dip himself deep into her core, anticipating her to be hot and tight for him.

The flap thudded against her partially sheathed clit, elating a hushed groan from Belle, pushed out harshly through her teeth. Almost immediately, Adam swatted her small bundle of nerves again. She hadn't had the chance to breath in another breathe, so her moan sounded strangled as it poured out of her. Again, he hit her in the same point, choking another moan out of her, while her legs quivered, struggling to fight with her urge to close them.

"That's it, good girl." He praised, using the tip of the flap to caress along the crease of her right thigh, then traipsed across to her other thigh, repeating the action.

Sharply slapping at her inner right thigh, Belle's leg jerked away, bouncing wildly until it settled back into position. Allowing his gaze to travel up to her face, meeting her blue eyes. Adam gave her a moment to breath, to reconsider, to call out her word, whilst he painted an absent pattern on her stomach, heaving in time with her chest as her breath heaved in and out.

When her breath intake of breath was more subdue, Adam struck the inside of her left thigh, balancing up the markings on her pale skin. Both sides were marked with a blotch of red, which stood out, even whilst her leg bobbed up and down, shaking off the sharp snap of pain, cursing under her breath. The left side of his lips curled into a smile. He slapped near the red mark on her right inner thigh and as her right leg jumped, Adam hit her left inner thigh, marking both sides with another stain of red. Her legs snapped together, closing off her groin.

Slapping the tops of both legs, he ordered. "Open."

As quick as they had snapped together, Belle parted her legs, spreading them out on the bed, giving him access to her again. He swatted the crop at her clit, but only for show, softly striking her core. Mushing the leather flap into her, he applied pressure to her bundle of nerves, invoking a deep moan of pleasure from her. Adam moved the crop through her folds, dipping in, probing her entrance. Retracting the crop, raising it up to see the end of it, her gleaming juices thoroughly covered the limp leather flap. He titled the crop towards himself, bringing the end of it to his nose, and smelt her.

Then he extended the crop, presenting her with evidence of her arousal. "Evidently, you do enjoy being whipped, Miss French."

Tapping her mouth with the crop, dabbing her essence onto her lips, he instructed her. "Clean yourself off my crop."

Her brow pushed up her forehead, revealing thin lines in her skin, as her eyes focused on the end of the crop, held inches above her mouth. Her novice experience held her back. Her mind was no doubt arguing this was beneath her. She shouldn't do such a thing. It was exciting to watch her, his head angled to the side. His own mind was torn, wanting her to do it, to prove her misconceptions wrong, while he also wanted her to fail, giving him a reason to punish her.

Raising her head off the bed, Belle's decision had been made, pleasing and thwarting Adam at the same time. Tentatively, her tongue came out of her mouth and touched the smooth leather. Her tongue darted back into her mouth. A thought clearly passed through her mind as her eyes squinted at the leather flap hanging limp. Opening her mouth, straining her neck to reach, Belle swiped her tongue out, licking the moisture from the tip of the crop. She did it again, and again, and again, devotedly cleaning the crop for him. Entranced by the scene of her, Adam lowered the crop, allowing her to easily take the limp leather into her mouth, loudly sucking and licking the flap of the crop. He playfully tugged up on the crop, causing the shaft of the crop to strain, curving under the force of her sucking on the crop. Breathing in deeply, Adam pictured it was his cock inside of her mouth, being slurped and caressed with her tongue, sucked deeper her mouth, thrusting till the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.

"Enough." He commanded, himself as well as her, and she released the crop from her mouth.

The end of his right eyebrow flicked up, for a fraction of a second, momentarily stunned by her immediate compliance. It shouldn't have dazed him. She hadn't once, refused do anything he had suggested or had done to her. Just something in that moment, caused him to abruptly take notice of her obedience.

Adam discarded the crop, joining the flogger on the ottoman, and climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her parted legs, viewing the wetness making her cunt glisten. Craning her neck, she watched him scoot back on his knees, bending forward at his waist, lowering himself to sink down between her thighs. His arms snaked under her legs, wrapping round her, pulling her nearer, straining her arms with the ropes. She groaned as her legs drew up, parting to him, stretching herself wider for him.

Spurred on by her eagerness, his fantasies, an animalistic need for her, he buried his face straight into her pussy, plunging his tongue into her entrance, lapping as deep as he could reach to suck her essence from her core. Belle let out a loud, guttural cry. Her feet wedged into the sides of his chest, her shins squeezed him, while her hips jutted up, fleetingly smothering him with her sex. Placing a flat hand on her lower abdomen, Adam pinned her down, while thrusting his tongue into her, nudging her clit with the end of his nose. It was his turn to groan - enjoying the taste of her, liking her legs clamping his chest, adoring the zealousness of her hips. Hungry for her and impelled, Adam licked the flat of his tongue up from her opening, through the lips of her sex and finished the stroke with a flick at her clit, earning him a very hearty groan from Belle, her body twisting and writhing. He nestled his mouth around her clit, teasingly flicked his tongue, back and forth, across her small bud of nerves, before he avidly sucked on it.

"Oh…. God!" She cried with her whole body tensing.

Her clit popped from his mouth, when he pulled his head back and eyed her swollen bud, nestled in its sheath. Unwrapping his right arm from around her leg, Adam licked the length of her vulva with the flat of his tongue, circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, in a leisurely pace, then repeated, whilst he tucked his arm into a comfortable position underneath himself. This time, as he lapped the sheath of her clit, he used his fingers to push back the outer covering and deliberately revolved the tip of his tongue around it. Belle's right leg pulled up, hooking the back of Adam's left arm, using it as leverage to pull him closer. Her attempt to urge more out of him, he ignored, continuing at the same pace, only increasing the pressure when he saw fit.

Adam sustained the laps he was making of her clit, whilst he drew his fingers down, through her folds and moaned as he inserted two fingers into her tight opening. She was sopping wet for him. Wet, tight and clinging to his fingers as he delved into her slick channel.

"Fuck!" Belle moaned out loudly, nearly stifling the creak of the bed.

Thrusting his fingers, in and out of her, he sucked her shrouded clit into his mouth, using his teeth to unsheathe her, and teased at her bared bud of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Belle's hips began to buck against him, even with him restraining them with his other hand. Her legs waggled, hitting him and opening out, losing control over them. Adam groaned at the fresh wetness seeping down his fingers. He really had to fight the urge, to pull out his fingers and lap up every trace of her arousal. The smell of her grew stronger and was not helping his inner turmoil, either.

He maintained the pace with his fingers, while he released her clit and unhurriedly licked the length of her cunt in time with his thrusts. Her hips, his hand and his tongue – All fell into time with one another. Looking up the expanse of her body, Adam could see her chest rapidly heaving in and out, her stomach drawing up, exposing the edge of her ribcage as she breathed in, filling her chest. He could feel her muscles surrounding him and see the ones in her stomach, stiffing and flexing uncontrollably. She was so close. Snaking his hand up, which had been clamping her hips down, Adam clasped the chain connected to her nipples and pulled on it as he hungrily engulfed her clit into his mouth, sucking harder than he had been doing, increasing the pace of his fingers.

"SHI…T!" Belle's voice broke as she came, her curse becoming nothing more than a loud, drawn out moan.

Quickly, he released the chain and withdrew his fingers from her, and buried his face into her pussy, licking and sucking at her opening, wanting all the luscious hot moisture escaping from her. Her hips snatched back from him, but without the aid of her arms, Belle couldn't get away and his face remained submerged in her. She tried to roll her hips, the sensation too much post orgasm, but Adam couldn't stop himself. He wanted all of it and more.

"Please!" She pleaded, squeezing him with the calves of her legs, her thighs squishing his face.

Adam relented, but selfishly took one last lick of her. Pushing himself up, he sat back onto his heels, taking in some deep breaths, while he looked down at her, glowing in her aftermath of an orgasm. She rolled nearly onto her side, pressing her hips together, biting into her lower lip. Her lower left leg draped across his lap, whilst she lay there, recovering.

"Roll back onto her your back." Adam told her and waited for her to do it, in no hurry as he caught his own breath.

Her leg slid back off his lap, flopping flat onto the bed, when she did as he had instructed. All her limbs were slack and the ropes lifeless on the bed. Crawling forward, positioning one leg over her left thigh, straddling her to get closer, Adam leant over her and unfastened the clamps. She sucked a breath in through her teeth, both times her nipples were released, her eyes closed as her head lulled to the side, basking in the feeling of her nipples being freed. Bracing himself above her, Adam gently sucked her left nipple into his mouth, softly caressing it with his tongue, and then did the same to her other nipple, soothing the soreness of her hard nipples. He wasn't doing anything, intentionally, to make her groan, but she did, whilst he nursed her red engorged nipples.

Adam climbed off the bed and unbuttoned his trousers, slipping them off with his underwear, and laid them onto to the chair with their other clothes. Trekking round to the other side of the bed, he picked up his glass of wine, sipping from it as he sat on the bed, and picked an ice cube out of the other glass. Carefully, he touched the ice cube to her nipple, just using the very edge of the ice cube, soothing the redness in her areolae. She jerked at the coldness touching her nipple. He smiled, moving the ice cube onto her other breast, rubbing the cube around her nipple.

"Can I have a sip of my drink?" Belle asked, nudging her head in the direction of her drink.

"Here." He swapped his glass and ice cube, between his hands, dumped the ice cube back in the glass and helped support her head as he put the rim of his glass to her lips. "You can finish mine."

She drank it down, licked her lips and smiled her thanks as he took the glass away, returning it to the bedside table. "Thank you."

"No trouble." He waved off her appreciation, while he got up and climbed back onto the bed, retaking his position between her spread legs.

First, he picked up her right leg, propping her foot onto his shoulder, then picked up her other leg, slinging that one onto his opposing shoulder. Angling himself forward, Adam slipped his hand between them and lined himself up to her opening, pushing himself into her as he leant more of his weight onto her legs. Her head inclined back, pushing down into the mattress, moaning at his cock entering her. He groaned, when he was fully sheathed inside of her, enjoying the heat of her hot core surrounding his length and her inner muscles clenching at him.

Angling her legs away from his chest, almost folding her body literally in half, he grasped the back of her knees, holding her in the position, and rocked back on his knees before quickly thrusting forward into her. She moaned and pulled on the ropes. Steadily building his rhythm, Adam pumped his hips into her, pitching himself forward to surge deeper into her. He grunted, each time his balls hit her backside.

"Harder." Belle urged.

Adam obeyed, slowing his pace to allow for harder thrusts, slapping their hips together, pounding his balls into her. Ignoring the different sensations, building him to his release, he let go of her leg and reached round her leg, and grasped her breast, pinching her sensitive nipple. She whimpered before it grew into a moan, the pain in her nipple heightening the pleasure from him pounding into her. Pulling on the ropes, Belle's chest raised off the mattress, compressing her breast into the palm of his hand. He really liked how her body reacted him, always eager for more stimulation, whether it was pleasure or pain he was giving her. It would've been so easy to lose himself to her. Letting his darker side have full reign. Though, he still wasn't sure, if her mind was ready for that, yet.

Her knees clutched down, painfully pressing the heel of her foot into his left shoulder and pulling down on his other arm, her left leg flopping in time with his thrusts. The muscles in her inner walls began to pulse around him, while he watched her pant for breath, her breasts hastily rose and fell. Caressing his hand down from her breast, wrapping his arm completely around her thigh, Adam sneaked his thumb in between her legs and teased at her clit, increasing her pleasure. Her chest heaved, taking in large exaggerated breaths, before she held her breath and harshly bit down into her lower lip, whilst her channel burst with warmth and her walls clenched around him, a combination which served to suck him deeper as she orgasmed.

"Yes!" Belle finally cried and encouraged him to keep going, in a maddening chant of 'Yes!'.

Throwing her legs to the side, forcing her to twist her body, Adam clutched at her top thigh and relentless pounded himself into her, causing her to cry her chant louder, adding in the odd curse. Her welcoming warmth, the delicious suction created by her hot juices, the intense grip of her inner walls, drove him mad. Their skin slapped against one another. Her wetness squelched as he wildly hammered himself into her, digging his fingers into the flesh, no doubt leaving more marks on her skin. Knowing next time, she saw herself in the mirror, she would be thinking of him, of what they had done, of what they would do next, broke his control and he spilled himself into her, thrusting every last bit of his come inside of her.

Adam slumped forward, hastily catching himself, propping his hands either side of her, bracing his weight from squashing her. Gasping for breath, he felt a drip of sweat rolling down the bridge of his nose and saw it hanging on the tip of his nose, threatening to drip down onto her perfect skin. Another drip ran down his face, taking a path down the right of his face, trailing down his temple to his jawline, and instantly dripped off onto her twisted side. The drip on his nose fell off his nose as he pushed himself back, sitting back onto his heels.

Before he got off the bed and shifted to sit beside her on the edge, Adam swiped at his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, blowing out a breath. Untying the rope from her wrists, he then lazily reached over her and untied her other wrist, throwing the rope clear of the bed.

"How was that?" He asked, inspecting the pink rings around Belle's wrists, from where she had been heavily pulling on the ropes.

"Definitely eye opening." Belle confessed, dreamily looking up at him.

Reaching for her nearest hand, Adam cradled her hand in his and traced the line etched into her skin as he questioned her. "The whipping wasn't too much?"

"I…" She paused with her eyes going up to the left as she considered her answer, biting her lower lip. "I never would've thought, I'd enjoy it, but I did after the first few smacks. Although, I much prefer the crop to the flogger."

"Interesting." He commented, sounding distracted as he scrutinised the redness of her nipples.

"When you tugged on the clamps," Her eyes rolled back at the memory. "That was just… The pain of my nipples with you sucking and fingering me, totally blew my mind!" She shared with him, reaching out to touch his bare thigh.

Softly, he smiled at her, when he saw the smile on her face. "Was there anything, you didn't enjoy?"

"Nothing, I didn't enjoy. Though, I wasn't keen on the flogger, but I wouldn't say no, to you using it again." She admitted to him.

"If you're not keen on it, then I won't use it again." He told her as he stood up and turned, offering his hand out to her. "We'll take a shower and then I'll put some cream on your nipples and your wrists."

Belle's smile widened as she keenly took his hand and climbed off the bed, aided by Adam. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he escorted her into the bathroom, pleased how well she had taken and enjoyed tonight's activities. As he left her to turn on the shower, the jets instantly spraying him with cold water, his mind was occupied with conjuring up their next evening and the ways he could push her boundaries. Though, she had been sceptical, people could experience pleasure from pain, and had admitted she, herself, had found pleasure in it. Adam hoped, as they progressed, further pushing her boundaries, her opinion would become more assured and not be spoilt by her fear or ignorance.