Belle

I've mostly been a… kept girl. I was always home by 4 and reading seemed to pass my time. I didn't have any friends outside of school. My mother always told me it was because the other girls were intimidated by my beauty. It was even my name. And because of that I suppose I didn't learn quickly enough about what most teenage girls my age knew. My parents always redirected my eyes when sexual situations occurred in movies and shows. I'm 13, I suppose it was a valid reason.

But it was as though I was freshly born into this new world that my father introduce me to. Passion, pleasure, fire. It was all so new to me. Especially this new feeling I felt. Shunned. He threw me into all these unknown feelings, providing me only a spark before dousing out the flames of my newly found desires with his rejection. Then refusing to even tell me why. I leaned against the wall outside of my parent's room trying to calm myself down. After gathering all the courage I needed, I was rebuff by him. I thought this was what he wanted. I thought he wanted me. When he touched me last night, he gave me everything I wanted that I didn't know I needed in a matter of minutes. It was the best night of my life.

When my father told me to go to my room that night, I did, but I didn't go to sleep. I couldn't, I was still too alive in my euphoria, my body was fluttering and I wanted more. I touched myself like he taught me and found another release while picturing my dad playing between my legs. While I was at school I couldn't concentrate, I was only focus on what I wanted. I wanted him. I wanted him to show me more. I wanted my father to show me everything. That's why I came to him, ready to reveal my feelings. But he told me that I didn't want it. Would I have been there if I didn't? I know what we did was wrong. Father and daughter should not be together the way we were that night. But then why did it feel so right? Why did I want it so bad?

And now I've made a fool of myself by trying to kiss him and he didn't even want me anymore. I picked myself up from the wall and continued my sad walk to my room. My light footsteps allowed me to pass by Regina and Henry's room undetected, although, my sister always slept with her television on. When I got to my room I threw myself on the bed and groaned in my pillows. My parts below were aching and I didn't want to use my hand, I wanted my father to. I tossed and turned for about thirty minutes trying to deny my wants, praying for a miracle. Nothing seemed to work so I reached for my phone to let social media distract me until I drifted to sleep.

When I swiped my phone's screen to unlock it, I noticed an email in my notification bar. When I lower the drop down bar to see who sent it. It read the name, Rumple Gold. My dad emailed me, my chest felt heavy as I tried to cling to the last bit of hope that my father would reconsider his assertion. It took me a moment to open the message as my nerves got the better of me. But I wanted to be brave, if he didn't want me, I could at least have the courage to accept it and try to forget about that night. I exhaled and clicked the email from the notification bar.

Are you sleeping Belle?

No I can't seem to go.

Neither can I. May I come to your room? I need to talk to you.

Daddy you don't have to explain it to me. I get it.

No Belle, I don't think you do. We need to talk about it.

I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to be rejected twice in the same night, but he's still my father and to tell him no didn't seem right.

Ok.

When I heard the door hinge unlatch I quickly tensed up. He was wearing black pin-striped silk pajamas, a couple of buttons were open at the collar to reveal the smooth skin of his chest. I was petrified when he entered my room and came to sit next to me on my bed. I didn't want to be scolded for having this attraction for my father. I didn't need him to remind me that last night was a mistake.

"Belle I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." He said without even looking at me. He wasn't sorry. "But you are my daughter.

His excuse was reasonable, but if he didn't want me anymore he could at least explain why he did at one point.

"Then why did you touch me?"

"Because I'm a weak man, a coward." His words were filled with sadness.

"No you're not." I assured him. "You wanted something that was unobtainable and you got it. That took strength."

"And I made myself a monster in the process."

Is that what he thought? Did he think I felt like he was a monster? He couldn't be further from the truth. He's not a monster. He's my savior.

"I don't see you as one."

He chuckled to himself and shook his head. "I know you don't, and I still don't understand why."

"Because you're not and I want this, don't you?"

"I do." He said with his head bowed. You don't have to be ashamed, I wanted to tell him.

"Well if we both want something, we should just do it." I tried to explain.

"Why do you want this so bad Belle? I'm your father and what you're asking for is dangerous."

Perhaps that's exactly why I wanted it.

"I don't care about that."

"Why not?"

"Because no one gets to decide my fate, but me and I'm done with letting you find excuses to deny me of what I want." I took him by the hand placed it on my chest, above my heart. "I want you to be more than just my father. Daddy I want all of you."

It was as though he was blown away by my declaration. He looked down at his hand resting on my chest and began to move it inside my gown. His touch was breathtaking and I soon began to feel myself pool below. He pulled the straps down from my gown causing it to slide down my body to gather at my waist. My arms automatically flew to my chest to hide my shame from my father. But he only smiled and played with my hair, pushing it off my shoulder to rest on my back.

"If you want all of me, you're going to have to give me all of you."

I gave in to the tranquility of his words and dropped my arms giving him all sight of me. I was expecting him to turn away in remorse that it was his own daughter's body he was witnessing but he didn't. He only looked me over with roaming eyes.

"Belle you're so beautiful."

He slowly leaned into me, closing the gap between us and joined his lips with mine passionately. I loved kissing him. The smell of his after shave and the taste of spearmint on his breath sent the blood rushing to my core. His hands found the inside of my thighs. I open them further to give him better access to me and felt his fingers find their way to my heat. He used slow circles to send jolts of pleasure through my body. His lips were still on mine as I moaned in his mouth and my hand found its way to his hair to card my fingers through it. I always loved my father's hair. It was longer than most men and soft with streaks of pepper that only made him look more distinguished. I took my hand from his hair to let it rest on his pants above his groin. I felt something firm there and began to rub it to see if he liked it. He jerked his lips from mine, leaving me craving his kisses. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth while removing my hand from his tender area.

"Belle." He said exhaling.

I had the decency to blush, everything that was happening felt so right and the way he said my name only brought me conformation that he was feeling it too.

"Daddy."

"Yes Belle."

"I –I want to call you by your name."

"I think you've more than earned the right."

"Rumple." I tested my father's name on my lips, it didn't feel right, but what was right about any of this.

His laughter calmed my nerves only slightly. He stood from my bed and took to his knees to kneel before me. Then my father clutched both of my legs at the thigh to spread them open wide. I leaned back on my elbows to watch him work his magic on me. The goose pimples raised on my skin from the cold air in my room brushing my center, chilling me to the bone. I felt his fingers opening my folds, probing within me . What was he looking for?

"Belle you are amazing. Everything's still intact."

"What do you mean Rumple?"

"Your hymen, it's beautiful."

"You mean because I'm a-a virgin?"

"Yes sweetheart."

And then I realize. I could show him that I didn't want to be (t)his little girl anymore.

"I don't want to be one after tonight."

"If that's what you truly want." He said with an are you surelook in his chestnut eyes.

I only nodded. Perhaps even a little unsurely.

He dropped his head to look hungrily at my glistening mound. He began to taste me, flicking his tongue on my bud sending my head reeling back in pleasure. My hand buried its way into the sheets before taking a fistful of it as he continued to outline me with his mouth. It felt as though he was worshipping me. Was it because I was a virgin? It didn't matter to me, I was glad he saw me as a beautiful pristine creature. My legs began to tremble as he took hold of my clit with his lips and drank me empty. I was giving him everything I had and I knew I needed to let myself go when I felt my hips began to jerk involuntarily. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the waves of pleasure that my father sent cascading through my body. It was difficult trying to hold in my moans as low whimpers still escape my lips. My father kissed my flower once more before making his way back up to place a kiss on my lips. I loved the way I taste. I even licked my lips to taste myself again. He pulled away from me to pull down his silk pajama bottoms and underwear. I heard him fumbling with a piece of wrapping paper that I could only guess was protection. He paused before looking back up to me with doubtful eyes.

"Belle, I need to know the truth." He said looking at me using his serious father face. "I can leave your room right now and we won't ever have to speak of this, ever again. Just tell me. Are you only allowing me to do this because I'm your father and you feel you need to?"

"What? No, this is what I want." I knew I had a choice, and I chose him.

"There's no coming back from this Belle. Are you sure this is what you really want?"

"Yes." I said it quickly.

I was ready. I had to be. So I could show him that I wanted to take the next step. He exhaled before taking hold of my legs to nestle his self between them letting them rest on his hips. I wanted to see what he looked like down there but my room was dark and I didn't want to ruin anything with my childish curiosity. His breathing was shaky and I felt his hand tremble as he reached down between us. I felt something dull rub me there. It was different from his tongue. It was much bigger and felt very strange. Be brave Belle.

I felt my whole world go silent when my father filled me. I cried out at the intrusion, but he quickly used his hand to cup my mouth closed to muffle my shouts.

"Shh. Shh. It's alright Belle. You're doing so well, the hard part is nearly over." He whispered in my ear with his hand covering my mouth, placing open lip kisses on my neck just below the ear. "Don't wake your sister sweetheart."

He pulled out of me a small amount and slowly returned back inside me, this time he burrows in further. My muffled sobs didn't even echo the room under his large hand. I closed my eyes tightly the pain was so uncomfortable and my lower back even began to hurt. I reached up to his hand that was shielding my mouth and held to it unyieldingly so to keep my wails quiet from my sister's ears. He withdrew from inside me again and plunged back in me deeper than ever. Our middles were flushed. And the pressure in my pelvis slowly began to let up. He looked at me with worry in his eyes. Why was he so conflicted within himself? This is what I asked for. I told him I wanted it.

"Is it too much Belle?" He whispered softly.

He removed his hand from my mouth to let me speak but I didn't have the words, only heavy panting as I tried to allow myself to adjust to his girth.

"We can stop."

"No."I cupped his face with both of my hands and kissed him deeply, using my tongue like he showed me.

His hips began to rock as he pumped himself inside me. With every thrust the pressure diminish and my pleasure began to swell. It was nothing like I've ever felt before. It was almost like that first night, but the sensation I felt was deeper. A yearning he had all control over. He was hitting every mark, every spot within me. Nothing was left untouched. I heard his soft grunts with every stroke he made and it was like cooing to my ears. I suppose I was being greedy, but I wanted more, I wanted him to go faster. I wrapped my legs around his back and gasped when I felt him reach deeper in me. He pulled away from my lips to look at me.

"Good girl. Very good girl." He said giving me a fiendish grin.

I smiled while biting my bottom lip seductively at him. I couldn't keep my moans quiet any longer as he continued to show his commitment between my legs. He hastened his pace and my mind went blank as he took all control over my pleasure. I completely forgot that it was my father, Rumple, pleasing me and assumed it was some divine ethereal soul that was blessing me with my fulfillment. I felt the walls of my essence tighten and release around his member. I heard him whisper my name when I arched my body into his while I reached my peak. His thrusts became rugged and I saw his eyes shut closed as he reached his, still repeating my name in a breathy voice. He fell on top of me breathing heavily. Did I do everything right? I thought to myself as I stroked his hair to bring him back down to earth. He lift his hips up to reach between us to unsheathe himself from me and when he pulled his hand up, I saw the crimson red streaks of blood mixed in with my fluids on his hand. I noticed a look of what have I done etched across his face when he saw it too. He stood up over me and lifted me up from the bed into his arms. He carried me out my bedroom, quickly and quietly making our way to his room, then to his en suite. He sat me down on the toilet while he went to fill up the bath tub. Once the water was ready he held out his hand for me. I place my hand in his and he helped me into the bathtub.

"Thank you." I said looking up to meet my father's amber eyes from the low vantage of the bathtub. For everything I thought.

"I'll go get you some more clothes." He turned on his heels and left me.

The water was soothing and I instantly relaxed. Did I do everything right? I kept asking myself. He didn't say, he didn't say anything really. Did he change his mind about me? My thoughts were torturing me, but I continue to bathe myself until I was clean and the blood was no longer there. I exited the tub to dry myself off, wrapped the towel around my body and left the bathroom.

When I stepped out the en suite, my father was sitting on his bed with his head down in one of his hands. I did do something wrong.

"Daddy?" He flung the hair back from his face as he picked up his head to look at me. "Did I do something bad?"

"No, of course not Belle you were perfect."

Then why do you look so sad? I wanted to ask him, but I knew the answer. He was disappointed in himself for wanting me, his daughter. I can't say the same thing about myself. I love my father for what he has shown me. If this were Game of Thrones no one would think twice about it if we were Wildlings or if our last name were Targaryen. But this was real life and he could get in serious trouble for what we've done.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me.

"Hungry."

He smiled and left me in the room alone. I saw the new pajamas he brought me folded on the bed. After getting dressed, I jumped into my parent's bed to wait for him. About ten minutes later he was walking in with a grilled cheese sandwich and a Coca-Cola. He handed the can to me and placed the plate on my lap so he could crawl into bed next to me. He also had a bottle of ibuprofen. He opened it, giving me two of the pills.

My father sighed. "Belle we really need to talk about this."

"I know Rumple. I won't let Mommy find out about us."

"Wait. So you want this to continue?" He said giving me a look that was a mixture of shock and confusion.

"Yeah don't you? Or have you changed your mind now?"

He took a long pause before he answered. He blew out a breath and looked away from me as his speech began to falter.

"No. I- I'm just afraid."

I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly when I saw the tears fall from his eyes. As bad as he wanted to go back to what we were, father and daughter, we couldn't. Not after tonight and I didn't want to. I wanted him to just accept the fact we were meant to be more.

"Don't be daddy. I won't let anything happen to you."

And I wouldn't. I wouldn't let anyone take him from me. I'll lie to everyone, including my family, if I needed to. I'm going to protect this secret. I was going to protect my father.