A/N: this is a continuation from chapter 35, where Elsa goes to Belle's home. I've got the inspiration to write it from the song below. If you want, take the time to listen to it and read the english lyrics. It's by Bangtan Boys.

Warning: Belsa, anal fingering whatever the fuck thats called.

Chapter 6: House of Cards

"Elsa…" she sighed, her fingers in my hair and I had my lips pressed to her neck, my palms hugging her waist underneath that flimsy shirt. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I could not feel myself weeping.

She whined, and sighed into my touch. Her stomach raised and I was just a ball of heat, waiting to be released. "It's okay," she whispered and then, out came a gasp as I landed a rough squeeze on her breast. "Oh god… ah…" she sighed.

I continued kissing that one red mark, teeth nibbling so roughly, I swore I saw blood. Her moans echoed through her dark room and all I could feel was the heat- whether it was anger, or arousal, I wouldn't know.

Bell wrapped her free arm around my back, searching for a way to get me naked. I stayed on top of her, finding her legs slowly opening and I pressed mine between hers. She moaned so beautiful, her head arching back so sharply. I wondered if I could make her snap.

"Elsa, please…"

I breathed against her neck, my tongue flatter against her throbbing redness of that one spot. "Not tonight," I mouthed. She swallowed a groan.

Slowly, I began sitting myself up on her stomach. I tilted my head, hands gliding back down to me. My eyes dilated so much, there were nothing but darkness and the coldness. Fringes fell down to my forehead loosely. Bell stared, mesmerized.

"Elsa…" she started, her voice hoarse and so wonderful. Hands slowly glided down to my thighs and she held it there. I made no response, and stared down to her daring hands.

I grabbed my tie and loosened it off of me. And we watched as I took my belt off as well. I got off the bed, watching her look at me with such an unbelievable confusion. Her nails left long strand of scratches, and I didn't wince a bit. And I could feel nothing.

All I could do was stare emptily at the woman below me. She was breathless, and was left speechless.

Quickly, I took her arms and raised it above her head. Her fingers balled up in a fist, nails biting against her palms. I glowered, taking my tie and wrapped it around her, once, twice, until she was bounded in my arms. "Don't touch," I mouthed, her lips trembling. Whether if it was from the adrenaline… my confidence… or should I say, change, I wouldn't know.

She didn't say anything, eyes up to mine and we could feel each other breathing. "Elsa…"

I ran my fingers down her arms and to her waists and she shuddered so sweetly. Her sigh sent chills down my back and she arched forward where her stomach were pressed on mine.

But I didn't sway. Getting off of her, I turned her over to her stomach. "On your knees." I muttered, and I sensed nothing but emptiness in my voice. Could feel nothing, perhaps.

She didn't and immediately, I leaned my front on her back. My hand slid up her bare back, fingers teasing with each and every touch. Suddenly I grabbed her hair, tugging her head back. Belle gasped, breath caught from her throat.

"Don't…" I whispered to her ear. "... Make me repeat myself, Belle." With my other hand, I began caressing her ass, massaging in circles. And she sighed, head pressed on her pillow and her arms raised over her head.

Slowly, without a word, she got herself on her knees. Her eyes moved and I could feel her caressing my body as I unbutton my shirt, sliding it down my shoulders. My eyes were blue and cold like the waves in the ocean going with a storm.

Belle was breathless-and she looked breathless. I stared down from her gorgeous neck… her preciously, flawless, small of her back… her curves… her ass. My heart stopped as she moaned out to my fingers running down the middle of her back. "Oh Elsa…" she sighed, turning her head up and her eyes closed.

I grinned and lean against her, placing my hand on her bottom and another around her waist. Taking a deep breath, I could smell the sweet, sweet scent of her… and a faint smell of sweat… and me on her. I breathed lightly, and I craved for a piece of her.

Gently, I pressed my lips against her neck and she moaned into my ears sweetly-

SMACK!

Pulling away immediately, her gasps were filled with surprised when I landed a full blow on her rear.

I stared, expression unchanged and quickly, I grabbed her hair. Her head tilted up and her chest heaved out with each breath taken.

"She left," I whispered to her ear.

SMACK!

"Are you glad?"

SMACK!

Tears filled my eyes and she was on all fours, arms supporting her weight. Her gasps turned into moans and pleads.

"I'm yours again," I breathed and the words ghosted around the room. It lingered. It stayed and I'd stay.

SMACK!

She was red, and she was breathing heavy, body covered with sweat and red slashes. I gripped tightly on her hair, leaning into her ear. She tilted her head and gasped desperately for a breath. "Do you like it like this…? On all fours… like a dog… begging for its owner."

"Elsa…"

I grabbed her jaw and turned her to face me abruptly. "I'm your mistress tonight, understand?" She shuddered and nodded.

"Yes, ma'am…" she replied so helplessly, so hopelessly. Satisfied, I let her kiss me and I could taste her sweetness.

My hand on her rear roamed down to her thigh, caressing back up. She bucked her hips, and I could already feel the moisture… the hotness from what was between her weak legs. It ached for me, and for more. "Don't move," I whispered to her. She obeyed and only squirmed so little while I breathed into her. I kissed my way down the small of her back, my free hand holding her waist.

"Oh god…" she moaned. I picked my eyes up to the back of her head. And she'd been tilting her head… as if it'd get her somewhere. But she was here and trapped in my arms.

I landed another smack on her reddened cheeks. Playfully this time. She groaned loudly and much of it was blossoming with pleads. "G-Godsss…" she swore delightfully. A side of me was delighted to see her this way-a way where she could have me… where I could give her pain and the pleasure.

Somewhere in between, I craved for her. Her eyes glistened helpless through the moonlight that shined in brightly, and tears filled her brown pupils. Her fists tightened, body trembling as it seemed to be at the brink of breaking.

Tilting my head curiously, I heard her mumble. "What was that?"

She mumbled again.

I almost smirked as she seemed embarrassed. My fingers slowly came dangerously closed to her heat and she nearly cried out. The only thing that came out was a whimper. The smirk turned into a growl of frustration. I'd never gotten this much of a frustration from her. Not even from Anna.

"Please!" she yelled. My eyebrows raised in shock and unexpectant. "I need it…"

My lips let a string of chuckles fall. "You've had everything… even me… yet, you want more?"

"Please…" Her face flushed and tears stained her cheeks. Pathetic.

"Who do you think you are?" My expression fell.

Silence. And I didn't need her to say anything. Neither would I'd like her to think that we were right to be together.

The next thing she knew, I had my thumb grazing in circles on her clit. The long strings of moan cried out so desperately, it seem forced. I leaned myself on her back, taking her chin in my palm to tilt her chin up. Her eyes met mine, yet the desperation found in it did not make me waver.

Damn you.

"M-Mistress… ahh… hgn…"

Mistress, hm?

I gave her the most timid grin. "You want this don't you? To get fucked by your… submissive…? Well, ex-submissive."

She struggled to speak as I had my hand under her jaw. And suddenly, my two fingers made its way deep into her sex easier than I'd thought and she was wetter than I'd expected. I smirked, and felt her clench down on my fingers that curled. She wasn't going to let go.

"P-Please…"

"Is that all you can say?" I loosened my grip and she gasped a breath.

"F-Fuck me, please…"

I shook my head, eyes darker than her brown eyes, and it was filled with the lust that I had for her. "Not there." I pulled my fingers out immediately after having them in, for not even 30 seconds. She moaned in confusion and anticipation that'd been crushed.

And immediately that stopped and the silence was deafening. I stared close at her reaction as I let go of her jaw.

"O-Oh god, not-"

SMACK!

Belle gritted her teeth, hiding the muffled moan of pleasure or pain.

Slowly getting in front of her ass in the air, I had my palms on her still-red cheeks and spread. Gods…

I heard her breathing heavy and she turned back to see me, eyebrows raised and hands caressing her stinging skin gingerly. She shook her head, in fear… or maybe she'd never done this-oh, but this was a lie. We'd done this plenty of times before Anna. I'd rather found it adorable when she refused to do anything, but I knew, she'd gladly take the chances on the inside.

"P-Please…" she pleaded.

Maybe a little encouragement would do?

I leaned down and kissed the middle of her back, lips floating down and breath ghosting along until it reached her tailbone. Her moans were insatiable but her desperation was not gone. "Relax…" I sighed into her hotness of her skin. She shivered and her teeth held her bottom lip tightly.

And slowly, she let herself do just that. A cool hand against her hot skin stroked up and down her thigh. I stared at the gaping hole between her cheeks and slowly my middle finger covered it. She tensed, and slowly loosened up again as I drew tender circles around it. She sighed with ecstasy. It was a good thing her juice was dripping down her thighs-when had it ever been a bad thing?

"Relax…" I repeated in a hushed, reassuring tone. Her palms were white and she gripped onto the pillow harder than before.

I was patient and when she finally did relax, my finger slipped in-I hummed at the feeling of her tightness… her, clinging on my finger and it was never letting go.

"Mm… ahh…" Belle moaned and her hips jerked forward. Her body tensed, wet and sticky from… sweat or her juice. My finger stayed in, curled up against her tightness but I wouldn't move.

A part of me wanted to fuck her senseless until she could feel nothing but the aching pleasure the next day. I grinned at the thought of her the next day… motionless in bed.

Her moans echoed deliciously, her back curving with pleasure. I wrapped my arm around her waist, and slid my front up behind her.

She shivered, feeling my lips pressed so gently… so hot on her skin. Slowly I pushed my finger in even more.

"Elsa…" Belle sighed, her head tilted with my nose breathing into her neck. She gripped hard on the cover

"Oh baby…" I whispered, running my hand up and down her side. She bit her lip, eyes closed so blissfully. Slowly my middle finger began thrusting in and out and my free hand roamed to her breast.

"Oh Elsa… ah… E-Elsaaaa…" she cried and really, tears squeezed out of her pupils. I kissed her neck, my breath ghosting gently up to her hair-she smelled wonderful.

The sound she made was exquisite and I was in ecstasy and drugged from her relishing moans.

I continued thrusting my finger into her, and her hips began moving. "Elsaaaa… ah… hah… mm…" she bit her lip, head pulled back.

"You like that, don't you?" I whispered to her ear, a chuckle rumbling deep below. "Don't act as if you've never done this before… you've done this plenty of times with me. To me."

She groaned loudly. "Yes!" and her head fell back to the pillow, her ass raised up in the air. I felt her shiver and suddenly she gasped, as if her breath had been taken away.

"Oh God…" she whimpered and nothing could please me to see her almost at the edge of pleasure and contentment. Suddenly, I wasn't so tired anymore and I stared into her begging eyes.

"What…?" I murmured, bare from any emotions and my eyes reflected the moon and the sky.

"P-Please… I…"

I raised my eyebrow and felt the tightness growing even tighter. Already? I almost laughed, but I only smiled.

Slowly I leaned in… her breathing rushed against my skin-flushed, but not at all hot-and I pressed my forehead on hers, her eyes still and fragile on mine. Staring down to her lips, it trembled for more… for release… perhaps, fear?

Leaning down, my lips gently pressed down on hers and she sighed so beautifully. I was sure her heart was caught up in her throat and my body could feel her heart fluttering.

I caressed her breast, and the thrusting continued with a slower… gentle pace. She tasted sweet and I could not get enough of her sweetness.

Mine.

With I pulled away, my blood rushed and slowly my head spun, my body warming in an increasingly high pace.

A growl rumbled in my throat and staring at her, her gaze was hypnotic. Lustful. Longing.

Pleading.

I breathed into her and whispered, "Come."

With a scream that'd shatter the windows, she was in her little paradise of white hot pleasure. It was heaven and it was a drunken little paradise.

I held her waist, finger losing its pace, as long as her screams continued… and it ended. My gaze was intense, but my throat was dry.

Her high ended with ragged breath and a beating heart. Immediately, she plopped herself down to her stomach and I laid to my side, staring at her warmly.

I ran my fingers through her hair, wet from sweat.

She picked her eyes up to me. "I didn't know you could do that…" she breathed.

I smirked. "I can do a lot of things… even the things you've done to me."

Belle laughed too and held my hand after I released her from her bounds. She put her fingers between mine. "You're back."

"I am."

"I'm happy that you are but…" Immediately she took flipped me over to my back and she was on top of me. I stared, startled at the fast and sudden movement. Her eyes changed from loving to lusting… and my heart stopped.

She tilted her head, hair going to one side. Her hands were on my stomach, legs to my sides. The adrenaline was back with a side of fear.

"... but you're in no position to take my role."

"Belle…" I grabbed a handful of her thigh and immediately she grabbed my hand. Her grip tightened and I grimaced in pain.

"So now… it's your turn to get on all fours."