A/N: I am so sorry for posting this so darn late. I know I've kept you all at the corner of your seats for far too long. Here is the new update. I do hope you like it. Love Joanne.

"Are you alright?" asked Mr. Gold. "You seem… perturbed?"

"I'll be okay," I sighed. Mr. Gold led me to a closed door, and rested his hand on the handle.

"I want to warn you first," said Mr. Gold in a serious voice. "I respect boundaries, and I am not going to push you to do something you do not want to do."

"I understand," I said nervously, wondering what in God's name was behind the door. Blow up dolls? A table with bonds for feet and hands?

The door opened, and my eyes widened. In the middle of the room was an enormous four poster bed that looked quite comfortable. It was covered with a black comforter and matching black and white pillows. Silky black curtains lined the four poster bed, giving off an air of darkness and temptation. At the foot of the bed was a black yoga mat, and off to the side was an open closet. It was filled with different types of blindfolds and handcuffs. I bit my lip as I looked at the swing that sat immobile across the adjacent side of the room, and my heart began to race with anticipation of what was to come. I was both nervous and eager to get started.

"Come," said Mr. Gold as he gestured me to follow him. "This is what I will have you usually do. Kneel down on the mat and stay there until I instruct you otherwise."

I knelt down, feeling quite vulnerable, and was surprised to find the mat was very comfortable. It was made out of a body conforming agent that was soft to the touch, and kept me still. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked quietly.

"Sh," said Mr. Gold. Before I knew it, he had put a velvet blindfold over my eyes, and I felt more vulnerable than ever. "What I want you to do is just feel. Don't speak. Don't think. Just feel."

I closed my mouth and wondered what the heck he was going on about. "Give me your hand."

Shakily, I offered it to him. Warm breath met my palm as he seductively kissed it, leading a hot trail down to my left wrist and arm. My heart thundered in my chest as he kissed down my opposite arm. He hovered over my right wrist, his thumb caressing my pulse point. "You're trembling, dearie."

I bit my bottom lip nervously and nodded once in agreement. "Your biting your lip," said Mr. Gold seductively in my ear. "It's driving me crazy."

I blushed as he took my hand and kissed my palm. My hand caressed stubble, my thumb gently skimming over his contrasting soft lips. "Miss Belle," breathed Mr. Gold. He took off my blindfold, and helped me up off of the floor. "Would you like to continue?"

"Y-y-yes please," I stammered nervously. I blushed again, and looked down at my feet.

"You don't ever look down," said Mr. Gold quietly. Gently, he curled his finger, and lifted my chin to look at me. "You are the daughter of a governor. You should not look down at your feet."

Rumplestilzkin decided to not pursue Belle and her odd memory that she had given him. From that moment on, she had not given him anything too terribly interesting. A moment where she picked apples in autumn, a birthday in which she received her first horse, her first jewel necklace. It was nothing to him.

It was strange though, thought the beastly Dark One to himself, Belle had become more appreciative since he had given her her own room. She had become more dedicated in her chores, and smiled more often.

But then, one day, Belle gave him a memory that startled him.

He fell through the dark wisps of memory, and realized with a sudden jolt, that he was looking at a memory of him and Belle.

"Have you always been alone, Rumplestilzkin?" asked Belle to the Dark One as she sat on the windowsill with her book while he spun at his wheel.

"For a very long time," said Rumplestilzkin. He watched as the wheel spun, making him forget the pain and heartache.

"You must have planned to have me come here then," said Belle softly. "I mean, you must have been terribly lonely, all alone in a large empty castle. I mean, anyone would be lonely."

There was an uncomfortable silence between them. "Why do you spin so much?"

"It's relaxing," said Rumplestilzkin. "Would you like to try?"

Belle got up gracefully and walked over towards Rumplestilzkin. He stood up, and gently sat her down on the small seat before the spinning wheel. "Now, your hands need to feed the straw through here," said Rumplestilzkin as he guided her hands. "Careful, we don't want to tangle the gold thread at the end."

"Yes," nodded Belle. She spun the wheel carefully, and soon, gold thread appeared at the end. "I did it!" She smiled brightly at Rumplestilzkin.

Then the image began to warp and fade, and soon the two were in Belle's new bedroom. Belle lay there naked before the Dark One, like a sacrificial beautiful virgin to sate a ravenous, lustful beast. Rumplestilzkin watched with wide eyes as he saw himself kissing the beauty, and running his hands all over her body. "That never happened," thought the Dark One as he watched as a vision of himself making passionate love to Belle. The sounds of their lovemaking, like a euphonious orchestra, made his blood run hot, feeding the growing bulge in his tight black leather pants. He felt strange, like he was a voyeur, yet not.

The vision shifted again, and Rumplestilzkin cursed. "Oh gods!" moaned Belle as she lay back in her bed. Rumplestilzkin's jaw dropped to the floor. The beauty was alone in her new accommodations, and, currently, pleasuring herself. Her breaths came in quick pants as Rumplestilzkin continued to watch her. "Oh gods, yes! Oh gods, Rumplestilzkin!"

The Dark One paused after hearing his name mingled with her coos of pleasure.

With the snap of his fingers, Rumplestilzkin was teleported back into his tower. "So," he said to himself with a small smile. "The princess desires me…" He chuckled to himself, a sound that wasn't his usual high pitched chortle or sarcastic snicker. "Oh, dearie me. What ever am I going to do now?"