A/N: I want to thank all those who have kindly cared so much for my welfare regarding Hurricane Sandy. It's touching how much I matter to you, my wonderful readers. I had been without power since Monday at 9pm. I finally received power at 5:45 this evening. I am proud to say that I have been writing despite having no power and no heat. My hearts go out to all who have lost someone or lost their homes. It is truly devastating how much people have lost due to this hurricane. I pray for all those who have lost everything, and those still without power. Have faith, be strong, and things will get better. With the love and care of so many people, we will rebuild and be stronger and better than before. Lots of love and prayers, Joanne.
"How knowledgeable are you in the art of dance?" asked Mr. Gold as he twirled me around the dance floor.
"Enough to know more than just ballet," I said with a smile. "And for your information, you'd better invite me back here again."
"Oh, dearie," chuckled Mr. Gold. "I only want you as my dance partner from now on. You're the only one, apart from Rosalita, who can match me in my dance skills. But, I cannot pretend I have any feelings but mutual friendliness towards my dance instructor."
"And… you have feelings for me?" I asked, blushing.
"You do something to me, dearie," said Mr. Gold as he pulled me flush against his body. "No doubt about that. I'm still trying to figure you out."
"Before we do anything," said Belle breathlessly, halting Rumplestilzkin from opening the door. "I need you to promise me you will not hurt me. Promise me, Rumplestilzkin. This is all I ask. I will not renege on our deal, but I do want to ensure my safety."
"I would never be an animal like that bastard. I swear by my powers that I will not hurt you."
His hand was on the doorknob as he opened it to reveal a magnificent bed with luxurious black silken sheets and matching pillows. Black curtains framed the enormous bed, and as he led Belle closer to it, she felt a sudden thrill of excitement and lust coarse through her veins.
"Let's set the mood, shall we?" the imp said with a telltale smirk. With the wave of his hand, the room was filled with hundreds of lit candles, giving an ambiance of sensuality.
The beauty took in her surroundings with awed cobalt eyes. It was while she was mesmerized that the Dark One began to bind her hands to the bed post. "What are you doing," Belle cried in a panic. "You swore you wouldn't hurt me!"
"Hurting you is not my intention. But I can't have you run. So this is what we must do. After tonight, I dare say, you may be craving for more. "
Belle whimpered as the deal maker magicked her clothes off. His eyes raked over her creamy white skin, focusing on her perfect, large breasts. His gaze traveled down to her nest of brown curls that hid her sex. His member throbbed in anticipation, and this time, without magic, Rumplestilzkin began to take his clothes off. He undid the buttons on his dragon hide vest slowly, building anticipation. Belle's heart pounded in her already heaving chest as the fiend threw both his vest and shirt to the floor.
Ever since Belle had grown fond of Rumplestilzkin, she had always wondered if his gray gold skin covered his entire body. She got her answer just as he undid the front laces on his tight black leather pants, and stepped casually out of them. She bit her lip as she took him in, his beautiful, lithe body that was covered in gray gold skin that seemed to glow a golden hue in the candlelight. The former princess lowered her gaze, trying not to stare too intently at his already hard member as she stood there.
"Before I begin," said Rumplestilzkin huskily. "I need to know one thing. Are you a virgin, or has that monster taken your maiden hood from you by force?"
"I am still a virgin," said Belle as he slowly walked over to her. "My father had Sir Gaston swear by his sword not to take my maiden hood by force or otherwise and if he did, he would forfeit his life and his kingdom. But that never stopped him from-"
Belle blushed a deep crimson, and a small tear escaped from her eye. "What is it?" asked the Dark One. "What did he do?"
"He forced me to... I didn't want to do it! I begged him not to! You have to believe me! I would have never done it if I could have fought him off! Oh gods forgive me. No drop of water nor oil could ever wash away the filth of Gaston's cum from my lips."
Rumplestilzkin twisted his hands into angry fists. With a curt nod of his head, Belle's restrictions disappeared, and she stumbled slightly, but was quickly righted once more when he caught her around the middle.
"You are not to blame, dearie," spoke the imp softly. "It was wrong of him to violate you like that. I would never make you do anything you don't want to do."
Soothingly, he placed his palm against her cheek, and Belle closed her eyes as another tear escaped and fell down her already flushed face. She took a deep breath, and opened her eyes. "Make me forget it. Make the pain go away."
He kissed her gently, as if he was kissing a China doll that might break under his touch. She pressed her soft body against his, reveling in his warmth that radiated from his golden hued skin. His warm hands wrapped around her back, pulling her closer. Belle, unsure of where to put her hands, cupped his face, caressingly. "Tonight, I will treat you the way a woman should be treated for her first time. I may be what I am, but I still have my humanity."
He carefully picked her up, and laid her on the black silk sheets. Her cobalt eyes glittered with tears as he got into bed. He kissed her tears away, a silent promise that he would try his best not to cause her pain. He began to caress her breasts, massaging and teasing her nipples to a tightened peak. Soft, beautiful moans escaped the beauty's lips as the imp worked his hands slowly towards her quivering core. Once he had reached her treasure of curls, he gently parted her folds before entering a nimble finger into her.
"Dearie, dearie," panted Rumplestilzkin. "Eager are we? You're already slick and wet for me. Now, now, we mustn't hasten this. I will need you primed and ready, so we can lessen the pain a bit more."
Belle watched as Rumplestilzkin's eyes glittered black as his fingers teased and pleasured her. "Gods!" the beauty cried as she rocked into his touch. "Please, don't stop!"
"Oh, I'm just getting started my little nymph," said Rumplestilzkin huskily. His fingers halted their pleasuring as he withdrew them to taste her nectar on his fingertips. He moaned deeply as he withdrew his finger from his mouth with a small pop. He licked his lips seductively. "Delectable."
Belle whimpered at the loss of his pleasurable touch. Rumplestilzkin was ready to oblige her. "It will hurt a little, but not intentionally. I promise, I will turn your pain to pleasure."
He gripped her hands as he started to guide himself to her entrance. Slowly, he eased himself into her soft, wet folds. He let out a guttural moan as she clenched around him deliciously. Rumplestilzkin looked into her cerulean eyes, gaging how she was doing. He had not yet fully entered her, but he wasn't going to ravish her, and take his fill and leave her unsated and sore. No, he would wait for her to give him the green light to proceed.
"You aren't hurting me," said Belle softly. "Please, I need you."
It was just what Rumplestilzkin needed to hear. He slowly buried himself into her wet folds as Belle began to moan loudly. Slowly he began to find the right pace, rocking into her sensitive bud, knowing he was giving her as much pleasure as he was receiving from her. Belle's body glowed as her hands squeezed his, telling the Dark One of her impending orgasm. "Oh my sweet, darling Belle," crooned Rumplestilzkin as he too reached his own peak.
There was a blinding flash of light as the two of them became overtaken by pleasure. With a deep groan, he emptied himself deep inside of her. Panting, the Dark One looked back at the beauty, and his eyes widened.
Belle's body glowed from the aftersex, almost as if she was a radiant star. Her brown curls shone like silken strands, her eyes glittered like two sapphires. The deal maker was baffled, confounded, and slightly amused. What in heaven's name did he just do?
Dance class commenced, and Mr. Gold and I began to walk out of the dance studio. I felt better than I ever had. It was as if he had awakened something inside of me, something that had been buried deep beneath the recesses of my life essence. I never wanted this feeling of happiness to end.
"Would you like to have a nightcap at my place?" asked Mr. Gold as he opened the car door for me. "It's been quite a night, and you look like you could use a drink."
"Why not?" I replied as he got in beside me and started the car. In a few minutes, we were back at his gay little pink house, and as I mounted the stairs, I tried not to laugh too hard. "What are you serving?"
"Heineken," said Mr. Gold with a smile as he handed me the slim green bottle after he had popped open the top. "My personal favorite."
I took a sip and tried not to gag. I wasn't much of a drinker, and I definitely did not care for beer very much. "Delightful," I said with a forceful smile.
"You were wonderful tonight," said Mr. Gold, a hint of seductiveness in his voice. "You know what they say, 'if you're good on your feet, you'll be great in bed.'"
"I-I'm not familiar with that adage," I blushed furiously. I took a deep pull from my Heinekin, and prayed it would give me courage to not look like a foolish ingénue. Oh liquid courage, I thought to myself. I could use a heaping dose of you right now…
"Well, I can assure you it is very true, well at least I can vouch for myself."
My heart thundered in my chest. "And y-you would like to get s-started?" I stammered, the Heinekin bottle shaking in my hand.
"Eager are we?" sighed Mr. Gold with an all too telling smile. "I'd love to show you how a real man pleasures a woman, if you'll follow me. Mind you, you are free to stop me at any moment if need be." With that, I followed him down the hall.