A/N: Kind of sad that this wasn't as long as I hoped it would be. Oh well. I enjoyed writing this because this was the whole reason why I chose to pair Once Upon A Time with Fifty Shades of Gray. It wasn't just to write an erotica. It wasn't just for the bondage. It was for the emotionality that both Mr. Gold/Rumplestilzkin and Belle bring forth. They are far from being static, one dimensional characters. Like Belle describes love, there are many layers for people to uncover, and what I do is uncover them as I perceive them. You will see what I mean as you read. Sending all my readers warmth, love, and all the best. Joanne.

I gasped loudly as he tore off my work shirt, then angrily began to unzip my pants. "You are going to pay, Miss French," he growled hotly in my ear as he thrust me up against the register. I heard him unzip his pants as soon as mine hit the floor. "I'm going to fuck the life out of you. You will not gain satisfaction, but you will be unable to walk for the next few days, a day if you are lucky."

"Cameras!" I hissed as I pointed to several cameras that were currently filming us. "Do you really want Mr. Clark to review the damn tapes?!"

"I'll be taking those tapes," smirked Mr. Gold. "I'll keep them as a… ah, memento."

He hoisted me onto the conveyer belt, then he thrust his throbbing and hard member into me. The register shook as he fucked me hard and raw, his groans of pleasure animalistic as he quickly began to reach his peak. I moved my hips against his, trying to reach my orgasm, but his warm hands stilled my hips as he pumped frantically into me. "Gold," I cried as his hands gripped my waist tightly. "Please!"

"No," he growled angrily as he continued his relentless fucking. He let out an ungodly moan as he emptied himself deep inside me. "You will get no satisfaction from me today. Now, put your damn clothes on!"

He barked orders as if he was a drill sergeant. I whimpered at his harshness, then stumbled to the floor as I tried to get my clothes back on. My legs were like jelly, and I had to use the side of the belt to help keep my balance. "Stay where you are, I'm going to get the tapes."

I remained by the register, unable to move and sore. I began to sob, and I began to make my way towards the door. "I'm sorry," I said loud enough for him to hear. "I wasn't cut out to do this!"

With all the strength I had left, I unlocked the door, and threw open the iron curtain before walking as quickly away as I could.

"Who is Mila?" asked Belle as she sank to the floor. "Please, don't be upset."

"The worst thing that had ever happened to me!" shouted Rumplestilzkin angrily. He stood up suddenly, causing the former princess to jump. He kicked the chair that she had previously been sitting on, sending it flying several feet with a crash. "SHE WAS MY WIFE! MY WIFE! AND THE FUCKING BITCH CHEATED ON ME THE WHOLE TIME!"

Belle slowly rose to her feet, and tried to put a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged her off. "If you tell me about it, maybe it will make you feel better," the beauty said softly. "I can imagine that you've been keeping this inside for years and years, and that's not healthy. You need to talk to someone. Please, tell me what happened."

"Why would a princess care about a former peasant's whore of a wife?" growled Rumplestilzkin angrily.

"Because it pains me to see you like this," said Belle. Gently, she touched his face. "Please, tell me."

The Dark One sighed. "It's a long story… Follow me. I'd rather we sit in comfort than stand in misery."

Belle followed him into his bedroom, and the two of them sat down on the bed awkwardly. "Go on," she probed.

"Before I became… all this," gestured the imp. "I was just a plain old man. I was married to Mila because of an arranged marriage. She was a beautiful thing. Long raven hair that was always cast behind her and eyes like two gemstones…"

"But she was not as beautiful on the inside," continued Rumplestilzkin with a heavy sigh. "At the time, I thought nothing of Mila as a person. I felt no attachment toward her, I felt no love for her, only lust. That was one of my biggest regrets. I should have seen her for the LYING WHORE SHE WAS!"

"Sh," soothed Belle as she tried to calm the Beast. "It's okay. I'm here for you. You're doing great. Just take a deep breath, and then continue. You'll feel much better."

Rumplestilzkin did as he was told, and continued. "I was overjoyed when I found out she was pregnant. Even more so when the babe was a boy. She let me name him, and I called him Baelfire. Bae for short. He was aptly named, for he was the fire and joy of my heart. I loved him more than anything. And it was shortly after he was born that Mila began to disappear…"

"When Bae was three, she left for good. I told the boy his mother had died, but I knew where she was… Oh yes, I knew. She frequented bars, drinking and gambling every last penny we had. And when she had nothing left to gamble, she gave herself up. I was the laughingstock of town, as if I couldn't have been humiliated enough…"

"Then, one day, after I had received my powers, I went to find Mila only to find her with that sailor she had met at the bar. 'I've been much happier with Killian than I ever had been with you,' the whore said. 'Besides, at least he's not a pathetic gimpy ex-soldier turncoat who can't pleasure a woman properly.'"

The water pitcher that sat by the bed was suddenly hurdled across the room with a loud crash! "And that wasn't the worst of it all!" he howled in rage. 'Oh, and by the way, your precious Bae is NOT your son. I fucked around. Can't blame me, look at you, you pathetic, sad excuse of a man!'"

"No," said Belle as she stayed his hands in their path of destruction. "No more." She gently kissed him, then pulled away to gaze into his eyes. "She was wrong. She was wrong to hurt you like that. You are not pathetic. You are wonderful."

"You've no idea of what being wonderful entails," snapped Rumplestilzkin. "You've been tortured for however long by that bastard, and you say I'm wonderful. You don't even know me, dearie."

"Then let me know you," said Belle as she caressed his face tenderly. "Let me into your heart. I'm not like her. I was wrong to leave like that, but I'm me, and I will not hurt you like she has. You have to learn to trust me, like I am learning to trust you. It's not going to be easy, and it won't be gained overnight, but it will be built over time."

"Beautiful and wise," said the Dark One as he ran his hand through her hair. "Gods, Belle."

He pulled her into a passionate kiss that left both of them wanting more. In silent understanding, the both of them shed their clothes quickly. This time, Belle sat on top of the Dark One, looking like an angel from heaven as she rocked herself against his thick and throbbing member. The deal maker watched in ecstasy as her voluptuous breasts bounced with every movement she made. He pushed all thoughts of his pain away, and focused on the beauty that was atop him, softly cooing her pleasures. I may not enter paradise, thought the Dark One to himself. But this, right here, right now, is the closest to heaven I will ever get.

The angel astride his lap cried out in pleasure as she came with him, their bodies entwined as one as she fell onto his chest in exhaustion. Both of them were covered in sweat, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. "Thank you," whispered the calmed, subdued Beast.