A/N: Sorry for the wait. I've been going nuts with holiday shopping, school, and work. I'm going to try my best to keep updating, but I never have the time. Plus, even though I am not an old bag, I've been so tired all the time. Credit goes to Kate Chopin. I own nothing, remember that. You'll see what I mean. Enjoy! Love, Joanne.

"Is it warm in here?" I asked as we drove to his house. "God, I need to get this dress off, and fast!"

"All in good time, dearie," choked Mr. Gold. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he pressed on the accelerator. Soon, we were at his gay little cupcake pink house, and he whisked me into his arms, carrying me up the front steps.

"Damn this leg!" he cursed as he opened the front door and walked in. He carried me into the nearby guest bedroom, and I all but tore off my dress as we devoured each other. "You have no idea how much I want you," hissed Mr. Gold seductively in my ear. "I want you to pleasure me. Right now."

His hands were on my back, unclasping my bra. It fell to the floor on top of my dress in a heap, and he began to tease and knead my breasts. I arched into his amazing touch, and he stopped. "No," he growled. "You will only get pleasure when you pleasure me."

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" I asked nervously.

"On your knees," he said coldly, and it hit me as to what he wanted. I submitted before him, and watched as he unzipped his pants, exposing his thick, hard member. "Pleasure me, and you will receive pleasure. Failure to comply will result in consequences."

I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue at his tip. His breath came in pants as I pleasured him, taking him deep into my mouth. "Is that good enough for you?" I asked in a seductive voice before returning back to my endeavors. I sucked him hard, hollowing out my cheeks.

"God, Belle," moaned Mr. Gold. He growled, and then picked me up and threw me down on the bed. "Now, because you followed the rules, you shall receive pleasure, my dearie." His hand brushed my slit, rubbing and teasing before he entered me with his tongue. I arched in pleasure as he worked me with his tongue, licking and teasing my sensitive bud. I cried out as I reached my peak.

"Fuck me," I said in a raw, lusty voice. "Now!"

"I don't need to be told twice," growled Mr. Gold as he began to roughly fuck me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he drove deeper into me, and he began to kiss my breasts, playfully teasing my nipples by biting gently on them. "God, you are so tight and perfect for me to fuck. Come for me, Belle."

"Oh God," I moaned, inching rapidly to my next orgasm. "Gold!"

"Belle," he hissed as he pounded me faster and faster. With a deep moan, he emptied himself inside me as we both reached our satisfaction. "You are so incredible, dearie. Please end all of the doubting and sign my contract. Make it official. If you do, we have a lot more fun in store. Just think, I could bring you pleasure beyond what you have ever dreamed. You'll live in comfort and achieve orgasm every fucking time… Well, unless you need to be disciplined, of course. Please, sign."

"I'll sign," I said breathlessly. "I'll do it. Where's the contract?"

Mr. Gold got up from the bed, and walked out into the hall. After a minute, he came back holding an all too familiar piece of paper and a fancy looking fountain pen. "All you have to do is sign on the dotted line, and we have ourselves a deal, dearie."

"Sounds wonderful," I sighed as I signed my name.

"Excellent," said Mr. Gold as he placed the paper in a nearby drawer. "You have not made a mistake, Miss French. I am glad you came to your senses."

"Me too," I said sleepily as I began to slowly drift off into slumber.

BOOM! The thunder rolled outside the Dark Castle, and the startled princess almost knocked over the Dark One in her fright. "Careful, dearie," said Rumplestilzkin. "Don't want to damage the goods here."

Belle let out a small, nervous laugh as they entered his bedchambers. His bed was quite ordinary, and she was surprised that a man known for his extravagancy he did not have such a luxurious bed. "Come, lie down," beckoned the imp as he patted the bed. Belle nervously crawled under the covers, pulling them up to her chin. She was quite cold and scared, but she felt much better being in the presence of Rumplestilzkin. "You are a strange one, aren't you?"

"I'm not strange," said Belle quietly. "Everyone is afraid of something. I'm sure you are afraid of something."

"Yes," said Rumplestilzkin as he sat on the edge of his bed, gazing out of the window at the storm. "I like terrible storms like this. Reminds me that there is something more powerful than any of us. Nature."

"Have you ever read King Lear?" asked Belle, sitting up in the bed. Rumplestilzkin turned to look at the beauty in his bed. "Lear was an old king who had to learn the hard way who he could trust and not trust. His own wicked daughters threw him out into a terrible tempest, and this storm reminds me very much of Shakespeare's play."

"I remember King Lear," said Rumplestilzkin. "He made some poor deals with the wrong daughters. But it just goes to show you, you invest yourself in the wrong sort, you end up destroying yourself. And it was a lesson Lear had to learn the hard way."

CRACK! Belle jumped and whimpered as lightning flashed outside the window. "I hate storms!" Belle said as she pulled the covers over her head. "Nothing good ever comes from a storm!"

"Au contraire, dearie," said Rumplestilzkin, his eyes twinkling. "You are forgetting one of my favorite stories, written by Kate Chopin. I believe it is called "the Storm.""

"I don't believe I've read that one," blushed Belle. "Father never really cared for me to read promiscuous books."

"Well, I suggest you find it in your library and read it," said Rumplestilzkin as he sat closer to her. He brushed a stray curl away from her face. "It's about a storm similar to this one, but it is more of what the storm can do to humans. Sometimes such turbulent weather can bring about passion. Let me recite some of it for you so you can get a clear idea."

"They did not heed the crashing torrents, and the roar of the elements made her laugh as she lay in his arms. She was a revelation in that dim, mysterious chamber; as white as the couch she lay upon. Her firm, elastic flesh that was knowing for the first time its birthright, was like a creamy lily that the sun invites to contribute its breath and perfume to the undying life of the world.The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached. When he touched her breasts they gave themselves up in quivering ecstasy, inviting his lips. Her mouth was a fountain of delight. And when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life's mystery."

BOOM! The beauty jumped again, but this time, she pulled the Dark One into a deep kiss. "I'm beginning to understand Chopin a bit more," said the beauty as she took off her dress. "Kiss me."

Rumplestilzkin climbed into his bed, and held the beauty in his arms as he kissed her luscious lips, working his way down her neck to her voluptuous breasts. Belle eased his vest and shirt off, stroking her hands up and down his chest. She took her time as he hands slowly traveled southward towards the growing bulge in his tight black leather pants. The suspense was killing both of them as she slowly undid the laces of his pants, releasing his thick and hard member. He guided himself into her opening and entered her slowly, looking deep into her eyes as the two of them began to make love. Outside the storm was still raging, and the lightning continued to flash, but the lovers who were entwined in the bed took no notice.

For they didn't know that the storm was a preview of the worst that was to come.