"Why of all people did you choose me?" There was a silence that overcame the room after I had spoken so boldly. "I want to know the real truth. You could be more satisfied with someone way more willing than me. Why did you pick me?"
"I saw something in you that I haven't seen in a long time," said Mr. Gold. "You are like a spark to my powder keg. You cannot deny that when we come together we ignite and explode. There is something about you that I have never found in my old submissives."
"Willingness," I said. "I'm not as willing to do everything you ask of me."
He chuckled lightly to himself. "Whether you realize it or not, we are all capable of doing things we normally wouldn't do. You don't know until you are pushed."
"Don't push me, Gold, you may not like the end result."
"Oh, I would love to see what you can accomplish," said Mr. Gold as his hand cupped my face. His thumb rubbed against my cheek in small, soft circles. It was slowly driving me wild. "I'm sure once we get into the full swing of things, we'll see how far you will be willing to go with me."
I bit my bottom lip, trying to stifle a moan, but he gently pulled it away. "If you weren't such a tease and were making me wait I would have you right here on this floor," said Mr. Gold huskily. "When you bite your lips… You look ravishing."
"So, what else can we do since I told you that you will not be having me until I leave my job?" I asked, a hint of defiance in my voice.
"Oh, Miss French," said Mr. Gold in a dangerous, warning tone as he closed the distance between us, picked me up, then slammed me into the wall. "I must stop that mouth of yours. You are getting fresh."
His lips, warm and insistent, were on mine. I threw my arms around him instinctively, molding myself against him. I could feel the hardness in his pants against me, and teasingly rubbed against it. He growled and slammed me against the wall. "Do not tease me, Belle. I do not like to be played with."
I shook nervously, my legs felt like jelly as he let me go. "You must be punished. You are not in control. You must learn to let go of your will. Get over here. NOW!" He sat down on the couch and slapped his lap. I went over to him, and before I knew it, he had thrown me across his lap. SLAP! I cried out as his hand came down across my ass hard. SMACK! The second was harder than the first. SMACK!
"Please!" I cried, my eyes brimming with tears. "Please stop! It hurts!"
Mr. Gold's hand froze in midair. He sighed, and slowly got up, leaving me lying on my stomach on his couch. "Let me get you something for the pain."
I wiped the few tears that were creeping down my face before he could come back and see. "Have you always been this way?"
Mr. Gold came back with a small ice pack, a glass of water, and two aspirin tablets in his hands. "Not always, dearie."
Building up the courage to even admit to Belle that he was sorry for hurting her was as difficult as a camel walking through the eye of a needle. He was a coward; once a coward, always a coward.
Rumplestilzkin walked back to his castle, and decided to relax himself in the library he had created for Belle. He casually plunked himself down in the wing backed chair, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Belle crept out of her room, glancing both ways as she made sure that the master was no where to be found in the hall. She walked quietly to the library, and began to examine the shelves for a book to read. She didn't notice that in the chair seated close by the fireplace was the very man she longed not to see.
Belle ran her fingers over the spines of the books until she finally settled on the perfect one. She removed it from the shelf, sat down on the windowsill, and began to read. While she read, she hummed softly to herself as she turned the pages.
"Belle."
She looked up from her book and froze. "R-rumplestilzkin?" she called out quietly. Gently, she closed her book after marking her place, and climbed off of the windowsill. She looked around the room for any sign of him, her anxiety growing. Was he invisible, waiting to pop out and get her? Was he toying around with her, and just throwing his voice around? Where was the Dark One?
The beauty jumped once she had found the master of the castle snoring lightly in the wing backed chair. "Rumplestilzkin," said Belle, gently waking him up. "I think you should be in bed. It's not right to sleep here. Don't want you to get sick if the fire blows out."
The Dark One grumbled to himself, and got up from his chair. He looked up at Belle, and jumped. "Belle!"
"Yes?" asked the beauty.
"There is something I have to say before I leave you for my bedchambers," said Rumplestilzkin. He took a deep breathe. "I know I hurt your feelings. I haven't been very open with you and explain why I am this way. It's very difficult to trust people, especially after Milla."
"You can always trust me," Belle said as she threaded her hand in his. "I promise."
Rumplestilzkin gave her a small, warm smile. "I was wrong to scream at you for the holiday decorations. It made me remember the good times I had with my boy, and brought back all of the good memories of long ago. So, Belle, what I'm trying to say is… I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"
There it finally was. The Dark One, the most powerful, evil creature in the world was apologizing to a former princess. Belle's heart fluttered in her chest at his apology. It almost made her weak in the knees. She turned to look Rumplestilzkin in the eyes, and saw that he was sincere, and her heart melted.
"I forgive you," said Belle before kissing the Dark One softly. "Good night."
. . .
Things between Belle and Rumplestilzkin improved over the next few weeks. The Dark One lessened his demands on the beauty's chores, and gave her more freedom to walk about the grounds and enjoy her library. He loved finding her outside, sitting on a blanket, her back leaning against the tree as she read her book.
As he watched her do her chores and read, something bestial stirred inside him. It had been months since he had last been sated of his desires. He had held himself back from taking the beauty forcibly with every ounce of his control. Late at night, he would wildly stroke himself, seeking out his release, but it would not satisfy him. He longed to enter her, relished her tightness and wetness, but knew he could never ask it of her, nor take it by force.
On one hand, the all powerful Rumplestilzkin could conjure up any wench who would satisfy this bestial desire that was rising ever closer. There were scores of women whom he could bring to his bed to quench his desires, women who had experience giving pleasure to men. But… He did not want some gutter trash woman who had countless men before him. No. He only wanted her. And so, Rumplestilzkin and his desires were left unfulfilled and unsated.
Belle on the other hand began to enjoy her freedoms, and loved to explore the castle's grounds. She loved to read outside, and when she tired of reading, laid back on her blanket and gazed up at the clouds above.
After a while of neglecting some of her chores, Belle decided to bunker down and spend the day cleaning. She opened the door to one of the many rooms in the castle, and walked in, gently placing down her mop, bucket, and duster. Inside the room were many objects covered in sheets, cobwebs, and most of all, dust. "Goodness, I've never seen so much filth," coughed the beauty as she blew the dust off of a nearby lantern. "These sheets will need to be washed. They look terrible. Well, what's this?"
Belle gently pulled the sheet off, revealing a very large mirror. Dust flew everywhere, temporarily causing her to cough and sneeze. She stepped closer to the mirror to examine it, and saw a flicker of a face in the upper right-hand corner. She touched the cold glass, and froze as if someone had magically cursed her.
"Who are you?" said an icy cold feminine voice. "What are you doing in the Dark Castle?"
Belle's heart pounded in her chest nervously. "ANSWER ME! WHO ARE YOU?"
The beauty whimpered as a shot of pain went through her body, causing her cry out and fall, releasing her hold on the mirror. Rumplestilzkin, who had been nearby, ran into the room after hearing her fall.
"What's going on?" asked Rumplestilzkin as he saw the beauty's tear strewn face. Belle shakily pointed at the mirror, and the Dark One's blood began to boil. He quickly turned his back to the mirror, and focused on Belle, who was still on the floor. "So, you've uncovered my mirror? I assume you've talked to her?"
Belle nervously began to scoot slowly away from him. "What did you tell that she-devil? What did she ask of you? Speak!"
Belle opened her mouth, but no sound came out except a small little squeak. "Tsk, my little servant. You'll have to pay the price for what you've done… And I will thoroughly enjoy this…"
The flame of his desire burned deep within him as he picked Belle off of the floor, stood her on her feet, and tore her gown off, leaving her trembling in her underclothes. "You want a show?" he growled as slammed the beauty into the mirror. "I'll give you a fucking show."
His hand traveled to her panties, shifting them aside to slip two fingers into her as his thumb teased her sensitive bud. Belle bit her bottom lip as he undid her corset, freeing her breasts. With one great yank, he ripped her panties to shreds, giving him easier access to finger her. With his free hand, he yanked her hair, turning her neck to the side as he whispered hotly in her ear. "You will look at yourself in that mirror!"
He spun, and leaned against the mirror as he continued to finger her tight hole, pumping faster and faster. Belle's eyes began to close as she felt herself getting close. "NO!" growled Rumplestilzkin as he yanked her hair harder. "Open your eyes. Look at yourself in the mirror. See what I am doing to you. I want you to watch as I make you come."
Belle panted as Rumplestilzkin relentlessly teased her. Just as she was on the brink of orgasm, he withdrew his fingers. "Delicious, my pet," said the Dark One as he sucked her juices off of his fingers. The beauty moaned at the loss of her pleasure and release, and was rewarded with a smack across her bare ass. She winced and whimpered at the impact. "Don't worry, my little slave. I'll have my cock in you soon enough."
He unzipped his pants, unleashing his already thick and hard member. He grabbed her around the waist, wrapping her legs around him as he began to roughly enter her. "Don't you fucking close your eyes!" he growled as he fucked her. "Watch as I make you come. Watch as I fuck you raw!"
Belle watched helplessly as she became washed in ecstasy. Her breath came in gasps and pants as he pounded her tight opening until both of them came hard, their juices dripping down their thighs. Rumplestilzkin withdrew from her slick opening, and set Belle on her feet while he zipped his pants. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED TO SEE?!" he bellowed, turning towards the mirror. "I HAVE NO WEAKNESS! SHE IS A SLAVE! A SLAVE FOR ME TO FUCK AND DO WITH AS I PLEASE!"
Belle wobbled unsteadily as she stood completely naked in front of the mirror. She swore she heard a dark laugh that came from the mirror, and saw the same face appear again in the right-hand corner. It was smirking and laughing back at them. Rumplestilzkin took the sheet that had previously covered it, and quickly threw it back over the mirror.
He turned to look back at Belle, and, realizing what had happened, quickly conjured up a robe for her. "Come," he said sternly after she put on the robe he had given her. She followed behind him quietly as he locked the door behind them. "Go and put some clothes on. I have… I have some things that need attending to."