His hazel eyes glinted in sexual deviancy as his thumb teased a nipple to a pointed pink peak. My eyes closed, in the moment of his intimate touch, and I felt his other hand trail down to my already dripping sex. He tweaked my nipple, almost angry at the fact that it was not he who was the initial cause of it. "Dearie, you are going to feel the pleasure and the pain of unfulfilled desires," said Mr. Gold as his fingers parted and he began to stroke my already sensitive clit.
I bit my lip, a moan escaping from my mouth. Soon, his mouth was on my nipple, his tongue teasing, licking, and sucking. The sensation of him fingering me, teasing one nipple with his mouth and the other with his hand was driving me to the edge of ecstasy. He crooked his finger into me, and his torment began as I edged closer and closer. I writhed on the bed, sweat beading on my forehead, his sexual torment delicious and painful.
"Please, Mr. Gold," I begged as he fingered me faster. "I need release!"
"No can do, dearie," he replied, and my eyes shot open as he stopped the torment of fingering and sucking. "Ah, it seems someone is out of sorts. Too bad you were so easily distracted and eager for a filthy pirate to pillage your treasure."
"Please," I cried, getting up from the bed and kneeling in front of him. "I need to come. I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" There was that sexual deviant gleam in his eye, but this time, it was a bit more sinister. "Let's make a deal. I will bring you what you desire, but, you first have to submit to your punishment. No pleasure before punishment."
"What exactly is my punishment?" I asked shakily.
"There is no further discussion," replied Mr. Gold dismissively. "Deal, or no deal?"
"Deal," I said breathlessly.
"Dress yourself, and follow me."
I quickly did as I was told, and followed him out of my house, and into his car. We drove straight to his place, and walked up to the front door. I could see a slight tremor in his right hand as we walked inside, a series of shut doors down a hallway that seemed to extend for fifty feet. He paused at a door, pulled a key from his pocket, and unlocked the door. He ushered me inside, and turned on the light." Clothes off, and do exactly as I say."
I obeyed, and stood naked and submissive before him. That tremor in his right hand intensified as he ran it down the side of my face, pushing my hair away. I bit my lip nervously, wondering what I was about to do.
"Come, let me help you onto your punishment."
He picked me up, and walked me over to an object that looked like something from a gymnastics class, and finally settled me to straddle it. "Oh God!" I cried as I tried to get down. The pleasure and pain were an entwined, intense effect. Mr. Gold smacked my ass hard, and I jumped and cried out, even more pleasure and pain washing over me.
"This..." Mr. Gold began as he strapped me onto the device. "Is called a wooden horse. In ancient medieval times, they used this device to torture people. Sit on this sharp or sloped peak and, well, you either get answers quick or enjoy the screams or torment. Nowadays, this is used for BDSM purposes. I do rather say they are extremely effective. Wouldn't you agree?"
I leaned backwards, and immediately regretted it. The sharp edge between my legs grazed my clit, and I shifted as I moaned my frustration and torment. There was no escape from the wooden horse, so I tried to buck my way into orgasm.
"I wouldn't submit that beautiful clit to splinters, dearie," Gold said with an evil smirk. "They don't call it torture for anything."
"Our bargain?" I growled, animalistically.
"You're time isn't up yet," Mr. Gold replied. He walked behind me, and smacked my ass hard. I cried out, my pussy slamming down on the horse. Again, he smacked my ass, and I jumped up and down. He continued his torment on my ass and pussy. I cried out each time, wondering when the torment would end.
"PLEASE!" I begged.
He began to unbuckle my restrains, and he lifted me down off of the horse. He carried me out of the room, and into his bedroom. Gently, he lay me down on his bed, and began to take off his jacket and shirt and tie. He unzipped his pants quickly, and threw his underwear off into a corner, releasing his thick, rock hard cock that was eager to fuck me to completion. "Belle," he growled in my ear as he entered me without warning. I gasped as he slid his entire sheath into me in one thrust, my back arching as he began a steady rhythm. His finger teased my clit, and my sex began to clench deliciously around his throbbing cock. "Swear to me that I will be the only one to pleasure you."
I could barely breathe, nor could I think of anything other than the intense pleasure he was giving me. He held my face in one hand, and tilted it up to look at him. "Swear to me, Belle. No other will touch your beautiful body but me."
"I-I," the orgasm was building deep within me. "I swear."
"Louder," said Mr. Gold as his thrusts became slower and less intense. "If you want to finish, you will have to give me what I want."
"I SWEAR!" I shouted as loudly as I could. "I WILL NEVER LET ANYONE BUT YOU TOUCH ME! PLEASE, DEAR GOD!"
That was enough for him. His thrusts became erratic and fast. I could feel the orgasm building to beautiful peak, and soon it broke over me, like a beautiful sunrise at its final peak and triumph. "RUMPLESTILZKIN!" I moaned loudly before falling back against the pillows, and slipping into exhaustion.