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Chapter Rating: M for language and sexual situations


It was midnight and Annabelle was tossing and turning in her soft bed. She couldn't sleep she kept thinking about Mr. Gold, the way he looks at her, the way he compliments her and the way he smiles at her. She had never had a man do those things to her, except Gaston. Gaston was a very handsome man, tall and he could make any girl swoon, but he was attracted to Annabelle and she didn't know why. It was flattering to her, he tried to woo her, but in the end he only wanted to have sex with her. A gentleman no more in Annabelle's eyes. She heard him talking about it to one of his friends just when she was about to accept going on a date with him. Heartbroken, she returned home and cried. Very soon she got over him and even though Gaston still tried to woo her, she rejected him at every turn. She had feelings for Mr. Gold, not Gaston. Finally, sleep bestowed itself upon her and she dozed off.

He pressed himself against her and she could feel his erection against her wet pussy, She moaned loudly as she felt him poke himself in her. She cried out his name and moved her hips into him. He suddenly used his thick thumb to circle her hard and throbbing clitoris. Annabelle was almost crying from the pleasure.

"Oh Mr. Gold, please take me now!"

"It's what I've been waiting for my love. That's the only reason why I brought you here, to make love to you forever and love you!" He whispered into her ear.

Annabelle awoke with a scream and felt a warm and wet sensation down in her pussy. She had never had a dream like that before, and she certainly had never felt that way before. What caused that? She was inexperienced and full of questions. Why did she feel that way? Why was there a wetness between her thighs? Why was she thinking about Mr. Gold? She curved her body into a fetal position and put her hands over her face. First him seeing her naked and now this. This was all too much.

Just then Mr. Gold knocked on her door, making her jump. She definitely didn't want any company when she was feeling like this.

"Are you alright Belle?" He asked.

"Ye-yes just fine!" She stuttered.

"You don't sound fine dearie," he responded.

"Well I am, and I would like to get some sleep so please leave me alone," she told him.

"Alright dear, I hope you sleep well."

With no reply back from Annabelle, he left whistling. He knew she would have a dream like that sometime in his home, and he could smell her a mile away. With a smirk he returned to his room confident in his abilities.

Annabelle couldn't sleep the rest of the night even though she tried to sleep, her mind betrayed her and kept racing. She didn't know if she could face him in the morning.


When the sun rose she groaned, she would have to get up and face him. Oh dear. It wasn't her fault that she had a dream like that. She wasn't going to lie to herself she was attracted to Mr. Gold, but she could never have imagined doing that with him. She crept down the steps that led to the downstairs and realized that Mr. Gold was not up.

"Thank God!" She said to herself quietly.

She had time to make breakfast for the both of them and get herself back together once the food is done.

She ventured into the kitchen and opened the stainless steel refrigerator. There wasn't many ingredients for really anything but waffles or pancakes, but she doubted he would want pancakes again. So she decided to make a homemade coffee cake. She made it the way her mother used to make it, with a pinch of ginger and a half a cup of cinnamon. The smell filled the dinning room and the kitchen with wonderful aromas and when Mr. Gold walked down and smelled it he was instantly happy, Bae loved cinnamon.

Annabelle was in a white apron and had flour all over her face and body. It had accidentally spilled. He laughed at her and chuckled. She was so cute.

"Belle it smells wonderful!"

She jumped when she heard the voice behind her. She put his plate down on his spot on the dinning table and put down her own in her spot. She tried to advert her eyes from him, and he smirked.

"What's wrong dearie?"

"Oh, uhm, nothing."

"Then why can't you look at me?"

She turned her head to look in his eyes and smiled at him. His eyes were beautiful, perfectly golden brown. She was almost in a trance, until he looked away from her. It was there first moment and he almost couldn't take it. It had been so long since he had had her look into his eyes like that. He wouldn't trade that moment for the world. She returned to eating her coffee cake and smiling.

"How did you sleep dove?" Mr. Gold inquired.

Annabelle almost choked on the food she was eating. Damn it! She knew he would ask, now she had to come up with a silly lie. She hated lying, it was the worst.

"I just had a nightmare."

"Oh really? What about?"

"I'd rather not share it," Belle said, trying to maintain a confident tone.

"Ok, but if you ever want to talk about it let me know, I'll be glad to help."

She shivered and closed her legs together. It was so awkward to feel that way, but she kind of liked it.