Before story note: ok ok ok guys geeeeeeez. I'll update again. Gah. Lol I kid I kid. For being such a good audience and wonderfully putting up with my absences, I think it's high time to remind everyone that this is indeed an M rated fanfic.
Despite all that had happened that day, Belle tried her damnedest to not let her father know something was up. If she told him about Victor, he'd demand justice. Then she would be forced to tell him that Mr. Gold already stepped in an fixed everything. Belle was never much of a liar, and her father was sure to see through anything that she would have thought up. All in all it was best just to leave it be. For now anyway. It was hard enough just to keep her face straight while they ate their spaghetti.
"How was school today honey?" Maurice asked his daughter.
"Oh it was fine." She hoped her dreamy voice went right over her fathers head.
"And um, how was your session with Mr. Gold?" Clear skepticism towards the man laced his voice.
'Keep calm.' she thought to herself. Aloud she said, "Just peachy." She smiled at her father, and then attacked a slice of garlic bread. "Nothing new to report." 'Ok, that might have been too much.' She held her breath slightly as he looked at her, but then let the matter drop.
They continued eating in silence for the next few minutes until Belle excused herself, clearing her plate in the sink before she left. Climbing up the stairs to her room, she slipped in and shut the door and locked it. All afternoon her mind went back to that kiss and the feel of his tongue inside of her mouth, cautiously exploring before their lips parted. They both wanted so much more, she could feel it in the air. But the circumstances forced them to leave the classroom before they lost themselves completely and someone walked by. Now she had a pack of butterflies in her stomach, and an ache that needed to be released.
Walking into her connecting bathroom, she turned on the faucet in the tub, steam slowly fogging up the room. Going back into her bedroom while the bathtub filled, she stepped in front of her full length mirror. Closing her eyes, she imagined her history teacher was on the other side of that mirror, waiting patiently to see her. With the image in her head, she gradually began to undress, starting with her white blouse. Belle caressed her own sides, almost believing that it was his hands holding her. Shouldering out of her blouse and opening her eyes, she observed her pert nipples through her thin bra and camisole. Turning around, Belle unzipped the side of her skirt, and gyrated her hips, before pushing the material down far enough to pool around her feet. Closing her eyes again, she almost felt Mr. Gold's eyes on her. Taking off both her cami and bra, she was left only with her panties on, and she could already feel that her underwear was wet. 'For him.' She thought as she slowly rubbed the fabric holding in her desire.
Taking one of her breasts in her hand, she squeezed and pinched her painfully hard nipple, while the other snaked into her panties. She slowly slid a finger inside getting it wet, before pulling it back out and used the lubrication to rub her clit. Leaning back onto the wall, still imagining Mr. Gold's deft hand pleasuring her, she rubbed her clit harder and faster, her breath laboring. Forcing herself to stop, she squirmed out of her final garments, and headed into the bathroom. Slipping into the tub, she resumed her actions, a new fantasy forming in her head.
Now she was in his bedroom, on a bed with black and silver blankets. Calloused hands were roaming her figure, and an experienced tongue was going to work on her breasts. Throwing her head back she moaned into the bedroom, getting the attention of the man controlling the mouth. "Do you like that love?" He kissed his way up her body and to her open mouth, easily sliding his tongue into her mouth. Running it across her teeth, he withdrew and sucked on her bottom lip before releasing it. "What do you want my Belle?"
Whimpering, she moved her eyes downward, his throbbing cock dangerously close to her soaking entrance.
"Oh. You want this?" He shifted his own hips slightly, so that he rubbed against her opening, earning a groan from her. Smirking, he replaced his hard on with his fingers. "I've got to prepare you first, dearie." Sliding two fingers in, he slowly fucked her with his digits. Scooting down, his head joined his fingers, his expert tongue playing with her clit, quickly driving her crazy. Sensing her impending orgasm, he withdrew himself, hearing her groan in disapproval. "But dearie, I thought you wanted this..." He said in his thick Scottish accent before placing his head an inch inside of her. Gasping, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled her knees up around his waist.
"Please..." she begged him, dignity long forgotten.
"Please what?" he mocked playfully.
Looking into his eyes, she said, "Fuck me into this mattress."
"My love, such a dirty mouth. I'll have to put it to better use... next time." He smirked as he fully sheathed himself inside of her. "So tight love." After a minute, he started moving his hips, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. They were already so close to coming, and they both knew that they weren't going to last long. Pushing herself up, she forced him into a sitting position, and she pushed herself back onto his cock. Rotating her hips, she took him in deeper, hitting her g spot with every thrust. Grabbing his hand, she brought down to where they were joined. Easily taking the hint, he continued his earlier tactics, being just what she needed to release herself. Shortly after, she felt Mr. Gold come as well, long and hard.
Back in her bathroom, panting and gasping for air, Belle tried to regain herself. The now lukewarm water rippled against her breasts as she brought herself back down to earth. "I have no idea how I'm supposed to face him now." She smiled as she emptied the tub and toweled herself off.
Over the next few weeks, life tried it's ever so hardest to continue as normal. Belle continued to be on time for classes, sometimes a little early so that she could steal an intimate face caress from his hand that sent shivers down her spine. She also spent every other evening in his classroom, working on her assignments, and Mr. Gold would swear the way she chewed on her pencil it was just to drive him wild. However he couldn't do a damn thing about it. They were approaching a milestone though that he knew would bring them closer together. Already through March, they were ending the first week of April, and Belle's birthday was the following Monday. Mr. Gold racked his brain on what to get her. Sure he could cop out and get her a book, and he knew that she would be just happy with that.
But he wouldn't. That wasn't good enough for her.
He did know, however, that he was on the right track, and so he thought back to all of the rare books he had acquired. Sighing, he realized most of them were old law books, not fitting for a gift. Then it clicked. While he was still a lawyer, the mother of one of his clients couldn't afford to pay him, so instead he made her an easy deal an asked for the rare old book as payment, knowing he could sell it for triple the money in a few years. It still sat in his bookshelf, untouched for about 10 years. It would be perfect, and he knew she would love it.
So when Monday came, and his now eighteen year old student came walking through his classroom door for her afternoon work session, he had her present wrapped in blue paper with a silver bow atop her usual desk, right next to a slice of cake he had gotten when he slipped out during lunch hour. "Hey Mr. Gold." She said smiling. Looking over at her spot, she noticed the package. "Hm? What's this?"
"Did you think that I would forget your birthday?" He smiled back at her, a few gold teeth showing. "It's a very important day after all."
"Not important enough." Belle pouted. "I'm still a student."
"Only for a few more months dearie." He reminded her. "Only a few more months."
She sauntered over to his desk, present still in hand. Leaning over, popping a foot in the air to give her length and balance, she whispered in his ear, "Then I'm all yours." Slightly nibbling his lobe, she leaned back and scurried over to her desk before he had time to react. Bringing her attention back to the present, she asked "What's in it?"
"Well if you want to know, why don't you open it? That might solve the little mystery." He playfully teased her.
Taking the cue, she ripped off the paper, and opened the box it revealed. Rooting through the tissue paper, she uncovered a book. "Oh my god! Where did you ever get this? It must be at least 150 years old! It has to be worth a fortune!"
"One of the mothers of my old clients gave it to me to settle her payment. I never got around to selling it."
"Wow. Pride and Prejudice. Mr. Gold, I can't accept this. It's too valuable!" Belle made to get up to give it back before he waved her down.
"Now Belle, I hadn't sold it before, and I'm certainly not going to sell it now. I haven't even opened it since I got it. I want you to have it. You'll put it to much better use I'm sure." Still seeing her hesitant, he added., "Make an old man happy."
"You aren't old." She remarked. "You are distinguished."
"That's another way of saying old, dearie."
"No it's another way of saying that you are a sexy, Scottish accented history teacher." She laughed as he rolled his eyes. Looking down at her desk, she just realized that there was a slice of cake as well. "Italian cream cake? How did you know that was my favorite?" Her mouth was practically drooling over the slice.
He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't. I just picked something I would want and hoped that you'd like it too."
"Oh I love it. Do you want a piece?" She picked up the saucer and offered it to him.
"No dearie, it's your birthday, you enjoy it." He heard her mumble something incoherent, then blush slightly. "What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing." Belle said, her cheeks growing redder.
"Oh you said something." He said, getting up from his desk without his cane. Slowly limping over to her desk, he leaned heavily on it before asking again. "What did you say?"
She couldn't look at him in the eyes. Not if she was about to tell him what she said. Quietly she grumbled out, "I said I'd enjoy it more if I was eating it off of you."
Shock over came him, and he let out a giant sigh. Suddenly he was feeling light headed as all the available blood in his body rushed straight to his cock. "Oh Belle..." His knuckles turned white with how hard he was holding the table. Deciding he needed to distance himself, he managed to limp back to his desk, and sit down. Hearing the door click shut and lock, he snapped his head up to see Belle impishly walking toward him with the cake in her hand. "Belle what are you doing? Oh no Belle... don't..." It was too late. She was already kissing him as she positioned herself to slide down his body and into the hidden cubby of the desk where his feet were supposed to go. Setting the slice on the floor, she undid his belt, ignoring his protests.
"Now see here Mr. Gold." She said, finally getting his belt undone. She slid the zipper slowly over his erection before she continued. "It's my birthday, and I'm horny. I've wanted this for so long, and you will not deny me this on my birthday." Pulling his boxer briefs down slightly, she freed his erection.
"When did you get so bossy love?" He asked, well beyond giving a shit as to the consequences.
"When all of this lust built inside of me so that I couldn't take it anymore." She responded before darting her tongue out to his tip.
Gasping, he still tried to talk some sense into her. "But Belle, you getting me off won't do much for you..." Clutching his desk, he tried his hardest to not push his hips into her mouth.
"Oh it will." She looked up at him breathless. "What do you think I'll be thinking of tonight when I finish myself off?" She kept his gaze as she wrapped her lips around the head of his shaft.
Hearing that revelation almost had him coming before she even really started. "Belle... I never knew you to be such a minx. Such dirty talk. I'll have to remember that love." Squirming he further said, "Who would have thought the quiet girl that reads all day would have such a filthy mouth."
Releasing him again, she said "Well they always say it's the quiet ones you have to worry about." Reaching down to her cake, she scooped up a glob of cream cheese icing and spread it along his cock. Running her tongue up his shaft, she cleaned him off, the suction of her lips driving him wild. "You'd better be careful love. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"Good." She said between sucks. "I want you to come fast." Lowering her head, she took all of him in, gagging when his tip reached the back of her throat. The feeling of it almost had him shooting his cum into her mouth, but he held on for dear life.
"Belle... have you done this before?" he was so close at this point. One more suck would push him over.
"Honestly... no." She licked up his cock again, before sucking slightly on the tip. Noticing she had him squirming in his chair, she made sure to point out, "But apparently I'm doing a damn good job."
"Yes you are dearie. Now please stop before..." he couldn't get out the rest of it. Belle clamped her lips around his cock, making sure that he came into her mouth.
"Oh God Belle I'm sorry..." he said, trying to catch his breath.
"For what?" She said looking up at him. "You gave me exactly what I wanted."
He reached his hand down and cupped her face. Running his thumb over her cheek, he smiled and said "Happy birthday Belle. Now please get up. The last place you belong is on the floor."
Grabbing her slice of cake, she slid out from under the desk, and made sure to give him a peck on the cheek as she got up. "Thanks for a great birthday Mr. Gold."
"Soon Belle you won't need any fantasies. I'll be there in person making sure that you get all of the attention you will ever need."
"I'm counting on that Mr. Gold. I really am." Belle said and made her way back to the table to get started on her long forgotten work.
"You WHAT!? Oh my GOD BELLE! As if kissing him wasn't enough?!" Mary Margaret was appalled. "You could get into serious trouble! Stop laughing Ruby! You know it's true!"
"I know, but I still can't believe she did it. And you know what? You should probably lay off, Miss 'David and I did it in the bathroom.' Real classy Mary Margaret."
Mary Margaret blushed profusely. "That's true, but if we got caught, no one would get fired or wind up in jail."
"Guys listen, I know it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. The sexual tension was just too much." Belle admitted
"Oh geez Belle, TMI." Ruby waved her hands in disgust. "So how big was he?"
"Seriously Ruby? Hearing that we did it was too much info, but hearing his dick size is perfectly acceptable conversation?" Belle blankly stared at her friend, who in turn shrugged her shoulders.
"I guess it is, so spill!"
Belle turned to Mary Margaret hoping to find salvation, but instead she found a girl hanging off the edge of her seat. "Well you guys made me tell you about David..." She offered no help for the poor beauty.
"Fine. Gah you guys are such jerks." Even though they were alone in Ruby's house, Belle still lowered her voice. "Now I didn't have a ruler with me so I may be a little off but, I'd say around..." she couldn't look her friends in the eye as she admitted this. "Ten inches."
"Holy fuck! Ten!? Jesus the man is packing!" Ruby was floored. "No wonder he has to walk around with a cane!"
"He needs the extra support so he doesn't fall over!" Mary Margaret uncharacteristically joined in. Receiving a look from Belle, she said "What? I'm sorry Belle, but the man has a giant dick. Of course I'm going to comment on it. How prude do you think I am?"
"Yeah Belle." Ruby chimed in. "Give her a break. The woman had sex in a public restroom. She has long ago lost all sense of self respect!" All three girls were rolling on the floor laughing at each other and their sexual exploits. Finally wiping the tears from her eyes, Belle was the first to speak.
"So much for waiting until graduation." she chuckled. "That plan worked out great."
"Well as happy as I am for you Belle," Ruby warned "Please be careful. The last thing you need is to get caught.
Nodding, Belle agreed. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost him because he had to go to jail because of me. I need to contain myself. It was my birthday present to myself, and that's it. It won't happen again." Belle looked hopefully at her friends who tried to look neutral, but both of their faces showed that they didn't believe that for a second.
TEH_AUTHORS NOTE: Well lookie there, 2 updates in like 4 days. Go me. And of course it wasn't because I was threatened with bodily harm. It was because I really do care. So you people can put down your pitchforks if you'd be so kind. Here's hoping this will tide you guys over until I can find time to update again. School starts up again tomorrow, so who knows. Thanks for the support. :D