Beauty's Beast (12 page)

She jerked the false cock in and out of me, as she sucked and licked. I shuddered as again a forced orgasm ripped through me but the pleasure made my knees buckle and my arms rip in the sockets and wrist. I cried out.

She laughed and stood as she stepped back, stripping off her gown and leaving it in a puddle on the floor. She walked in her heels and grabbed Gaston by the face, kissing him like she meant to eat him.

I watched every moment of their disgusting fucking, desperately wishing I could close my eyes but I couldn't. I couldn't look away. She was a master herself at the art of lovemaking. Gaston looked clumsy and feeble compared to her.

Her silky skin and the way the candlelight hit it was enchanting.

Her head thrown back in ecstasy was erotic and sensual.

The sounds that slipped from her lush lips were akin to the angels singing on high.

She was perfect—perfectly evil and perfectly made.

Gaston thrust into her once more before collapsing upon her, gasping for air and trembling.

She turned and faced me, winking and grinning and I saw then how much of it was an act. He could hardly function and she was scarcely fazed.

Sweat coated him but she was dry as if freshly powdered. He kissed her chest once more before standing and smiling at me. “You see how it’s done?” He walked to me, grabbing my chin and kissing me, filling my mouth with the tastes of Babette and me. He stepped back and backhanded me, striking me hard on the right cheek. My face felt like it might explode and my shoulders threatened to dislocate. I hung there with my wrists bleeding and body aching.

“That is for running away.” He chuckled and sauntered back to Babette. “Should we keep Miss Babette around for a while longer, Belle? So she can give you more lessons?”

I hadn’t even parted my lips to answer with words I had heard from sailors, when the door blew in with a blast. The monster I called master entered with a growl and a low prowl. He sniffed and seethed, seeing me and then Gaston and Babette.

The master’s movements were too fast for my eyes to catch, but the screams and horrors and blood spray coating the walls was enough for me to understand what was happening.

It was hard to separate the sound of Gaston dying from the screams of Babette. Both were high-pitched and desperate.

When the dust settled and the last scream ended, the master was standing as a raging beast over the dead body of Babette as Gaston coughed once and looked back at me. His lips twisted into a grin as the beast’s claws came down on his throat.

Gaston gagged and gurgled until he was still, staring at me.

I sighed, desperate to stay on my tiptoes, but relieved that it was over.

He moved again quickly, lifting me in the air. He sniffed and snorted, brushing his animal face against me. Tears of relief and a little fear broke from me. I buckled against him as he tore the ties from my wrists. He laid me down and turned back, grabbing a blanket to wrap around me.

I sobbed until there were no more tears.

Then I slept, knowing I was finally safe.

I woke, wincing at the pain in my wrists, arms, and shoulders. My body felt as if it had been to war. I cringed as I forced myself to sit up, startled by the creature sleeping in the armchair. I nearly screamed when I saw the beast and not the master.

He opened one blue eye and watched me for a second.

I got up, moaning but still moving, and walked to him. He looked afraid or something worse, angry. I reached for him but he recoiled and climbed off the chair. He walked on all fours, leaving the room and not looking back.

I didn't understand what was happening so I pulled on a cloak and headed downstairs.

As usual he was long gone, moving much too quickly.

When I got to the kitchen I found Mrs. Potts making tea. She gave me a sideways look but said nothing.

“Have I done something?” I asked calmly, but inside I was fighting the feelings of turmoil.

She sighed and looked at the stove, shaking her head. “It isn’t your fault and we know that, Belle. I’m just sorry.” She nodded at the door. “Your father is in the garden.”

I was being dismissed.

With a heart heavy with worry over what I had done to offend and a confused mind, I turned and left to find my father. He was just where she said he was, sitting in the garden. He looked like he had a clear mind when he saw me. His eyes lit up and he jumped up from the old bench and hugged me fiercely. “Belle! My dearest, Belle!”

I hugged him back but I had no words. I had abandoned him and left him for the evil Gaston to torture. I felt sick, as if I had failed everyone.

He pulled me to the bench and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, sighing and nodding. “This is the most remarkable place, isn’t it?”

I wondered if he recalled being in the raven’s nest, but decided not to remind him in case he had forgotten. “It is a strange place. I’m afraid I have angered the people here though, Papa. We may have to leave.”

He glanced at me, his eyes filled with sadness. “It isn’t you. It’s the choice the master made.”

“What?”

“He chose to come and save me and then you. He chose to leave the castle, sealing their fates.” He nodded again.

“What fates?”

“The curse!” My father spoke as if I already knew the answer to the question.

“What bloody curse? You have to be more specific.”

His eyes narrowed. “They never told you?”

“No. I know nothing.” I shook my head.

“The castle is under a curse.”

“I know that much, Papa. I am not as daft as you think me.”

“I would never call you daft. The story was told to me like this: Once, many years ago, this had been a prospering kingdom, filled with the strongest warriors in all the lands. Whenever there was trouble they would fight to the death of any enemy, I suppose.” He chuckled at something I didn't understand. “But then a dark army came—a foe as formidable as it was evil. The king here sent his men and fought the army. But the fight was a decoy. You see, while they were fighting an evil witch came here and cast a spell on the lands. This castle was sealed and the people in the surrounding village vanished. The king and queen were considered dead and the prince was left in charge. His warriors had defeated the dark army but not returned home. When the dark army came back, the young prince didn't send troops. It was rumored he was ignoring the call for aid from his neighbors. But in actuality he was a prisoner of the castle—a beast. If he leaves the gates for any length of time he will remain the monster.”

My insides tightened as the words formed a story in my head. One I had heard a long time ago, or read perhaps. “The Roses? This is the Rose Kingdom?” I asked.

My father shrugged. “All that is left of it are here now, Mrs. Potts, Cogsworth, Lumier, and Chip. They were frozen the way the young prince was, never aging and never changing, until a time when the spell is broken, which could only happen so long as the master didn't leave the castle grounds for longer than a moment.”

Tears filled my eyes. “He can’t change back?” It was entirely my fault.

My father shook his head, unaffected by the story. He didn't care the way I did. He didn't feel the way I did. He smiled at the bright morning sun and enjoyed the view of the garden.

I got up and ran inside, leaving the blanket on the grass. I ran to the rose in the room where I suspected he had put it.

When I got past the door hanging off its hinges I paused, seeing the beast sitting before the flower. It had wilted and was drying, no doubt because of the violence it had endured.

He didn't move as I walked to him, kneeling on the floor beside him. We both stared at the plant in heavy silence.

Finally, I whispered the one thing I had wanted to say to him for so long. “I love you. I don't care if you are a beast for the rest of my life; I will love you.” Shame filled me as I realized what I had cost all of them by leaving the castle. My feeble explanation couldn't mend the injury I had done them all.

I turned, just as he did. His blue eyes were filled with emotion, but his face was still a frightening monster. I lifted a hand and ran it down his fur, gripping him lovingly. “I will love you with all my heart.” I turned and grabbed the bowl with the dying rose in it. I hugged the bowl and lowered my head. “I am so sorry.” Hot tears fell from my eyes, splashing onto the crimson petals. I sighed and hugged the bowl. “I know you named this rose after me and I have ruined it. I have ruined you, but if you could find a way to tell me how to fix this, I would do anything.”

“Never leave me again.” His words startled me. I jumped and looked up at the handsome face in front of me. The beast was gone. I put the rose down and wrapped my arms around him but he was wooden.

“I will never leave you again,” I whispered, sobbing and gripping him.

“Why did you leave me for him? I sacrificed the people I love the most and myself to save your father, and you repay me by letting that monster have you?”

I swallowed hard, tears nearly blinding me. “I swear, I thought only of you. I tried to save you and your home. No one told me about the curse. No one said anything.”

He grabbed my arms, pulling me back, his eyes again filled with monstrous emotions. “You should have trusted that I had your best interests in my heart.”

I shook my head. “I didn't know.”

He wrapped himself around me, breathing me in and suddenly melting into the embrace. “I love you, Belle. I loved you the moment I met you, so proud and strong and resilient.”

I sniffled and nodded, struggling with my ragged breath. “I am so-so-sorry.”

He shook his head. “Just swear
,
you will never leave me again.”

“Never.”

He scooped me into his arms, pressing me against him.

His mouth landed on mine, claiming me as his. The power of the kiss and the embrace overwhelmed me. My fingers clawed at his cloak, revealing his naked body beneath it. I climbed into his lap as he lifted my dress. I wore no knickers, not since we had left Gaston’s. I sighed as his massive cockhead pressed against the eager lips of my pussy. I lowered myself with his help, wincing as the fullness took over. He was too much in the beginning and he knew it, but there was desperation in us both. His hands cupped my ass and hips, forcing me to ride him and to take him all.

I clung to his shoulders, pressing my gasping lips against his chest.

“You are mine, Belle. All mine. If you ever forget that again, I will punish you.”

A disturbing smile crested my lips as I moaned into the thrusts. “I wish you would.”

He pulled me back, cocking an eyebrow and freezing us both in our ragged breath. He
stood,
lifting me in the air with his cock buried deep inside me, and carried me to the destroyed mess of a bed against the far wall. He laid me down, pulling himself from me. “You wish I would?” he asked in a growl.

I nodded, biting my lips and nearly telling him of the bliss I had felt when spanked.

He lowered himself to me, kissing and sliding our bodies against each other.

“I wish you to punish me, my lord,” I whispered into his cheek.

He sat up abruptly and flipped me across his knees. For the first time I arched my back, lifting my desperate ass in the air. He grabbed, kneading and massaging. When the first strike came, so did I. I twitched and moaned into the stale bedding as he struck me again. Sounds I had never made left my lips in jolts and jerks as he struck me, massaging in between blows.

The vibration of the spanking drove me to fits as breathed moans and whimpers into the bedding.

He pushed me off his legs and at the same time slid behind me, spreading me wide open. His hands rounded my belly, lifting me up and thrusting his cock into my wet opening. I grunted but had no chance for recovery from the intense pleasure I had been enduring.

His thrusts were rapid and hard, slapping his balls against my pussy as he dragged me back and shoved me forward with each lunge.

I gripped to the bedding, crying out again as another orgasm rocked me. It was too much, too intense, and too violent. He grunted and jerked into me, forcing me to keep taking it as he too finished deep inside me. His hands held me to him, arching my back and pinning me as he attempted to recover from the harsh bliss.

He collapsed half on me and half on the bed.

I could barely breath but when I could finally see clearly, I realized we weren’t lying in the same room. It was different, as if nothing had ever been damaged. The bedding smelled of roses and looked fresh, like we hadn’t just violated it.

“Beast,” I whispered as he lifted his face, his jaw dropping and his eyes widening. “Is it over?” he whispered, looking around the room.

I shook my head. “I don't know.”

He smiled wide, pulling me into him even more. “You broke the spell. You saved us.” He kissed my cheek and jumped up, pulling on clothes from the bureau that was no longer in pieces. When we both had on something, his hand grasped mine and he turned, dragging me through the castle.

Everything was brighter and cleaner.

Voices filled the lower area as we got out there. He stopped at the top of the stairs, frozen and gaping.

I followed his gaze to an older couple standing in the doorway. Behind them were hundreds of people.

“Son?” the old man asked, looking confused.

The master released my hand and ran down the stairs, embracing the two people. His parents were alive?

It was too much. I didn't understand a single moment of it all. Not until much later.

Instead of joining everyone, I stood above on the stairs and watched as they hugged and wept and rejoiced.