Seven Kisses: A Beauty and the Beast Dark Romance (2 page)

“Very good, dear child.”  Madame de Villeneuve clasped her hands together and looked at Gabrielle with a maternal grin.  “I will take you to your accommodations now.”

“Great!”  As Gabrielle hopped up from her chair, she reached for her phone. If she was going to spend a week at this facility, she’d have to be always at the ready, taking candid shots of celebs doing whatever celebs did here.

Only one problem: her phone wasn’t where it ought to be.  She’d stuck it in her strap, right? Between her yoga top and her skin?  Well, it wasn’t there anymore.  She looked around, but she couldn’t spot it on the floor.

“Is there a problem, my dear?”

“No, no problem.”  Gabrielle turned around in a circle, looking everywhere.  “I must have dropped my phone when those big lugs pulled me inside.  I’m just gonna go out and look for it.”

Mme de Villeneuve swept across the office and opened the door for her two
big lugs
to enter.  “My dear, you won’t be needing your phone in here.  Communications with the outside world are strictly prohibited.”

Shoot!

“Oh… okay… well, how about if I promise not to use it for communications?  Like if I just play games on it, or…”

One lug in scrubs raised his hand in the air. In his fist, he held the largest needle Gabrielle had ever seen.

“What…?”  She didn’t know what to say, what to ask, what to do.  “Stop… no… don’t…”

The man’s stony expression didn’t alter.  As he brought the needle down, seemingly in slow motion, Gabrielle looked to Mme de Villeneuve for help. But Madame seemed to derive satisfaction from watching this scene play out.  In fact, was that a smirk growing across her lips as the needle gouged its way into Gabrielle’s neck…?

Chapter 3

Dear diary, I had the strangest dream
…

Gabrielle opened her eyes, but all she saw was a grey haze. This happened, sometimes.  She woke up before her eyes did.  She blinked, but nothing changed. So she rolled over in bed… tried to roll… wait, why wasn’t she moving?

She tried lifting her arms, but it was no use. Same with her legs.  They were spread wide and raised and… Christ, why was she so cold?  Where had her blankets gone? And her pyjamas?

Squinting, she tried lifting her hand in an effort to rub her eyes, but no go. She’d heard about this—sleep paralysis, it was called—but she’d never experienced it first-hand.

When Gabrielle opened her eyes fully, the clouds cleared just enough that she could look down at her naked body.

Naked?  Why am I naked?

Her nudity wasn’t even the worst of it.  God help her, she was strapped to some kind of medical contraption! Her legs were in the same sort of stirrups they had at her OBGYN’s office, but her gynecologist had never tied her into them.  What on earth was she bound with?  Was that Velcro?  Her arms were secured at her sides with the kind of heavy-duty straps they used on dangerous criminals and mental patients.

Holy hell, that wasn’t a dream… I AM a mental patient!  Is this really how they treat people in rehab?  This is terrible! Madame de Villeneuve should be locked up!

Gabrielle attempted to raise her head, but it was too heavy.  She’d need both hands to pick up that bowling ball head, but her hands were attached to her arms and her arms were bound to this… this… this contraption! 

I remember being drugged.  The big man with the stone face stuck a needle in my neck.

But that’s all she remembered.  Whether she’d hit the floor or the big brutes had caught her on the way down, she couldn’t say.  Though, yes, she must have fallen hard. Her hip was throbbing.

No, wait, that wasn’t her hip.  Something else was throbbing, throbbing so hard it hurt, and yet there was a distinct note of pleasure in the sensation.  Her body was so confounded she had trouble pinpointing where the sensation came from. When she realized the pulse originated between her legs, her cheeks bristled with embarrassment.

What was she so embarrassed about?  It’s not like there was anybody else in the room.  Wait, was there?  She couldn’t turn her head. 

“Is anybody in here?”

Where was
here
, anyway?

“Where am I?”

Her words sounded far away, and gurgled, too.  Her voice was not her own.  It was a drugged voice, a slow voice, someone she wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley.

“Somebody help me, please.  Somebody take off these straps.”

Gabrielle couldn’t deny the sensation that had overtaken her.  She was aroused.  Sexually aroused. 
Extremely
sexually aroused. Her parts feel swollen, pulpy, wet. 

Oh god, why was she naked?  What had Madame de Villeneuve’s henchmen done to her in her sleep?  Did they have their wicked way with her?  No, she’d know if they’d molested her in a drug-induced stupor.

Wouldn’t she?

The doorknob turned and Gabrielle’s heart jumped into her throat, pounding there, choking her.  She tried to scream but nothing came out.

A dark line appeared before her, like the wall itself was opening up, the gates of hell unleashed behind it. But of course the wall was opening.  It was a door.
Duh
. Why couldn’t her brain compute such things? Why was she so hazy and confused… and pounding and pulsing and filled to the brim with rampant desire?

Gabrielle struggled against her bindings, but it was no use.  Her muscles had gone inexplicably slack. Her brain was telling her to run, jump, get the hell outta there, and all her limbs heard was, “Time to relax on a sunny beach!”

When a tall form entered the room, Gabrielle would have given anything to conceal her naked body.

“Hello, Suzanne.”

Madame de Villeneuve’s face came only partially into view. Her dark hair was folded into a bun and her austere outfit faded into a strange fog.  All Gabrielle could see with any certainty was the arch of her nose and the beauty mark just above her lip. Who was this witch?

“Why have you done this to me?” Gabrielle tried to ask.

Not a word left her lips.  She was perfectly conscious, but she could exercise no control over her voice or her muscles.

“If you are concerned about how you ended up naked on a gurney, I can assure you my men were supervised at all times. They are professionals, my dear. They would never take liberties.”

Why am I naked?
 

“I can appreciate how alarming it must be to wake up nude and unable to move, but I assure you this is necessary for the first portion of your therapy.  My darling Suzanne, I will tell you right now: this week will not be easy.”

Gabrielle whimpered, and that one small sound caused Madame to cock her head and stare.  Maybe it would be best to remain totally silent.  If not, she ran the risk of being drugged even more.

“To begin, I must help you de-internalize your desires.”

Gabrielle felt like she was shaking. 
Was
she shaking?  She couldn’t tell.

“We will begin by attributing your uncontrollable urges to a force outside yourself.  Your desire is no longer inside you, Suzanne. Your desire is an external entity.  Your desire is…
a beast
.”

Mme de Villeneuve tugged the chain she wore like a bracelet around her wrist, and a second form lumbered into the doorway.  Madame tugged the chain again, and the creature on the leash passed through the gates of hell, joining them inside the small white chamber.

What was he? 
It
?  This
creature
?

Gabrielle blinked rapidly, trying to clear the schmutz from her eyes.  What she was seeing now… it couldn’t possibly be real.

I’m going to die in here. Die, and be buried in that sculpture garden out back
.

The thing that stood between her legs couldn’t possibly be human.  His head certainly wasn’t.  His chest looked more like a man, though: hulking and huge with muscles.  His arms, his shoulders, his thighs glowed a fearsome shade of bronze.  His skin must have been coated with oil, because it shone even in places thick with hair.

Gabrielle didn’t know where to look.  She felt humiliated, being naked before this creature, but she felt a tinge of humiliation from him as well.  He was naked too.

Well, not quite naked, but what he wore wasn’t exactly clothes. 

Gabrielle had never seen anything like it: a black leather dog collar around his neck with Madame’s chain snapped onto a shiny metal O-ring.  More black leather across his chest.  Just straps, though.  Looked like a belt, or a number of belts formed into a harness. Silver snaps and buckles led her eye down the muscular plane of his abdomen to the place she dared not look. It was right there, right out in the open, exposed. If her eyes weren’t playing tricks, there was a leather strap around that, too. 

No, two straps: one around his huge dangling ball sack, and the other around the root of his impressive shaft.

My god, I want it! I don’t care who you are, just put that huge, hard cock inside me!

Gabrielle felt her eyes widen with fear.  Where had that thought come from? She didn’t even know this man, this beast, this
thing
!  How could she possibly want him inside her?  Had to be the drugs, whatever Madame’s minions had pumped her full of.  She’d never been this aroused in all her life.  She wanted to be filled, to be fucked. By anyone.  By
him
.

Madame’s sultry voice took her by surprise: “Look your beast in the eye, Suzanne.
Look
at him.  This beast is your sexual drive.  This is your desire, my dear.”

Gabrielle’s reluctant gaze climbed the leather harness, lingering on the beast’s shining chest before jumping past the collar and settling on his face. Her vision went fuzzy again. 
Is that fur?
The creature’s fanged face seemed unusually bearded.

“His eyes, Suzanne.  Look him in the eye.”  Madame tsked, and then went on, “I have him on a chain for the moment, but what happens when we unleash our desires?”

The beast grunted, and that sound travelled Gabrielle’s groin like a thunderclap.  As much as she didn’t want to believe it, this half-man half-beast had clearly come to ravage her. How could she possibly fight him off when she couldn’t move?

Mme de Villeneuve took one step closer, and the beast roared angrily. She said, “Yes, I know, my beast. Calm yourself.  This will take but a moment, and then you’ll be free to do exactly as you please.”

Exactly as you please?  What was that supposed to mean?

Stupid question.  He was naked. She was naked.  Gabrielle knew exactly what was about to happen.

Fear burned through her like fire. When it arrive at her belly, the sensation transformed into a desperate ache. She couldn’t be aroused by this horrific animal. She couldn’t crave his huge, hard cock.

Her body betrayed her in every way possible.

“What happens when we unleash our desires?” Madame asked as she unsnapped the leash from the beast’s collar.  “What happens then, Suzanne?”

Chapter 4

This isn’t happening.  This isn’t real.

The snarling beast bounded across the room, following the scent of her ripe, pulpy pussy.  It wasn’t her choice to be so aroused.  Did he realize that?  Would he even care?

No, of course he wouldn’t care.  He was a beast, after all. A beast takes what he wants, without a thought for the consequences.

Madame de Villeneuve closed the door, smiling wistfully as she cradled his chain to her chest.  Gabrielle wanted to ask why one woman would put another through such an ordeal, but her mouth wouldn’t open.

I’m not Suzanne. I’m not a sex addict. This therapy isn’t for me
.

She’d represented herself as someone else, someone who couldn’t get enough sex.  Gabrielle was just the opposite. She’d learned to live without. Life was easier, less complicated, more peaceful.

She didn’t need this therapy.  She didn’t want it.  But she couldn’t object. She couldn’t move.

The beast’s leathery muzzle to pushed between her legs and sniffed wildly.  His heavy hands landed on her thighs and he pushed them apart, though they were already widely splayed. Fear closed her throat, made her heart beat so madly she could just imagine it bursting through her chest. 

For all she knew, the beast might open his mouth, extend his huge shining teeth, and maul her to death. What would Madame do if the attack went too far?  How much power did she exert over him?

Oh god, why me?  Why this? 

Beads of sweat trickled down the dip of her back. Her skin bristled with inconceivable heat, and yet her veins ran with ice.  She’d never felt so uncomfortable in her own body.  She’d never wanted so badly to abandon it, just take off into the sky and forget all about herself. No more earthly being.

As the beast sniffed her belly and her breasts, Gabrielle’s pelvis tightened.  She couldn’t deny the throb between her legs, or the vast warmth glowing from a forgotten space inside herself.

Damn you, body!  Damn you for working with the enemy.

The juice of her arousal dripped between her slick cheeks. She could see the monster clearly now.  His huge hardness was the only thing set in her sights. 

This wasn’t her.  Gabrielle responded to romance and intimacy, not brute strength and force.  She shouldn’t be turned on by a beast.

But she
was
turned on.

Or maybe Suzanne the sex addict had taken over her body.

No. It was the drugs.  One of those club drugs, maybe Ecstasy. That was the only one she’d heard of.

Her mind raced.  Reproachful thoughts flooded her soul until it felt overly full, on the verge of explosion.

That’s when the beast lunged at her, ploughing his erection between her open legs.

Nooo!

He was everywhere at once. He was huge.

Gabrielle’s throat opened up, releasing a sound nothing like the bloodcurdling scream she heard in her mind.  She wanted to say
no, stop, get off, get out
, but she couldn’t speak a word.

Not a single word.

The beast filled her unapologetically, grunting as he pulled back and growling as he forced himself forward. When he bottomed out, pangs of electricity raced through her veins. As she clenched around his girth, a noise escaped her mouth.  It sounded more beastly than human.

“Very good,” Madame de Villeneuve said. “Keep at her, my beast.  Don’t stop.”

Gabrielle closed her eyes, but that only made her claustrophobic. She opened them to watch through the valley of her breasts as the beast forced himself into her cunt.

Cunt. What an awful word.

Yet she couldn’t stop thinking it.

Cunt. Cock. Pussy.

Punish. Pummel. Pound.

He pounded her pussy. He punished her cunt. 

She watched from somewhere outside herself.  She watched as though it were a stranger’s pussy taking the beating.

This wasn’t happening to her. 

It was happening to Suzanne.

Suzanne the sex addict.

Gabrielle nodded, and this time she actually felt her head move a touch.  She tried to say no, and the word came out as a high-pitched, “Enh.”

Her pussy was really the only part of her body with any sensation.  She couldn’t feel the metal stirrups against her bare feet. She couldn’t feel the scratchy Velcro on her legs, though she could feel the beast’s rabid motion between them.  His palms pressed into her thighs so hard she’d surely be left with bruises. But she didn’t care.  This was Suzanne’s body, not hers.  Let him do whatever he wanted.

“More!” she tried to say, but it came out as, “Ah!”

The beast must have understood. He dug his fingers into her flesh and pounded her pussy so hard the locks on the hospital bed began to falter.  When he forced his cock into her pulpy, swollen cunt, his balls swung forward to smack her hole.  His entire erection must have been inside her.  It hurt, but she wanted more.  Her pussy was nothing but a warm, wet itch. It wanted to be scratched.

Again and again and again…

The medical bed let out a metallic creak with every thrust. The harder he worked her over, the more the bed rattled.  Would it collapsed under their combined weight? The beast was a considerable man.

All that muscle…

She didn’t care.  She didn’t care what happened to the rest of her body, so long as the beastly stranger kept scratching the itch between her legs. He could go at her until she turned red and raw, for all she cared. It was a borrowed body.  Suzanne’s body.

How many cocks had filled Suzanne’s cunt?  This was just one more.

“Almost there,” Madame cried, clapping her hands.  “This is desire unleashed.  This is what happens when you allow it to ravage you, when you exert no control over it: you get taken by the beast. It leaves you battered and bruised. Is this what you want, Suzanne?”

“Yes!”  The word found its way out, fully-formed this time, and she didn’t stop at just one.  “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Her pussy went into spasm around the beast’s huge hardness.  Arching, he released a desolate cry.  Her pussy was so swollen she felt his shaft pulse and enlarge as he roared. Had her climax inspired his?

Not quite. He moved his hands from her thighs to her shoulders, then thrust hard enough to drive the hospital bed clear across the room.  She had no way of knowing where they’d started from, but when the bed met the wall her spine rattled along with the metal frame. She didn’t care. It was Suzanne’s spine, not hers. Gabrielle had taken herself out of the equation.  How else could she revel in orgasm when the beast bore down on her overburdened clit?

“Yes!” she cried, as the beast roared.  The leather of his harness bit into her naked flesh, but all she really wanted was to feel his muzzle on her mouth.

What would it feel like to kiss a beast?

“Very good,” Madame de Villeneuve said, grumbling rather than applauding them.  “Enough, my beast. Dismount your prey.”

He hovered over her, dripping with sweat, grunting unrepentantly.

His cock bore into the farthest reaches of Gabrielle’s pussy, even as Madame secured her chain to his collar.  “It’s time to put a leash on Suzanne’s rampant desire.”

The beast growled.

“Enough,” Madame commanded, in a low, lingering voice. “You’ve had your fill.”

The beast whined like a kicked puppy as Madame dragged him away from Gabrielle. He left her pussy warm with friction and dripping the hottest, heaviest load that ever found its way inside her.

“Come back,” she moaned, elongating each vowel. Her mouth felt strange, too big or too wide.

When Madame de Villeneuve tugged the leash, the beast’s eyes widened.  He’d taken her like a brute. He’d willfully ravaged her, and yet his expression was not that of a callous monster. He didn’t grimace or sneer or snarl or scowl, but those eyes… there was something about those eyes…

“Come.” Madame tugged the naked beast by his harness.

“Come back,” Gabrielle mouthed.

Did she hear him say
I will
, or was folly setting in already?