Seven Kisses: A Beauty and the Beast Dark Romance (8 page)

An immense growl rolled through his body and into hers as he pushed her against the table. Her bustle smacked it so hard their wine glasses toppled off the sides. Gabrielle shrieked at the terrible sound of shattering crystal as red wine splattered across her ankles.

“I’m sorry,” she said, spying anger in the beast’s eyes.  “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry.”

Letting out a roar, the beast tore open his crisp white shirt. Buttons flew in all directions, joining the glass shards on the floor. Juice’s show ramped up overhead, lending the small space a menacing feel.

“What are you doing?” Gabrielle cried as the beast ripped open his pants.  His belt remained buckled, but once his erection shot from the torn fly she found she could look at nothing else. “I said I was sorry. Isn’t that enough?”

Grabbing her hips, he lifted her fully off the floor and set her down on the table. She struggled for something to hold on to, knocking the bowl of olives to the floor.

“No!” she cried as he pressed down on her shoulders. “The dress! You’ll get it dirty…”

Too late now. She could feel her body gliding against the soft cheeses. She could smell them merging into the fabric of her gown as bread poked her back. She tried to get up, but the beast pushed her down. She tried again, but her hand slid in cheese, sending her down so hard her head smacked the hard wooden table.  “Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?”

He tossed her skirt over her face and she was lost, inside out.  Cool air found her hot pussy, and when her lower half was fully exposed she realized how wet she was. When did that happen?  When they were dancing, maybe?  Not just now, she hoped.  She didn’t want to be the sort of girl who became aroused by a beast whose anger boiled over at the drop of a hat.

“I said I was sorry,” she cried. “Did Madame put you up to this?  Did she tell you to take me against my will? Is it part of the treatment?”

When the beast grabbed her thighs, Gabrielle attempted to roll off the table. He held her harder.
No
. She wasn’t having it. She wasn’t tied up anymore. She could win this.

Twisting her body, she grabbed a chair and tried to kick her legs against the beast’s chest or over his head—anything to get free.  She almost managed it, too, but the beast caught her by the hips and picked her up as she wriggled toward the ground.  Spinning her fully around, he slammed her chest down on the table. Glass crunched underfoot like ribbon candy. Thank goodness she’d kept her shoes on—they pinched, but at least her feet weren’t bleeding.

“Don’t you have a mind of your own?” Gabrielle cried, trying not to inhale squished pastries.  “Can’t you follow your own rules, or does it always have to be hers? Who is Mme de Villeneuve and why do you always do what she says?”

Did she really expect the beast to answer?  Did she even expect him to pause for thought before spreading her cheeks with both hands and plunging his cock to her very depths?  Because if that’s what she’d expected, it certainly wasn’t what she got. The beast grunted violently as he filled her rabid cunt.

“Stop it!” Her pussy muscles tightening around his erection. “I hate you! Do you hear me?  I hate you for this!”

He didn’t care. He pounded her from behind as she scraped at the edges of the table, as if he’d let her go without a fight! He grabbed her wrists and hooked them behind her, right in the small of her back. He held them together with one massive hand while he grabbed her hair with the other.

“Nooo!” Gabrielle screamed. “It took forever to do my hair. Don’t mess it—
owww
!”

He pulled her hair and it hurt and he didn’t seem to care at all. Her body didn’t seem to care, either. Her pussy hugged that fat shaft as he dealt his brutal blows.  It clenched spasmodically, tightening so hard it made him groan. The more she cried
no
, the more her body wanted him. She tried to ignore it, but how could she? When he rammed her, her chest slid across the table. Her bare breasts spilled out the front of her gown as he held her wrists in place.

“Stop it, you bastard!  You’re killing me!”

More
, her body moaned.
Gimme more. Fill me full-up. Make me come!

“No,” she said, addressing her body this time. “Stop it. Stop it. Stop this!”

She cried herself hoarse as the beast beat her cunt. In all her years, she’d never taken a pounding like this.  His body was so huge, so powerful, but this relentless brutality hadn’t come out quite so much when he’d performed in front of Madame.

“I hate you,” she growled, sounding almost as threatening as he did. “You’re hurting me, you bastard! You’re killing me! Don’t you even care?”

He slammed into her as Juice rose up in a frenzy all around them. Was the music louder than before? It nearly beat out the sound of her breath rattling from her lungs and the beast’s unforgiving growls. She felt undeniably dirty as he fucked her, and not just because of the soft cheeses smeared across her naked breasts.

If she were good, she’d fight. But she wasn’t fighting, so she wasn’t good.  She didn’t struggle when he clamped his fingers around her wrists. She didn’t offer a swift kick when he pulled her hair. There were so many things she could do, so many ways she could fight back, and yet the closest thing she could manage was to buck her hips until her bare ass met his torn-open pants. He filled her with cock and her body went along with it.

“Enough!” she cried. “Stop it! I didn’t ask for this!  I hate you! I hate you!”

The beast filled her so tempestuously her naked legs quivered. Had he satiated himself inside her? He released his hold on her hair, released her aching wrists, and picked her up by her raw silk skirt. As he held her suspended, she rested her head on the table and fought to grab hold of its rounded edges.

He controlled her body so masterfully she could have cried if she’d been able to pull herself out of the moment. But she couldn’t. She screamed and swore, but she was no longer listening to herself. She wasn’t even listening to Juice. The only noise that filled her ears was the beast’s great growl of orgasm.  It trembled in her bones and made her skin tingle. Her pussy palpitated around him, and she was almost convinced she could feel his hot cum filling her, spilling from her, running down her lips and matting in her pubic hair.

“Cad,” she said, though she’d never uttered the word in her life. “You
cad
. You
bully
. You cruel, unkind man!”

Grunting, he carried her across the antechamber, opened the door to her small white chamber, and threw her down on the bed.  She bounced on the mattress.  The springs squeaked, the wrought iron creaked, and she had to grab hold of the sheets not to tumble off the side.

What now? What could he possibly do next?

Gabrielle’s heart pounded like a drum. She watched the beast as he stood in the doorway, his shoulders heaving. His mask hung limp on one side, blocking the sight of his face and yet barely attached to it.  His spent cock hung between his legs, outside his torn pants, while his exposed abdominal muscles tensed. He looked like the sex crimes version of The Hulk.

And then he turned around…

“Wait!” Gabrielle shouted. “Where are you going?”

Taking the door in hand, he slammed it so violently Gabrielle felt its tremble clattering her bones.

“No!”  She ran to it and tried the knob, but the door had locked.  “Don’t go! Come back here. Don’t leave me!”

Tears pricked her eyes like thorns as she pounded her fists against the piece of wood that separated her from the man she loved.

“Damn it!” she cried.  “I hate you! I hate you! I hate that I love you. Come back!”

Falling to her knees, she cried into the dark dress that surrounded her like a pool of blood. Her bare breasts heaved as her sobs grew more violent. Everything smelled like cheese, goddamnit!  She stunk, she was locked away from the world, she was missing her Juice concert, and her beast had loved her and left her.

“Why did I trust you?” she asked in his absence. “Why do I love you?”

Tearing out of the ruined gown, Gabrielle threw herself naked in bed. She hugged her pillow to her bare breast and cried until she slept.

Chapter 10

Cold. So cold.

Gabrielle shivered as she reached for the duvet. Wait, where was her duvet? 

Wait, where were her pyjamas?

She sat up in bed, straight as a board, and a cold sweat broke across her brow. This wasn’t her bedroom. This wasn’t her bed. This wasn’t a dream, though she desperately wished it were.

Bereft of tears, she turned to gaze out the window. What time was it? Midnight? The sky was a starless purple sheet and the moon nowhere to be seen, yet its bluish glow reflected in the stark white complexions of the statues in the garden down below. Who were those figures, she wondered? Had this place always been a so-called rehabilitation centre, or did it have a brighter history? Hard to imagine a darker one.

She heard a clicking noise and by the time she’d spun around the door was swinging open. The beast! Had to be.

But it wasn’t.

“Madame?”  Cover her naked body with the sheet, Gabrielle took in the strange sight in the threshold: Mme de Villeneuve wearing a shiny latex bodysuit, incredibly high-heeled boots, and a mind-melting blue strap-on dildo. Gabrielle didn’t know whether to laugh or gasp. Madame made the decision for her by raising a riding crop in the air and bringing it down swiftly enough to shock the breath out of her lungs.

“You!”  Pointing the crop at Gabrielle, Madame stepped closer to the bed. “You tried to unmask my beast.”

Gabrielle’s heart pounded.  She didn’t know whether to keep an eye on that big blue cock or the stern black crop.  “How did you know about that?”

“You truly believe that anything you do in my manor is private, child?  How wrong you are!  Mme de Villeneuve knows all, sees all.”

“I’m sorry,” Gabrielle said, though she wasn’t really.  “I just wanted to see what he looked like. Is that so wrong?”

Bringing the crop’s leather tongue down on the mattress, Madame cried, “You have upset the great balance, Suzanne. You have upset it tremendously.”

“What great balance?” Gabrielle asked, feeling her legs tremble with fear.

“The beast is not a man, to you. The beast represents your desire. He should not be an individual. He should only act as lightning rod for your uncontrollable arousal.”

Gabrielle pressed her palms against her eyes to alleviate the sharp pain behind them. “If you’re so all-knowing, how could you possibly think I’m the one with the uncontrollable arousal? Don’t you know what your beast did? I said no and he attacked. He forced himself on me. Is this what you call
therapy
?  Because if it is, you’ve got a screw loose, lady.”

“Hush!”  Mme de Villeneuve brought her riding crop down just inches away from Gabrielle’s toes.  “You will take your punishment in silence, child.”

“No,” Gabrielle said, though she was shaking, terrified.  “I don’t deserve to be punished. This isn’t some make-believe planet where it’s okay to reprimand women against their will. This is the real world, and in the real world I have every right to unmask my aggressor.  I have every right to go to the police and bring him up on charges. But first I need to know who he is.”

“Silence!” Madame cried, showing Gabrielle the item she’d been holding behind her back. “I’d hoped I wouldn’t need to use this on you, Suzanne, but you are simply incorrigible this evening. I don’t know what’s gotten into you.”

Gabrielle didn’t know what she was looking at, but as Madame lunged forward she knew she didn’t want it anywhere near her.  “What are you doing? Stop it! Get that thing off me!”

Tossing the crop on the bed, Mme de Villeneuve fitted some sort of leather harness over Gabrielle’s head. She tried to push the woman off or cast the leather thing away, but her muscles wouldn’t cooperate. She raised her foot and, though it was buried beneath the crisp white sheets, managed to kick Madame in the belly.

Mme de Villeneuve staggered across the room, looking down as if to ask what had happened. When it sank in the she’d been kicked, her eyes blazed. “How
daaare
you?”

“I’m sorry!” Gabrielle squealed, because she was really in trouble now.  She tried to roll off the bed, but her legs were tangled in the sheet like a mermaid stuck in seaweed.  “Oh crap.”

She pushed at the linens, but that was a bad move. Mme de Villeneuve grabbed her wrists with almost as much strength as the beast had exerted over her.

“I’m sorry,” Gabrielle said, like a broken record. “I’ll be good. I swear.”

“You will
not
be good,” Madame growled. “Not without training.”

Madame pinned her to the bed, pressing that huge dildo down on her ass. Thank goodness for the sheet, though it didn’t do much good when the witch grabbed the leather reins clipped to the crop’s handle.  With mercenary precision, Mme de Villeneuve wrapped Gabrielle’s wrists together.  She couldn’t hope to escape.

“What are you doing?” Gabrielle moaned, feeling suddenly lost in exhaustion. “What are you putting on my head?”

“What does it feel like I’m putting on your head?”  Madame fitted something rubberized between her teeth.  It reminded her of the kind of bit you’d put in a horse’s mouth, not that she was any kind of expert.  Why on earth would Madame put one in hers?

When she tried to ask, she got her answer: with the bit between her teeth, she couldn’t speak—not clearly.

“Ahh ah-eu eu-eee eu-ee?”

What are you doing to me?

Madame didn’t answer. Instead, she hooked the harness strap under Gabrielle’s chin, around the back of her neck, and then criss-crossed it over the top of her head.  She shook, but it wouldn’t come loose.

“Ahh ee!”

Help me! 
Gabrielle shook like a wet dog.

“There’s no use trying,” Madame advised. “You
would not
shut your mouth. Now you
cannot
shut your mouth. You cannot speak, which suits me rightly. You have become quite an irritating young woman in the time you’ve been here, Suzanne. I should wonder if my therapy will have any positive effect at all.”

“Ahh ee!  Uh-uh!”

Help me! Someone!

Clicking her teeth, Mme de Villeneuve hooked the leather straps to the metal O-rings on either side of Gabrielle’s face. The O-rings connected the rubber bit to the head harness, and now her tied-up hands were also attached.
Wonderful
. Nowhere to go but wherever Madame led her.

“Come now, filthy child.” Madame tugged the reins, drawing Gabrielle backwards off the bed.  “Goodness gracious, you stink of cheese!”

“Ahh eee!”

My feet!
  They remained tangled in the sheet as Gabrielle tumbled to the floor, smacking her knees and then her breasts against the old wood.

“Get up!” Madame commanded.  “Up on your hind legs, silly creature.”

“Ah aaaeee.”

I can’t!

“You can and you will.”  Pulling the reins until they cut into Gabrielle’s arms, Madame persuaded her roughly to her feet.  “There you are. What did I tell you? Don’t give up without trying first, Suzanne.”

“Ah ahhee.”

I’m sorry.

Leading Gabrielle across the room, Madame opened the large wooden door and pushed her through the threshold. The antechamber sat in darkness, but by the light of the moon she could see that the table had been cleared and the broken glass cleaned up. Thank goodness, because her feet were bare and the last thing she needed was bleeding toes.

Gabrielle hesitated in front of the secret passage from which the beast had earlier emerged.  Their “date” streamed to mind, overwhelming her every sense. All she could smell was the cheese coating her skin. All she could feel was a beast’s cock pounding her cunt as she begged him to stop. All she could hear was the band she’d once loved. Now they would always remind her of that horrid night with a man she thought she could trust.

“Ehh ah oo aaee eee?”

Where are you taking me?

“Walk on,” Madame commanded, pressing Gabrielle toward the smoky passageway.

Was the beast down that corridor? Would he take her while Madame watched… or while Madame participated?  After all, the woman wore a strap-on that could easily compete with the beast for girth.

“I said walk on. Do I need to whip you, child?”

Mme de Villeneuve didn’t wait for an answer. She slapped Gabrielle’s ass with the cruel tongue of her riding crop.

The moment Gabrielle felt that sting, she bore her teeth into the rubber bit, simultaneously shrieking and hopping in the air.  She had no idea where she was headed, but she raced down a corridor fitted with institutional fluorescent lights. The checkerboard vinyl tiles felt soft and warm against her bare feet, and the minty green paint bubbled along the wall.  Everything about this hallway screamed
hospital from the sixties
. Gabrielle wondered where on earth she was heading, but she didn’t stop running until Madame pulled the reins.

“Whoa, Nelly.”  Madame clicked her teeth and tugged until the bit spread Gabrielle’s mouth wider.  “That’s a good girl. Rest for a moment while I unlatch the gate.”

Gate? What gate?
  All that stood before her was another heavy wooden door, like so many that had trapped her in this monstrous manor house.

Gabrielle struggled to contain the spit welling under her tongue. Swallowing was almost impossible, and she felt truly ashamed of herself as dribble ran down the side of her chin. Hopefully Madame wouldn’t notice.  Anyway, Madame was busy unbolting the numerous antiquated locks on the door. Maybe if Gabrielle shook her head like a pony the spittle would dislodge.

She gave it a try just as Madame turned around. A slick stream of spit flew between them, settling on the woman’s shiny latex cat suit.

“Suzanne!” Madame shouted.

“Ahh ahheee!”

I’m sorry!

“I try to domesticate your desire and this is the thanks I get?  First you attempt to unmask my beast and now you spit on me?”

“Ahh ahheee!”

“You are a very ungrateful girl, Suzanne.  I give you every opportunity for redemption and this is how you repay me?”

“Ahh ahheee!”

But sorry obviously didn’t cut it, because Mme de Villeneuve raised her crop and brought it down in one callous motion.  “There! What do you think of that, Suzanne?”

The leather tongue struck her exposed nipple so intensely Gabrielle’s vision blurred.
Crickets
. She heard crickets. She hadn’t noticed them before, but now they were everywhere, by the sounds of it.

“And again,” Madame said, striking the other breast. Her aim was off this time and she caught Gabrielle’s flesh rather than the nipple, but she went again and hit the mark. “That’s better.”

Gabrielle screamed, producing a guttural noise that left her throat without her tongue’s interference.  Sheets of pain streaked through her body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. Did Madame realize how much this hurt?

“Come!” Madame instructed, hooking her finger through the left O-ring.

When Madame nudged the door open with the sole of her boot, Gabrielle dug her bare heels into the vinyl.

“Goodness child, what now?”

“Aww ahhiiii.”

Not outside!

“When I say come, I mean it.”  Madame brought the crop up instead of down, this time striking Gabrielle’s naked pussy. 

Gabrielle thanked her lucky stars for her pubic hair and the fact that she was standing with her legs more closed than open. If Madame had struck her full on the clit with that amount of force, she couldn’t fathom the pain.

“Stop fussing,” Madame said, and pulled Gabrielle beyond another threshold.

She should have expected cruel and unusual punishment, but at least everything else she’d been subjected to had taken place indoors. Now that Mme de Villeneuve had pulled her outside, anyone might spot her naked and harnessed like a horse.  She couldn’t even cover her bare breasts with her hands. Madame had tied both wrists behind her back.

The moment Gabrielle’s bare feet met the cool wet grass of the mansion’s side yard, she looked around desperately. Sure it was the middle of the night and they were surrounding by trees, but anyone might be watching: bums taking shelter in the ravine, boy scouts camping out for the night, Google satellites capturing midnight shots of North American neighbourhoods—anything was possible.

“I told you to stop fussing.”  Madame smacked her again, catching her inner thigh this time. She should have been relieved, but it actually hurt more than the smack to her pussy.  Madame must have realized how tortured Gabrielle felt, because she dealt another blow quickly thereafter, striking the other thigh.

“Ahhh!”

Ahhh!

The crop’s cruel bite couldn’t compare to any sensation Gabrielle had experienced. It wasn’t like a bee sting or a mosquito bite. It was worse than poison ivy and stinging nettle combined. It brought an immediate blinding pain she could feel not only in her skin, but throughout her entire body.  Worse yet, it made her scream. It made her scream while she stood naked outdoors, hoping not to draw attention to herself.