by Jenika Snow
“No.” She shook her head as much as she could with his hand still holding her chin.
“Yes, Belle.” He kissed her hard enough that their teeth clashed together, and although he knew she was frightened and confused, she leaned in slightly. “I’ve paid for your sister’s medical bills, so you working as a slut for others is no longer necessary.”
She jerked back, her face showing her surprise. “Why would you do that?” she whispered.
“I wanted you, Belle. I wanted you from the moment I saw you. But then I got into the accident before I could approach you, went through treatment for my injuries, and became isolated from everything. I gorged myself in dark pleasures, tried to tell myself that you were much too innocent for the pleasures I liked, but you never left my mind.”
She licked her lips. “Why change your mind?”
He grinned, but it was filled with his sadistic beast. “Like I said, I couldn’t get you out of my mind, and the more I tried to forget about what I wanted to do, the more I obsessed over you.” He cupped her breasts, pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and loved when she cried out in pain. “So I watched you more intently, learned your routine, and when I found out your struggles and the lengths you were going to make sure you took care of your family, I knew I had to have you.” He didn’t want to talk anymore, didn’t want to discuss this any further. He wanted her, finally had her where he wanted her, and wasn’t going to relent until she conceded that she was Beauty to his Beast. “No more talking, Belle.” He moved back around her, and brought the belt along the back of her thighs.
He gave her a moment to breathe through the pain, but he also knew she was aroused, saw the way she clenched her thighs together, and was anxious to give her more. He smoothed his hand across the lines along her ass and thighs. Jackson got on his haunches, set the belt down, grabbed her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. “Open your legs wide. I want to see the cunt that belongs to me now.”
She obeyed instantly, and he curled his fingers into the flesh of her ass. “Christ, that is so good.” The scent of her arousal slammed into him. Her pussy hole was slightly open from the way he was holding her, and he didn’t deny himself from tasting her. Jackson leaned down and ran his tongue along her cleft, pressed the muscle into her opening, and growled out when she clenched around him. Over and over he swirled his tongue around her hole, licking and swallowing her juices, and needing more. Only when she started shaking did he move back.
He would give her more, so much more until she was starving from her lust. He smacked her ass with his hand, and loved watched the globe shake slightly. “Tell me you accept me, that you’re mine.” He squeezed one of her ass cheeks. “I know you desire me, more than just what you are experiencing tonight. You watched me, too, Belle, but were far too sweet and shy to approach me,” he said softly right by her ear.
He picked up the belt when she nodded, and brought it across her ass gently. Jackson found himself staring at her, almost in a trance as her flesh turned a vibrant red. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” Sweat beaded his brow as he continued to spank her repeatedly until she was crying harder than he had ever seen her do so far.
“You make me feel good, but this is crazy.” She sighed out the last word.
“Crazy is the best kind, Belle.” He tossed the belt aside, and stared at the work he had done. Her entire ass and the back of her thighs were red, and he even saw some bruises starting to form. He smoothed his hands up and down her hot flesh. He was wild for her, so aroused his dick throbbed to be deep in her body. All he heard was his heart pounding fiercely, and the way the belt had sounded as it hit her flesh.
“I’m going to fuck you, claim every part of you, so what I told you is a reality.” He bent in front of her, picked up her leg so it was draped over his shoulder, and ran his tongue along her pussy. Jackson sucked her clit into his mouth until she was grinding her cunt on his face, and then flattened his tongue and slid it up to the tight hole of her pussy. Before he was unable to stop himself from just taking her right here while she was restrained, he stood and lowered the pulley. He gripped her nape gently but firmly and pulled her head back so she could look up at him. “Say the words.”
She stared at him, and then whispered. “I’m yours. I’ve always wanted to be yours.”
Proprietary feelings slammed into him, and he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. The room was still dark, but he could see well enough to know what he was doing. She was in the center of the bed, her legs spread and her breasts moving up and down as she breathed heavily. Taking hold of her feet, he pulled her down so her ass was hanging off of the mattress, grabbed her leg and opened her up for him. Taking hold of his cock, he stroked himself from root to tip.
“Ask for my cock, Belle. Beg for it.”
She licked her lips and he watched the act of her dragging her tongue along the swell of her bottom lip. It was slow and sensual, and made him harder. The wetness at the tip of his dick attested to the fact that he wouldn’t last much longer once he was buried balls deep inside of her.
“Give me your cock, make me hurt right before I come.”
Fucking hell. She was going to have him come before he was even inside of her cunt. He kept hold of the root of his dick as he ran the tip of his erection up and down her slick folds, and then pressed against the entrance of her pussy. He moved his other hand up the valley between her breasts, wrapped his fingers around her throat loosely, and then thrust into her in one swift, hard move.
She was so fucking hot, so damn ready for him that she instantly clenched tight around him. A guttural groan left him at the feel and he gently tightened his hold on her neck. He wanted her to be on the brink of orgasm, gasping for breath, and then she’d explode in euphoria. Slamming his other hand on the side of her head, he retreated and then pushed back into her. She stared up at him, her mouth parted, her eyes wide and glossy, and beads of sweat dotting her forehead.
He smacked her tit with his hand, watched the globe shake, and then heard her moan. She closed her eyes and thrust her breasts out for him. He loved her masochistic need, couldn’t control himself any longer, and stated pounding into her. Her cheeks turned red and she gasped for breath, but Jackson made sure to control the pressure so she could get the maximum exposure of the dark orgasm he wanted her to have. She didn’t stop him, didn’t move her hands to her throat to remove his hand, which she could have easily done if she’d wanted to, so he kept the pressure on her throat.
The strangled sound that came from her when he slammed into her especially hard had him lowering his chest to hers and taking hold of her jaw. Tilting her head to the side, he probed her mouth with his tongue, and deepened the kiss until there was no question that she was his.
He didn’t stop himself from pulling out until just the tip of his dick was inside of her, and then pushed back in. He did this over and over again, not picking up his speed, but making sure to completely fill her every time he slammed back into her. Sweat now started to cover his back as he kept up a steady rhythm. He broke the kiss, and started biting the side of her neck. Keeping her head to the side with his hand on her jaw, he dragged his tongue up and down her sweet skin, and then followed the path with his teeth. When he had stretched her enough, and when she moved her nails down his back, Jackson really started to slam in and out of her. He pulled back just enough to watch her tits bounce and jiggle from the force with which he was taking her. Her breath came out of her in small pants. He looked back at the tender flesh of her neck, saw that it was slightly red from his tongue and teeth, and went back to erotically abuse the area again.
She moved up the bed an inch, and he braced a hand on her shoulder, pulled her down, and gritted his teeth when their pelvises pressed together. He was close, too, but he wasn’t about to let go that easily. He wanted her to come, now. “Let go, Belle.” He pumped harder into her, and held her throat tightly. And then she came, gasping for air, her face turning red. He slowly removed his ha
nd from her throat, watched the way she clenched at the sheets and cried out from the intensity of it, and was so close to getting off he could feel it in his back. But he wanted her to come again, right along with him.
He felt her inner muscles clench rhythmically along his shaft and knew she’d come again. His balls drew up tight, and he came hard. He filled her with his cum and then pulled out of her slowly. Jackson pulled out of her pussy, and stared between her thighs as their combined fluids seeped out of her. Collapsing on the bed beside her, he stared at the ceiling, felt the euphoria of finally having the woman he had lusted after for the last year, and knew that he couldn’t let her go this time. He wanted her for himself, and anybody that tried to take her from him was as good as dead. He had the money, the power, and the obsession to take what he wanted.
“What now?” she said after a few moments of the silence moving between them.
He looked at her, saw the marks on her neck, on her hips, and felt this pride and arousal move through him at the sight. “Now you’re mine.” He sat up, knowing that the scarred side of him was in her clear view, but felt no shame at the fact he hated how he looked. Even a year of treatment couldn’t help him look like he had, but she had proved that didn’t matter. She reached up and ran her fingers along the horrid flesh of his side. He still worked out, still stayed healthy. But the flesh that was a constant reminder of what he could have lost had him realizing that even through the ugliest, darkest times in a person’s life, there was still the chance to live.
“I did want you from the moment I saw you,” she said softly, and continued to run her fingers along his side, up his neck, cupping the side of his face.
He knew she was confused over everything he’d said, knew that he would have to show her why he wanted her, why he had craved her for this long. But he also knew that they had all the time in the world. He wasn’t an old man, thirty-seven only, but compared to him she was inexperienced. “I will not control your life outside of what I want in the bedroom. I will not tell you what you can and can’t do when you are not in my presence. This isn’t a fairytale, Belle, and it isn’t this romanticized story where all your dreams will come true and you’ll have a happily ever after.” He stared into her eyes. “This is real life, what I want, and how I go about getting it. You can leave, run from me, but I want you like I want to breathe.” He leaned in and took her bottom lip between his teeth, gave it a little tug, and then smoothed his tongue over the abused flesh.
“And you want me to just hand myself over to you? Give my submission freely?”
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “But I only want what you want to give me, and unless I am blind I can see you want me as much as I want you.” He cupped her breasts, molding his hand around the soft globe. “You are the woman that tempts my beast, but also tames me enough that I can’t think of anyone else besides you, no matter how hard I try.”
“I’ll say it again…. this is crazy,” she said but leaned into his touch. “But I have never felt this alive, never wanted someone with such intensity that I can’t even think straight.” She glanced down and said softly, “and I’ve never wanted so much pain with my pleasure before, but you give just enough.”
He pulled her close and wrapped the blanket around them. There didn’t need to be anything else said, because right now all that was spoken was what they needed to hear. They had time to sort through things, to grow comfortable with where they were at, and he had ages to teach her what he wanted, and vice versa. He was ready for that, ready for her.
He was ready to give her everything that he was, because for the first time in his life he actually had something he wanted more than money, power, or the control he had also lived with. Jackson had Belle, and she was his Beauty to his damaged and feral Beast.
The End
Aurora wove through the frat house, slamming her hand on the wall to steady herself, and feeling sickness churn and cramp her belly. She had come to the party with an acquaintance. Aurora had reluctantly agreed to come along, but as the beers kept getting shoved in her face she’d lost track of Melanie. Now she was trying to find her way to the front door, because fresh air sounded like it might help this nauseating feeling currently dominating her.
“Hey, you okay?” A slurred masculine voice said.
She looked over at the guy standing right behind her. He wore a Sigma Kappa Alpha Beta shirt, his muscles bulging, and a very drunk expression on his face.
“No, I’m good,” she said in an equally slurred voice. Aurora squinted, feeling woozy as she stared at this frat member, turned around, and then walked away when he tried speaking to her again. Pushing through the thick throng of people congregating in the living room, she blocked out the blasting music, and the scent of sweat and beer. She spotted Melanie in the corner with one of the frat guys, her lips locked with his, their mouths fused together. Aurora wouldn’t consider Melanie her friend since they had only met at the beginning of the semester—two months ago. It was clear Melanie cared more about getting laid than keeping track of each other and making sure they were safe.
Aurora moved over to her, cleared her throat, and waited until the burly frat dude and Melanie broke away enough to suck in some oxygen.
“Oh, hey, there you are, girl,” Melanie said, her eyes bloodshot, and her breath smelling rank of liquor.
“I think I am going to call a cab and head home. I’m not feeling very well.”
Melanie shrugged and wrapped her arms around the guy even harder. “Lightweight, aren’t you? Your loss. They’re about to do keg stands right now.” She went back to kissing him, and Aurora knew it was time for her to go.
She moved through the crowd again until she finally stepped onto the porch. The chilled fresh air helped her to sober slightly, but then a wave of nausea hit her and she ran off the steps and away from the crowd. Finding a secluded spot between some shrubs, she pulled her long blonde hair away and threw up. She instantly stared to feel better, and when the dry heaves ended she leaned back against the house and breathed out.
There were vehicles lined up on the curb, but it was the sight of the dark luxury car parked on the other side of the street that had her taking notice. Squinting her eyes, she swore she recognized the vehicle, but her vision was blurry, she was slightly dizzy, and the world was spinning. Getting up sounded like a horrible idea, but she knew she couldn’t stay here. She’d rest, just for a moment, and then she’d call a cab. As it was right now she wouldn’t even be able to see the numbers.
The longer she sat there, the more exhausted she grew. But it was the sight of the luxury car door opening, of a man in dark clothes stepping out, hidden in the shadows, and of him walking close to her that had Aurora trying to sit up straighter. But she couldn’t. Any and all movement had her stomach clenching in sickness. Her eyes were so heavy, and her body so achy. She just wanted to pass out. God, how could she be so stupid as to get this drunk?
The man stopped a foot from her, the shadows blocking out his face, or maybe she was just too drunk to focus clearly. She had never been this wasted, and right now this strange man was staring at her, probably going to kill her in front of all these drunken ass college kids, and for what, a little excitement? Of course she was letting her thoughts take control, because who in their right mind thought about someone killing them in front of a frat house?
And then she felt herself grow even more tired, and her eyes slid shut just as the man crouched in front of her. Darkness overwhelmed Aurora and she drifted off, letting the shadows consume her and take her under.
Grey watched her, looked at the way her chest rose and fell underneath the sheet, and felt his cock harden. He had watched Aurora for the last two months, growing infatuated with her, obsessed with the thought of her, and unable to focus until he had found out everything there was to know about his eighteen-year-old student. But he wasn’t a stupid man. He had a degree from Harvard, had graduated with a doctorate at the top of his class. He wasn’t a fool in thinking t
hat what he was doing, what he wanted to do with Aurora was morally wrong. But he didn’t care, didn’t even blink at the thought that he had been watching her at that frat party, waiting for his chance when she’d come outside and he could coax her into his car. Yeah, that sounded like he was being a dirty fucking pervert, but the truth was when he had first seen Aurora he knew she was something very special. She was quiet, timid almost, and knowing she had been at that party, around all of those fucking perverted college guys that only thought about sex, infuriated him.
Grey stood over Aurora and looked down at her sleeping face, feeling the need to touch her. Her long blonde hair was slightly covering her cheek, and he reached out and brushed his fingers along her flesh. She was soft and smooth, and his cock jerked. He was a bastard for touching her when she didn’t know it, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted her like a fiend looking for a fix, like a fucking madman needing to have her in the most consuming of ways. He wasn’t a sicko, and wasn’t the type of man that allowed his emotions to take over. But when it concerned Aurora he was moving on pure instinct.
Whatever it was about her aroused him, had him losing focus on his life, and had Grey feeling jealously the likes of which he hadn’t experienced since his teenage years. He was a thirty-four-year-old man lusting, obsessing over an eighteen-year-old young woman. That should be wrong on every damn level, but he just couldn’t stay away.