by Ryan, Nicole
It was no bigger than the pad of her finger, the intricate rose petals clung to one another and curled into a heart at the center. There were tiny specs of sugar that gleamed on the petals like little droplets of dew. Before Belle could let her analytical mind talk her out of it, she popped her finger into her mouth, and sucked the chocolate from her finger.
“Going for it tonight are we?” Daniel said, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline as he looked at Belle through the mirror.
“I’m nervous about this one Danny, keep a good ear out tonight would you?” She asked, straightening her dress.
“Sure, there’s something more in the cabinet for you, just leave the dress in there.” He said.
“I don’t get to keep this one?” Belle asked in mock shock.
This dress was surely one of Lenora’s favorites. She had clients around the world that showered her with gifts and tokens of their gratitude for her charity work and other business ventures. Belle opened the cabinet and folded neatly on the second shelf was a black lace thong, and a long red hooded cape. On the top shelf, was a bottle of baby oil, and Belle gasped as she pulled the shoes out.
“Oh my God Jimmy Choo’s!” Belle said holding the black suede, Amos courts with clear pumps wrapped in gold and black to her breasts, hugging them lovingly.
“Do you get to keep them?” Daniel asked with a grin.
“Note says yes!” Belle cried and bit back her smile as she slipped them on.
Belle pulled on the thong, and the cape, and sat back to close her eyes. The drive was nearly thirty minutes, and Belle woke as the car pulled over a gravel driveway, the headlights spilling over thick overgrown brush. She blinked her eyes hard and tried to focus them, it couldn’t be. Every fower on the rows of rose bushes lining the driveway seemed to glow and the stars above them were brilliant as she rolled the window down and gazed up at them.
Belle let out a shriek of laughter as her hair fell out of the careful bun. She crawled up onto her knees, forgetting about her bare breasts as she twisted to gaze at the sky.
“The stars! They’re so bright!” She cried as she slid back into the car, and Daniel turned onto an even smaller drive.
“It’s easier to see them out here. But you’ve also eaten the chocolate.” His eyes crinkled with laughter and Belle joined him.
Daniel parked and came around to open the door for her, reaching over and pulling the hood of the cape over her head, it hung so low that all she could see, were her feet… agreeably clad in new Jimmy Choo’s. They walked up several stone steps before reaching a platform, and turning to go up several more.
Daniel released her hands, and knocked a few times on the door. It sounded large as it opened and groaned from its hinges. As Belle stepped over the threshold her heels clicked loudly, and echoed off of the walls around her. Daniel slowed and turned her around by her hips, urging her to sit.
“I’ll be back in three and a half hours.” He said softly, and she heard his footfalls as he left her in the quiet place.
Belle thought it smelled strange, like somewhere she’d been before, but she couldn’t place it. Under the hood, Belle stared at her fingers, and examined the red velvet chase she was sitting on, running her fingers in one direction, and then tracing little circles in another. A door opened to her right moments later, and Belle stilled as footfalls approached.
“Belle.” Anthony’s warm voice called to her as his bare feet appeared in her vision, he lifted the hood from her head and lifted her hands to his lips.
Belle took in the beautiful sight of his chiseled body, his bare chest was splashed with hair and she longed to reach up and scratch her nails through it. She looked around the darkened room, which looked more like a museum than a home.
“Wow.” She said, and her eyes were attracted to a bright glow coming from a room to her left.
“This isn’t my usual home,” He began, running a hand through his thick dark hair, “But I wasn’t sure where-“ He quieted when Belle placed her finger on his lips with a shake of her head.
“I don’t need to know any details. This is lovely.” She smiled.
Finally, Anthony let his eyes trail down Belle’s body. The cloak covered her breasts, revealing only cleavage and taunt abs above wide, buxom hips. Slowly he reached up to take her breasts into his hands, sliding his thumbs over her nipples before slipping his fingers over her shoulder, sending the cloak to the floor.
“Do you like the shoes?” He asked, glancing down at her feet.
“Very much. Thank you.” Belle replied.
“Then you’d better leave them here too.” He winked, and Belle bent to remove them quickly.
Belle followed Anthony into the room she’d seen before, and realized that the glow was from the many candles burning, some in holders and others so large that they sat right on the floor. Belle’s eyes took in the room immediately; four large windows were high up on the wall, thick red curtains hung from them, and the drapery continued along the ceiling of the large room. In the center was what looked like a bed frame, only it was standing up on its side, and as Belle had expected, there were restraints attached to it.
Anthony watched her features carefully as her eyes roved over the room, her delicate features seemed so hard, so… cautious. When her eyes landed on the shackles, Anthony held his breath, but she didn’t run, or scream, she didn’t even blink. Anthony’s heart pounded madly in his chest.
Slowly, Belle turned her eyes up to his, and as he prepared his apology in his head, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and sunk to her knees, fixing her eyes on the ground. Anthony stared at her for a second, his brows drawn together in confusion, before it dawned on him.
“Oh no, Miss Belle, you misunderstand.” He said, and his deep laughter trickled down as he gently stood her up.
She placed her hands on his rippled chest and looked up into his eyes questioningly before they flitted back to the steel bars and restraints.
“But I thought…”
“No.” Anthony shook his head. “I’m not looking for a submissive. I quite enjoy you as you are Belle. That is part of what turns me on.”
“Well, I pray you tell Mr. Bestia, what it is you have in store for me this evening.” Belle said, stepping closer to him and pressing her breasts against his knotted stomach, the light dusting of hair scratching on her nipples.
“I’d like you to be restrained.” He said, slipping a finger into the waistband of her thong.
“And?” Belle asked as she leaned up to press her lips to his. She didn’t really want him to tell her.
“And…” He began, swallowing as Belle locked her eyes with his and wrapped her arms around his thick neck. He brought his hands to her hips. “I want to pour hot wax on you.”
“That’s not so bad.” She said, smiling at him.
“You are okay with it?”
Belle nodded slowly before she kissed him again, sliding her hand around to the back of his neck and holding him while she sucked his tongue. Anthony lifted her effortlessly from the ground, crushing her against him with his arms as he carried her to the center of the room. Without breaking their kiss Anthony placed each of her hands outstretched to her sides, on the wrought iron pole that came up to Belle’s breasts and felt cold against her back.
With his foot, he spread her legs wide, finally breaking away from her mouth to crouch down and fasten the shackles around her ankles, before he placed a kiss below her navel. Belle gripped the iron bar in her hands; he obviously didn’t want to be touched even if he hadn’t restrained her yet, and Belle was very careful to please her clients. Anthony placed his hands on her hips, and slid his thumbs over her hips as he circled her clit with his tongue.
Belle gazed down at the huge man before her, and the strange white scars along his back. She had to give him credit, they were wonderfully hidden by the soft candle light, but Belle knew that trick from her own experience. The first several parties Belle had done were done with delicate care on her part, wit
h huge help from Lenora. There was always a way for Belle’s shoulders to be covered, always a sash or a fishnet shrug, but they had been raised, and she’d been questioned about them on her first parties. After Belle had done seven parties, she’d had the money saved up to have them removed, sand blasted away… she didn’t know why this man with all his money didn’t do the same.
Slowly Belle ran her fingers along the ridges of the thick white lines and Anthony stilled his tongue. Belle faltered for a moment, as he stood he lifted her hands with his, and secured them to the leather belts on either side of her.
“I’m sorry.” She said quietly, looking up into his face.
“Don’t be.” He said, turning gleaming eyes to her.
Belle knew that smile, that fake smile that beamed at you but wasn’t real, it wasn’t from the soul, it was forced. Her heart began to pound, and she closed her eyes. Anthony placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her head up to peer down at her.
“Don’t close your eyes.” His profound voice sent chills over her skin.
“Okay.” She breathed, and watched Anthony step away.
Belle’s eyes followed him as he left her in the room, and she reminded herself that Daniel was right outside, and would be in to retrieve her in three hours or so. But before she could think anymore about it, Anthony returned, with a plate of four candles; purple, green, a tall black one and a deep red one. They all looked as if they’d been burning for a while, and when he placed the tray on the floor beside her feet, she could see the deep pools of wax that had collected there.
Belle’s eyes widened as she remembered the bottle of baby oil that had been sitting in the cabinet. She’d completely forgotten to rub it on.
“What is it?” He asked, looking down into her worried face.
“I forgot to put the oil on in the car.” She said softly.
“Really?” He lifted an eyebrow at her playfully as he produced a small bottle from behind the four large candles. He winked at her as he began to open it.
Belle smiled, releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and Anthony poured oil into his large palm. He began at her ankles, spreading the oil in a sparse layer along her calves. He kneaded his large fingers up her thighs, slipping his thumb between her lips and stroking her clit gently before spreading more oil along her belly. Anthony stood as he worked over her breasts carefully, and Belle gazed up into his hazy eyes as he twisted her nipples, bringing them to a point.
Slowly, Anthony worked his hands back over her body, working the oil in carefully over her breasts and stomach. Belle moaned as he slid two of his thick fingers inside of her, his thumb moving from side to side over her swollen clit. Belle started to quiver around his fingers and he looked up into her face, her brows were drawn together and her mouth was parted beautifully.
As Belle came around his fingers, she felt burning hot liquid fall over her left breast, and she screamed as her body clenched and he worked his fingers faster, a second orgasm ripping through her before she could recover from the first. She gasped and looked down at her heaving chest; her left breast was covered in green wax, her eyes widened as he began to drizzle little purple lines over her right.
“Is that too hot?” He asked as he ran his fingers over the hardened green wax.
“No.” Belle sighed as he spilled a stream of red between her breasts; it slid down like oozing blood, and coated her belly button and the neatly trimmed landing strip between her thighs.
“Good.” Anthony said walking behind her.
He slid her wavy dark hair over her shoulder, and pressed her forward. Belle bent at the waist as she closed her eyes as he slid his fingers across her shoulders, as if sensing her scars, even if she knew they were no longer visible. She swallowed hard, not welcoming the growing sensation in her chest; she moaned low as the wax began to flow down her spine and over her ass.
Anthony slid his palm down her side gently trailing his fingers across her skin before the hot wax coated her again. When he returned in front of her, Belle fixed her gaze on his pants, and he grinned at her.
“I want your dick, Anthony. Now.” She said without wavering.
He smiled wider at the sight of her restrained and demanding things from him. It was plain as day, and like a mord-sith capturing magic, Belle snatched the kink she’d been waiting to find. She pulled harder on the leather bands around her wrist, leaning toward him, and he stepped closer, his eyes twinkling. Belle kissed his chest, and ran her tongue into the nest of curls, grazing her teeth along his nipple.
Anthony pulled her hair back again, and as Belle worked over him, he poured more wax down her back, she moaned loudly, her lips still trailing over his chest, and yanked on the restraints, snapping her head up to him.
“Take your pants off.” Belle said, tossing her thick mane over her shoulders and sticking her chin up while leaning back against the cold bar. She pulled against the ankle restraints slowly, jutting her hips toward him and eyeing him up and down.
Slowly his hands went to his pants, and he did away with them in one fluid motion. Belle grinned nervously at the sight of his heavy cock hanging between his muscular legs. It brought the phrase hung like a horse to mind, and she yanked again on the restraints.
“Come here.” She demanded.
Her grin widened when he listened. He slowly came toward her, his abs flexing with each stop, and flowing into a powerful V that tapered down to his thick cock.
“Stroke it for me.” She ordered, her eyes filled with glee when he began to fist his thick shaft, his gray eyes sparkling with mischief, deep dimples playing at his cheeks.
Anthony stepped closer before squatting down and unbinding her right ankle. When he stood, he lifted the leg with him, hooking it over his hip. As he pressed the head of his cock against her Belle was suddenly aware of why this gorgeous man needed to call an escort service to get laid. His cock was without a doubt, the largest she’d ever seen. When he rested it on her clit, it covered her entire pussy from her view. She wriggled her hips and he began to rim her lips, spreading the silky wetness of her arousal along his head.
Belle moaned before thrusting her hips toward him and pulling on the wrist restraints again, Anthony looked down into her face, a small flush had crept into his cheeks, and his lips were warm and inviting.
“Do it.” She whispered, pressing her aching pussy against him, his size no longer a concern in her state of arousal.
“Do what?” He asked, leaning down to nuzzle her shoulder and sliding his cock back, his shaft slithering along her pussy and across her asshole.
He held her ass firmly in his large hand and she moaned again and pulled on the restraints, twisting her hips as much as she could, desperately seeking more friction.
“I want you inside of me.” She said, but it sounded more like a demand than a plea.
Anthony pressed his head against her opening, and Belle cried out against his chest as he pressed inside of her, stretching her beyond belief. She hooked her free leg around his hip, gripping him with all of her strength and urging him to go as deep as he could. It took every ounce of willpower she had to not bounce up and down on him like a giant fucking pogo stick.
His deep growl vibrated her spine as he closed more of the distance between them, and Belle felt a slight urge to vomit, he was so deep inside of her. When he started to move, the tiny hairs on Belle’s body rose to attention, and she sunk her teeth into his skin, biting down as he rode her carefully, hooking his giant arm around her hips and lifting her from the ground.
“Are you okay?” He asked, and she nodded frantically into his chest, her moans whooshing out of her uncontrollably with each powerful thrust of his hips, as if he were depressing her diaphragm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She cried and contracted around his cock, her nails biting into the leather restraints.
Belle moaned in protest as he removed himself from her and bent down on one knee to release her other ankle. wrapping his hands around her ribs as h
e closed his mouth over her right breast and pulled her toward him. He bit her nipple before grasping her other tit, pulling her closer to his face and sucking on it too. When he stood, he walked behind her.
Belle was still straining forward, but it was much easier with her feet free to brace herself with, she felt the head of his thick dick before he even pressed against her. Belle spread her legs more as Anthony’s hands circled her hips, dragging his cock along her wet folds. He pressed inside of her and she let her head fall forward, her arms held up behind her by the restraints, moaning as he slid slowly in and out of her.
“Oh my fucking, shit.” She hissed as his head scraped that delicate spot inside of her.
“Are you okay?” He asked softly behind her, his hands moving over her hips, and up her ribs to cover her breasts.
“Yes!” She cried, and suddenly came again, gasping as her juices trickled out around him.
“God damn it, you are so beautiful Belle.” He panted and leaned forward to kiss her shoulders as he caressed her tits and thrust into her.
Belle’s nose began to tingle as he removed his hands from her breasts and she felt her left wrist fall loose. She grasped the bar beside her for support and Anthony slipped out of her, the motion tugging her backward slightly before her other arm was freed.
Anthony began to rub the wax away from her body gently; it fell in little bits to the floor around her feet. When he finished he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the room she’d arrived in, down a small corridor, and into a dark room. He deposited Belle onto a thick mattress with silk black sheets, and she felt his weight depress on the mattress as he crawled between her legs, kissing her thigh gently before sliding his tongue down and over her labia.
Belle moaned softly and briefly rested her hands on his shoulders before yanking them away, and grabbing her breasts, not sure where to put them. Anthony took her hands and placed them back where they were, staring up at her from between her quivering thighs. He tongued her clit quickly, and then sucked on it hard while pressing a finger inside of her. He began to swiftly stroke his fingers in the opposite direction of his tongue and Belle arched up from the bed as she came again, and moaned something incoherent.