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“Belle,” Beast calls my name. I snap out of my thoughts and look at him. “Get on the bed,” he orders.
I nod and climb onto the bed. I sit there and fiddle with my fingers, watching as he pulls his T-shirt over his head, revealing his broad shoulders and chest. I sit there, watching his every move. He walks toward the bed with just his jeans on, pausing for a split second before he climbs onto the bed next to me and lays on his side, leaning up on his elbow.
“Lie down and remove your panties,” he instructs.
I don’t question anything. He is the expert, after all. I lay back and slide my panties off, thankful that I chose to wear a dress. I lay there perfectly still after clutching my panties in my hand, because he didn’t tell me what to do with them.
He reaches over and takes them from me, shoving them in his pocket. “Touch yourself,” he demands.
I look at him confused. “Beast I—” I start to protest.
“Darlin’, I want you to touch yourself where it feels good,” he says with a bit more of an authoritative tone.
With a shaky hand, I glide my hand down my body to between my legs. I place my fingers on my clit and begin to move my fingers, all while Beast lays there, watching me.
“Slide your fingers inside and feel how wet you are,” he orders. I do as he asks, watching as he reaches behind him. Suddenly, I hear the sound of buzzing. He brings my vibrator around and places it between the palm of my hand and my clit. I gasp and go to remove my fingers. “No, keep fucking yourself. Find that sweet spot,” he growls. I do as I’m told. “Good girl. Keep moving those fingers, feel your pussy begin to tighten,” he coaxes. My eyes fall closed as my orgasm builds. “Are you imagining it’s me fucking you? Are you imagining it’s my mouth on your clit?” he growls. I moan and nod my head. “Tell me darlin’, tell me how it feels,” he demands.
“So good, I’m close. It’s, oh god,” I moan.
Beast leans in close, his breath tickling my ear. “Oh, how I wish my mouth was on you right now, tasting you. I’d fuck you with my fingers while I take your clit in my mouth. The sensation would be too much for you to handle. You would come apart in minutes, screaming my name.”
His words tip me over the edge, my climax hitting. “Oh fuck! Oh god.”
“Scream my name, baby. Let me hear it,” he growls.
“Beast! Fuck!” I cry out. My back arches off the bed as I ride out my orgasm. My body twitches as I come down. Beast moves the vibrator and switches it off. I remove my hand from between my legs, but I stop when Beast grabs hold of my wrist. Lifting my hand, he takes my fingers into his mouth, sucking my arousal off my fingers. He groans and I gasp, watching him.
“Fuck darlin’,” he moans.
I smile, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment. He leans over and places a soft kiss on my head, then he rolls over and switches the lamp off.
“Night darlin’,” he rasps.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BELLE
Night? Night? Was he serious? I sit up and switch my lamp on. “Are you serious?” I ask.
He squints his eyes, glancing at me while laid on his back with one arm behind his head. He looks like something from one of those dirty calendars. I look down and see that he is still rock hard, and by the looks of it, practically bursting out of his jeans.
I raise my brow. “You are just going to sleep with that?” I point.
“Eventually,” he answers.
“That doesn’t seem fair. I get that you won’t touch me, because you know, in the words of Monty Python, every sperm is sacred, but that’s got to be painful,” I point out.
“You watched Monty Python?” he asks with a smirk on his face.
“I think you’re getting off topic here,” I say, rolling my eyes.
I bite my lip, feeling brazen. “I want to do something. Will you let me?” I ask.
His jaw tightens, but he nods. I smile and take in a deep breath before I reach for the hem of my dress and lift it over my head. Kneeling next to him in nothing but my bra, I reach behind and unclasp it, freeing my breasts. I cover my stomach with my hands, feeling a little anxious.
“Don’t,” he growls. I look at him and slowly remove my hands. I reach for the waist of his jeans and I begin to slide the zipper down. “Belle,” he warns.
“I know you don’t want to touch me until I’m sure, but that doesn’t mean I can’t touch you,” I tell him. I grab his jeans and he raises his hips, lifting himself off of the bed so I can pull them down. “Holy Fuck!” I blurt out as I free his ginormous pierced dick.
