The beast soon figured out that the more he ignored her the more he was aware of her presence. He found himself secretly watching her, as she went about her daily routines. Such as now, standing at the bay window in his dining room, he stared at her tiny body, as she knelt in his rose garden, tending his prize blooms. His cock swelled, when she leaned over; her rounded ass high in the air, forcing him to remember how tight her pussy had clung to his shaft.
Beast, growing angry, realized that he was not the one in control. This innocent woman was mastering him, not the other way around. Now infuriated, he wrenched the windows wide open.
“Leave what does not belong to you alone, and get your ass in here,” he bellowed, not fully sure if he was referring to his roses or his heart.
Belle, startled by his loud voice, dropped the spade she was digging with and scurried inside. Excited that he was finally speaking to her, she literally ran up the steps, trying to him as fast as she could. Random thoughts raced through her mind. What did he want? Would he make her feel intense pleasure again? The past days had given her time to think about what had happened when she first arrived. No longer able to deny it, she finally admitted to herself that she was in love with her beast.
Rushing into the dining room, Belle found him still standing at the window; his powerful shoulders tense; head down. Her eyes feasted on the corded muscles of his back and down to his toned ass. He turned to face her. Hot blood flooded her face and colored her chest a very becoming pink. Beast’s eyes narrowed.
“You look as guilty as a thief at market. What were you thinking, just now, that made you blush so?” he asked; his creative mind starting to formulate a plan.
Guileless, she answered, “I was staring at your backside and hoping that I would get to see you as naked as I was.”
“Really now. What else has your naughty, little mind be pondering?” he asked; a suitable punishment brewing in his head.
“Well…I tried to touch my self, like you showed me. I wanted to feel that pleasure again,” she freely admitted; walking into his trap.
“Did you?” he inquired.
“No. They started, but went away, leaving me frustrated,” she sighed.
“Maybe your body was telling you something,” he said, cryptically.
“Uh…I don’t understand,” she said, confused.
“Did you have permission to touch your clit? Am I correct in assuming that you had your naughty fingers deep in your slit?” he frowned.
Belle gasped. Although she didn’t fully understand what it meant to surrender her body, she did know that she had been bad. Her blush deepened. Just this morning, she had rubbed on her clit and fingered her pussy, nearly cumming in the process. She rushed up to him.
Clenching her small hands in his shirt, she cried, “Please, don’t be mad at me, Master. I didn’t know.”
“When was the last time you touched yourself?” he asked, watching her reaction closely.
Belle considered lying to him, but realized she was in enough trouble, as is. She told him she fantasized this morning about how he was so deep inside her body, and then admitted that she had gotten close to a release in the process. He looked down at her. Her face was buried in his chest. He gently extracted himself from her arms.
“I’m not mad at you, my beauty. I’m disappointed. If you wanted another orgasm, you should have come to me. Instead, you choose to tamper with what is mine, namely your entire body,” he stated.
Belle’s shoulders drooped. She stared down at the floor, watching his feet as he circled her body. What was to become of her? She was sure that he was going to turn her out of the castle to the streets.
“No…I’m not mad at you, but you do deserve punishment,” he softly said.
A spark of hope rose in her chest. He wasn’t going to make her leave. A smile started to grow on her face, until she realized that he had said punishment.
“Surely, you don’t mean to harm me?” she asked, alarmed.
“Oh, no no no, my precious beauty. What I have in mind you will surely like…evidentially,” he assured.
Suddenly nervous, she watched her beast stalk closer to her. Belle, captured by the raw seduction in his eyes, stood helpless, as he slowly stripped her body. He stepped back from her to admire the view. His beauty’s milky white body glowed in dimness of the room. Her pink nipples were tightly puckered, and with the room being warm, he knew she was aroused, not cold. Beast cupped her lightly furred mound. Her wet lips kissed the palm of his hand. Pressing his middle finger upward, he parted her slick labia.
His middle finger sank deep inside her clinging hole. Belle pushed her hips out, trying to angle her pelvis just right, so that he would touch her sensitive spot. He wiggled his finger around inside her pussy, until wet, sucking noises echoed in the room. Belle, moaning, pumped her hips back and forth. The powerful scent of her arousal filled the air, making his cock grow harder.
He pulled his finger out of her hole. A long, thin strand of her sticky cream followed his finger, until it snapped in half. He traced her mouth with it, leaving her lips shiny, and then bringing his finger to his own mouth; he sucked her juice from it. Mesmerized, she licked her lips, tasting herself on them. Instead of being disgusted, like she thought she would have been, Belle was more aroused than ever. If this was to be her punishment, then she vowed to be bad more often.
She watched him walk away, and his eyes gave nothing away, as he rummaged through a cabinet. Beast returned with a long piece of rope. After he secured her wrists together, he led her to the table and bent her over it. Beast kicked her legs open, until her stance was very wide. Circling the table, he pulled the rope taut enough that she had to stand on her toes to keep contact with the floor. He approached her. Leaning down to look her in the eyes, he kissed her cheek softly.
“It wasn’t entirely your fault that you were bad. I neglected to tell you my rules,” he said.
He disappeared from her sight. She listened, as he once again rummaged through a cabinet. She got a close up view of an oddly shaped root and a paring knife. Her eyes connected with his, as he sat down and picked up the root. It looked like a hand with five, long fingers. As he peeled and carved it, the scent of ginger filled her nostrils.
“This is a ginger root. It is said that ginger calms an upset stomach,” he idly remarked.
“But, I am not…,” she started.
“Shh!” he interrupted, “While it does calm the stomach, it sets other places on fire.