He dreamed of her that night, her soft, supple flesh. The embrace of her arms. The welcoming signs of her open thighs. He saw her laid out naked before him like a feast. Her nipples hard and red like cherries. He suckled on them, tasting her warm flesh.
But the visions changed. Belle changed into the woman who caused him this torment. Her hair long and pitch black. Her eyes silver and sharp like knives. Her smiles cuts him like a knife as she raises up on her elbows and holds her hands out to him. She cups his face in her hands, cutting his cheeks with her fingernails.
"You cannot escape me." She whispers. "Oh though you may run from it, I own you entirely." She forces him onto the ground, chains wrapping around his arms and legs and throat. He struggles, gagging against the weight of the chains on his neck.
She stands over top of him, her feet firmly planted on either side of his rib cage. Her silver eyes glow, leering at him. "Ever since that day," a whip appears in her hand and she holds it up and lashes him across the chest. He roars out and fights harder against the chains. "You will feast upon her flesh eventually, like all the others." She struts around him as the ground raises into a table before her.
Her red lips spread into a wide smile. "She will turn you away the same way you did to me." Her gloves hand strokes from his neck down his chest and then she grips onto his cock and she began stroking. "You feared me for what I was. Imagine what that sweet little angel must think of you."
"No." The beast seethed. "Do not touch me!"
She doesn't seem to hear him. "That sweet little thing, I bet she is exquisite." The beast tries to ignore her, tries to ignore the growing image of Belle in his mind. "Her soft hair. Her tender flesh." She grips down hard on his dick causing him to spasm. "Her tight, virgin pussy."
He growls, struggling against his restraints. "Stop it!"
"You're so hard!" She giggles. "She must really be something." She licks up his shaft causing him to moan. "I can almost taste her on you."
"Shut up! Shut up!"
Her glares up at him. "You are mine. I will do whatever I want." She lowers her mouth full onto his fat cock, sliding him down her throat and sucking hard at him, even biting.
He twitched and writhed, trying to ignore her mouth. "You vile bitch! You turned me into this monster." His breathing was becoming heavy and ragged. "All because I saw you for what you really were."
She lifts her head, smirking. "You knew what I was all along, dear." She climbs up on top of him, straddling him and presenting her pussy to him. "But you didn't care then. All you wanted was my flesh, my body." She holds his cock, swirling the tip around the wet entrance of her vagina. "You used me like a toy. Fucking me whenever and however you wanted." She licked her lips hungrily.
He roared. "You did the same to me!"
"Remember the time you fucked my breasts?" She moaned, touching her breasts headily. "Or what about the time you fucked me in the ass?" She giggles, lowering herself down on his chest, kissing the chains around his neck. "You used to tie me up like this and make me scream with that special ivory dildo." She sits back up and holds his cock again, pointing it at her pussy.
"Leave me be!" He was almost in tears.
"Let me show you how I have missed you." She lowers her hips, inserting is girth deep inside. "Oh! How I have longed for your rod!"
"Stop! Stop!" He roared, thrashing at the chains, feeling her pussy bite down on him. "Stop!"
"Beast?" A soft, sweet voice rang out.
His eyes shot open and he looked over at Belle, holding a candle in her hand and staring at him concerned. She reached out and touched his face. "I heard you screaming." She said comfortingly. "I was worried."
He reached out, touching her and making sure she was real. "It was only a bad dream, Belle." He sat up, looking her over in her nightgown. He had never seen her clothes before. "How did you find me?"
"I followed your voice." Belle said shyly.
His eyes trailed down her, the cold night air biting through her thin nightgown and making her nipples tighten and swell. He licked his lips, but his mind went back to what the silver eyed woman had said. He turned his head away. "You should go back to bed, Belle."
Belle touched his arm. "Please, let me stay."
He glared back at her. "Why would you want to stay?"
Her eyes were bleeding sympathy, and he almost couldn't stand it. After all he had done to her, taken from her? How could she stand to even look at him at all? He reached out, taking his face in her clawed hand. "I am lonely." Belle murmured. "Please, may I stay with you for the rest of the night?"
