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The Trade Off	By : LotornoMiko Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 5409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Trade Off
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Trade 11
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 21-Twenty One
- 22-Twenty Two
- 23-Twenty Three
- 24-Twenty Four
- 25-Twenty Five
- 26-Twenty Six
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She had gone crazy, it was the only explanation. The only possible reason her body could be reacting this strongly, Belle wild and damn near incoherent, writhing in place on the bed. The fingers inside her continued their movement, spurring her body onwards, Belle unable to keep still. Wanting things, craving the touches, the feel of fingers plunging in as deep as they could reach and still needing more.
Trying to get it, Belle pushing back against the hand, trying to wiggle and bounce her way to relief. Crying out again and again, in a voice she did not recognize, didn't want to believe could possibly come from within, and just as out of control as the rest of her.
Moving, bending back against the bed as her body arched, Belle's fingers clenching on the bed sheets. Her eye lids fluttered rapidly, her vision losing focus, Belle barely able to remember who she was, let alone understanding the hows and whys of what was happening. In a sexually euphoric daze, Belle screamed, the feel of her climax almost hurting when her body finally gave over to it.
She didn't stop her gyrations, rolling her hips. Biting down on her lip, low keening sounds coming out of her. The pleasure that centered in her groin, expanded outwards, racing through her body. Her grip on the sheets became painful, Belle's inability to relax her fingers the only thing that kept her from running her hands over her body.
It didn't matter, someone was doing it for her. A work rough hand touching on her, cupping hold of one breast, squeezing it as kisses were peppered over her collar bone. Belle's state could be described as delirious, the woman downright over stimulated. She wasn't thinking of much, living in the moment through feeling alone. Even once the after shocks of her climax began receding, Belle was still out it, not reacting to the masculine voiced groan that came from above her.
The touches continued, fingers working one hand free of her grip on the bed sheet. That hand was then lifted, someone kissing over the knuckles, then licking between her fingers. She really was too sensitive, if even that felt good.
From outside her awareness, the bed groaned as the person next to her shifted. Her hand continued to be held, kisses now being nuzzled into her neck, lips translating their ardor with a eager moistness.
"Belle." A voice whispering in her ear. She made a sound, a little hmm of acknowledgement, but otherwise didn't react. "Belle darling, look at me."
Her eyelids began to flutter open completely, Belle ready to smile. Expecting to see Rumplestiltskin, only to freeze completely, unease merely one aspect of the complete and utter horror Belle felt to see Hook besides her instead.
Stomach seeming to tie itself in upset knots, Belle couldn't stop herself from crying out. From trying to lurch away. Her body didn't want to support such an action, downright lethargic after all that had happened to it. Not even the fact that Belle felt as though reality had suckered punched her awake, could give the woman the adrenaline she needed to do more than scoot a few inches to the side.
No longer feeling the slightest of good, Belle closed her eyes with a moan. Everything came back to her, Belle remembering the deal she had made, the things she had been doing, the things that she had let Hook do to her. Shame surged through her, Belle shaking when Hook laid his hand on her again. The sex was bad enough, but to have enjoyed it, even for a minute? Intolerable, Belle cursing the fact that her body had proved too sensitive, not thinking, not caring that perhaps she had been over stimulated to that point.
She was on the verge of crying, her eyes filling with tears. A drop would slip down her cheek, Belle cringing when she felt a thumb gently brush it away. And then she really was crying, Belle struggling when Hook pulled her into his arms, settling her on his lap. She could feel the proof of his desire prodding her bottom, and on some level she recognized the amount of sheer control the pirate exerted to NOT thrust inside her. But she refused to award him points for that, for a situation that was happening as a direct result of his own actions. Belle wanted to slap him, as much as she wanted to slap herself, and not even Hook's silent attempts at comfort could make her feel better.
Not when she was remembering everything, every filthy detail, and the way she had reacted. Acting like some shameless, wanton woman, giving herself completely over to pleasure. To a stranger's pleasure, Belle knowing she hadn't been anywhere as embarrassed over those kind of reactions of hers, during the times she had been with Rumplestiltskin. It was the depth of her feelings that made all the difference, Belle in love with Rumplestiltskin, and loved in return by him. She couldn't claim any sort of similar feelings for Hook, she didn't think she even liked the man, let alone truly knew him. And she wasn't about to fool herself into thinking he had any great affection for her, Belle understanding his motives were purely about getting revenge on Rumplestiltskin and using her to do it.
"Easy love, easy." Hook was trying to soothe her, nuzzling her cheek with his. "There's no need to cry."
Her eyes snapped open, more tears spilling even as she glared at Hook. "There's every reason to do that!" Her chest heaved with her upset, the sob sounding strangled as she cried out. "I told you just to get on with it! That there was no need for this!"
"No need for pleasure, pet?" Hook let out a soft chuckle, his voice strained from the effort of holding back on his lust when he was so close to his ultimate prize. It was frankly amazing he could talk at all, that he hadn't been reduced to the same kind of mindless moaning Belle had been doing.
Not that he was completely still, rocking slightly so that his cock rubbed against her. Belle was dong her best to ignore that, the upset she was feeling giving her a burst of strength and determination, a new resolve to ignore the sexual sensations his rubbing was causing her.
"Why would you ever want to deny yourself?" Hook was asking. That question alone told her enough, let Belle know Hook was a man not using to denying himself anything, or anyone he had ever wanted. It was that kind of greed, that had allowed him to make off with a married woman, Hook knowing better and not caring that Mila, that Belle, had belonged to another.
Belle was stone eyed glaring as she listened to Hook talk. Her anger only dug it's claws in deeper inside her, Belle hating the things Hook was saying. Hating and fearing the truth in them, the man purring.
"You were made for this." He was saying. "A natural when it comes to feeling and reacting to pleasure." His rubbing was getting more frantic, Belle's breath hitching in her throat. "You're lucky Belle. There are women out there that can't feel even one ounce of passion where as you? You feel it down to your soul."
She didn't feel lucky. Not about that, or anything to do with this mad situation. "You have no right to my passion!"
"Ah love, but I do." Hook said, and then he was shifting her, her hips lifting enough to better facilitate his thrust inside her. Belle couldn't stop it, couldn't stop the cry that fled out of her mouth, the tiniest spasms tightening things inside her. Hook actually swore, his eyes doing their own rolling, the man holding himself absolutely still.
When his expression righted itself, his eyes locked with hers, Hook looking like he was savoring the moment, savoring her. She nearly burst into tears right there again, Belle not wanting to be the focus of such a look. Not when it was Hook who was giving it, making Belle the intense focus of his dark blue gaze.
It wasn't just now that he had looked at her like that. Belle could remember laying there, his touches everywhere, his mouth kissing all over. And all the while he had kept looking at her, his eyes glittering with desire, with sexual heat, spying on her every shudder, every gasp and gyration.
She couldn't stand being looked at like that, couldn't tolerate holding his gaze any longer.She did the only thing she could do to protect herself, hiding her face against his shoulder. He rubbed his lips over the top of her head, Hook chuckling again as though he knew what was wrong. And then he was moving, thrusting up into her, making Belle too focused on Hook's cock inside her.
He was large, and thick, but not yet so big as to be completely uncomfortable. Belle could feel her inside stretching, moving to accommodate his invasion inside her. Tiny tremors ran through her, her insides clenching fierce, Hook letting out another vicious sounding curse. She couldn't stop coming, her body luxuriating in the feel of Hook thrusting deep inside her.
And then she was biting him, her hands behind his back, clawing at his shirt with her nails. Her own hips moved, Belle swearing they had taken a life of their own. Rolling them, feeling Hook deep in her belly, the man muttering something she couldn't quite make out.
She still wouldn't look at him, Belle keeping her face pressed against his shoulder. Hook's fingers dug into her bottom, the man starting to move her, to make Belle do a light bouncing. He wasn't idle, moving his own hips, thrusting to meet her downward bounce. The entire length of him rubbed along her insides, a caress much deeper, more intimate than anything he could do with his fingers or tongue.
Her entire front moved against his, her breasts squished against him, sliding up and down with every bounce of her body. His arm around her, holding her there, keeping them pressed together as close as two people could possible get and still remain their own. The round curve of his hook worked it's way up her back, rubbing gently over her spine. It was cold at first, but the silver quickly heated up from the heat of Belle's body, soon becoming just another way for Hook to caress her into a fever pitch frenzy.
Her legs were always shaking, the quivers purely born from the pleasurable sensations. Leaving her in no condition to do much of anything, Belle kneeling over Hook's lap, bouncing when he suddenly tipped her over onto her back. The change of position nearly got her to look up, but she was afraid of what she would see. Afraid of the look in his eyes, of being stared at by him, of being seen when Belle was letting Hook's lust consume her whole.
And it was, Belle feeling like she was on fire from it. Being burned alive by him, by the sensations he was causing within her. And from the frantic way he was moving, the way he was pounding into her, Belle had a feeling that heat was affecting him too. Especially when he tangled his fingers into her hair, urging Belle to look up, then practically dragging her mouth onto his. Kissing her with the same frenetic pace, his tongue mimicking his hip's movements, both thrusting almost savagely into her.
He kept on holding her head up, even after Hook broke the kiss. Forcing her to maintain eye contact with him, Hook whispering, his muttering making him sound feverish. Belle couldn't hear anything that made sense, the words broken, disjointed half sentences that melted into one long babble.
Moisture was on his face, sweat beading on both their bodies. Their breathing was harsh, the pace Hook kept up exhausting. He kissed her again, then pulled back to scream, a loud groan of immense pleasure as Hook began spilling inside Belle. She couldn't stop the sound she made, the squeal of protest, Belle trying to wiggle away. But it was too late, his warm seed filling her insides, Belle watching helpless at the satisfied look that now blossomed in Hook's eyes.
For one second time stopped, the two just staring. Belle was aware that Hook was still lightly thrusting, slower and slower as he grew soft. And then he dropped his head, kissing her shoulder as though in thanks. The irritation that show of possibly gratitude caused her, nearly tore a growl from her throat, Belle pushing at Hook's body. He didn't budge, still kissing, actually laving his tongue over her skin.
Belle tried harder, actually speaking to him in a strangled, waspish tone. "Okay. You got what you wanted. Now get off and leave me be."
He paused in his kissing, Hook looking absolutely fierce and serious. "This was only the start Belle."
"The start?" She squeaked out, startled. Wondering what he could possibly mean, and fearing to find out.
"I thought I made myself absolutely clear." Hook touched foreheads with her, his hand caressing over the front of her body. "I mean to KEEP you."
He HAD said something like that earlier, but Belle had foolishly hoped he hadn't been serious. But the look and touch he gave her now, was downright possessive, Hook conveying that he thought she belonged to him now.
She didn't, Belle told herself, then spoke it out loud. "I don't belong to you!" He just kept right on touching her, Belle repeating herself with an uncertain quiver in her voice. "I don't..."
He finally pulled out of her, though Hook didn't go far. He merely shifted them both onto their sides, Hook pressing his front against her back. He kept right on touching her, Belle disturbed by the attention. By the way he caressed everywhere, even between her legs, as though Hook wanted to keep her in a perpetual state of arousal.
It wasn't conducive to sleeping, which was something Belle was desperate for. Nor could she truly think, to mull over all that had happened, and what it meant for her, Hook and Rumplestiltskin. She was in denial, hoping that nothing would change, even though it so obviously had. Even if Hook was to let her go, release Belle from the bargain she had made, would Rumplestiltskin even want her now? Could Belle even live with herself, with the knowledge she had in effect sold herself, even if it had been for a cause she believed most noble?
Was there even a chance for regret to settle, with Hook continuing his ministrations? He kept mouthing at her shoulder, lips' caress not even half as sweet as the caressing his fingers were doing. Belle shuddered and it wasn't all with pleasure, the woman angry at her body, and the blatant, downright eager way it accepted all Hook had done.
Sorrow lingered, waiting for the time when the pleasure would recede. Waiting for it's chance to take over, and overwhelm Belle with grief. Waiting for the full extent of her losses to hit her, for Belle to realize everything she had cost herself with the split second decision she had made. Waiting to berate and curse herself a fool, for being stupid enough to agree to something she hadn't full understood at the time.
But it wouldn't happen right now, Belle finding herself moving in place against Hook's front. Slow and sensual, almost lazy like writhing, her bottom rubbing over his dick as Belle reacted to his fingers' stroking. Whimpering, unable to control her voice, Hook watching her again as she started to come.
She was too exhausted to do anything else but sleep by the time Hook finally stopped touching her. He didn't let go, sliding his arm over her, possessive even then as he held her pinned against him. Belle could remember falling asleep with his mouth moving over the side of her neck, and then the next thing she knew, she was jolting upright from a nightmare.
With half remembered moments of her nightmare still vivid in her mind, Belle realized what was happening wasn't a dream. It really was happening, the door to the bedroom blown off it's hinges, Hook gone from the bed. Even before she turned in the direction of the struggle, Belle knew what had happened. Her looking would only confirm it, Hook on the floor, struggling against the cane pressing into his throat. Belle couldn't see his attacker's face, but she would know that man anywhere, Rumplestiltskin having finally arrived.
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To Be Continued...
Next chapter will still be a Belle POV....though it might be delayed, cause I worry that Rumplestiltskin's feelings and reactions will be difficult to write. Hoo boy...that's putting it mildly. X_X
----Michelle
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