Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... declaration of love and steadfastness. This was his version of intimacy and romance. I stumble over the words.

"Go on, Jess. If you're a good girl, I'll give you an orgasm." He slaps my ass. Pain on top of pain on top of pleasure. And his fingers are so slow, just a little tease, edging me in a way that feels disturbingly good. I felt humiliated at how my voice hesitated, and how he was watching my wetness dripping down my thighs. "...and so live ever -"

Then he pushes me forward, so I am face down on his bed with my legs dangling over, and fills my ass with two fingers, and begins to work me faster and harder. "You earned this one, sweet little cum slut." The fire of my uncontrolled lust boils up in me, and I scream when I finally finish on his fingers. He lays next to me while I recover, until my breath returns to normal.

"I'll go brush my teeth and stuff. Since we're trying to go back to normal-ish." Oh. We had been brushing our teeth and bathing together. And now separately again.

I sigh. Keats. What a perfect thing, to torture me with a poem that declared what he offered in exchange for his torture. Very sweet, and he was as steady and loyal as the star referenced. "I would have had you read Neruda, but you probably don't like the allegations against him. I couldn't find the right Rilke or Rumi though you like them, so I went with an obvious choice. Anyway, that's your last romantic surprise of the weekend." He's self-conscious, afraid I'll judge him for ...

... his beautiful choice.

"Mmm, no, it's perfect, like the roses. There's a reason they're classics." And I go brush my teeth, quick shower, splash my eyes with cold water, fix my bangs, put eyeliner on for the first time in days...how silly. He'd seen me bleed for him and left me covered with his cum. Nevertheless, I still left the urge to make myself look...better for him?

I was looking at the clothes I'd packed, trying to pick something. "So brunch, and farmer's market?"

"Hmm, do you want to? I mean, we could come back here after eating...?"

"No. I think, Jess, we're both very excited, and I don't want to get into that sort of 24/7 intensity this early. It wouldn't be good for the relationship. Nor would it be good for you. I don't want you to forget who you are and lose yourself to me. You have too many things going on in your own life to give yourself to me like that. And you're more interesting to me the way you are, as a woman with ambitions and with many interests outside of me. Nor do I think you'd have much respect for me if I lost myself in this either."

And that whole spiel probably got his dick hard because of the controlling aspect, that he was telling me what to do. Of course. He's right, I respect him for maintaining control and sticking steadfastly to his ideals and himself. But also, there's the other part he's naming, which is that our initial connection was based on our intellectual compatibility. James may not admit it, but he wouldn't really ...