Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... respect me if I wasn't someone he considered "worthy". He wanted me because I was ambitious, and his initial attraction to me was because I am a "smart girl". And James certainly wasn't the sort of man who would accept a woman who was too easy or needed him overly much. I sigh. I did sign up for this.

"I feel sort of self-conscious about being in public now."

He laughs. "After everything, that should be the least of your worries. Who knows what I'll do to you once I get some food and energy back in me?"

Well, he knows, and just made it clear that he has something evil planned. I pull out some deep red silk lingerie and a woolen charcoal-colored dress. He's wearing a pair of very crisp jeans and a navy sweater.

"Mmm, I haven't seen you in red." He pulls me closer, as sweetly as any boyfriend would, and cups my face to kiss me. I stand on tip-toes, he lowers himself to me, and I follow the gentle lead of his lips. "Okay, put that dress on." I pull it on, and turn so he can zip me up. The dress is, sort of, tailored to fit around the swelling of my chest and small of my waist. "I haven't seen you in clothes for days." He sounds amused at the thought. No, the amusement is a cover; I see how hungrily he's looking at me. So I smile, a slow, sneaky smile, and turn around to walk out of the room, looking over my shoulder to see if I'm having an effect. I pout at him in a way I think might look cute as I pull on my shoes, and I look up through my lashes. I'm testing if I ...

... can seduce him.

He grabs me by the hair, and bends me, chest up, over his arm. He slaps my pussy over my underwear. "That might have worked on a lesser sadist, sweetheart, but I'm not that easily swayed. I'm not ruled by my cock, but I know what this is doing for you." He slaps again, harder, and I whimper and moan before he drops me and we finish getting ready to leave.

At brunch, we talk about normal things. It's nice, like Sir and kitten, and Jess and James are two separate dynamics entirely. But they overlap. For example -

"I don't know, talking about the war feels useless. We're helpless, wars will continue ceaselessly and unchangingly. Only normal people suffer."

"'Since the beginning of your life, since the beginning of the Party, since the beginning of history, the war has continued without a break, always the same war'," he quotes. I react too quickly to stop the little whimper that escapes my lips. He's, like,so smart and it's so freaking sexy. He laughs. "Maybe I should read you literary quotes as foreplay. But that wouldn't be nearly as much fun as what I plan to do next." He pushes his curls away from his gorgeous face and sips his straight black coffee while raising his eyebrows at me. What a freaking beautifultease.

It's so nice, hanging out with him, laughing, eating delicious food, petting passing pups, buying vegetables and planning to cook dinner together. Acting like Jess and James before the weekend, but the bruises and broken skin chafing ...