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tsked and she instantly stopped.
    “I take what I want when I want, and will not offer you a safe word, so if you do not wish to continue, this is the one and only time I’ll let you go.” His voice was hard and unyielding. “If you decide to stay you must know that if you say stop, I will keep going. If you tell me no I will bring my hand down on your flesh with more force. Do you understand what I mean?”
    She nodded, but did she really know what she was getting into? Was she stupid enough to actually give in to him in such a way that all of her rights would be taken away, pain was inevitable, and she was to submit her body in the most basic of ways?
    “Good girl.” He stared at her for a second, and then shifted on his seat. “Now, I want you to crawl to me.”
    She stared at him, not sure if she had heard him correctly.
    “You heard me,” he said in a husky voice. “On your hands and knees, and crawl to me.” He rested his forearm on the edge of the chair, and she saw his strong fingers and the cigar that was braced between two of them. “I will not ask you if you want to use your safe word, because frankly I wouldn’t even be giving you that option if it was up to me. But I am not a rapist, not some psychotic bastard, and am giving you that option. Unless you voice Beauty out loud, I will continue, Belle.”
    What was strange was the fact she was aroused right now, wet and needy and she was being ordered to crawl to him like a damn dog. But she kept her mouth shut, didn’t argue or deny him, because she was here for his pleasure alone. On her hands and knees now, her ass was in the air and her tits hung freely. Belle took a steadying breath and started to move toward him. The length of the hard, cold flooring between them seemed like miles in this position, but she moved slowly, and kept her focus on him.
    The hard floor was cold and unforgiving, but she blocked out the discomfort and focused on the man in front of her, this dark, devilishly scarred man that had probably paid a good chunk of money for her.
    “I like pain with my pleasure, spanking and restraining, and a lot of screaming out,” he said and she actually flinched. She wasn’t into that kind of sex, the kind that would leave marks on her body, and make her so sore between her thighs that she would wince every time she moved. But Belle couldn’t lie and say that the thought of The Beast slapping her ass until it hurt, or pounding himself into her until she cried out for him to stop, didn’t arouse her.
    “Does that frighten you, Belle?”