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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Belle/Rumplestiltskin_|_Mr._Gold, Belle_&_Rumplestiltskin_|_Mr._Gold
  Character:
      Belle_(Once_Upon_a_Time), Rumplestiltskin_|_Mr._Gold, Emma_Swan, Red
      Riding_Hood_|_Ruby, Maurice_|_Moe_French
  Additional Tags:
      Tagged_Underage_BC_She's_Barely_18, Stockholm_Syndrome, Dubious_Consent,
      Out_of_Character, Belle_is_Very_Naive, Mr._Gold_is_Obsessed_and_Kinda
      Creepy, Deranged_Daddy_Kink, They_Just_Want_to_Love_and_Be_Loved, It's
      Supposed_to_be_Creepy_and_Ironically_Childlike, Don't_Read_If_It's_Not
      Your_Typa_Thing, heed_the_warnings_please, Implied_Eating_Disorder
      Behaviors
  Series:
      Part 1 of Sweet_Things
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-06 Updated: 2017-11-05 Chapters: 18/? Words: 79072
****** Sweet Things ******
by TheDarkestDearie
Summary
     *Inspired by the song Sweet Things by The Pretty Reckless. Check it
     out, it might help give you some insight.*
     *Also inspired by Little Red Riding Hood... kind of*
     Mr. Gold is obsessed with Belle and wants her to be his "little
     girl". Eighteen year old Belle runs away from home after a fight with
     her abusive father and stumbles upon Mr. Gold's house. Luring her
     inside is easy. How could she know she was never going to leave? How
     could she know she might not want to?
Notes
     If you know me, you know I write dark and deranged things, hence my
     username. I hope you like this!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** The Dollhouse *****
It was too easy luring the young girl into his home. He would have done it
eventually, that was a given. He just didn’t expect it to be so soon. And the
opportunity presented itself in a way that could only have been constructed by
destiny.
From the instant he saw her, he knew she would be his little girl. His Belle.
His.
The first time he laid eyes on her, she was sixteen and sitting all alone at a
table outside of Granny’s Diner, sipping on an iced tea. She was lost to her
surroundings as she was so deeply immersed in a worn copy of Pride and
Prejudice. She wore a white sundress and a chain of little blue and white
flowers rested upon the crown of her head. Her auburn waves that rested just
below her breasts shone in the sun like autumn leaves set on fire.
She was an angel, a godsend from every higher power he could imagine. She would
be his light in the vast ocean of darkness that was his life. He didn’t know
who she was at the time, he didn’t know her name, but she was already
everything to him.
He quickly stepped inside the diner to collect the rent money so that he could
catch a glimpse of her once more before he left. He shut the door behind him
and when he turned around to search for her, he bumped into something solid.
There was a gasp and a thump. His angel was in front of him, her hand gripping
his forearm to keep her balance. She had been too drawn to her book for him to
notice her eyes before. But now that he had stared into the biggest, bluest
eyes he had ever seen, he knew he would never stop dreaming about them.
“Are you alright?” He asked, as though his whole life hadn’t just flashed
before eyes. When she didn’t answer straight away, he asked if he had hurt her.
She blinked and released her grip on him, pulling away altogether. “No! I’m
fine, it was my fault. I should have watched where I was going.” She replied
slightly nervous and almost fearful.
He bent down, too elated from her presence to feel the strain on his leg, and
grabbed the book for her. When he held it out for her to take, she handled it
with such care and trepidation, like something bad would happen to it. “Thank
you,” she said softly and smiled. He gripped his cane tighter to keep him
grounded. Her smile was so captivating, it took a good amount of strength not
to lose himself.
“It’s no matter,” he insisted, “do you like it?” He gestured to the book,
trying to keep her in his presence for as long as he could.
“Oh yeah! I’m actually re-reading it, I love it so much!” She exclaimed. He
smiled at her excitement and she blushed. The young girl was shy and not used
to the attention he was giving her. However, she found the courage to keep
talking to him. “Umm, my name is Belle.” She realized she hadn’t introduced
herself and held out her hand for him to shake.
“Belle, a name of beauty. It suits you perfectly.” He took her hand and boldly
pressed it to his lips. Belle breathed in the smallest of gasps. It was like
the women she read about in her books who were greeted by gentlemen! He did his
best to ignore the warmth shooting through him at the feel of her soft skin.
“I’m Mr. Gold.”
She stared at the man in front of her in awe. Never had she been around anyone
so fancy-looking and distinguished, with his nice suit, gold-dipped cane, and
Scottish lilt. He even managed to look sophisticated with a gold cap on his
bottom canine tooth and shoulder length hair she’d never seen on an older man
before. It was dusty brown with greying at the ends. Belle had only ever heard
of him. Mr. Gold was supposed to be mean and selfish, according to her father,
but he wasn’t that. He couldn’t be. He had kissed her hand and complimented
her! Truth be told, Mr. Gold made her a little nervous, if anything.
“How come I’ve never seen you around before, Belle?”
“I- I don’t get out of the house much. My father doesn’t like when I go out, he
prefers to keep me busy.”
“And who might your father be?” He asked, dying to know which one of his
tenants had kept this angel from him for so long.
“Moe French. He owns the flower shop.”
Of course. Her father sounded like a piece of work. It was only fitting that he
be Moe French, one of his most troublesome tenants. He knew the drunk had a
daughter but he didn’t expect for her to be so beautiful, so perfect. Mr. Gold
had never bothered to get to know his tenants and he certainly paid no mind to
their families. Perhaps he should have, then maybe he could have known his
future little girl earlier.
“Oh, I would never have guessed.” He commented.
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” she admitted with a nervous chuckle, “Well, I should
get going; my father is expecting me home soon. It was nice meeting you, Mr.
Gold. Maybe I’ll see you around?” She asked uncertainly and almost hopefully.
Mr. Gold beamed at the prospect of seeing her again. “Perhaps you will.
Goodbye, Belle.”
She gave him one last heart-stopping smile and waved goodbye. She left rather
abruptly and her dress swayed as he watched his heart flounce away like the
angel she was.
He rushed as quickly as he could with his cane, and as soon as he made it to
his shop, he locked the door. His encounter with Belle had him breathless, he
was so excited. Mr. Gold immediately took out a notebook and began to plan her
future with him… Their future.
                                     XXXX
Now, that future was about to begin as Belle was standing on his property. She
looked lost and he knew she must be. His salmon-colored Victorian house was the
only one for miles out and he was surrounded by woods. He wondered how she got
there and what brought her so far into these woods. There was no doubt she
stumbled upon his house by mistake.
However, mistake or not, this was the moment he waited two years for, and he
was not going to let it slip through his fingers.  He stepped away from the
window he was watching her from and stepped out the door, cane in hand.
“Belle?” He called out to her.
She gasped and looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. “Mr. Gold? You live
here?” She asked incredulously.
“Yes, I do. Belle, are you alright?” He asked, moving closer to her. She stood
by his rose bushes in jeans, sneakers, and a flimsy red zip up hoodie- not
exactly hiking attire.
“I like your house,” she ignored his question and gazed at the house, her big
blue eyes brimming with tears she was trying to blink away, “It reminds me of a
dollhouse,” Belle smiled at the house and turned her attention to the roses,
caressing them softly. “And I love your roses... They’re so beautiful.” She
said sadly.
He was close enough that he was able to put a hand on her shoulder. “Belle?”
She looked up at him, into his brown eyes and she had no way of knowing the
true intent behind the warmth in them. All she saw was the handsome man who was
kind to her. He was so close to her, so warm.
“You look like you could use some tea. Why don’t you come inside? I’ll make you
some.”
She stared at her hands, apprehensive at taking his offer.
“I don’t know… It’s getting late and I-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence,
pained at the thought of returning home. She sniffled and struggled to look up
at him as a tear fell down her face. Belle hastened to wipe it away but Mr.
Gold reached for it first. He tentatively wiped it with the pad of his thumb.
The gesture made her look into his eyes once more. She hadn’t realized how cold
she’d been until his hand on her face made her feel a small surge of warmth.
“Belle, come inside. I stopped by the bakery on my way home from work and I
bought some cakes and pastries. They’re about the sweetest things you’ve ever
tasted and you look like you need something sweet in your life.” She considered
him for a moment, still unsure. She should be getting home, even though it was
the last place she wanted to be. However, she shivered with cold and he took
hold of her hand, feeling her freezing fingertips.  “Christ, Belle, you’re
freezing. I insist you come inside for some tea. We need to warm you up or
you’ll get sick. You really shouldn’t be out here in this state.”
He was so close to having his little girl, his princess. He was practically
begging but she interpreted his desperation as concern and finally gave in.
“Okay Mr. Gold. I’d love some tea.” She flashed him a watery smile and his
insides did a flip.
She stepped inside and marveled at his house. There was antique furniture to go
with the Victorian style. It looked like a dollhouse inside and out. He led her
into the kitchen and sat her down at the small, round table while he prepared
the tea.
Belle watched him as he moved through the kitchen, opening cupboards and
placing a plates, cups, and silverware in front of her. She liked looking at
him and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have a crush on him.
Mr. Gold was the only person who ever looked at her as though she existed. That
day at the diner, she practically blushed all the way home. She had been so
nervous around him. He reminded her of those mysterious and hard but secretly
sweet characters she read about in her books. She found herself wanting to know
more about him.
                                     XXXX
She had finally gathered the courage to visit Mr. Gold’s shop when the perfect
excuse presented itself. Mr. Gold owned both her house and her father’s shop.
Her father drunkenly forgot to mail the rent to him so Belle decided she would
give it to him in person. She had to if she wanted shelter and some semblance
of food on the table (what little her father gave her, anyhow).
To Mr. Gold, her coming into his shop was like Christmas. She wore a white-
collared, navy blue dress that ended just above her knees. It was about a size
too big and the fabric looked worn out and faded, probably purchased from a
thrift store, he observed. His Belle shouldn’t be wearing secondhand clothes.
She deserved only the finest dresses made of only the finest fabrics tailored
to the curves of her tight, petite body. His heart skipped a beat at the sight
of her and altogether stopped when she said his name.
“Hi Mr. Gold!” Her voice was shaky but light.
“Belle, what can I do for you?” He greeted eagerly. She approached the counter
and placed an envelope in front of him. A couple of inches and she would have
brushed his fingers.
“My father forgot to mail the rent for his shop and our house so I thought I’d
hand deliver it to you.” She looked around his shop and took notice of all of
the interesting things.
“Thank you for that. That was very responsible of you.” He cursed her shit
father in his head.
 He had been watching Belle since the day he met her. He saw how her father
treated her. Moe didn’t care for her. He neglected her and treated her like a
slave. Belle was a goddess and the man only saw her as a cheap possession,
using her only when she was convenient and shutting her out when she wasn’t.
Mr. Gold would never forget the day that Moe French laid a hand on his
daughter. For Belle, it was just another Wednesday. She had been so caught up
in her book that she accidentally burned dinner. Moe pushed her on the ground
and sent her to bed hungry and sobbing. Mr. Gold heard the whole thing as he
lurked near her home under cover of darkness. It took every ounce of self-
control he had not to go in there and beat the life out of Moe French with his
bare hands for hurting his angel. He’d have Belle soon enough and Moe would
never hurt her again. His princess would be saved.
As Belle continued to wander the shop, he watched her, studying her movements.
“I bet these items have a ton of history behind them.” She observed.
“Aye, they do. That necklace you’re staring at is from the golden age.”
Her eyes sparkled with wonder and they sent shivers through him. “It’s
beautiful, my mother had one just like it. Except the pendant was smaller and
it was red, not sapphire. My father sold it soon after she died, didn’t want
the memory of her, I guess.” And then the spark was gone from his little girl.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Gold, I shouldn’t be talking about that.” She stiffened with
embarrassment. She never talked about her mother, especially with men she
barely knew, not even with her father.
“It’s quite alright, Belle.” She liked the way he said her name, Scottish
brogue and all. “Come here, let me show you something.”
Intrigued, she went to the other side of the counter while he pulled out a
hardcover book. Her eyes lit up immediately.
“Fairytales?!” God, that smile could light up the darkest of rooms. When he
gifted it to her, she was so ecstatic that she hugged him. Everything stopped
as her body pressed against his. Belle practically ran home to read her new
book. She decided that Mr. Gold was not the town monster like everyone believed
him to be. He was kind and there was good in him, she knew it.
What Belle didn’t know, however, was that her hug had awoken the monster in
him. As soon as she left, he locked up the shop, went into the back room, and
took himself in hand. He thought about his little girl: her smile and how she
felt in his arms, and oh god, her sweet scent! It only took a minute for him to
cum. And her touch left him so wanting and burning that he had to bring himself
off two other times that night. He needed her more than anything.
                                     XXXX
But she was in his home now, where she belonged, and he was never going to let
her go.
She was sitting at the table, her bag on the floor, her fingers in her lap and
tugging at the fraying thread of a hole in her jeans. She was sniffling and
wiping tears from her face. He set the kettle on a stove and sat on a chair
across from her.
“Tell me, why is a beautiful girl like you wandering the woods alone and
crying?”
He thinks I’m beautiful.She felt warm in the face and bubbling in her tummy at
the compliment. She wasn’t sure if she should tell him- thinking about it still
made her want to cry- but he looked so concerned and no one ever listened to
her. Be brave, Belle.She took a deep breath and explained everything.
“It’s my father. He found the money I was saving for college. I wanted to go to
Boston but he- he took my savings and now I’m stuck here… With him! I yelled at
him and he-“ she stopped and stifled a sob. She didn’t continue, only stared at
her lap and fidgeted her fingers.
“What did he do, sweetheart?”
Tears escaped her. Why is he nice to me? No one is nice to me.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does. It matters, Belle.”
She took another shaky breath, he was so sincere and she was so tired of the
hiding and the secrets.
“He hit me and threw me against the wall.” She sobbed.
Mr. Gold clenched the handle of his cane. Moe would pay for hurting her
eventually. But thanks to him, Belle was here, and she was never going back to
him, and certainly not to Boston.
“That’s not the first time he did that, is it Belle?”
She nodded tearfully. “He does it all the time, especially when he’s drunk. I
hate him. I didn’t know what to do so I grabbed my things, put them in a bag,
and went for a walk in the woods. I needed to calm down and get away from him
for a while… He’s ruined everything… Anyway, that’s when I saw your beautiful
house and the roses, they’re my favorite flower so I stopped for a while.”
He boldly grabbed her little hand across the table, causing her to look up at
him. She was unused to comforting gestures.
“Everything will be okay, Belle.” She studied his handsome face, lingering on
his eyes that were staring into hers. The kettle began to whistle and he let go
of her hand to take care of the tea. She let out a breath she didn’t realize
she was holding. Her hand missed his.
When he came back, he handed her a cup of tea and gave her a slice of chocolate
cake. She positively beamed with adoration for him. It had been so long since
she had something sweet and indulgent like chocolate cake. Occasionally, she’d
have a slice of pie at Granny’s when she was able to afford it, which was
hardly ever.
Mr. Gold watched attentively as she took the first bite. He gripped his tea cup
extra hard when she licked the cream off of her fork and his cock stirred when
she hummed in delight. “This is delicious, Mr. Gold!” Fucking hell that smile.
She devoured the cake rather quickly, poor hungry girl. The real excitement,
however, came when she finally drank her tea. The sedative Mr. Gold added
should work within minutes. In the meantime, she began talking about graduation
and how she could have been valedictorian if she’d been able to be more active
in extracurricular activities. Reading half the library didn’t count.
“The ceremony was cool. There was, uh, fireworks, and the... The band was
good…” Her eyes were feeling heavy and she was light-headed. Why was she so
tired all of a sudden?
It was working. He’d have his little girl soon.
“Belle, are you alright?”
“I-I don’t feel good, Mr. Gold.”
“Well, why don’t we get you to the couch so you can lie down?” He helped her as
she stumbled for the couch. Her surroundings were becoming blurry, her vision
darkening. He sat her gingerly on the couch.
“Mr. Gold, w-what’s going on? It’s getting late… I should probably go home.”
She was slurring her speech.
“You are home.” He sounded so sure and definite, she questioned her
surroundings.
“I am?” It was harder to keep her eyes open, she was so exhausted.
“Yes, you’re home now, my little girl. Daddy’s going to take care of you from
now on.” Her body was surrendering, everything going black.
“Daddy.” She repeated blankly and the last thing she saw before darkness
consumed her was a pair of amber eyes.
“That’s right, my little girl. Daddy’s here now.” He assured her limp,
unconscious body.
                                     XXXX
Getting his Belle upstairs wasn’t too difficult. She was 90 pounds of heaven
but his limp forced him to take her up slow so as not to put too much strain on
it. He didn’t mind, though. How could he when his Belle was finally in his
arms? He carried her bridal style and stared down at her limp body, her arms
and legs swaying as he moved. She felt perfect in his arms, he felt complete.
When he laid her down on her bed, everything was falling in its place. All he
had to do now was groom her. She’d be out until morning with the sedative he
gave her. His little girl would wake up perfect.
Very gently, he took off her sweater and sneakers. He then proceeded to tug
down her jeans, revealing her smooth legs and nude cotton underwear. He cut off
her small, yellow t-shirt with a pair of scissors. Her bra was white with a
flowery pattern. He watched her chest move up and down, still sound asleep in
nothing but her undergarments.  She had purple bruises on her arms and torso.
Mr. Gold indulged himself by placing soft kisses over each bruise. He felt the
warmth and smoothness of her skin beneath his lips, making him feel alive. No
one would ever lay a hand on his baby girl, not anymore…
                                     XXXX
Her eyes opened slightly, everything was hazy and pink and white and blue. Her
body ached with fatigue and the sun was shining bright, hurting her eyes.
Something’s wrong. This isn’t my room.She whimpered and tried to get up, her
body still too weak. She didn’t noticed the man sitting beside her bed.
“You’re up! Good morning, sweetheart.” That wasn’t her father’s voice. Belle
feebly sat up against the headboard and took in her surroundings. Mr. Gold was
beside her. Her memories of the night before came back to her.
“M-Mr. Gold? What’s going on? Where am I?” Her breathing was hard and she felt
tears prickling her eyes.
“This is your room, Belle. I-I hope you like it.”
“No, no I can’t be here. I have to get home. My father is going to be so
angry!”
“But sweetheart, you are home. You never have to go back to that man again.
Look around, I did all of this for you.”
She tried to breathe as she scrutinized the room. The walls were painted a rosy
pink. There was antique furniture, just like every other furniture piece Belle
had seen since she first stepped foot into his house. The room was every little
girl’s dream. She finally noticed what she was wearing: a dress that wasn’t
hers. It was white with a blue ribbon cinched at the waist.
Belle began to cry. “Why am I here, Mr. Gold?”
The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge, causing Belle to retreat further
into the bed. “You’re here to be with me, so I can take care of you. You’ll be
my little girl.”
She suddenly remembered calling him daddybefore she slipped unconscious. Of
course, the one man she liked turned out to be insane. Because no sane man
could care for Belle. No matter how hard she wished, the world would never
treat her fairly.
“You’re crazy…” She choked out. He tried to move closer to her but she moved
even further away.
“No, Belle. I’m not crazy, I love you. And love can make people do mad things.
But you, my love, are worth it.”
I love you.Words she hadn’t heard since she was 7, right before her mother
died. Mr. Gold loved her… How?
“Y-you love me?” She questioned him incredulously.
“More than anything, my baby girl.” He was finally close enough so that he
could wipe her tears away. She didn’t fight it, she was frozen in that moment
and she couldn’t help the way her eyelids fluttered at the affection she’d been
deprived of since her mother died.
“Why?” Her voice was that of a broken child, one who had been wronged by the
world and never loved and couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Oh Belle, I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you outside of Granny’s diner
two years ago. For too long, I was empty and cold with no love in my heart. And
when I laid eyes on you, all of that changed… I think fate wants us to be
together. Fate made you bump into me that day, it led you into the woods and
brought you here to be my little girl. I love you for bringing light in my
life, Belle. You saved me, gave me something to live for. I believe we were
meant to save each other from the darkness that plagues us. To be each other’s
light.” Mr. Gold looked at her in that way that only he looked at her, with
compassion and adoration.
Belle’s head was spinning too fast, like a carousel ride gone wrong. He loves
me… I never have to see my father again…Belle slipped off of the bed and Mr.
Gold watched as she scoped the room. Multiple chestnut bookcases were lined
against the walls filled with all kinds of books. One entire case was dedicated
to first editions and there was plenty of space in the others for her to add to
the collection of books. A huge wardrobe got her attention and she was sure it
was filled with clothes he must have bought. A trunk lay at the foot of the
four poster queen sized bed, complete with a pink and white bed set. The room
was beautiful and everything she ever wanted.
Belle looked in the full sized mirror that stood right beside the wardrobe.
Belle didn’t see herself in the mirror. Her reflection showed someone else, a
porcelain doll with a blue ribbon in her hair and a beautiful dress.
“You dressed me.” She stated aloud.
He sensed her unease and set to relieve it. “Well, yes, but I left your
undergarments on. I didn’t touch you. I would never touch you without your
permission, Belle.”
Her thoughts were all over and didn’t seem to stop, like an ocean storm whose
tides seemed endless. He hadn’t been violent with her, at least not yet.
Perhaps he would never be…
”And what if I say no? To all of this?” Her voice was small and timid now,
afraid of what he’d say or do.
His heart stopped for a second. You can’t say no. I can’t live without you.That
flicker of fear didn’t go unnoticed by Belle. He couldn’t let her go but he
also couldn’t hurt his baby girl.
He answered evasively. “I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you’re
worried about. I would rather die than hurt you, my love.”
Things in her head slowed down a bit. This was everything she wanted but never
had. And she’d had strong feelings for Mr. Gold but she never imagined he would
love her.
“So y-you did all of this for me?”
His lips curled in a small smile. “Yes, I started planning it on the day I met
you.” He made his way to where she was standing in front of the mirror, locking
eyes with her bright blue eyes, still watery from crying.
“And you want to be my daddy?” She asked softly.
He was eager in his reply. “Yes, I do.”
“And you want me to be your little girl?”
Mr. Gold placed a hand on her shoulder and his touch still made her feel an
inexplicable warmth. “Yes, Belle. I want to take care of you and give you
everything you want and deserve. I want to make you happy.”
“Okay.” She responded immediately before she could second guess herself.
Mr. Gold was stunned. Was his mind just playing tricks on him? “Okay, what?” He
asked warily.
“Okay, I’ll be your… little girl…  And you can be... my daddy.”
She agreed… She agreed!His heart was pounding out of his chest. Their future
started in this moment-a moment he waited two years for. He pulled her into a
tight embrace. He was warm and she melted into his hug immediately. “Oh Belle,
I love you so much.”
She couldn’t be entirely sure she loved him back but she didn’t think she’d
ever tire of hearing that someone loved her.He inhaled the scent of her, she
smelled just like she did that day in his shop, like flowers- sweet and citrus.
He finally let her go after he heard her stomach grumble.
“My little girl, you must be hungry.”
She bent her head in shyness. “A little.” Truth be told, she was starving. She
never had enough to eat when she was home.
“Here, I made you something.” He pointed to the desk in the corner, where he
had watched her sleep. There was a plate of waffles and berries and a glass of
milk.
Belle hesitated for a moment. “It-it’s not going to make me sleepy, is it?”
His face was suddenly serious and full of regret. “No, no sweetheart, never
again. I’m sorry I had to do that. I just- I didn’t want to let you go…”
“It’s okay.” She spoke in a soft, comforting tone. “I forgive you.”
Belle knew him drugging her was wrong. But she also knew that Mr. Gold wasn’t a
monster. His heart was true.
Mr. Gold smiled weakly. She may have forgiven him but it would be a while
before he could forgive himself.
                                     XXXX
Belle ate fairly quickly. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten
something so good. She drenched her waffles and fruit in syrup and whipped
cream. The tart berries burst on her tongue through the sweetness of the syrup
and cream and Belle wasn’t sure she’d ever taste anything better. It wasn’t
until she noticed Mr. Gold smiling at her that she realized how uncivilized she
must look.
She blushed, “I’m sorry. It’s just really good.”
“No. Don’t apologize. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. When was the last time you
ate a full meal?” He asked, curious as to how far Moe’s neglect of her went.
Her bashful expression turned into one of pensiveness and sad regret. He
hastened to fix it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
She shook her head and gave him a wry smile. “No, it’s okay. It’s just, uh, I
don’t remember.”
Belle bent her head a bit and played with the berries on her plate, using the
fork to push them around and sort them by color. She was slightly embarrassed
and ashamed. Maybe Mr. Gold wouldn’t want her if he knew what a troubling home
life she came from. Maybe he’d send her back to her angry father. But he
already knew what her life back home was like, and she was not going back to
it, not if he could help it.
“Belle, sweetheart,” he reached a hand out and stroked her hair, “you don’t
ever have to worry about that anymore. You will never go hungry. Anything you
want, my love, it’s yours. You need only ask.”
She smiled bashfully and worked very hard not to let her eyes flutter closed at
his affectionate caress. Mr. Gold’s touch made her feel good, even in places
she wasn’t used to. Come to think of it, she only ever felt that way when Mr.
Gold looked at her, or when he hugged her, or when he’d come by for the rent
and she’d eagerly wait to say hello and he’d say her name in that beautiful
accent of his. Not long after she met him at the diner, she had stumbled upon
some very explicit books at the library. It was the first time she acknowledged
that what she was feeling was some form of attraction.
Suddenly, she remembered her books.
“Mr. Gold, do you have my bag? The one I had with me last night?”
He remembered he hadn’t bothered to put it away. He’d been too excited over her
presence. “I believe it’s downstairs, sweetheart, why?”
“There’s some things in there that I’d love to have. Do you think I can get
them back?”
“Of course, I’ll get them for you.”
She smiled her beautiful, precious smile, excited to have her most prized
possessions back with her.
Mr. Gold took her dirty dishes downstairs to the kitchen and navigated her bag
by the table where she left it. The grey bag was made of an old, flimsy cotton
material. He didn’t want to go through it, he didn’t wantto invade his little
girl’s privacy, but he had to. He couldn’t risk her having a phone or anything
that could provide a means of escape. Because she couldn’t leave, it would kill
him.
He tossed the contents of the bag onto the table. There were a couple of
granola bars, a water bottle, a notebook and pen. But what caught his attention
were two books- that treasured copy of Pride and Prejudice that marked their
meeting and the book of fairytales he gifted her. These are what she chose to
take in a moment of distress. Why?”
When he was satisfied that none of the objects would threaten her stay with
him, he limped upstairs.
                                     XXXX
His little girl was sitting cross-legged in the center of her bed with one of
her new books in her lap. Her face lit up when she noticed the bag in his
hands. He handed it to her and sat on the edge of the bed while she tossed the
contents in front of her, much like he had not five minutes ago. Immediately,
she reached for the books, blushing when she saw how he looked at her amusedly.
She held up the Pride and Prejudice copy. “This is the book I had on the day we
met.” She mentioned shyly.
“I remember that day very clearly. It was the day I fell in love with you, the
day my whole life changed.”
She blushed even further and cracked a small smile. It was so strange hearing
of someone being in lovewith her. Of course, she had that fairytale fantasy of
someone saving her from her distressing life. Her prince would fall in love
with her and he’d fight for her until they could go away and have their happy
ending. Mr. Gold, however, was no prince. To Belle, he was a king, almighty and
powerful, and she was in his castle now, as princess or prisoner she had yet to
discern. But to be loved by the king, that mustmean she’s special, right? That
whole fantasy of being rescued had only been a fantasy but Mr. Gold made it
real.
“Why did you carry these books with you?” He inquired.
She considered his question and explained the history of her books. She
explained that her copy of Pride and Prejudice was the only thing she had left
of her mother and how her mother was the reason for her love of books. She then
talked about how his book of fairytales signified the first real act of
kindness anyone had ever shown her. It was also a symbol of the affection she
had for him.
His heart swelled at the idea that he meant something to his baby girl, that
perhaps his feelings weren’t so one sided. Maybe fate wasn’t as cruel as he
thought. He was initially afraid that Belle would see him for the monster he is
and he’d have to keep her against her will which would make her miserable. He
wanted Belle happy so that they could be happy together. Mr. Gold was no fool.
He knew there was a good chance that Belle wouldn’t want to stay with him. But
he was so desperate for her, he took the chance when fate decided to lead her
to his door.
Now, she was where she belonged: in his house, on her bed, smiling shyly at him
while he kissed her hand like the princess she was.
Belle was his heart, his princess, his dream come true, his angel, his
everything! There were so many ways he could describe her and her beauty but it
would never be enough for him.
All that mattered was that she was his and he was never going to let her go.
***** Wolfgang *****
Chapter Summary
     Belle gets her first kiss and Mr. Gold gets something more ;) She
     also decides she wants to go outside. Daddy is none too thrilled..
Chapter Notes
     I'm trying to post regularly! Let's see how that goes.. And for those
     wondering about the next chapter of The Violet Hour, it's coming very
     soon, I promise!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Belle took to calling Mr. Gold her Daddy fairly quickly. He made her favorite
meals, showered her with gifts, he read to her until she fell asleep. And she
dreaded when he had to leave for work in his shop but rejoiced when he returned
home to her. They had developed this codependency and it was nice for Belle to
finally have someone she could depend on. For most of her life, she was alone
but now she had someone who would listen and care.
There were some restrictions to living with him, however. Belle wasn’t allowed
to leave the room without him. But as long as she was a good girl, he wouldn’t
lock the door. He didn’t want her to feel like a prisoner. The restrictions
weren’t so bad when she considered all of the things she received from him:
food, books, affection. That’s all Belle really needed.
Sometimes, she wondered if anyone missed her. Surely, her father must have
noticed that no one was there for him to beat on.
“Daddy?” She called out to him.
Belle sat between his legs while he sat against the headboard and played with
her hair. “Yes, sweetheart.”
“Is anyone looking for me?”
She felt his movements freeze and his body stiffen. Belle turned around to be
face-to-face with him.
“Why? Do you want someone to find you? Do you not want to be here?” He asked
worriedly, slightly panicked.
“No! Daddy, I love it here!” She assured. “I was just wondering if anyone
missed me or even noticed I was gone.” She finished sadly.
“Oh.” Of course, she wanted to know if she was missed. Belle was young and more
than worthy of being missed. And she did have a life before him, no matter how
terrible and sheltered it was.
The truth is, people did notice she was gone. He saw Moe French put up a
missing poster or two. “My girl had the nerve to run away. After all I’ve done
for her!”The drunken man had cried. Gold was about ready to beat him with his
cane when he overheard him. She’s mine now. And she never has to go back to
him,he thought. Moe didn’t deserve Belle’s light and beauty in his life.
“No, my love. I haven’t heard anything.” He lied.
Belle frowned. “Okay… I guess it doesn’t matter, anyway. I have you now,
Daddy.”
A smile crept on her lips when she gazed at him and ran a hand through his
silvery brown hair. “Aye, you do, my baby girl. And you know what? If I thought
something happened to you, I would stop at nothing to find you.”
“You would?” Her smile grew wider.
“Of course! You’re my everything, Belle. How could I not?” Belle’s cheeks
slightly tinged pink with the blush he made her feel. “Now, let’s get you ready
for bed and then I’ll read to you. Would you like that?”
“I’d love it!” She exclaimed and flounced away excitedly to get ready.
When Belle returned, Gold’s mouth watered and his heart skipped. His little
girl wore a rose pink nighty. It was rather skimpy, barely reaching mid-thigh,
and made of a sheer fabric. It complemented her pale, rosy complexion and
auburn waves perfectly. The timid smile on her face made her look even more
youthful. “What do you think?” She inquired.
“Absolutely beautiful,” was all he was able to murmur.
With a flattered grin, Belle picked out a book from one of her shelves. “Will
you read this?”
It was an old book of Shakespeare’s sonnets. Belle loved listening to him read
Shakespeare. He was natural and soothing and his voice fit seemingly into each
sonnet.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, 
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 
Within his bending sickle's compass come; 
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 
She gazed at him in amazement while he read. Everything about her Daddy was
perfect. His soft, brown eyes, his angular nose, the way his lips moved when he
spoke in his warm, lilting accent. He could read the phone book to her and it
would still be just as romantic. Belle began to feel that tingly, butterfly
sensation she felt everywhere when he read to her, or looked at her a certain
way, or even when she simply thought about him. It flowed through her whole
body but it seemed to concentrate between her thighs. Her skinny little legs
subconsciously rubbed together to provide some friction.
“Are you ready for bed, little one?” He asked, closing the book and setting it
aside.
“No, I’m not even tired, yet!” She shifted on the mattress eagerly to face him.
He smiled at her energy. “Okay, would you like me to read some more?”
“No… Talk to me.”
He smirked. “I am talking to you.”
“You know what I mean!” She chided playfully. “Tell me more about yourself. I
want to know more about you, Daddy.”
His smirk faltered a bit and she could see his thoughts forming in his eyes. He
was so fascinating and she was so ordinary. She wanted to know more just to
have a taste of his life and who he was.
“What would you like to know?
She pondered on that for a bit. There was so much she wanted to know! But Belle
thought it best to start off small. “Umm, what’s your favorite color?”
Mr. Gold gave her a small, almost relieved smile. He was worried she was going
to ask something serious. Petting her hair, he answered, “Well, it’s a tie
between the blue in your eyes and red, like the color of my tie.”
“Is that why it’s your favorite tie?” She asked, smiling and stroking the silk
tie that was draped over his chest. Her touch was making his pulse race and her
nightgown had already awoken parts of his body that were better left unfazed,
at least while he was in the same room as her.
“Aye, and also the reason you’re my favorite person.”
Belle giggled and the hand that was on his chest moved to the nape of his neck,
where she lightly grazed his scalp with her fingernails. He hummed contentedly
and his body relaxed at the sensation. “You’re my favorite person too.” Belle
admitted softly.
“Oh, you’re just enlightening an old man, aren’t you?” He mused.
“No! You really are!” She assured excitedly. “At first, it was Ruby Lucas from
the diner. She’s nice to me and she’d give me free refills on iced tea whenever
Granny wasn’t looking. But now it’s you, because you take care of me, you read
to me, and you make me feel good.”
His eyes were glued to his little girl, basking in her radiance and beauty. “I
make you feel good?” His voice was lower, softer.
She smiled warmly. “Yes. You make me feel important, loved. It’s like when
you’re really cold and then you drink tea and you suddenly feel warm and safe
all over. With you, I feel warm and safe and just… good. I’ve never felt this
way before.”
Her hand absently rested on his knee. She hadn’t even realized she put it
there. Her body did it of its own volition. But that little hand was making her
Daddy’s brain malfunction. He touched her cheek, lightly brushing her his
fingers over her cheekbone.
Belle’s gaze landed on his lips. Her face was so close to his, she wondered how
he felt, how he tasted. His eyes focused on her lips as well, so pink and
plump. Oh, how he wanted to take those lips between his! He wanted to taste
her, every inch of her. There was so much he wanted to do to her, he fantasized
about it every night before he went to bed. It was shameful, the amount of time
he took himself in hand thinking about his little girl. For two years, he only
thought of Belle. Thinking about her was the only way he could get off. And
now, it was torture knowing she was just down the hall, her small, precious
body just waiting to be ravaged by him. But only when she was ready. He would
never force himself on her so until she was ready, his hand would be his
nightly companion.
She licked her lips, subconsciously so, but it still made all thought in his
mind cease. Slowly, he leaned in to kiss her.
With a small gasp, she pulled away.
A million thoughts seemed to flood his mind. Of course, sweet little Belle
wouldn’t want to kiss him, the ugly beast!
“I’m sorry, Belle!” He hurried to apologize for any discomfort he may have
caused. “I didn’t mean to- I thought-“
“I’ve never kissed a boy before.” She blurted out in nervousness and then
covered her mouth in embarrassment.
His expression of worry turned into one of surprise. “You- you’ve never? Not
even once?”
She shook her head, her blue eyes wide. “Boys didn’t like me… And I never
really liked them. I just kept to my books.”
Belle was too perfect. Despite her previous, distressing home life, she was
still the epitome of purity and innocence. The only hands that had touched her
were that of her bastard father, and never out of love. It was always out of
anger, always out of spite. She had never been touched in love. And all her
Daddy had for her was love. If one thing was certain, though, it was that he
did not deserve Belle. But he would die before he lost her.
“My sweet girl, you don’t need to justify yourself. There’s nothing wrong with
never having kissed anyone.”
A look of relief spread across her face. “Really?”
“Yes, it’s okay to not be like everyone else. There’s no shame in it- at least,
there shouldn’t be.”
His acceptance was relieving to her and the ultimate proof that his love for
her was real. He loved her even though she was different and inexperienced and
not at his level of sophistication. “Will- will you show me?” She asked
timidly.
“Show you?”
“Show me how to kiss.” She clarified.
“Oh.” He wanted nothing more than to kiss the life out of her but he wasn’t
sure she was ready. “Right now?”
She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes bright in excitement.
He contemplated it for a second. “Sweetheart, you’re not ready-“
“Yes, I am! I’m ready, please Daddy!”
He almost denied her, almost said no, but then she smiled and it was so
luminescent and full of hope, it became virtually impossible for him to say no.
“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll show you.”
She released the breath she’d been holding and her smile grew wider. “Okay,
what do I do?”
He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Just relax, my love,” he instructed
softly.
His beautiful girl was in front of him, waiting for him to grace her with her
first kiss. This could all have been a dream were it not for how tangible and
soft her skin felt when he cupped her cheek. He leaned in slowly, in case she
decided to change her mind. But there was no hesitation from her, only
anticipation. His lips met hers in a soft peck on the lips. It was a lingering
kiss that made her feel warm inside. He regretfully pulled away to look at her.
“How was that?” He asked concerned.
“It was nice.” His little girl smiled wide, her blue eyes shining. “C-can you
do it again?”
He didn’t need to be asked twice, ready to taste more, and planted his lips on
her. He sucked her bottom lip gently. She was so sweet, so delectable and he
needed more of her.
“Part your lips, baby.” He whispered on her lips.
She listened and he thrust his tongue in her. The effect of his tongue was
immediate.  A light, electric thrumming flowed through both of them. He tasted
like the sweet black tea he was so fond of drinking and it made Belle feel
dizzy. Experimentally, she stroked her tongue on the hood of his mouth, making
him moan. Belle felt a surge of victory because that meant she was making him
feel good, she was doing something right. It was like in the movies but better.
He was slow, gentle, and it felt really good. So good that an involuntary moan
escaped her. She hadn’t meant to but her body was slowly taking over her mind.
It made her Daddy kiss her harder, more urgently. Gradually and gently, he lied
her down on her back, his lips never leaving hers. Belle didn’t mind, she
hardly even noticed. Her Daddy was lying on top of her, his body between her
legs, and his hair brushing her face. Her hands buried themselves in his hair,
massaging his scalp as her fingers raked through his silky locks. His hair was
so soft; she couldn’t stop touching it. His moans became louder and more
frequent at her touch, making his kisses become more passionate, borderline
frantic.
Stimulating currents rippled through his body. At her first moan, he stopped
thinking. He was nothing but instinct and animalistic urges, seeking out more
contact, more touch. He felt so good with his body on top of hers, her warmth
seeping through the thin material of her nighty and causing a storm throughout
his body. A hand wandered her body- starting from her thigh and moving upwards,
inadvertently dragging her nightgown just above her hip. Her skin was smooth
like marble, soft like velvet. Her taste, her touch, her moans were
overwhelming, the sensations too great. His body was alive… All of him.
Oblivious Belle was too caught up in the intimacy and joy of her first kiss to
notice at first.
His hips were moving of their own accord against her, seeking for friction to
ease the severe straining in his pants. His lips locked on hers, tasting the
sweetness of his little girl, moaning, nearly grunting in her mouth while he
grinded on her.
It wasn’t until she felt something hard where she was feeling a good, tingly
sensation between her legs that she gasped and pulled away. He made a longing
sound at the loss of her mouth and looked down at her wide-eyed.
Belle looked to see what had touched her and saw that his trousers were tented.
She remembered learning- in what little they taught in health class- that when
boys got excited, they got erections. “I-is that-“
He realized what he’d been doing. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to-“ He
tried to get off her but she held on to his crimson red tie. He watched her
little hand move from his chest and caress down to his stomach.
“C-can I?” She asked apprehensively.
He didn’t know what she was asking until her hand ventured lower. Belle was
curious. She had never kissed a boy, let alone touched one before. According to
movies and what she’s read, it feels good when a boy gets touched there. Her
hand stilled just as she met his belt and her pretty blue eyes looked into his
so hopefully. He nodded slowly, both excited and nervous at the prospect of his
little girl touching him.
She lightly traced the bulge with her fingertips and felt it twitch. His
breathing grew louder and he was biting his lip. She traded her fingertips for
her palm and rubbed the hardness up and down. This time, he moaned shakily at
her action.
“Does that feel good, Daddy?” She asked.
“Oh yes, my baby girl. That feels… wonderful!” He managed to rasp through
gritted teeth. “How-how do you feel?”
“I feel good… Did I make you like this?” She gave his erection a light squeeze
and his hips bucked.
“Yes! All for you. Do that again, baby- oh!‑ like that!” He begged.
Her little, inexperienced hand was making him lose his mind. This was a dream.
It had to be. Only in dreams had his little girl touched him like this.
“Daddy, will I ever feel that good?” She wondered, still experimentally rubbing
and gripping him.
He gazed at her open-mouthed. She was so genuinely curious, he wondered how far
her knowledge on sex education went. “Yes, you can… Do you want to?”
She thought about it. Belle had only ever experimentally stimulated herself a
few times, and she had never “orgasmed” like in the books and movies. It had
felt good when he was moving his hips against hers but she didn’t want to stop
touching him, not when she finally getting the hang of it.
“Umm, not now. I’d rather keep touching you.”
He was out of this world with happiness that his little girl wanted to keep
touching him. And she was doing a good job, such a very good job. “Can I kiss
you, my love? Please.”
When she nodded, he promptly attacked her mouth. Belle was a quick learner and
she was soon kissing him in rhythm with his strokes. She grew bold and tugged
on his lip with her teeth, grinning at the moan that erupted from him. It was
beginning to feel like too much, too good. He was gasping against her lips,
moaning when she palmed his erection faster and harder. He hadn’t been touched
in years by hands that weren’t his own. He was waiting for the perfect girl,
and Belle was exactly that.
His orgasm was approaching rapidly, he could feel it in his bones, and he
should have told her to stop. But she gave him one last good squeeze and he was
gone.
“Oh fuck,” he panted, “Belle!”
He groaned and thrust hard into her hand. She thought she had hurt him and
loosened her grip. Daddy wasn’t thinking, his bodily urges took over and they
wanted this to last so before she could pull her hand away, he placed his above
hers and applied the desired amount of pressure on his cock. Belle felt wetness
seep through his pants while she observed him lose control with her hand. His
hair was in his face, there was sweat on his brow, and his eyes shut tight
while his mouth was wide open. He looked like a beautiful animal, so primal and
wild. When his moans quietened, his grip on her hand softened until both
stopped altogether.
His eyes opened and he saw his baby girl, looking wide-eyed and surprised. A
combination of horror and pain came across his face as he got off of her. “Oh
my god… I’m so sorry, Belle! I shouldn’t have done that!” He couldn’t believe
he had forced her to make him cum. He never wanted to force her into anything.
Belle had only wanted to touch him out of curiosity. She never asked for him to
orgasm on her hand.
“Why? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?”
He was shocked to hear her questioning herself. “No, sweetheart, I hurt you! I
made you do that.” He looked at the state she was in. His angel’s nighty was
wrinkled, her lips were swollen from his frantic kissing, and her hair was
disheveled. He was ruining her. “I have to go.” He resigned and made to get off
the bed but Belle’s hand on his wrist stopped him.
“Wait! D-don’t leave… At least not yet… please.”
He was torn and confused. Why would she want him to stay after what he just
did? “Belle, my love, I-I couldn’t control myself… I hurt you and I don’t want
to hurt you!”
“But you didn’t hurt me!” She insisted.
Belle stroked his face and hair comfortingly. It worked wonders in soothing
him. He simply stared with his mouth agape. Belle was too good for him. Even
after he practically forced her to make him cum, she still wanted to be around
him.
“My little girl,” he crooned and leaned into her touch. “I’m so sorry for doing
that.”
“It’s okay! I was just surprised. That- that means I did good, right? For you
to cumlike that?” She asked, bashfully.
He was overcome with adoration for his Belle. “Oh, my girl. You were perfect,
my perfect little girl.”
She grinned, wide and relieved. “So you-you’ll stay?”
Her Daddy smiled back at her and kissed her sweetly. “Of course, my love.”
He promised he’d stay with her and hold her until she fell asleep. It didn’t
take long. All he had to do was tell her a short story and she was out like a
light. But he didn’t leave immediately. He watched Belle sleep peacefully and
he felt like the luckiest, happiest man on earth. As long as he had Belle, he
had everything.
Very regretfully, he let go of her. With one last kiss to her cheek, he left to
his room to sleep alone. He didn’t want to invade Belle’s personal space even
further and he wasn’t entirely sure he trusted himself enough to stay in bed
with her.
But neither anticipated the nightmare.
For some reason, she was at her father’s house. It was a mess. Trash and beer
bottles were littered everywhere. She could hear him coming, his heavy
footsteps sounding closer and closer. She ran to her room, locking it in an
attempt to shield herself from his wrath. Suddenly, she was back in the room
Daddy gave her. The white and pink room making her feel safe. Her relief didn’t
last long, however. The footsteps were heard again. Right outside her door.
“No,” she whimpered, “he can’t be here.”
The door was slammed open and she yelped. Her father stood there, tall and
menacing. “Come on, Belle. I’m taking you home. You have to clean up the mess
you made.”
She retreated a few steps back. “No, Papa, I can’t leave!”
Her father moved threateningly towards her. “You will come with me, Belle! You
can’t stay with this beast any longer!”
“He’s not a beast!” She countered, tears falling down her face. “He loves me!”
“Ha! You think he loves you? No one can love you, Belle! Why do you think your
mother killed herself? She couldn’t stand you!”
“That’s not true…”
“It is, Belle. I’m the only one who will ever be able to put up with you. Now,
come on, I’m taking you home.” He gripped her arm forcefully.
“No!” She tried to pull away from his tight grip but he struck her.
Belle woke with a start, gasping and sobbing. She was in her room, for real
this time. Her Daddy was gone and it was hard to feel safe. Her dream scared
her more than it should have. One of her biggest fears was going back to her
father, where he would hit her and tell her how worthless she was. Her Daddy
didn’t think she was worthless. According to him, she was his everything. Her
father had to be wrong in saying that no one could love her. He had to be.
She shouldn’t have broken the rules, she knew that. But she needed comfort and
reassurance so before she knew it, she was opening her bedroom door and
stepping out into the hallway. The cold of the cherry wood floor beneath her
bare feet warned her. She could go back to bed with no repercussions, or she
could risk it. He would understand her need for comfort, right?
Be brave, Belle. You can do it.
Belle had never been in his room before. Her presence was usually limited to
her room, the living room, and the kitchen dining area. Thankfully, his door
didn’t creak. She crept in as silently as she could. His room was as elaborate
and sophisticated as he was. The walls were a deep grey, complementing his navy
blue comforter set. The antique chestnut furniture shined and added to the
elegance of the room.
He looked so peaceful in bed. He wasn’t in his suit, obviously, but it was hard
to imagine him in anything else. The blanket covered him but his black
undershirt was visible on is upper arms. His features were relaxed, like if he
was having a good dream, and she wondered if he’d be mad that she was here.
“Daddy?” She whispered. He didn’t stir or wake, so she lightly tapped his
shoulder. “Daddy.”
She yelped when he shot up and grabbed her arm tightly. His eyes were wide and
alert and he was breathing hard. “Belle? What are you doing? You’re not
supposed to be out of your room, you know the rules.” He scolded fast and
panicked.
“I know,” she whimpered, his grip hadn’t loosened and she worried he was upset,
“but I had a nightmare and- and you weren’t there. I was scared… I’m sorry,
Daddy.”
His face immediately softened at the tears threatening to escape her eyes and
he loosened his hold on her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to frighten
you. Come here.” He held out his arms and she climbed onto the bed and into his
embrace.
“Please don’t be mad.” Belle begged and buried her face in the crook of his
neck.
He shushed her and caressed her hair to comfort her. “I’m not mad, Belle. You
were scared, I understand. Here, lie down with me.” Lifting the covers, he
coaxed her to curl up beside him. Her head rested on his shoulder and she
finally felt safe.
“Tell me about your nightmare, baby.”
Belle confided every detail of her dream, even the part where her father doubts
his love for her.
“Sweetheart, look at me.” He requested softly, lifting her chin so he could
look in her glistening blue eyes. “You don’t ever have to worry about your
father hurting you or having to go back to him. I love you more than anything.
Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he praised and kissed the top of her head. “Now, get some sleep,
my love.”
They fell into a silence and Belle listened to him breathe while he stroked her
back in comforting motions. His touch felt nice. It was moments like this Belle
lived for. Where he would hold her and touch her just because. With him, she
finally had a place in the world, somewhere she belonged, where she was
significant and she mattered.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Baby, what is it?” He responded sleepily.
“What’s your name?”
His ministrations on her back stopped. “My name?”
Belle let out a tired chuckle, her eyes getting heavy in the relaxing heat of
his embrace. “Yes, your name. You must have a first name.”
“Aye, I do but I don’t like it.”
“Please! I promise I won’t laugh.”
He sighed, resigned to letting her know his name. It wasn’t something he gave
out freely. Names had power, after all. “It’s Wolfgang.”
She paused. “Is it really?”
“I told you… It’s ridiculous, I don’t like it.”
She giggled lightly. “I think it’s a beautiful name.”
“Don’t lie, baby. You don’t have to indulge me.”
“I’m not lying… Wolfgang Gold…” She tested the name on her tongue and he
couldn’t deny it was slightly arousing. “It sounds like you, so sophisticated,
but I like Daddy more.”
He smiled. He liked Daddy more as well. It was more endearing than Wolfgang and
signified his purpose in her life. Daddies took care of their little girls and
gave them whatever they needed. Wolfgang hadn’t always wanted a little girl.
Hell, it had never crossed his mind. But one lonely night of porn surfing, he
discovered a community and his interest was piqued. But of course, no one would
want to touch him, let alone call him Daddy. And no woman in Storybrooke formed
his ideal fantasy. But once he laid eyes on Belle, it all fell into place. She
would be his one and only little girl for how could he ever love another when
her beauty was beyond everything he’d ever known. He found himself the day he
found Belle. No longer was he the miserable, lonely monster. He was her Daddy.
He held her snug against him while she fell asleep, muttering one last “I love
you, baby girl” before he too succumbed to sleep.
                                     XXXX
Waking up with Belle in his bed was heaven. At some point in the night, she had
rolled over and lied on her stomach. Her nighty was bunched up at her hips and
her pert little bottom was in the air. He was plagued with the fantasy of
rutting his already semi-erect cock against her ass until he came but he
quickly snapped out of it. His angel would be waking up soon and in need of
breakfast.
He made her favorite banana pancakes and when she finished her fruit and milk,
he sent her to brush her teeth and get dressed. “You can pick out your outfit
for today, little one, but leave your hair to me.” He requested.
The sun was shining nice and warm so Belle decided to wear a baby blue top with
light denim shorts. Daddy liked the way the high waist line elongated her legs.
Today was the perfect day to ask. Just a little while outside in the fresh air
was all she wanted, maybe he’d even let her water the roses! After he clipped a
little blue bow into her hair (it matched the color of her shirt) and told her
how beautiful she was (like he always did when he groomed her), she kissed him
on the nose for good luck.
“Daddy, can we go outside?”
The smile he wore faded as he grew stiff. “Out-outside? Why?”
“I haven’t been outside since I came here,” she explained tentatively, “I want
to see the roses! And get some sun!”
He shifted nervously and played with his hands while he searched for an answer.
“Well, we can leave the curtains open and I can get some roses from the garden,
sweetheart.” He proposed. It was a step forward, given that one of his rules
was she couldn’t stare out the window for too long lest a passerby see her, but
she didn’t want that.
“It’s not the same. Please, Daddy! I’ve been a good girl and I promise to be a
good girl out there!”
“I know you’ve been a good girl, baby. And I love you for that but I have to
work and- and there’s just no time. Not today, my love, I’m sorry.” He reasoned
poorly. He just couldn’t risk her being seen, or worse, her running away.
“So tomorrow, then?” She asked hopefully, despite the dread she was feeling.
Her throat tightened.
Daddy hesitated and it was all the answer she needed. “We’ll see.”
Belle swallowed and nodded resignedly. She knew what that meant and she tried
really hard not to let her disappointment and sadness show. But Daddy saw it
anyway. The way she avoided his gaze and blinked hard filled him with lead. He
hadn’t hurt his baby girl since he drugged her. He hadn’t been the cause of her
pain since then, until now that is. But she was so strong and didn’t let her
tears show.
He didn’t know what to tell her. What could he say? I’m sorry for drugging you
and keeping you with me and I’m sorry that I now live in eternal fear that
you’ll get taken away or leave me?
“Umm, your lunch is in your lunchbox… Now, I’ll be watching the surveillance
cameras today. You’ll be a good girl, right?” He asked warily.
“Yes, Daddy.” She answered, softly.
“Okay, good.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you, Belle.”
She nodded, still not meeting his eye. A tear fell as soon as he was out of the
room. At least he loves you, Belle.
 
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He couldn’t concentrate at work. It was a slow day and he couldn’t help but
obsessively check the surveillance cameras from his laptop. Daddy installed
cameras in the hallways and at each entrance and exit to make sure Belle
followed the rules and didn’t leave. He promised no cameras in her room because
Belle deserved her privacy.
Her sad, disappointed face kept popping up in his head, torturing him. It’s not
like she was asking for much, just some time outside. Little girls needed
sunshine. He was a terrible Daddy if he didn’t tend to his little girl’s needs.
Belle was probably crying right now for his refusal of letting her see the
roses. He has to do whatever it takes to make her happy, even if it means going
against his own paranoid judgement. Otherwise, she may truly want to leave him.
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Belle didn’t know he was home until she heard the tapping of his cane outside
her door. It was odd. It wasn’t uncommon for him to come home during his lunch
hour and eat with her. But why pack her a lunch if he was going to stop by?
She sat up when he opened her door. A hand was behind his back and he looked a
bit nervous. “Hey, sweetheart, I brought you something.” He handed her the
long-stemmed, blood red rose that he’d hidden behind his back. “If you’ll have
it.” He ended uncertainly. She accepted the rose and he studied her reaction. A
small smile formed on her lips and it was hard to say if it reached her eyes.
“Thank you.” She brought the petals to her nose and inhaled the strong
fragrance.
“I also have a surprise for you,” he announced.
Belle looked up curiously. “You do?”
“Yes, have you eaten your lunch?”
She shook her head. Perfect.Everything was working out fine. “Good, don’t eat
it because I got us burgers and iced tea from Granny’s. You and I are going to
have a picnic in the backyard.”
As he said it, he could see her eyes light up and a genuine smile forming on
her face and it was definitely worth going against his paranoia.
“A picnic outside? Really?”
“Yes, my girl.”
“But what about work?” She questioned.
“I closed the shop for the rest of the day. The town of Storybrooke will
survive one day without me.”
Belle shot out the bed and nearly tackled him, wrapping her arms tightly around
his neck and clinging to him. “Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, so much!”
He chuckled, so happy that his little girl was happy once more. “You’re
welcome, my love. You deserve it. Now, put on your shoes. Everything is set up
already.”
She pressed her lips to his in a hard, chaste kiss and he savored it. “Okay!”
She quickly put on her light blue Chuck Taylors and eagerly took his hand for
him to lead her.
The backyard was just as beautiful as the rest of the property. It was filled
with red and white rose bushes along with other colorful flowers. There was a
gazebo that provided shade to the table where their food was laid about. Belle
practically dragged him to the table where they ate the delicious burgers and
fries. “Daddy, do you think we can read out here one day?” She asked while
looking around at the beautiful scenery.
He always planned on bringing Belle out here. He just wanted to wait until he
was absolutely sure she wouldn’t want to leave. It was silly and almost
irrational for him to be as paranoid as he was given that she hadn’t tried
anything to leave, not even once.
“Sure, little one. Maybe sometime over the weekend.”
Belle smiled happily and roamed around the backyard, smelling the flowers and
even lying on the soft, green grass to bask in the sun.
Daddy observed her in awe. Her hair gleamed in the sunlight and she looked so
bright and happy. His angel, his goddess. He was very glad he came to his
senses. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had the pleasure of watching her in such a
beautiful environment where she was even more radiant. He found himself eagerly
awaiting the next time he would bring her out here, maybe even sooner than the
weekend.
 
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***** Take what's yours, but give me mine *****
Chapter Summary
     Belle and her Daddy have a makeout session and things get heated.
     Belle gets a bath. (Basically mild porn/masturbation)
Chapter Notes
     This is dedicated to RumbelleDearie for prompting this. Thank You! I
     hope it meets your satisfaction (:
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They were kissing on her bed. They kissed all the time now and Belle loved it.
It was fun and it made her feel special. Wolfgang had surprised her with a
strawberry cupcake from Gepetto’s Bakery after dinner. It was pink and pretty
and the frosting was shaped like a rose. Belle proposed they share it and it
was delicious. They were about halfway through it when frosting got on his lips
and she kissed it off. Then frosting was on her lips and pretty soon the
cupcake was forgotten.
He was sitting against the headboard and Belle had straddled herself in his
lap. With that alone, his blood had moved south pretty quickly. Their tongues
mingled and the sweetness was intoxicating for both of them. His hands were
caressing her thighs, his fingers tracing light patterns on her skin. They
ventured higher, hiking up her little blue dress.
Her hands went from resting on his neck to brushing through his hair. She
swallowed the pleasurable sound he made. She learned that Daddy loved when she
played with his hair. Just the other night, she made him fall asleep by raking
her fingers through it.
Belle shifted in his lap and felt his erection. It was exciting knowing it was
because of her. She shifted again and gasped when he brushed against her core.
“Belle!” He cried out.
“I’m sorry! Did that hurt?”
“No, baby,” he chuckled lowly, “it didn’t hurt.”
“So it felt good?” She persisted.
“Yes, it did.”
She grinned and kissed him again. “It felt good for me too,” she paused and bit
her lip in hesitation. “Can I do that again? So that we can both feel good? I-
I want to feel what you felt last time.”
He could have shouted his assent but went for a seemingly calm, “Yes.” He
wasn’t sure if it would get her off but the thought of his little girl rubbing
herself against his manhood was too wonderful for him to pass up. He was
potentially about to give Belle her first orgasm and it both thrilled and
mortified him. That small insecurity that he wouldn’t please her constantly
lingered.
They resumed kissing until Belle started to move her hips. Her movements were
small and teasingly soft, she was tentative and afraid she’d hurt him. But when
Daddy started kissing her neck and sucking on her skin, she let go just a bit.
One hand was gripping his shoulder and the other was wrapped around the back of
his neck while her hips bucked against his stiff bulge. It was strange and
pleasing to feel something hard and foreign brushing against her clit. He
moaned into her skin, he’d always wanted to taste her soft, supple skin.
Belle was gasping and she found that the harder she pressed herself against
him, the more he moaned and the better it felt. His lips found their way back
onto hers, Belle moaned beautifully and he used the opportunity to maneuver his
tongue inside of her. She moved her hips harder and her whimpers were coming in
succession. She felt tingling warmth build up inside of her and she had never
felt that pressure before.
Daddy gripped her hips tight and guided her movements. “That’s it, baby girl,
just like that.” He crooned in her ear. He could feel the damp heat of her
pussy emanating through her panties on his excited, throbbing member, he could
smell her sweet musk. He just knewshe’d be the best thing he’d ever taste once
he went down on her. He nibbled on her earlobe and she cried out, her fingers
pulling on his hair while she rode him harder.
He wasn’t going to last long with Belle’s soft mewling and increasing pace. The
friction almost had him over that precipice. With the tight grip he had on her
hips, he began thrusting up into her, moving her hips faster. It took Belle by
surprise but the next thing she knew, her body was shaking and all of the
pleasure that built up spread through her and she moaned. It was a light,
satisfying orgasm but to Belle it was a startling revelation of just how good
she could feel. All it took was her abrupt cry of pleasure and her writhing on
him to make him cum in his pants with a groan.
He pressed his lips to Belle’s once more in a languid, delicate kiss. “My sweet
Belle, how did it feel?”
“That felt amazing, Daddy!”
Belle got off of him and lay by his side. He was grinning at her, so
unbelievably happy and not just because she made him cum again, but because he
succeeded in satisfying her. Belle was sweating and he could still smell her
arousal. “Daddy, will you give me a bath?”
His little girl was trying to kill him.
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Belle stood in her bathroom rather nervously. She took bubble baths all the
time but her Daddy had never been in the room before. It seemed like a fun idea
until she remembered she’d have to take her clothes off. Never had she been
naked in front of a boy before. He took off his tie, leaving him in his dress
shirt with his collar undone, sleeves rolled up, and a fresh pair of trousers-
he’d changed out of his soiled ones. He looked so casual and handsome.
When she was younger- when her mother was still alive- she would give her a
bath and tell her stories. Sometimes, she’d hum soothing lullabies and
melodies. They were pleasant memories, ones she wanted to recreate with her
daddy, especially since he loved her and would never leave her.
He filled the tub with warm water and the sweet pea scented bubble bath he
bought her. “May I undress you?” He hesitated.
Belle, still very anxious, only nodded. He very carefully got on his knees and
took the hem of her dress into his hands, pulling it up over her head. She was
still too thin. He went out of his way to feed her high calorie meals in an
effort to make her gain a few pounds (thus, the reason for the cupcake) but her
metabolism was not having it. Her ribcage was visible as well as her protruding
hip bones. His calloused hands traced her soft curves until they met at her
back, ready to unclasp her bra. He looked at her for assurance and she nodded. 
Belle was a flat-chested girl, her breasts were mere beestings, so she was
insecure with her slender figure.
“Don’t cover yourself, Baby. You’re beautiful.” He said softly, pressing light
kisses to her tummy and the valley of her breasts. Her breathing hitch beneath
his lips while he did so. He almost took one of her rose pink nipples in his
mouth but decided against it. He couldn’t get carried away. He then had to put
a lot of effort into containing his excitement when his fingers hooked into the
waistband of her underwear. He pulled them down as though unveiling a sacred
attraction. It was his first time seeing his little girl entirely naked, a
moment he’d dreamed about too many times before. Gazing up at her, blatantly
worshipping her little body, his eyes fixated on the smallest thatch of curls
covering her mound. He subtly inhaled her aromatic scent and had half a mind to
pull her onto the floor and devour her.
“My Belle,” Daddy whispered affectionately while running his hands up her
smooth legs and fondled her ass. “My angel. So beautiful. So perfect.”
She giggled when he grazed over a sensitive spot behind her knee. “Daddy… The
bath.” She reminded him with a blushing smile.
He shook his head and came back into the real world, ignoring what her body was
doing to his anatomy. “Right, step in my love.”
Bathing was everything she wanted it to be. He told her stories of when he was
a boy back in Scotland while he rubbed her back and shoulders. He laughed when
she put bubbles on his cheek, wetting the ends of his hair in the process, and
she rewarded him with a quick kiss. Using a washcloth, he scrubbed all over her
wet, naked body, kneading her flesh and releasing any tension she had in her
muscles. She sighed when he went over her hardened nipples and continued to
venture lower until he hit her lower abdomen. “May I touch you there?” He
breathed into her ear.
She nodded and bit her lip in anticipation, now knowing what she was capable of
feeling down there. He teasingly brushed her curls and gently rubbed the
washcloth against her. She made a small whimpering sound from the back of her
throat. He kept at it and when her moans got louder, the washcloth was soon
forgotten and he was rubbing her clit with his deft fingers. This pleasure was
different than before. It was more direct,more intense. He alternated between
stroking upward and downward and rubbing her little bud in circles. Pretty
soon, she was panting and with another few skillful moves, she broke with a
small squeal. The water swished and swayed as she squirmed in the tub.
“That’s it, Baby, let it wash over you… Good girl.” He encouraged while she
came down from her second orgasm. Her daddy was erect again but it didn’t
matter. He’d take care of it later.
Belle waited for her breathing to level before she kissed him again. “That was
even better than before!”
“I’m glad,” he chuckled against her lips. “Now, let’s get you out of this tub
and into bed, little one.”
She stood up a bit unsteadily, her muscles so relaxed from the bath and
orgasms, and took the plush towel he handed her. She bent down for her worn
clothes but he stopped her. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart, I’ll put it in
your basket. You go to your room and finish drying off. I’ll be there in a
sec.”
“Okay.” She complied and stepped into her room.
He took her clothes and put them in her laundry basket, but not before stashing
her underwear into his pocket.
Daddy dressed her in a silk, baby blue night gown. He said it enhanced her
eyes. After towel drying her hair, he put it in a little side braid and tucked
her into bed. “Will you read to me?”
He gazed at her incredulously with an eyebrow raised. “All of the stories I
just told you and you want another one?”
She just smiled and giggled. “Pleeeaase.”
“Alright, just a short one and then it’s straight to sleep, yeah?”
“Yes.” She assured.
He went on to tell her the story of The Princess and the Pea. She clung on to
the plush teddy bear he bought her, which she christened Rumpelstiltskin since
it was the first story he ever read to her and his childhood favorite. He told
her Rumpelstiltskin would keep her company while he was away at work so the
bear practically became her best friend.
“Goodnight, my princess.” He said with a grin after finishing the story. He
kissed her soft lips, savoring the feeling. The smell of the sweet pea
fragrance on her body and hair wafted its way to his nose.
“G’night Daddy.” She murmured and slipped into unconsciousness, looking
impossibly beautiful.
In his bed, he replayed the night in his head. The cupcake, the kissing, the
foreplay, the bath, her body, her moans. He took his hardened cock out and
stroked it, fondling his sensitive balls while reliving every moment. He
brought her smuggled pair of underwear to his nose and inhaled the sweet scent
of her arousal, it filled his head and he moaned pleasurably. With the added
stimuli, he came hard on his stomach and lied in the aftermath of his self-
induced orgasm. He should feel guilt or shame for taking her underwear and
using it for his own fantasies but he was so thoroughly sated, he couldn’t be
bothered by it. He’d worry about whatever guilt remained in the morning.
 
Chapter End Notes
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     no life so please, feel free!) Hope you liked it, guys! (Btw, I know
     this chapter is shorter compared to the previous ones. Do you prefer
     longer chapters?)
***** Pretty When You Cry *****
Chapter Summary
     Someone shows up to Mr. Gold's house and Belle finds out a secret. He
     has a small outburst and Belle gets upset with him.
Chapter Notes
     This isn't a very long chapter but it'll probably lead up to one. I
     was prompted by Moonlight91 for Gold to take Belle to his cabin so
     this is kind of what leads to him taking her there.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Emma Swan was fed up with Maurice French's constant pestering about his
daughter. She ran away but he was convinced she was dead. Emma was no idiot,
she knew the signs of an abusive household when she saw one- an instinct you
pick up when in the foster system. The only reason she looked into the
disappearance was because Belle had no money and she was worried for her. She
was a runaway once- well, a couple of times actually- so she knew how scary it
could be. Maybe if she found her, she could get her into a shelter of sorts.
Emma had asked everyone about Belle and it was the most frustrating thing.
Those that knew Moe had a daughter didn’t know much about her except that she
loved books as much as Moe loved to beat on her. For being such a nosey small
town, people sure didn’t care for what she did. She went unnoticed and Emma
felt sorry for her. But if she did run away and knew what she was doing,
perhaps it was better for her.
When she canvassed the area, she learned from Michael Tillman's daughter that
she saw Belle go into Mr. Gold’s shop not too long ago. The only reason she
remembered it was because she thought the girl was pretty brave to go in there
alone. Especially since he hated the youths of Storybrooke. It occurred to Emma
that Belle could have asked Mr. Gold for money. It was a long shot, but fuck
it.
She stepped into Mr. Gold’s shop, where he was working on a broken antique
clock. He looked up and greeted her disinterestedly while she took out a
picture of Belle and placed it on the counter. He raised an eyebrow in
confusion.
“I heard she’s visited your shop a few times. I was wondering if you knew
anything about her, perhaps where she went?” She asked as carefully as she
could. She wasn’t exactly afraid of Mr. Gold, just afraid of what could happen
if she pissed him off.
He narrowed his eyes. “Ms. Swan if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were
accusing me of kidnapping Ms. French.”
“Of course not.” Emma emphasized. “But it’s my job to look into these things
and I’m desperate for information. You have money so I thought maybe she took
out a loan or made a deal so she could run away and-“
“Let me stop you right there Ms. Swan.” He held up a hand and pushed the
picture back towards her. “I don’t make deals with anyone under 21. The only
reason Ms. French would stop by on occasion was to drop off the rent her father
would forget to mail, nothing else.”
Emma sighed. “So she never talked to you? Never mentioned leaving?”
“Like any other sensible teenager, she feared me,” he lied, “Our conversations
were strictly limited to the rent.”
The sheriff nodded in resignation. “Alright, I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Gold.
I’ll just be on my way.”
“Ms. Swan,” he called out to her while she reached for the doorknob, “I may not
have known her much, but she seemed like a sweet girl. I do, however, know Moe
French… If you do find her, you wouldn’t be doing her a kindness by bringing
her back.”
Emma nodded, understanding that he knew the type of man Moe was, and left.
Well, that was it. Belle ran away and anything outside of Storybrooke was out
of her jurisdiction. Even Mr. Gold, the most reclusive and feared man in
Storybrooke, knew that Belle was better off.
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Belle was curled up on the couch beside Wolfgang as they watched The Sound of
Music, with her hand idly stroking his chest while she admired Julie Andrews.
He started letting her watch television before and after dinner. But since it
was the weekend, they were watching a movie after lunch. He let Belle pick her
outfit that morning: an oversized, burgundy sweater, black lace shorts, and
black thigh high socks that made it difficult for him to breathe. He’d have to
buy her more of those. As she sat there with her hand on his chest, his were
itching to run up and down her thighs. He was caught up in fantasies of him
kneeling in front of her with those legs over her his shoulders and clenching
around his head while he ate her out.. Or they could be wrapped around his
waist while he thrust into her.. Or they could be on either side of his hips
while she rode him. Either way, seeing her in those damn thigh highs did things
to him.
He impulsively cupped her jaw and turned her head to face him. Belle smiled and
he could see excitement in her eyes. “Kiss me.” He requested softly and she
eagerly complied. He relaxed into the sofa and let her take the lead. She
pressed herself against him and he felt her body heat and her breasts through
his dark blue dress shirt. Her hands continued to wander his chest and explore
his torso while her tongue teased his. Her fingertips brushed against his
nipple and he moaned at the sensation. He was beginning to feel very excited,
especially when he felt her palm sliding lower and lower to touch where he was
stiffening. She was at his belt when they both heard a car door slam.
Belle pulled away with a gasp and her panicked eyes looked into his. She got
off the couch and he stood up to check through the curtains. He saw Sheriff
Swan’s horrendous yellow bug and his heart stopped in dread.
“Belle, go to your room.” He instructed but she hesitated. “Now. And you’re not
to come out until I go get you, okay?”
His voice was stern and she’d never heard him use it before. She went upstairs
but she didn’t go to her room. No one had ever visited them before and Belle
was curious to know who the person was and what they wanted.
After a hard knock, he waited a few seconds to open the door.
“Hey, Mr. Gold.” Emma greeted a bit nervously. This was his property and she
imagined he wouldn’t be thrilled with her presence.
“Sheriff Swan, what are you doing here?” He glared at her.
Emma sensed his annoyance at being disturbed. “Yeah, look I’m sorry to bother
you about this again, but it’s been almost two months since the last time I
questioned you and new information has been presented.”
“And what information could possibly lead you here?”
“A witness described someone matching Belle’s description going into the woods.
It’s a long shot but since you’re the only house for miles I was wondering if
maybe you’ve seen or found anything that points to anyone staying in the woods
or passing by?” She asked, sounding defeated because she knew the answer.
“I’m sorry, I can’t say that I have.” He replied sincerely.
She took a deep breath. “Damn it, that fucking money... I hate people.” She
whispered so softly, Belle struggled to hear it.
“What?” He was confused.
Emma looked up at him as though she hadn’t expected him to hear her. She shook
her head. “Nothing, it’s just, I’ve spent these past few months searching with
no results. I just wish I knew where Belle ran off to and if she was alright.
Moe keeps bugging me but this was the last clue I had… The case is cold, I
guess.”
Mr. Gold stared at Emma quizzically and she realized she was venting to the one
man who could care less about her problems.
“Anyway, thanks for your help, Mr. Gold. I’m sorry to bother you about this
again.”
“No problem, Sheriff. You’re just doing your job.”
“Yeah,” Emma almost smiled appreciatively. The people of Storybrooke didn’t
even know the girl but now that she was gone, everyone wanted to know where she
was and they kept expecting Emma to work miracles. At home, Belle had little to
no internet access, no friends- except for books- and no connections. There was
only so much Emma could do with what she had and yet people treated her like
she was supposed to be some sort of savior, someone who magically made their
problems go away. At least Mr. Gold acknowledged that she was just a person
doing her job the best she could.
When Mr. Gold shut the door, he sighed in relief and rested his forehead
against the wood. No one suspected him. No one was going to try to take his
Belle away.
“You lied to me?” He heard Belle’s small voice and whipped around to find her
at the top of the stairs, her eyes wide and watery.
“Belle, I told you to go to your room.” He used his stern voice again but Belle
didn’t listen.
“Daddy, why did you lie? Why did you say no one was looking for me?” He heard
the hurt and confusion in her voice. Belle was just hoping there was a good
explanation as to why he would keep this from her, why he would lie.
He ignored her questions and decided to deflect them. “You disobeyed me-“
“You made me believe that no one cares about me!” She defended.
“Because nobody cares about you, Belle!!” He shouted, his words silencing Belle
and hitting her like a bullet. “Icare about you! Not them! I love you and they
don’t even know you.”
A tear she failed to blink away fell down her right cheek. That couldn’t be
true, she heard Emma. “My father he-“
“He wants you dead, Belle! He wants the sheriff to find your body so that he
can have proof for the fucking life insurance money! That’s why he’s bugging
her! I looked into it!”
Wolfgang’s chest heaved as he caught his breath. He watched her bottom lip
tremble, hers eyes widen in pain, and tears fall down her face and he wanted to
take it back, to take it all back. “Belle, I-“ He attempted to apologize.
She ran away, sobbing, to her room. He heard the door slam and a subsequent
click and went upstairs as fast as he could.
“Belle!” he tried to open her door but she locked it. “Belle, open this door
now.”
No answer.
“You’re not being a very good girl right now.” He stated, hoping that would
make her listen.
Still no answer. He banged on the door.
“Belle! Open this door or I will get the damn keys!!”
He heard a sob right behind the door, she was practically hyperventilating.
“You lied to me!” She repeated.
He did but he only did it to protect her, to protect them! He didn’t lie to
hurt her. His voice softened as he understood she was feeling betrayed. “I
know, sweetheart, and I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, Belle. I truly
am.”
He let her sob some more. He figured she should get some of it out of her
system. What he wouldn’t give to be back on the couch kissing her and maybe
more. Instead, he managed to hurt her, again.
“Why doesn’t anyone care about me?” She asked, in a softer but no less painful
voice.
That sent a pang straight through his heart. “Baby, I didn’t mean that, I
swear. I was mad and scared. I didn’t expect you to find out.”
Silence ensued. “My love, will you please unlock the door?”
She hesitated to answer. “I want to be alone…”
“Belle.” He said her name in a plea.
“Please.” Her voice was so small and broken.
He swallowed hard. How was he supposed to leave his little girl feeling like
that? “Okay, but I need you to know that people do care about you. Not just me…
Ruby Lucas from the diner, she offered a cash reward for anyone who had
information that could lead to your whereabouts and she even helped Emma search
the streets. And Mary Margaret, your guidance counselor, she put up missing
poster signs. Hell, even the sheriff cares about you. She’s been using her
spare time to find you… The reason I didn’t tell you was because I thought if
you knew that people were looking for you, you’d want to leave me. I was scared
and I’m a coward, Belle. But I need you... I love you. Please know that I love
you, Belle.”
He sadly limped away into his room to think of what he did and how he was going
to fix it.
Belle was crying on her bed, clutching Rumpelstiltskin. Her father wanted her
dead. People had searched for her and her Daddy lied about it. He made her
believe that no one cared about her, and he told her no one cared… He could be
lying about Ruby and Mary Margaret to appease her. But Ruby was always nice to
her and her guidance counselor always encouraged her reading. So it could
possibly be the truth.
She just wished he’d trust her. Things would be so much better if he trusted
her.
                                     XXXX
It was dinner time. Belle had yet to come out of her room. She wasn’t likely to
come down for dinner and he wasn’t going to let her starve. It was a struggle
taking her food up to her but he was able to do it with his cane under his
shoulder.
“Belle, my love, I brought your dinner.” He called out with no reply. “I made
your favorite, a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup… And cookies.”
Silence.
“Sweetheart, will you at least knock once or something.”
There was hesitation but he eventually heard a light tap on the other side of
the wall. “Thank you… Will you let me bring your food in?”
She knocked once. “Is that a yes or a no?”
“No.” She replied softly.
He sighed. “Very well, then. What if I leave it out by the door?”
Belle paused as she considered his proposition. “Do you promise not to come
in?”
Well shit. Now what? He had to agree. He just needed to make sure she ate and
that she was okay. “I promise.”
“Okay then.”
With some difficulty, he managed to set the tray of food down and walked to the
end of the hallway. Belle opened the door slightly when she heard the tapping
of his cane stop. He watched her little hand poke out and reach for the tray
and smiled when he heard a small grunt as she struggled to slide the heavy tray
inside. How in the hell could he hurt someone as adorable and beautiful as she?
Belle stared at the tray and couldn’t help but feel less mad when she saw the
red rose on the silver tray. He did care about her, that wasn’t debatable. But
his little outburst hurt her. He shouldn’t have let her believe that no one
cared for her and he shouldn’t have shouted it either. He definitely shouldn’t
have shouted his knowledge about her father.
She didn’t know he had a policy on her. But she knew how much the insurance
money would mean to him. Belle remembered how he was so mad when her mother
committed suicide and the insurer wouldn’t give them the money. But it wasn’t
her mother’s fault she was depressed. Her father was the one who neglected her,
who always had something negative to say about her, whether it be her cooking
or cleaning skills. Belle should have recognized the signs that something was
wrong. Her mother ate less and slept more. Belle was the one who discovered
her. At a mere 6 years of age, Belle walked in on her mother sleeping so still
and peacefully, for the first time in ages. She didn’t notice the pill bottle
wrapped in her mother’s hand and she still felt very warm. So when she called
out for her and she didn’t respond, Belle just assumed she was having a really
good nap and thought she’d join her. Belle was curled up beside her mother for
two hours when she woke up from her nap. Her mother hadn’t moved and she looked
so pale and cold, much different than before. But Belle never left her side,
her mother would be waking up soon to give her a bath. Then her father walked
in and yelled at her to leave the room while he cried and called the police.
Moe French blamed Belle. She should have told him right away that her mother
wasn’t responsive and maybe he could have called for help sooner and saved her.
But she didn’t know! Mama looked happy in her sleep and she didn’t want to ruin
it because Mama never looked happy! And then all of Moe’s grief meant nothing
when he didn’t get the insurance money. He was broke and stuck with a six year
old.
As Belle finished her cookies, she held the rose in her hand. Even if what
Daddy said was true, that people did care about her, she was still alone. They
cared enough about her to want to know where she was but they didn’t care
enough to give her what her Daddy has given her- comfort and stability. At
least with him, she wasn’t always alone. He paid attention to her. His whole
life was now centered on her. She was loved by him. That’s what mattered.
He knocked on her door an hour later. “Belle, will you let me in?”
She made him wait a moment before she opened the door. His face lit up and he
leaned on his cane heavily. He saw her eyes were still a bit puffy and red.
“Hey.” He greeted awkwardly.
“Hi.”
Wolfgang stepped inside cautiously. Their gazes were fixed on each other,
trying to study one another’s emotions. “Belle, I am so terribly sorry for
saying those things and for getting so mad. And I apologize for lying to you.
But please, understand that I am so scared of losing you-“
“I know,” she interrupted, “and it’s okay.”
He stood still in surprise, trying to see if he heard right. “What?”
“It’s okay. You said you didn’t mean it and I know you’re sorry.” She sat on
the bed and he followed.
That was it? He had all but groveled earlier and he thought he’d have to beg
some more.
“Did Ruby and Mary Margaret really do those things?” She asked, wanting the
real truth. “Don’t lie.”
“Yes, they did, sweetheart.” He admitted truthfully.
Her lips quirked into a small smile. She wasn’t entirely insignificant after
all. There were people who at least thought about her and wanted to know if she
was safe. That was enough for her. “Okay, thank you.”
It was almost unbelievable how quickly she was over it. A couple of hours ago,
she was sobbing and angry with him and now he was forgiven. “So, are we good?”
He hesitated.
“Yeah, we’re good.” She grabbed his hand and held it in hers and he was so
relieved that she was touching him. “Daddy, I know you’re scared, but you don’t
have to be afraid of me wanting to be with anyone else. I won’t leave.”
He wished he could believe that. But his mother left, his father left, Milah
left… What’s to stop Belle from leaving?
“Belle-“
“You have to trust me, Daddy. Trust me the way I trust you. That’s how
relationships work.” She explained despite not knowing much about
relationships. She only read enough about them to know that trust was crucial.
“I know, Baby Girl, you’re right.”
“I think I have a solution,” she announced, gripping his hand tighter. She was
nervous. She had been thinking of it for some time but didn’t know when or how
to tell him. Now seemed as good a time as any. He remained quiet so she could
continue. “I think I should go into town and tell people I’m safe.”
His brows furrowed, his shoulders tensed, and he pulled his hand away. “What?”
He asked alertly.
“Just hear me out, please. I could go into town and tell people that I’m okay
and living with you. I’m eighteen, they can’t do anything about it!” Belle
explained, as though it were so simple.
He shook his head. “No no no, Belle. It’s not that simple. I’ve already lied to
the sheriff, twice. I could get in trouble if they know I’ve had you here this
whole time.”
She bit her lip in thought, trying to think of a solution quickly. “Okay, well,
what if I say I ran away but decided to come back and you’re offering a place
for me to stay?”
Admittedly, it was a better idea than the last but no, it still wouldn’t work.
“Baby, they all fear me. They would watch me burn at the stake before they let
me take in a beautiful girl like you. And they would never accept us”
She put her head down and murmured. “Maybe they would…”
Wolfgang put his hand on her shoulder. “No, my love, they wouldn’t. I’m a
monster. They would keep us apart and I can’t let that happen.”
“You just don’t trust me…” He could hear the knot in her throat.
“No, Belle, it’s them I don’t trust. They’ve never seen the good in me but you
have! You know I love you and I would do anything for you, but I won’t risk
losing you. You mean too much to me.”
Belle nodded and bit her lip to keep it from trembling. Her eyes were watering
very quickly until a tear fell down her cheek. “Don’t cry, sweetheart.” He
pulled her into a hug and she fell into the gesture very easily. “I know it’s
hard.”
“Sometimes, I feel so alone. And I know you do your best to be here and give me
everything I need but I want to leave the house and go on walks! I want to be
able to go to the diner and your shop! I want to be with you!” She cried into
his shoulder and he felt terrible. He wished he could be a good person, be
strong enough to let her go. She deserved more, deserved better.
“I know, I want that too but it’s too risky. The love I have for you would be
forbidden by everyone else.” He rubbed her back to soothe her.
She raised her head off of his shoulder and sniffled. “Forbidden? Like- like
Romeo and Juliet?” It was her favorite Shakespeare play.
He stroked her hair affectionately. “Exactly, my love. They would do anything
to keep you from me. You don’t want that, do you?”
Belle wiped her eyes. “No. I don’t want that.”
“Good…” He looked at Belle thoughtfully. “Now, I still have to forgive myself
for saying what I said and for yelling so I want to make it up to you with
something I think would make us both happy. I was going to suggest this later
on, maybe for your birthday, but I think you need this.”
She perked up but remained skeptic. “What is it?”
He was nervous. It wasn’t as though he was going to propose but it was a big
step for them. And Belle needed this. He couldn’t have her pull away from him
and drive her to leave. He had to do this for her.
“As you know, I own many properties and one of those happens to be a cabin, a
few towns over. I want to take you there.” He watched her face brighten as he
told her. “It’s isolated and in the woods so I know it doesn’t sound like much
of a change from here. BUT the town is only a few miles away and there’s some
restaurants, a movie theater, all kinds of lovely shops, and I want to take you
to all of them next weekend.”
“R-really?” Her voice shook but he knew she was happy.
He grinned and took her hand. “Yes. I want to make my little girl happy and I
think a little time away from here would be great for us.”
She was about to let herself get excited but a question came to mind. “Aren’t
you worried about anyone from here seeing me or recognizing me?”
With a smirk, he said, “Sweetheart, no one from here could afford to go there.
Trust me, we’ll be fine.”
“So this is really going to happen?” Belle asked. Her heart raced and she was
almost shaking in excitement.
“Of course, I wouldn’t mention it if it wasn’t.”
With the smile she flashed him, you wouldn’t know she was crying just minutes
before. She was going to get out of the house! They were going somewhere they
could be together without worrying! She pulled him into a bone crushing hug.
“Thank you! I’m so excited, it’s going to be so much fun!”
And just like that, Belle was happy, his outburst forgotten, for now. He was
trying and succeeding in keeping her happy and that’s what he needed. All was
forgotten when she kissed him and they picked up where they left off earlier.
He watched her sleep later that night, so relieved that he hadn’t completely
fucked up. He had no idea what came over him when he yelled at her but it would
not happen again. It was his silent promise to her that he would never once
more be the cause of her pain.
 
Chapter End Notes
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***** A Pleasant Delay *****
Chapter Summary
     Belle gets curious with Daddy's anatomy and learns a little about his
     past. He makes an accidental oversight about heading to the cabin and
     Belle is not pleased, although he does make it up to her. (Basically
     masturbation and oral sex so beware guys)
Chapter Notes
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     me and I have like ten different fics I'm working on. (One of them is
     a slightly deranged Barnelle fic so be on the lookout for that if
     you're interested!)
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Belle was ecstatic and excited and just absolutely thrilled for their trip. It
was only Tuesday and he said they were leaving Friday night but Belle was
already packing. She was trying to decide whether she should take her white
shorts or her blue ones when he walked in.
Her face lit up and she almost squealed, “Daddy! You’re here!”
He let out an oofwhen she ambushed him with a hug. “Yeah, little one, I brought
pizza for dinner,” he chuckled, “what are you doing?” He gestured to her pile
of clothes.
“Oh, I’m packing!” Belle knelt down and sorted through her clothes, placing
what she was going to take into her suitcase and leaving out what she wasn’t.
“Sweetheart, we don’t leave for another three days.”
She giggled, “I know but I’m so excited! I thought I’d pack all of my outfits
now. Oh! Tell me, the blue shorts or the white ones?”
“The blue ones.” He decided since they were shorter and more snug.
She put them in her suitcase and proceeded to put her undergarments in. When
she finished, she had trouble closing her suitcase, the zipper kept getting
stuck. Even when she put her whole weight on it, it still wouldn’t budge.
Wolfgang observed her in amusement; Belle kept trying, unwilling to give up,
until he finally intervened. He placed a hand on the suitcase, applied some
weight, and zipped it easily.
With wide eyes, she asked incredulously, “How did you do that?”
“Magic,” he replied with a smug smile.
Belle chuckled and took his hand, feeling his rough calloused fingers, “Magic
comes with a price.”
“Aye, it does. Do you want to know what yours is?”
“What?”
He pulled her close and she inhaled sharply. The butterflies in her tummy
fluttered. “A kiss.”
Belle grinned wide and licked her lips before giving him a lingering peck on
the lips. She broke away and he mindlessly followed, not yet ready to give up
her kiss. “Wh- what? That’s it?”
She shrugged and this time it was she wore a smug smile. “You said a kiss, I
gave you a kiss. Besides, we’re having pizza tonight. You’re not going to let
me starve for a kiss, are you?”
“No, my love, I suppose not.”
Pineapple pizza was her favorite. Back with her father, it was a luxury they
only had when he scored at a poker game, which was hardly ever. Now, all she
had to do was ask for it, or sometimes he’d surprise her like tonight. Belle
was happy with her eventful day. They had breakfast in the backyard where the
garden bloomed beautifully, she finished the romantic novel she’d been reading
the past three days while he was at work, she was all packed and ready to go
for her trip to the cabin, and now her tummy was full of her favorite pizza.
It was almost bedtime. He was sitting against the headboard of the bed,
admiring her while she dressed in silk red shorts and a white tank top to sleep
in. Belle was considerably less shy about her body since he started bathing
her. Usually, she would grab a book for him to read to her but she decided to
forgo that tonight. Instead, she crawled onto the bed and stopped when she was
straddled just below his knees. “Daddy, what happened to your leg? Why do you
walk with a cane?”
He figured she was bound to ask that sooner or later. At first she had been too
shy and a little scared to ask since he was so private about his past. But
since they were so intimate now, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. He exhaled
loudly as Belle’s fingers lightly grazed over his knee. “My knee was
shattered.”
“How?”
There was a pause as he studied her. Her blue eyes shined with genuine
sincerity and curiosity and he was reminded of what she said about trust. He
has to trust her enough to be honest with her because that’s how real
relationships work.
“It’s a long story, are you sure you want to hear it?”
She nodded in response, ready to hear a part of his life story. He took the
hand that wasn’t touching him to keep her close.
“I was married once,” he mentioned, much to Belle’s surprise but she didn’t say
anything so he continued. “A long time ago. Her name was Milah. We had a
complicated marriage and in the end, I wasn’t enough for her. I couldn’t give
her what she wanted so she left. But before that, we were in an accident. It
was snowing and the oncoming car slipped on ice and lost control. I shattered
my knee and it never healed properly. I think me being handicapped was the last
straw for her.”
Belle’s gaze was filled with sympathy and understanding. There were a few
details he left out for his own sake. Like how the only reason they were on the
road was because they were leaving a fertility clinic after Milah found out,
yet again, that she wasn’t pregnant. It was his fault, they concluded. He had
low sperm motility and so for the two and a half years they had been trying and
failing, it was his fault. That’s the real reason she left. He couldn’t give
her the child she wanted, the one he only wanted because they both hoped it
would save their marriage and he wouldn’t have to be alone. But him becoming
partially disabled was the catalyst that drove her away. He was of no use to
her any longer. Not even his money could make her stay.
That’s why he didn’t tell Belle. In the end, there was no future with him. All
he could give her was his love and all that he had and hope it would be enough
to satisfy her, to make her love him back and make her want to stay. And if it
wasn’t enough for her, if later on she wanted a family he couldn’t give her, it
would break his heart and hers. Telling her about his reproductive abnormality
was something he couldn’t do.
Belle squeezed his hand before speaking. “I’m so sorry you got hurt,” she said
compassionately and brought his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles
affectionately, “But I’m also glad it happened.”
He was stunned for a moment and a bit confused. It wasn’t like Belle to wish
harm on anyone or anything.
However, Belle, as compassionate as she was, felt a little bitter towards this
ex-wife of his. She never deserved him if a simple cane could throw her off.
She explained herself before he could say anything. “Because if that hadn’t
happened, you wouldn’t have me… And I wouldn’t have you.”
The confused look on his face fell and turned into one of endearment. Milah
probably would have left anyway, disability or not, but still it warmed his
heart to hear Belle admit that. “Oh, Belle,” was all he could manage before
pulling her into his lap and giving her a long kiss that made her dizzy.
“Can I see it?” she whispered on his lips.
“See what?”
“Your knee.”
He tensed. It wasn’t enough that he was old and ugly, he just had to have a
hideously scarred knee to solidify how unattractive he was. “It’s very ugly
Belle. I don’t think you should.”
Belle maneuvered herself back down to where she was perched before and placed
her hand on his knee. “Please, I want to see you.”
No excuses he could have conjured would be good enough to deny those pleading
azure eyes. All he could manage was a nod, he was too afraid to speak. Belle
lifted up his right pant leg until she carefully revealed his knee. It looked
like multiple scars that met in the middle, like a Y, starting from the tender
inner part of his knee and just above his knee cap, coming together in the
center and ending a couple of inches below his knee. Belle stared in
fascination, not disgust, and she traced the scar with her finger before
lightly massaging it.
“Does this hurt?” she asked softly.
“No,” he sighed and leaned his head against the headboard. “That actually feels
quite good.”
No one but himself and long forgotten physical therapists had ever touched his
scar. He hummed in satisfaction at her soothing touch.
“When does it hurt?”
“It really isn’t as painful as it looks. The only time it ever really hurts is
when it gets too cold or I put too much strain on it. Sometimes too much
exercise or not enough can make it feel uncomfortable.”
After his knee was thoroughly massaged and relieved of the day’s tension, Belle
pulled the fabric back down. Only she didn’t stop massaging. Her hands
continued to rub his knee and slowly inched upwards. Then both hands were on
each leg, kneading the flesh over his pants. It felt good and it wasn’t until
she was rubbing her hands on the upper-inner sides of his thighs and his
anatomy was reacting that his eyes shot open. “Belle, what are you doing?”
She blushed a little at being caught, even though she knew it was inevitable.
“I- I want to touch you there. I want to see you and touch you.”
Oh god, this was unreal. She had seen and accepted the ugliest part of his body
and now she wanted to touch him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Belle to see.
She’s never had direct contact with his penis, only through the fabric of his
trousers, never bare.
“Sweetheart, I’m not sure about that,” he was about to improvise a reason as to
why he shouldn’t expose himself to her when she cut in.
“Why?” her hands resumed their touching upwards. “Don’t you want to?”
It was getting harder to breathe as he could feel his arousal start to build.
“Yeah, but-“
“You’ve seen me,” she justified, “all of me… Please, Daddy..”
Well, he was screwed. Not only did she have justification but she added a
please, Daddy-the two most effective words to bend him to her will. He’d chop
his own head off if she said please, Daddy. As he tried very hard to find an
excuse that warranted denying her plea,Belle’s fingertips grazed over the bulge
that was quickly forming.
“Okay,” he rasped out before he could think with his brain. “But let’s get
comfortable first.”
Belle got off of him for a moment while he undid the first few buttons of his
shirt so he didn’t feel so constricted. His jacket, tie, and cufflinks were off
a long time ago so there wasn’t much else he could do to distract and comfort
himself except to lie down and let Belle set the pace.
She placed her knees on either side of his hips before leaning down and kissing
him, her tongue stroking his and easing his hesitation. Her hand palmed the
bulge that was becoming more strained and irritating. He moaned into her mouth
and she drew back with a smile. First, she had to rid of his belt, working it
through the loops until she gently placed the leather on top of the trunk at
the foot of the bed. Then she had to unbutton and unzip his trousers. Belle
wanted to take her time and be slow, taking it layer by layer. She dragged down
the cool metal of his fly and let the sound of it unzipping fill the room.
Carefully, she pulled down his trousers, with his assistance, until he was able
to kick them off.
He was clad in only his shirt and boxers. His erection was free from the
confines of his pants, now tenting his boxers. This was it, the last layer
before he was finally bared to her. She breathed in a breath of anticipation.
Belle was finally going to be able to really explore her Daddy’s anatomy, like
he did with her, after weeks of curiosity. She pushed his shirt up a bit,
revealing a trail of dark, sparse hair that continued into his underwear and
she ran her fingers over the exposed skin and hair. The muscles in his tummy
jumped at her touch. She hooked her fingers into the band and slowly pulled the
dark blue silk down his legs.
His cock sprung free and he hissed as it hit the cool air. He studied Belle’s
reaction, searching for any sign of hesitance or disgust. But her reaction was
quite the opposite. She marveled at it. It stood out beneath a patch of dark
curls where the trail of hair continued and seemed to gather. The hair was soft
when she felt it beneath her fingers. She grasped his penis in her hand gently
and felt it twitch. She tugged lightly and it grew bigger in her hand. Daddy
bit his lip to keep from crying out. Then she pulled back the foreskin,
exposing the sensitive head.
“Am I doing a good job?” She asked.
“Yes, very good.” He sighed and placed his hand over hers and guided her
strokes. “Like that, sweetheart.”
He grew completely hard in her grip, his cock stretching to its full length
quickly. She experimentally tightened her hand and tugged. He moaned loudly and
bucked his hips.
“So this goes inside of me?”
Fucking hell.He couldn’t even think about being inside of her, how tight she’d
feel and how lovely she’d sound. “Yes, it can.”
She looked at him thoughtfully, her head tilting slightly to the right. “But
how can it fit?” she wondered.
He groaned. “Trust me, baby, your- your body is resilient.”
She sped up her strokes and gently fondled his balls, as the boys at school had
called it. He threw his head back against the pillows and cried out pleasurably
so she kept doing it. Fluid started seeping through the flushed tip and she
wiped it with her thumb, adding lubrication to her movements. “What’s that?”
“That’s, uh, that’s precum.” He tried to explain through his clenched jaw.
Her eyes lit up in understanding. “Oh, like when we’re kissing or touching and
I get wet?”
Fuck…He shut his eyes and tried to contain himself as he nodded furiously and
thrusted into her hand. He used his hand to guide her once more, making her go
faster and in twisting motions. Once she got the hang of it, it wasn’t
difficult to have him close to the edge. Belle gripped and stroked and had him
panting for breath. “Sweetheart, you’re gonna have to stop!” He warned. “I’m
close!”
“Good, I want to see you cum, Daddy!” She encouraged.
“Oh fuck.” He gasped.
Belle massaged his balls and applied the perfect pressure while jacking him off
and he was erupting before he knew what hit him. He grunted and his hips
involuntarily jerked. Thick ropes of cum shot out and landed on his stomach and
a little on his shirt, some even dripped down Belle’s little hand. She slowed
her movements as he came down from his orgasm and began to grow limp in her
hand.
He took deep breaths and watched Belle observe the aftermath through hooded
eyes. The cum on her hand looked like a milky white, sugary glaze that went on
pastries. She brought the hand to her mouth and licked it, while Daddy almost
whimpered. It wasn’t sugary at all but it didn’t taste bad. She licked the rest
of it from her hand and saw how adoringly Daddy looked at her. So she bent her
head down and eagerly lapped at the cum on his stomach and on his shirt.
“Belle!” He cried out in surprise and moaned. She merely nuzzled her face into
his tummy and continued until she cleaned it all up. Then she crawled her way
back up to him.
“That was fun.” She smiled down at him. “Thank you for showing me Daddy.” She
added sincerely.
He attacked her lips in response, beyond proud that it was his taste on his
little girl’s mouth. “Belle,” he whispered with such reverence it made her
heart dance, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She whispered back.
Everything stopped for him. Time stood still and so did his heart as he scanned
her eyes for any sort of deception. Belle had been with him for months and had
yet to say those words. And now that she had, he had to wonder if it was true
and that she wasn’t simply trying to appease him. “Do you- do you really?”
Belle’s grinned shyly, biting her lip. “Mmhmm… I love you, Daddy.”
She really did. She loved him. It was hard to discern at first but the way she
felt lighter and happier every moment she spent with him told her enough. Belle
was no longer afraid to admit that what she was feeling was real love. She
would never leave him like this Milah did. She loved every single part of him
and she wouldn’t trade him for the world.
He could cry with happiness! Belle finally admitted her love for him. Every
single day since she’s been here, he’s told her at least once that he loved her
and she never said it back, only responding with kisses or smiles, sometimes
both. Even though that was enough for him, he couldn’t help feeling inadequate
for every time she never said it back. He was so scared that she would never be
able to love him because of all that he did to her. But here she was, the most
perfect little angel, proclaiming her love after making him cum and enjoying
it. His life was completely perfect now.
Belle slowly leaned in and kissed him so softly and tenderly. “Will you stay
the night with me?” She asked after coming up for air.
“Yes, of course I’ll stay, Baby.”
She rested her head on his shoulder and fell asleep soon after. And as he was
surrounded by all he could ever want, he still couldn’t believe how great his
life was.
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It was here! Friday was here and Belle was all set for the trip. She dressed in
her pale pink skirt and fitted white lace shirt with sleeves that ended just
below her elbow. She paired it with white thigh high socks that had little pink
satin bows on the top. Her hair was down and combed to frame her face. She
wanted to look perfect on her first night at the cabin and more importantly for
Daddy because the happier he was with her, the more likely he’d be to take her
back. For an extra touch, she applied vanilla flavored lip gloss. Now, she just
had to wait for Daddy to get home, they’d eat some dinner, and then be on their
way to the cabin.
Meanwhile, Wolfgang was cursing himself for forgetting that the Miner’s Day
Festival was tonight. The streets would be packed with people partying and
enjoying the festivities, thus increasing the chances of patrol cars and anyone
seeing Belle. They couldn’t risk leaving tonight.
The first thing he did when he got home was head to Belle’s room. She beamed
and slid off the bed.
“Daddy, look! I’m all ready for our trip!” Her suitcase was upright and ready
to go. She looked so gorgeous in her outfit and she even did a twirl for him in
her enthusiastic state. She was so happy and fired up about leaving tonight and
knowing how much she was looking forward to it made it that much harder for
what he was about to tell her.
“You look so beautiful, my love.” He stated breathlessly.
Belle missed the sad note in his voice. “Thank you! I hope I packed enough
clothes. I know we’re only going to be gone a few days but there’s so many
choices I didn’t know which ones to make.”
“Belle-“
“I also thought about packing some books because I don’t know if you have some
there or if we would even have time to read.”
“Belle, lis-“
“Maybe I should take some books just in case. Unless, there’s a bookstore
there. Is there a bookstore there?!” She asked in excitement. He could hardly
get a word in to her ramblings.
“Belle, listen to me.” He said with enough conviction that Belle realized she’d
been rambling.
“Sorry, Daddy, I’m just so excited to leave with you!”
“I know, Baby, that’s what I have to talk to you about.” She hadn’t caught on
to his apprehensive demeanor so she was still smiling and her eyes were hopeful
when he spoke. “We can’t leave tonight.”
He watched her face fall from sheer happiness to heartbreaking disappointment
and he felt like the worst person in the world. “What? Why? You said-”
“I know, sweetheart, and it’s all my fault. The Miner’s Day Festival is today
and I forgot about it. There’s going to be too much going on in town so we
can’t leave tonight. I’m sorry.”
Belle sat down on the edge of the bed looking deflated when just fifteen
seconds ago she was the most vibrant he’d ever seen  her.
“So we’re not going?” She lowered her head and let her hair obstruct his view
of her sad, beautiful face.
He bent down next to her so he could get a better look at her. “Yes, we are
going,” he assured, “we simply won’t be leaving tonight. We’ll have to leave
first thing in the morning.”
She lifted her head and he saw that her eyes had started to water. “You
promise?”
“Cross my heart.” He made an imaginary X over his chest.
“Okay.” Belle dabbed at her eyes and took calming breaths.
He smiled at her and brushed her hair out of her face. “You know, there is a
bookstore in the town.”
Her eyes met his and a smile threatened to form on her lips. “R-really?”
“Yeah,” he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss to it, “and to make up for my
careless mistake, I will buy you whichever books you want so you can add them
to your shelves.”
The smile erupted on her face, she couldn’t have helped it if she tried. “You
don’t have to-“
“Yes I do and I want to. I hope you’re not upset with me.” He added.
She shook her head, the smile still on her face, “No, I’m not.”
“Wonderful.” There was something about the angle he was staring at her with. He
was kneeling on his good knee in front of her and she sat on the bed with her
pretty skirt and tantalizing thigh highs right in front of him. The lighting
hit the gloss on her lips just right. “You really do look absolutely stunning.
Can I kiss you?”
In response, she grabbed his tie and pulled him up so he could lie on top of
her. He kissed her until the vanilla flavor was gone from her lips. Her knees
were drawn up on either side of his hips and her skirt rode up. His kisses
moved to her neck, sucking and biting until Belle started making small,
pleasurable noises, giving him a bold idea. “Belle,” he whispered heavily in
her ear, “I want to try something with you.”
“What is it?”
“It’ll feel really good for you. Do you trust me?”
He nibbled on her earlobe and she sighed a high-pitched, “Yes.”
Belle wasn’t sure what he had in mind but she trusted him with all her heart.
He moved down her body, caressing her thighs and dragging her skirt over her
hips. Her white cotton panties were damp and he growled. He rolled them down,
exposing her beautiful mound, and pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs.
Belle still wasn’t sure what he was going to do but the kisses felt nice and he
looked like he was really enjoying himself. He hooked her legs over his
shoulders and gazed at her pussy. He had never seen it this close up before and
he wanted to bury himself into her soft curls, but he needed to be slow for her
and ease her into it. He placed a quick, loving kiss on her hooded clit, making
her gasp and her hips jerk.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” She sounded slightly alarmed.
He looked up at her and rubbed her hip bone assuredly. “You’ll see. Trust me.”
She nodded and watched him go to work. He started with a slow, long lick along
the seam of her wet folds. Her back arched and she muffled a cry by shutting
her mouth. A low grunt came from his throat as he got the first taste of her.
Belle tasted even better than he imagined. She was sweet and musky with a
slight hint of salt. He used small, tentative strokes of his tongue to taste
more of her and discover what she liked.
Belle’s moans were stifled by her lips being clamped shut. “Don’t be afraid to
be loud, my love. Daddy wants to hear you.” He urged.
Belle relaxed her mouth and nodded. He continued eagerly and his little girl
was enjoying it if her trembling legs meant anything. She moaned audibly and
gripped onto the sheets when his tongue grazed over her clit. He did it again
and she thrust into his face.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he crooned, “You’re so beautiful and you taste so
good. Do you like this?”
“Yeah,” she whimpered, “Yeah, Daddy, I like it a lot.”
That’s all he needed to hear. He stopped being delicate and dived right in,
using lips, tongue, and even a little teeth to make her moan. The sensations
were so new to Belle. Daddy had made her feel good plenty of times but this,
this was a whole new level of pleasure. She wasn’t sure who enjoyed it more,
her or Daddy, given the way he was moaning into her and grinding his hips into
the mattress. She couldn’t think clearly. Everything was so intense, every
sense seemed heightened and on edge.
He worked his tongue on her clit like his life depended on it. Belle was
breathing so hard and the poor thing didn’t know what was happening. The
mounting pleasure felt too good and wonderful and she didn’t know how she could
possibly feel any better than this. But then one of her hands stopped gripping
the sheets and merely stroked his hair, she didn’t grab or pull, just an
adoring hand running through his hair and he was lost to the world. His sole
place and purpose in the world at that moment was between Belle’s thighs and
not even a gun to the head could have made him move. He wrapped his mouth
around her little clit and sucked gently, that made her hand pull his hair just
a little and her body squirmed as she let out a sharp cry. Then while he held
her clit between his lips, he used the flat of his clever tongue to lick in
back and forth motions.
Belle screamed, her hips and legs thrashed even as he wrapped his arms around
the back of her thighs to keep her in place so he could lap up her orgasm. She
was so delicious and he had fantasized about it for ages that he couldn’t help
himself. He came in his pants, grunting into her pussy and contributing to the
jolts of pleasure she was feeling. She came so hard and he hadn’t even used his
fingers. Belle for one had no idea just how euphoric an orgasm could be. She
didn’t even realize he stopped; she was practically liquid by the time he made
his way up her body.
“My sweet, beautiful Belle,” he whispered and nuzzled his face into her neck,
“how do you feel?”
“Amazing,” she sighed. Her blue eyes were glazed over and she looked so relaxed
and tranquil.
His chuckle sounded more like a low rumble deep in his chest. Anyone of sound
mind may have said it was the laugh of the devil corrupting an innocent soul.
But Belle felt anything but corrupted. She felt so light and liberated. He
kissed her softly. It was a bit strange, tasting herself on his lips and tongue
but it was so intimate and not unpleasant so she didn’t pay it too much mind.
“You know, this is the best Miner’s Day I’ve ever experienced.” He said
lightheartedly, his lips ghosting hers.
Belle smiled and giggled. “Me too. I’m glad you forgot about it.”
“As am I, my little girl.”
He pressed a kiss to her lips before Belle had a thought. “Oh, would you like
me to-“ she placed her hand at his lower abdomen and looked up at him, waiting
for his response.
“No, Baby, I’m good. Tasting you was all I needed.” He answered with a
lascivious grin.
“Will- will you do it again sometime?” She asked timidly but still feeling the
rush of blood throughout her body.
His eyes shined with adoration and anticipation. He didn’t even miss a beat
when he promised, “Sweetheart, I will gladly do that every day for the rest of
my life if you’ll let me.” He paused at the way she bit her lip and giggled and
raked her nails through his hair. “God, I love you so much, Belle.”
She booped his nose affectionately with a kiss, making him chuckle. “I love you
too, Daddy.”
There was no way he would ever tire of hearing those words out of his Angel’s
mouth. Come tomorrow morning, the cabin would be waiting for them and they
could start the pleasurable weekend he had planned for them.
Chapter End Notes
     Who wants to shoot their ideas for what's going to or what could
     happen at the cabin?? I'm open for suggestions!
     Comment, please! I love hearing from you all (:
***** The Cabin Pt. 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     They finally go to the cabin! Belle has the best time ever and her
     relationship with Wolfgang is taken to the next level.. ;)
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this update took so long but I made the chapter extra long!
     This fic isn't beta'd so I apologize beforehand for any mistakes,
     although I read through it twice, I am only human... sort of.. Enjoy
     the smut!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was 4:30 a.m. He wanted to be on the road by 5. Belle slept so peacefully in
her leggings and white knit sweater, he almost didn’t want to wake her. He
lightly tickled her nose and watched how it crinkled and her face broke out in
a sleepy smile.
“Wake up, my little girl,” he whispered.
She stretched out cat-like and yawned. “Daddy, what time is it?” she asked,
noticing there was no sunlight coming through the window.
“It’s too early for you but we need to go if you want to spend the weekend at
the cabin. Everything we need is already in the car. You just need to get your
pretty little self out of bed and we can get going.”
She sat up and rubbed her eyes of sleep. She felt groggy but she was slowly
becoming more alive at the idea of them finally going to the cabin.
“You can change when we get there, just put your shoes on.” He added.
Belle got out of bed, put her shoes on, and washed her face before she met
Daddy downstairs. She couldn’t understand how he could look so refined in his
suit this early in the morning while she looked so disheveled with her pajamas
still on. But he still smiled and said she was beautiful. He held her hand
tightly as they stepped towards the door. Belle’s heart was thumping loudly in
her ears with each step she took. As soon as they hit the threshold, however,
she stilled.
He felt the exact moment she stiffened and he immediately turned to her. “What
is it, Sweetheart?”
Her throat felt dry but she managed to speak. “This- this is going to be the
first time I leave the house since I first came here.”
That’s when he realized, as excited she was, she was also scared. He’s kept her
so sheltered that the outside world must seem big and scary. “Belle, we don’t
have to do this today.”
“No! I want to,” She assured hurriedly, “it’s just… hold on!”
Belle ran upstairs, to Wolfgang’s confusion, but she sprinted back down
clutching her beloved plush teddy bear. “Belle, why are you taking your
Rumple?” He asked.
“So I can hold on to him in the car. I- I’m a little scared,” she admitted,
“What if we do get seen? And what if they try to take me away from you? I
haven’t really been outside of Storybrooke.”
He was scared too, terrified. Belle couldn’t be constantly kept so confined,
though. He was doing this for her health. “I know it’s scary, but I promise,
nothing is going to happen to you. The cabin is hours away. We’ll be fine, my
love.”
Belle took a deep, calming breath. “Okay, you’re right. I’m just being silly, I
guess.” She chuckled unconvincingly.
He placed his hand on her cheek, stroking it softly. “You’re not being silly.
It’s okay to be scared. But I won’t let anything happen to you.” Smoothing her
hair affectionately and taking a moment to bask in her beauty, he bent his down
to kiss her. Once his tongue met hers, she instantly calmed, sighing when he
pulled away. “Are we ready?”
Belle nodded and took his hand again, “Yeah, ready.”
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She slept through most of the drive. Even when he stopped to put gas, she was
cuddled up in the passenger seat with her bear, sleeping soundly. He woke her
as soon as they were passing by the town. She grumbled a little when he started
to rouse her but as soon as she heard the words almost there, she shot up and
stared out the window.
The main street was similar to that of Storybrooke, but it was also very
different. There were shops lined up and down the street, along with
restaurants and cafés. It was different in that everything looked much more
elegant and pristine. The streets lacked any sort of pollution except for some
fallen leaves that merely made the town look more fall magazine worthy.
Victorian lamp posts were distributed evenly on the sidewalks. The clothing
stores were high fashion, designer boutiques unlike the department store
clothing they had in stores back in Storybrooke. The movie theater was
beautiful. It was small but it looked like it had to be the fanciest movie
theater ever.
“It’s so beautiful.” She said in astonishment.
He took her hand and pressed it to his lips. “I knew you’d love it. Just wait
until you see the cabin.”
They pulled into the driveway and Belle thought he was playing a trick on her.
When he said cabin, she expected something akin to rustic logs stacked
together. Instead, it was a luxury cabin, two stories high and as big as his
home. The cabin had large windows and the exterior was wood and brick. The
surrounding trees were huge and denser than the ones back home.
“Do you like it?” He asked, taking hold of her hand.
She nodded in response because she was speechless.
“Good, because it’s all ours this weekend.”
The sun was just barely rising and when she turned to smile at him, her hair
shined and she glowed so beautifully. Once they got their bags inside, Belle
excitedly explored the house, dragging him into every room even though he knew
that place like the back of his hand. Belle opened the curtains to let light
in.
The cabin was less cluttered with antiques. The kitchen was huge and spacious,
so was the dining room. He gave his newly hired assistant, Dove- the man had
called himself- a list of instructions including things he wanted the cabin
stocked with so the fridge was full of food and the cabin had everything they
could possibly need. They went into the study where there were books lined on
shelves. The shelves were smaller and fewer than the ones in her room but
still, books were books. A big oak desk and leather chair faced the shelves and
Belle was observing the little knickknacks he had when she noticed a crinkled
picture in the trash and picked it up.
It was of an older, brunette woman in an elegant red gown that accentuated her
curves. She had long, dark curly hair and blue-green eyes. “Is this her? Your
wife?” She asked softly and turned to look at him but she couldn’t meet his
eyes. They were glued to this woman.
“Ex-wife,” he corrected.
“She- she’s very pretty.” Belle added, feeling insecure. This woman could
easily belong on a red carpet and Belle looked nothing like that.
He gently took the picture from her hands and crumpled it thoroughly before
tossing it back in the trash can. “But you’re beautiful.”
He stood in front of her while Belle stared at her hands. So many thoughts
whirled in her head. She was jealous because Milah was the total opposite of
her: tall, curvaceous, and gorgeous. Belle was also mad because she was the
woman who didn’t care about him. Lastly, she was scared.
“Was she like me? Was she also your… Your little girl?”
He cupped her jaw and made her look up at him. “No, Belle, my relationship with
her was nothing like that. You are my only little girl. What I feel for you is
real, true love; it’s something I have never felt before. I love you, more than
I have ever loved anyone.”
She grinned wide and bright and it warmed his heart. He kissed her, softly at
first, then he deepened it until she was moaning in his mouth. He moved on to
her neck, sucking on her pulse points and her head rolled back so he could kiss
under her jaw. “Daddy,” she sighed, clutching onto his jacket and inhaling his
scent, a combination of his shampoo and sandalwood cologne.
He whispered, “Sweetheart, I was thinking,” and paused to nip her earlobe,
“that maybe you and I could stay in the same room here. We would share the same
bed and I could hold you in my arms all night… among other things. Only if
that’s what you want.”
“Yeah,” she replied excitedly, “I love sleeping in the same bed with you.”
He kissed her lips once more, with a satisfied smile on his face. “Good.”
He had the whole night planned out in his head. If all went according to plan,
this would be one of the greatest nights of their lives.
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After he made her breakfast, Belle got dressed and explored the house some
more. The room they’d be sharing was huge! The walls were painted a blue gray
color and the bed was draped in a cream colored bedspread. She flung herself
onto the cushiony mattress and sighed. She was happy that they were finally
able to be together without the constant weight of the worry he felt.
She dressed in a black crop top and matching cardigan with a burgundy skirt.
She wore black, sheer tights and chunky heeled boots to add some height. The
look was darker than she would typically wear but she wanted to look older and
more sophisticated so she wouldn’t look so out of place. Belle even went so far
as to tint her lips with her berry lip balm. She wasn’t as pretty as Milah, at
least she didn’t think so, but she looked especially nice.
Belle really wanted today to go well. It was her opportunity to prove to him
that she could be trusted around people, that they could be together in public.
When she went downstairs, she found him in his study reading a newspaper. He
stopped everything he was doing when Belle stepped in. “My beautiful girl,” he
said, his brogue thickening like it always did when he spoke passionately.
“Hey,” she greeted with a smile and sat on his lap, putting her weight on his
good leg. “So what are we doing first?”
“First,” he said, smirking and running his fingers through her hair, “I’m going
to kiss you.”
He captured her lips in a chaste kiss and she giggled when he pulled away.
“Then what?”
“Then, I’m going to kiss you again.” He used tongue this time and he made sure
to linger, he wanted to prolong their stay inside.
“I meant when we leave,” she clarified.
“How about we stay here and I kiss you all day?” He had a whole itinerary for
the day but there was no harm in asking if she’d want to stay inside, where
she’s safe from external dangers.
“Okay.”
“Really?” He asked hopefully.
“No!” She scolded lightly, “You promised, Daddy, and if you break it, I will
never kiss you ever again.”
“You would punish me with a fate worse than death? Don’t you know your kisses
keep me alive?” He feigned shock.
Belle laughed and got off of his lap. “Yes. Also, I will NEVER,” she paused for
dramatic effect, “hug you.”
He narrowed his eyes, “you wouldn’t.”
“But I would.”
“Fine, let’s go.”
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He held her hand snug the entire time, so she wouldn’t wander off. The world
was so big and Belle was so small, he didn’t want to lose her. They walked down
the street with Belle marveling at every shop. When people got too close, she’d
retreat further into him and he’d squeeze her hand lightly in reassurance.
Their first stop was the bookstore. Belle was all smiles and wonder as she
wandered each aisle, dragging her Daddy behind her. It smelled just like the
library at school and it reminded her of how the library had been her sanctuary
during lunch and sometimes after school. It was where she could go when she
wanted to get away from a world that didn’t know she existed and travel into
one where she could pretend like she did. She left with three hard covers, all
fiction because everything else was a waste of time, in her opinion. Her most
prized book was a brand new hard cover of Pride and Prejudice he bought her to
preserve the worn copy that was her mother’s.
Then, they stopped at a boutique called Enchanted that sold high end clothing.
Wolfgang insisted she buy whatever she wanted so Belle made him a deal. She
would buy something but he had to wait by the front because she wanted it to be
a surprise. He agreed, slightly reluctantly, and sent her away with his credit
card. He tried to keep an eye on her as best as he could without leaving his
designated spot but every time she caught him looking, she’d give him a pointed
look and he’d have to look away. He waited for twenty minutes when she finally
came back with two bags and a smile on her face.
“What’d you get?” he asked, trying to peek in a bag.
“I told you, it’s a surprise!”
“Well, when can I see this surprise?”
Belle bit her lip and tried to contain her smirk when she answered cryptically.
“Maybe later.”
With that answer, he willed time to go by faster.
He took her to lunch at the most elegant restaurant there. They sat in a
secluded corner that had a nice view of the scenic town. People really didn’t
pay them any mind. To some, it looked like a man having lunch with his
daughter. To others, well, in such a wealthy town it wasn’t uncommon for a man
to be seen with a young, beautiful woman at his side. Belle had never been to
such a fancy restaurant. Nothing on the menu looked familiar so she went with a
burger and fries and pink lemonade. It was nothing like Granny’s. Her plate
looked like art. She almost didn’t want to eat it because her burger looked so
artfully put together.
 Belle couldn’t believe how much fun she was having. She knew how worried Daddy
was about being out with her but he was handling it surprisingly well. It was
when they went to get ice cream afterwards that things got a little tense.
It was a small shop; there were only a few patrons inside. Belle sat down at a
small table and waited while he got her ice cream when a boy entered. He was
about her age, cute, and he wore a leather jacket. All he saw was a pretty girl
sitting by herself and, of course, he felt inclined to fix that.
“Hey,” the boy sat down across from her and got comfortable.
“Hi!” she responded eagerly.
Belle hadn’t spoken to a peer in such a long time, she almost forgot what it
was like. Maybe he’d want to be her friend! Back in school, she didn’t have
friends. But sometimes August Booth, the librarian’s assistant, would sit at
her table while she read. They both had a mutual desire for peace and quiet and
her table was the only one without hushed whispers and giggles. It was a silent
companionship, at least that’s what she thought it was. Perhaps if he’d have
talked to her, they could’ve been real friends.
“I’m Arthur. What’s your name?”
“Belle.”
“Well, Belle, why is a pretty thing like you sitting by yourself?”
Belle broke out in a bashful giggle. It was hard to meet his eye; Daddy was the
only one who ever called her pretty. Well, beautiful, actually. “I’m not alone,
I’m here with my Da-“ she stopped herself and thought of how she’d save herself
from that slip. People didn’t publicly call their significant other Daddy and
she was not about to start. “Date.”
Good save, Belle,she mentally applauded.
Arthur’s eyebrow rose in speculation and he smirked. “Oh, well if you and this
date are interested, my band is playing at this house party and I would love to
see you there.” He pulled out a blue flyer from his pocket and gave it to
Belle.
The font gave her a headache but it was the first time she’d ever been invited
to a party. She would never have gone to one, even if she had been invited to
parties. They were too loud and everyone acted dumb at those things. Still, it
would have been nice to at least be invited. She would have loved to use the
many excuses she practiced in her head whenever she overheard her classmates
talk about the next raging party. But the invite never came so her excuses
remained stored in her head. She would have used one right now but Arthur was
nice. “Sure, maybe,” she said with no intention of going whatsoever.
“Alright, cool. And if you’re interested, my roommate is out of town so the
after partyin my bedroom could get pretty wild.”
Belle was no expert but she was pretty sure after parties in bedrooms meant
something more. “Oh, no, I don’t-“
“Just think about it.” He winked and strutted out of the shop after placing a
stack of flyers on the counter.
She stared at the flyer like a trophy. Meanwhile, Daddy watched the whole
encounter and had half a mind to beat that kid with his cane.
He placed her cup of strawberry ice cream in front of her but didn’t sit down.
She licked her lips and her face lit up at the ice cream. “Come on, we’re
leaving.”
She looked up in confusion. “But I thought we were staying in here.”
“Change of plans.” He took her hand and she barely had time to pick up her ice
cream before he was pulling her outside. “Daddy, slow down, I’ll drop my ice
cream.”
They stopped abruptly when they reached his car. He grabbed the blue paper she
still held in her hand. “What is this?” he asked in a harsh, hurried tone.
“That’s my invitation,” she said proudly, “My new friend Arthur invited me to
watch his band play.”
“So Arthur is the little shit’s name? God, I knew it,” he began muttering,
“It’s too soon. I should have waited to bring you here-“
“No! Really, it’s not too soon, I thought we were having a good time!”
“We were! Until that boyruined it! He wants to take you from me, Belle!” He
ripped the invitation and threw it on the ground.
“No he doesn’t! Daddy, look at me,” she crooned and placed her hand on his
cheek, “he invited me to the party but I didn’t really want to go. I only said
yes to be nice… I- I’ve never been invited to a party before and I was just
excited. I love you and I’m happy with you.”
His anger ebbed away with each stroke of the hair and each reassuring word she
spoke. He was overreacting. Belle was a good little girl. She would never go
for a silly boy in cheap leather and she has never betrayed him, not yet.
He sighed calmly and shook his head. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I didn’t mean to
get so bothered.”
“I know, I understand but really, you don’t have to worry. You brought me here
so we could be together, freely and without care, so let’s keep doing that,
please.” The corners of her pretty, berry stained lips turned up in a soft,
comforting grin.
“Okay, yeah. Umm, why don’t I take you to the park and we can read one of your
new books. How does that sound?”
Her grin widened and she stepped up on her toes and kissed his cheek. “That
sounds perfect!”
They found a lovely, secluded area with a thick willow tree that shaded a cozy
bench. He picked the area because of its seclusion and she didn’t mind. They
wouldn’t be bothered with loud noises while they read. He sat on the far right
of the bench while Belle lay on her back with her head resting in his lap. She
read to him while he ran his fingers through her hair and it was so serene.
After a few passages, she set the book down and looked up at him. “I’m really
happy we did this, Daddy.”
“Good. All I want is your happiness, Belle.”
She sighed contentedly. “It’s so beautiful out here. It’s like it’s straight
out of a story book.”
“You’re right. And it’s all the more beautiful for you being here.”
Belle blushed and tried not to grin. “You always say stuff like that.”
“Well, I have to! You’re the most beautiful girl in the world! It would be a
crime not to!” He exclaimed, making her laugh and filling his heart with pure
joy. “What are you laughing at? I’m serious.” He tried to scold but it just
made her laugh harder. He couldn’t help but chuckle himself.
“What would you like to do now, my love?” He asked once her laughter died down.
They had already done so much and he spent a ton of money on her that she
didn’t want to add to it. Plus, they spent almost the whole time on foot. She
didn’t want to put too much strain on his leg.
“Mmm, we could go back to the cabin and relax? We could watch some T.V and
maybe we can even resume that kissing from earlier.” She smirked coyly.
“Oh, that does sound tempting but is that really what you want?”
“Yeah, it is. I’ve had so much fun today but now I just want to be alone with
you.”
He gave one last stroke to her shiny hair and almost couldn’t believe that this
perfect angel was all his. But here she was, wanting to be with him. “Well, I
can’t leave you wanting now can I?”
                                     XXXX
“How long have you had this place?” She asked. They were watching Into the
Woods and Belle was sprawled out on the fuzzy white rug while Wolfgang was on
the couch, enjoying the view.
“A very long time. It’s been in the family for generations, but I had it
remodeled some years back. I used to come here when I got bored with
Storybrooke.”
He was so caught up in the way her skirt had teasingly ridden up that he didn’t
realize he said too much.
“Your family? What are they like? You’ve never talked about them.”
He looked away from her. “Belle, this weekend is about us. I’d rather not talk
about my family.”
“I just want to know you,” she said and crawled her way to him, placing her
hands and chin on his good knee. “Please.”
He knew it was impossible but somehow her eyes got bluer when she looked up at
him. His Belle looked like a pretty little kitten, so innocent and full of
wonder. “I lost them, that’s all there really is to know.”
“Lost them? How?”
“Come here, princess.” He whispered and took her hand, coaxing her to sit on
his lap. There was something different in his eyes, she could tell. It was sad
and lonely, much like who he was before her. “You know you’re my everything,
right?”
She burst out in a flattered but shy chuckle and nodded.
“Well, a very long time ago, when I was a boy, I had everything. I had a
childhood every little boy could dream of and I got anything I ever wanted, all
I had to do was ask. I had two parents, who loved me in their own ways. And
then one day, I lost them. Just like that, everything I ever knew was gone. So
for a very long time, I was sad, depressed, really. I still had it all, my
family’s money and the estate, plus my own businesses. But it felt like I had
nothing, I was just trying to get by.
“And then one day, a beautiful girl entered my life. She wore a white dress and
a halo of flowers that complimented her incredibly blue eyes and she looked as
though she were sent down from heaven by the gods themselves. And just like
that, I was able to feel everything again. The first time you ever smiled at
me, I could feel my heart starting up again. I went from having nothing to live
for, to having you.” Once again, he took her hand but he placed it over his
heart. “I wish I could make you feel just how much you make me feel. You are my
heart, Belle, and without you, I would truly parish.”
She could have cried; she was so overwhelmed with emotions. Belle knew he must
have been a very lonely man before she came along but she never imagined it was
so serious. Belle also knew that she would never, nor has she ever, meant more
to anyone else- not even her own flesh and blood. Instead of crying, she kissed
him, hoping he would feel just how much he meant to her as well.
He moaned at feeling her tongue enter his mouth. It was a very good thing she
stopped asking questions. Their weekend was supposed to be about fun, not about
how his father killed his mother and then turned the gun on himself. She had
left. For two whole weeks, his pill popping mother got away from his drunken,
abusive father, leaving a young Wolfgang behind to take her place. And when she
came back, his father was livid, going on about how she had no right to leave
and if he couldn’t have her, no one can. Little Wolfgang was hiding in the
closet, witnessing the tragedy.
Yeah, she really didn’t need to know about that right now. He promised his
little girl a fun weekend and that’s what she was going to get. A certain part
of him started to get excited at how quickly the kissing was becoming more
heated so he pulled away.
“I have a surprise for you, my love.”
“A surprise? For what?” He’s already done so much for her, what more could he
do?
The sadness from earlier was gone, replaced with anticipation and excitement.
“Just trust me, yeah? I want you to go upstairs into our room and on the bed,
you’ll see some boxes. Before you open them, I want you to take a nice, long
bath in the master bathroom. I’ll be down here, preparing dinner and waiting
for you.”
Belle raised an eyebrow and looked him intently in the eye. “Daddy, what are
you doing?” She asked warily but excited all the same.
“You’ll see. Now, go on, do as I say, Sweetheart.”
                                     XXXX
On the bed, lay two boxes, just like he said but she didn’t open them yet. Her
Daddy said to bathe first so she headed inside the room’s adjoining bathroom.
She didn’t get the chance to go in there earlier but it was just as luxurious
as the room. She awed at the porcelain Jacuzzi bathtub and the large shower
enclosed by glass doors. A huge mirror was lined on one of the walls right
above dual sinks. The walls and floor consisted of beige granite tiles and with
the golden lighting, it made her feel like a glamorous movie star. The bathroom
had everything a girl could need for a bath. There was a gift box on the
counter and when she opened it, she almost squealed in delight. An assortment
of bath bombs was at her disposal. The one that caught her attention was a
pink, rose scented one that had real rose petals in it.
It was the best bath she’d ever had. Well, excluding the ones her Daddy gave
her. She was partially submerged in the pink water, playing with the rose
petals and humming to herself, all the while wondering what his surprise was.
After the bath, Belle wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and opened her boxes.
She was speechless. One had a light blue dress and the other had shimmery
silver shoes with little bows at the end. The dress fit so perfectly. It had
silver laced straps, a v-neckline, and was made of sparkled chiffon fabric that
ended just above the knees. Belle spent a good minute just twirling and dancing
around in the flowy dress. And she was a natural in heels from all the time she
spent practicing in her mother’s old shoes. In high school, once prom season
hit, she spent hours practicing in her room. But no one asked her and she was
too poor to go, even if they did.
She applied some makeup, just a little mascara and lip gloss. She wasn’t
entirely sure what this all meant but she was thrilled to find out.
He watched Belle descend the staircase like a princess with her signature
bright, yet timid, smile. She was stunning, quite literally because words
escaped him momentarily.
“What’s all this?” she gestured to her formal ensemble and the candle lit
dining table, noticing he had changed too. He changed his navy dress shirt for
a lighter blue one.
“You look magnificent.” He muttered.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” She said playfully.
He let out a soft chuckle as he reached for a strand of her hair. He loved the
way her waves burned in the dim lighting. “I just wanted your first night here
to be special. You once told me you’ve never been to a dance so I thought I
would recreate a typical formal night out, which reminds me,” he led her to the
dining table and right by her plate was a box of chocolates and a blue rose,
“these are for you.”
“You really did all of this,” she said disbelievingly while he sat her down in
her chair.
“Of course, Belle. It’s all for you.”
The food was amazing. He made seasoned chicken breast and salad as their main
course and for dessert, they shared her Godiva chocolates. Belle carried the
conversation for the most part, not that she minded. She loved to talk to her
Daddy because he listened to what she had to say. He spent most of dinner
gazing at her adoringly, thinking about how blessed he was to have this moment
with her. She had just finished watering down her sugar-filled dessert when he
stood up.
“Come on,” he held his hand out for her to take.
“What for?” She took his hand anyway.
“You and I are going to have our first dance.”
“Really?! But your leg-”
“Will be just fine, trust me.” He assured her.
The song they danced to was slow and purely instrumental. It was the type of
song that could go on forever, playing in the background, and you would hardly
notice. Her right hand was in his left while his other hand was on the small of
her back and hers was on his shoulder. He twirled her around and admired the
dress he knew would fit her seemingly. It shimmered in the light and flowed
softly, like calm ocean waves. The most beautiful girl in the world was
definitively the ultimate title for her. His limp hardly fazed him and Belle
was quite surprised with how balanced he was. She laughed as she spun, full
circle, three times and threw her arms around him.
The atmosphere changed just then, from playful to time-stopping as she buried
her face in the crook of his neck and caught his natural fragrance- sandalwood,
minty shampoo, and his own intoxicating chemicals. The moment was so intimate
and loving. They just swayed side to side and held each other; Belle couldn’t
even keep track of how many times the song repeated on the record player. The
world didn’t exist, it hardly ever did when they were together, but she could
live in this particular moment forever.
“This is the best first dance ever,” she said, grinning from ear to ear,
“better than I ever dreamed of.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
Still smiling, she softly placed her lips on his and was about to deepen it
when she realized they had been dancing for a while and that couldn’t be good
for his leg, especially considering how active he had been today. “We should go
upstairs and kiss some more,” Belle suggested, and he enthusiastically agreed.
As much as she wanted to keep her dress on, she knew she couldn’t sleep in it
and being in the dress while kissing could potentially get uncomfortable. She
went into the bathroom to change for bed while he made his own preparations.
First, he had to loosen up so he lost the jacket, tie, and cufflinks. A
romantic environment was his next step so he lit a few apple cinnamon scented
candles to add dim lighting. The last step was to wait and hope everything
would go as planned.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed when she finally stepped out, slightly
shy even though he’s seen her naked. This must have been the surprise she was
talking about because he was very fucking surprised. He wanted to thank that
store with all his heart as she stood in front of him in a satin rose pink
bralette and matching shorts, if that’s what the skimpy fabric could be called.
Her hair shined with the burning light of the candles and she looked like the
epitome of all that was beautiful and pure. It was wrong, but hell, he wanted
to throw her on the bed and defile her until she was singing for him.
“You’re perfect, my love.”
He ran his hands up her thighs and touched the silky fabric. She stood between
his legs and let him admire her because she knew he’d love it. “I love the
candles. The room smells amazing… It’s been such a beautiful day; I almost
can’t believe it.”
“Well, you should definitely believe it. It’s all for you, my beautiful Belle.
I’d do anything for you.”
Belle pet his hair and he closed his eyes at her affectionate touch. It was
like a special power, being able to touch him and tame him. With her nails, she
gently raked through his hair and his whole body felt the warm sensation. He
purred deeply and took her hand.
“Lie down, little one,” he instructed and watched her crawl onto the bed.
He followed her, not even bothering to change into pajamas for what would come
in a bit. Her hair was out of her face and had spread itself among the pillow.
He held himself above her and leaned into her lips but stopped so that she
could barely feel his breath. “I think I owe you a kiss,” he said softly. She
could almost taste him and subconsciously licked her lips.
“You owe me many kisses,” she corrected.
“Oh, that’s right! I guess I’ll place my first kiss here.” He kissed her cheek.
“Then here.” He kissed her chin. “Then here.” Her forehead. And he kept going
until she was giggling and scolding him for teasing. Finally, he caved in and
kissed her lips, slipping in his tongue the first chance he got. His body was
pressed flush against her and Belle felt like she could be consumed in his
warmth. It flowed from his body and into hers and she wondered if he felt like
that too. Kissing quickly grew passionate until he moved onto her neck and she
arched her back while she hummed in desire. The scent of her rose bath bomb
radiated its way to his nose and he couldn’t get enough.
One of his hands cupped her breast and she gasped in shock. Her little bud
started hardening through the silk fabric and he slipped his hand under,
tweaking her nipple. Belle felt jolts of bliss pool in her abdomen. The
excitement was overwhelming and she needed some friction. If Daddy would just
move his hips a little she’d be fine. Just as she was considering moving her
own hand down there, he pulled down the silk cup and wrapped his lips around
her nipple. She moaned and her hips thrashed against him. She swore she thought
she felt him grin. He nipped at it with his teeth, sucking and licking her to
frustration.
“Sweetheart, as beautiful as this is, do you think we can take it off for a
bit?”
She nodded and slipped it off. As soon as she was free, he worked on her other
nipple until he moved his kisses downward. Her body relaxed a little and her
gaze was fixed on the ceiling. He covered her in soft, warm kisses and Belle
felt like she was being worshipped. When he reached his destination, he looked
up.
“May I taste you, Belle?”
“Please,” she whimpered, needing to be relieved.
He tugged off her shorts and underwear and settled himself between her legs. He
pressed light, teasing kisses to the inside of her thighs before nuzzling his
face into her fine curls and licking along her pink folds. He needed her sated
and wet for what he wanted. While Belle’s body quivered from his ministrations,
he placed one hand on her lower abdomen and with his other he entered a finger.
His eyes rolled back as she tensed around his finger and he couldn’t imagine
what she would feel like around him.
Belle inhaled sharply, “Ah! W-what are you do- oh!” He put a second finger in,
rubbing against her walls. It was so different, his fingers felt foreign but it
didn’t feel bad. In fact, once she got over the initial shock, it actually felt
quite good. She put her hands in his hair when he suckled on her clit. When he
rubbed on a certain spot, she cried out and shunted her hips. He kept stroking
that spot, over and over and over and it felt like it was building up to
something cosmic. To keep her in place, he applied a light pressure with the
hand that rested on her lower pelvis and that’s what did it for her. He sped up
his fingers and the strokes of his tongue and kept the pressure.
The hands in his hair tugged. Her whole body tensed and she was trying to
mutter words but couldn’t seem to form them as the sensations became too much.
Then, she was blinded by her orgasm- not before a very vocal scream was torn
from her throat. The waves of pleasure crashed through her until she finally
went limp.
“How did that feel, Baby?” he asked, his voice was husky and low. He kissed his
way back up to her body.
“That was… I felt… Oh my god.” She tried to catch  her breath.
He grinned at her blissful state and kissed her so she could taste herself.
When he pulled away, she made a noise of longing.
“I want to make love to you, Belle.”
The simple declaration he always wanted to make finally left his lips in a soft
whisper as he studied her.
Belle, still fogged in lust, looked up at the man who took care of her, gave
her what she needed, and made her feel so wonderful. She loved him, adored him.
The way she was looking at him… If he’d asked her to kill, she probably would
have. He was her God, the only being in her life who meant anything. Daddy
didn’t abandon her or shut her out, like everyone else did. He loved her
unconditionally. For that, she would give him anything. She’s never had sex
before but she knew she wanted it with him.
“Okay,” she smiled timidly and radiated youth.
He let out a breath of relief. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, Daddy, I’m sure.” Her eyes sparkled with love and excitement. Her body
still thrummed with joy.
She helped him unbutton his shirt, revealing his lightly tanned skin that
contrasted with her pale skin. His body was thin but there was a surprising
strength to him. His chest was smooth and hard and he released a shaky breath
when her fingertips grazed over his nipples. “Does that feel good for you too?”
He nodded and kissed her hard. She touched his nipples until they hardened and
then moved her hands to undo his belt. She cupped his hard bulge and he groaned
and bit her lip, before pulling his zipper down.
Once his pants and underwear were kicked off and they were both naked from head
to toe, he resumed kissing her. Since it was her first time, he wanted to keep
her mind as occupied as possible so that she wouldn’t focus on the pain. With
her very recent orgasm, she was lubricated enough. He just hoped that would be
enough for her. He pulled away eventually and her mind was so relaxed that she
hardly noticed when he reached his hand between them.
She looked to find him guiding his erect penis to her folds when it, for some
reason, barely registered that it was supposed to go insideof her. She felt the
tip barely graze her clit when she inhaled sharply. “Daddy, wait!”
“What? What’s wrong, Belle?”
Her face was contorted with worry and genuine concern. “It’s not going to fit,
it’s too big!”
Honestly, his cock was the hardly impressive length of about six inches. His
girth, on the other hand, could perhaps be a bit worrying. Especially since she
was a virgin and she was so tiny, of course he might look like he wasn’t going
to fit. “It will fit, Belle, but I won’t lie it might hurt a little. As long as
you can relax, it won’t hurt for long. Can you do that for me, Princess? Can
you relax?”
She exhaled deeply. Belle really wanted to do this for him and for her. Making
love was a special moment for two people who love each other and she loved
Daddy a lot. Tonight had been so perfect and making love for the first time
would be the perfect memory to go with it. “Yeah, I can, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he smiled proudly, “but if at any time you want to stop, just say
so, okay?”
Belle nodded and a part of him hoped he’d have enough self-control if she did
say to stop. The last thing he wanted to do was harm this perfect creature. He
reached between them again and brought the blunt tip right outside of her wet
entrance. Her breathing was soft and slow as she tried to relax. Very gently
and very slowly, he moved the tip inside. Belle’s eyes widened in pain and he
wasn’t even halfway in when her legs were squirming as though she wanted to
push him away but was too scared. “Ah!” she yelped. Her voice was rasped in
pain.
She clenched tightly around him, borderline painfully so. “Belle! Baby you need
to relax. Remember, once you relax, you’ll feel less pain. And I promise, the
more relaxed you are, the better it will feel.”  Belle was breathing hard and
he wasn’t even sure she was paying attention fully. He buried his head in her
neck and whispered softly, “Relax, my love. Listen to my voice… Breathe, you
have to take slow, deep breaths.”
Belle closed her eyes and focused on the way he kissed her neck, her breath
becoming even as she loosened her body. He slowly inched in once more and it
stung like hell, she felt like she was being stretched so much, she would
break. When it felt like she could take no more, a sob escaped her.
Alarmed, he turned his attention to her and noticed tear tracks running down
her temples. “Shh, it’s okay, my love.  I know it hurts, but that’s the worst
of it, I promise. I’m already all the way in.” He kissed her and took his time
using his tongue to distract her. Soon, her tears subsided along with the pain
and he released her lips to gaze at her and to take in this moment.
He was tightly pressed against her soft, smooth body, such a difference to his
rough, aged body. It was the contact he always craved.  Human touch. The warmth
of another person’s naked body. For an unbelievably long time, he had been
lonely and starved of love and affection. Now, here he was, with the love of
his life in his arms, underneath him, while his cock was fully enveloped by her
impossibly tight cunt. His eyes became glossy as he became overwhelmed. “God, I
love you so much, Belle,” he said.
With the pain almost gone, she smiled and stared back at him. His hair fell
around his face and acted like curtains, shielding them from everything that
could ruin this precious moment. She studied everything from his angular nose
and deep set, amber eyes, to the line right above the right side of his upper
lip. She loved every single inch of him. “I love you too, Daddy.”
He gently rocked his hips against hers, and her whole body tightened at the
remaining pain. Then he kissed her until she couldn’t focus on the pain. That
helped because at some point, it stopped hurting altogether. In fact, it
started to feel good. His slow, shallow thrusts carefully grew as he pulled
more of himself out and thrusted back in. When he shifted his hips, changing
the angle, she moaned for the first time since he entered her. Gradually, his
thrusts became more confident as she adjusted to him.
He firmly believed her cunt had a mind of its own because every time he’d pull
out, her hot, tight muscles would pull him back in, as though they needed him
there. His right hand slid its way across the blankets and into her left hand
and she clasped her fingers firmly around his. Any pain or discomfort was now
nonexistent. Now, she was discovering the new sensation of him inside of her.
She wrapped her legs around him and that made him go deeper. He moaned suddenly
at the new angle and depth, allowing his movements to quicken.
“My Little Girl!” he breathed and his accent thickened beautifully. “Oh, Baby
Girl, that’s so good!”
Belle was moaning more frequently and more audibly. With each thrust, her
breasts brushed against his chest. Her face started to feel hot as pleasure
built up and she wrapped her arms around him too, clinging to him and
increasing the contact thus increasing the pleasure. He rolled his hips into
hers, hitting many right spots and she cried out and arched her back into him.
So he did it again and again.
“Do you think you can cum for me again, Baby?” he asked through clenched teeth,
really hoping she did it soon because there was only so much his body could
take, “can you cum like before?”
Her response was a quick nod and her hold on him tightening. Belle was sure she
was already close. Her hips started to meet his and her vocal sounds of
pleasure further increased in both frequency and volume. He must have changed
the angle or something because her noises stopped and her mouth slackened.
“Ohh, Daddy!” she gasped, somewhere between a sigh and a moan. He felt her
muscles tighten and clench and her head fell back as she came for the second
time that night.
When he heard his little girl moan for him like that, a switch went off in his
head. The same switch that awoke the monster that day in his shop when she
first hugged him or when they first kissed and he placed her hand over his cock
while he came. Because as soon as those two words left her mouth and her
burning, slick walls tightened around him, he was lost. Perhaps because it had
been well over a decade since he had last been inside someone, his mind decided
to let his animalistic urges run free and relinquished all control of his body.
His hips snapped into hers furiously with little regard of how she might feel.
He grunted and cursed with each harsh movement as he chased what was likely to
be one of the biggest orgasms he’s ever had. Both of their bodies were lightly
coated in sweat and he bent down and licked the salty taste on her neck,
moaning as he did so. He was almost there; he could fucking feel it. He
hammered away, mercilessly, and the human part of him in the back of his head
worried he might bruise her. But he kept going anyway until his balls tensed
and with one last primal grunt, he thrust hard and shot ribbons of his hot,
worthless seed inside of her.
He stayed braced above her until he could think coherent thoughts. Her eyes had
that glazed look over them when she orgasmed but he also noticed fresh tear
marks. “Belle? I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear! I don’t know
what happened, I-“
“You didn’t hurt me, Daddy! I promise, I’m just so happy... This is the best
day ever!”
She kissed him fervently until she had to pull away to breathe. He groaned when
he pulled his softened cock out of her. Already, he missed being inside of his
Baby Girl. In between her legs was a combination of his semen and her blood.
Belle almost panicked at the sight of the blood but he assured her that it was
normal. He sent her to the bathroom to clean up and once she was back in bed,
he wrapped his arms tightly around her.
Belle, completely sated and exhausted from her long, tiring day, fell asleep
quickly. Wolfgang, equally exhausted, stayed up just a little longer to watch
her sleep. He reflected and relived every moment in his head. Tonight was
better than he ever dreamed of, which he did many, many times before. In her
sleep, she snuggled even tighter into him and he finally let himself succumb to
his exhaustion with a small, contented smile on his face.
 
Chapter End Notes
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***** The Cabin Pt. 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     It's Belle's and Gold's last night at the cabin so they make the most
     of it. Belle struggles with not wanting to leave. Gold makes a
     promise and formulates a plan.
Chapter Notes
     I am so TERRIBLY sorry for the lag!! I really wanted to have this
     update up before my birthday but, like everything else in my life,
     that didn't work out. To make up for that, I tried to incorporate
     some things people had prompted way back. Btw, thanks for all of you
     who commented asking for an update and keeping me motivated. You guys
     are awesome! And if it's any consolation, I felt so bad for making
     you guys wait this long that I decided to stay up late on a school
     night so that I could get this chapter to you on my favorite
     Holiday.. Happy Halloween, Witches!!!
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Waking up next to her felt so right. Her breathing was labored and the sunlight
crept through the curtains and set her hair on fire. She was naked, warm, and
soft and snuggled next to him. He could watch her all day. She was his whole
life and if she knew the things he would do for her, she’d probably fear him.
But she would never know because he was going to keep her safe from the world
and any sort of external dangers.
He watched her for a whole hour before she finally woke and stretched on the
bed. She was pleasantly sore and she smiled at him when she noticed him
watching.
“Good morning, little one,” he greeted, “How are you feeling?”
“Wonderful,” she replied dreamily.
She was underneath the cream colored sheets that felt so soft against her
smooth legs. Despite their long night together, she felt very well-rested and
light. Things were different between them now. It felt like they were even more
bound to each other than before. Their love was stronger. It felt like nothing
could tear them apart.
“I’m glad to hear that.” He brushed his hand over her cheek and smoothed her
hair. “What would you like to do today?”
“Can we eat breakfast outside on the porch?” she asked eagerly.
“Whatever you want, my love.”
With a big grin, she kissed his cheek and sauntered off into the bathroom to
get ready for breakfast.
                                     XXXX
He was in his study for a while. He told her to give him one hour while he
handled a business emergency. Belle didn’t mind, she just didn’t know what to
do... Well, she had an idea, actually.
Yesterday, when she went exploring the house by herself, she found the hot tub
in the back of the cabin. It was clean and fully functional, as far as she
could tell. Why he didn’t tell her, she hadn’t a clue. Perhaps he didn’t
remember? He was a rich man, after all. Surely, it was hard to keep track of
all of his things. She bought a bathing suit at the boutique, just in case, and
she loved it. It was a strappy two-piece in light blue with black trimmings.
When he finally stepped out of the study to look for Belle, he couldn’t find
her. His paranoid mind thought the worst and right when he was about to panic,
he heard a whirring sound out in the back. He slid the glass doors open and
was, once again, left stunned by Belle’s beauty.
“Belle? What are you doing out here?”
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a hot tub?”
Her hair was in a loose, low bun and there were strands framing her face. She
was smiling bright at him and waiting for him to answer. Through the bubbling
water, he could see her swimsuit and how particularly revealing it was.
“I, uh, I forgot. Sweetheart, where did you get that?”
“I had two bags from the shop, remember?” She reminded him smugly. “Do you want
to join me?”
“Right now? In there?” he asked dumbly.
“Yeah, I’ve been swimming by myself. It’ll be fun! And it’s a good way to warm
up in this cold.”
He hesitated. Hot tubs weren’t really his thing. Milah wanted this one way-
back-when and he only agreed for the sake of avoiding an argument. Now, he was
torn with the idea of having Belle’s wet, bikini clad body on his with
something that reminded him of the ex-wife he no longer cared for.
As she leaned on the edge of the tub, he stepped closer. “Why don’t you come
inside, instead? I’ll warm you up.”
She grinned at his smooth demeanor and decided that if he wasn’t going to get
in, she’d still have her fun. Once he was close enough, she quickly emerged
from the water and wrapped her arms around him. To distract him from the fact
that she was soaking wet and ruining his completely dry suit, she kissed him.
Her hands went into his hair and wet the ends to fully mess with him.
“You sure you won’t get in?” She asked when she pulled away.
The thought was so fucking tempting, especially with the way her warm, half-
naked body was against his and the warm water seeped through his clothes and
onto his skin. “Come inside, we’ll have some fun, I promise.”
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She was so beautiful in her swimsuit. So little was concealed and the straps
revealed teasing strips of skin. He played with her, kissing her body and
finding all of her sensitive spots. There was an area, in the dip of her hip
bones, just above the band of her swimsuit that turned her giggles into a moan
so he teased her there. Eventually, the temptation of seeing her without her
swimsuit became more overwhelming than how she looked in it so he took it off.
He kept his promise of fun by using only his fingers. Belle never knew he could
make her feel that good with just his fingers.
“Does that feel good, Baby Girl?” He whispered thickly in her ear. She loved
his voice and how heavy his accent sounded. It turned her on more so that all
she could do was moan and nod. He touched the same spot he discovered from last
night repeatedly and she came easily on his fingers.
He was mesmerized as he watched the blissful look on her face. In her post
orgasmic state, she told him she wanted to make love again. This time, she
winced a little when he entered her because she wasn’t entirely used to him
yet. But the discomfort went away quickly and it also turned into pleasure more
quickly.
Wolfgang found it easier to take his time with her. There was less of an
urgency to cum so he was able to give it to her slowly and sweetly. He showed
her more, too, like the best way to meet his thrusts by moving her hips or the
most effective way to wrap her legs around him for maximum penetration. Belle’s
breathing grew heavy and she moaned beautifully, clutching onto his naked body
for her sanity until she finally came. He let go immediately after and they
lied in the afterglow of their lovemaking, with the orange hues of the
afternoon sun lighting the both of them.
Belle’s head rested on his chest and her legs were intertwined with his.
“Daddy, why can’t we just stay here forever?” She asked while listening to the
soothing beat of his heart.
The question took him a bit by surprise. Living here, in the cabin, with no one
but his little girl and no one around who was a threat to their happiness,
sounded like a dream except it was totally possible. “Is that what you’d like,
my love?”
She lifted her head and nodded happily. “Yes! Think about it, you and I both
love the woods, no one knows us here, and we can be together like a normal
couple! Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”
It would be wonderful. He wanted his Belle to be happy and free to do whatever
made her happy. He wanted her to have a life with him- one that didn’t involve
being confined in a house. They could live out the rest of their days happily
and freely together.
“Is that really what you want?”
“Yes! Just you and me, together.”
He gently stroked her cheek and glided his fingertips into her hair. She leaned
into the loving touch and kissed his wrist affectionately. “Okay.”
“Really?! We can stay here?”
“We don’t have to stay here. I own many properties, some more big and more
beautiful than this place.”
Her eyes widened with possibility and wonder. A future just for them. They
could do whatever they wanted, go wherever. She already had a home with him but
they could start over and build a new one together at one of his other houses.
“Okay, let’s do it! Let’s move as far from Storybrooke as possible! We won’t
have to hide our love from the world and we can live happily ever after, like
my fairy tales!”
“Happily ever after sounds like a perfect plan. But it’s gonna take a lot of
time. I’d have to sell the pawn shop and there’s a ton of paperwork I have to
get through.”
“Okay, how long could that take?”
Really, it shouldn’t take that long. If he wanted, he could probably have them
re-located in a week and settle everything else from wherever they went.
However, leaving now meant risking her being exposed to the world too quickly.
He just wanted to enjoy the routine and dependency they had with each other
now. Just for a little while longer. Then he’d give Belle every single house he
owned if that’s what she wanted. “Six months, maybe a year?”
She was hoping it'd be sooner. But considering it was happily ever after, six
months to a year would be worth the wait. “That’s okay, I don’t mind waiting.
You promise, right?”
“Cross my heart. You and I will start a new life together as soon as all of the
arrangements are made. I’ll give you everything, I swear.”
“I just want you,” she smiled and kissed him in gratitude.
She did have him. Wrapped around her little fingers. Belle had no idea of the
magnitude in which she had him. If Belle wanted to kill him, all she had to do
was leave or say she didn’t love him anymore, and just like that, his heart
would be dust on the floor. If she wanted him to kill for her, all she had to
do was give the order and he’d strangle, stab, or shoot any living being she
asked him to. Sometimes, he imagined ripping his heart out of his chest and
offering it to her on a silver platter. But even his heart and all of his
possessions still didn’t feel like enough. She was worthy of more than anything
he could ever give her.
“Tell me a story?” She requested.
“Pick a book.”
All of her books were downstairs and she didn’t feel like going down to get
them. “Make one up,” she mumbled and nuzzled her face into his neck.
“If I must,” he sighed, then paused. “Once upon a time, there was a princess
named Belle, and she was the most beautiful in all the lands and all the
realms.”
He felt her grin against his skin as she wondered where the story was headed.
“And there was a beast- a lonely, heartless beast- who was called upon by the
princess to help save her kingdom because the beast also happened to be the
most powerful sorcerer to ever live. Her kingdom was in danger of being
attacked by vicious ogres and she needed the help of…” He hesitated to come up
with a name for this beast when he saw Belle’s teddy bear and it clicked,
“Rumplestitskin.”
She giggled, “Rumplestiltskin?!”
“Yes, it’s the modern tale. Do you want to hear it, or not?”
“Yes, please.”
“Okay. When Rumplestiltskin arrived at the castle, everyone cringed at the
sight of the beast, except for the princess. And when he offered her kingdom a
deal, his price was her.”
“Did she accept his deal?”
 “Yes, much to the dislike of her father and fiancé.”
Belle gasped and sat up. “She was going to get married?!”
He sat up with her and explained, “Yes, but it was an arranged marriage, set up
by her father to help protect the kingdom.”
“So did she love him?”
It was adorable, the way she worried for these made up characters. With his
thumb, he stroked the little worry lines on her furrowed brow. “The knight whom
she was engaged to marry, was an arrogant, sometimes cruel, man. The Princess
was far too smart and kind to love someone as superficial as he. And she told
the beast-“
“Man,” she interrupted.
“What?”
“Rumplestiltskin was a man once, an ordinary man. Until one day, he was cursed
with dark magic and it turned him into a beast with glittery gold skin.”
He raised an eyebrow at her addition to the story. “Glittery gold skin?”
“Yes! And he wears leather pants and has long, curly hair!”
“I thought this was my story, little one.”
“I’m just making it better,” she said with a cheeky grin. “What happens next?”
He was making it up as he went but this would be their last night in the cabin.
He wanted to get this need for outdoor adventures out of her system so that
they could go home without her feeling so confined. “I’ll tell you more later.
Why don’t we go for a walk? I want to show you something.”
Belle excitedly agreed and put on her blue shorts and a loose, white tank top.
Their mysterious destination was only a few minutes’ walk from the cabin. They
entered a clearing and there was a huge tree right next to a beautiful stream.
It was so magnificent and surreal; she was speechless for a moment.
“This is amazing! I- How-“
“I used to come here as a boy,” he explained, surprising her. He hardly ever
talked about his past. Last night she had practically begged him to talk about
his family. And he wasn’t exactly detailed. “I traveled a lot because of my
father’s business. We once spent a whole summer here and my parents fought so
much that I would have to leave. When I discovered this spot, it became my
sanctuary.”
“Did you at least have someone to play with? Someone to help get you through
it?”
He shook his head, “I was an only child, with no friends or relatives. But I
liked the solitude. It was comforting then.”
There was a moment of silence as they both processed his experience. Belle knew
exactly what that was like. Her whole life, she never had a real friend or
family. “I would have played with you,” she said.
He chuckled breathily and she poked him in the shoulder. “Seriously! We would
have played in this stream. And we would have carved our initials into this
tree, like in the movies, and maybe even shared our first kiss. We could have
played hide and seek in the cabin! There’s so many rooms, it would have been
fun.”
“You’re amazing, Belle,” he stated while looking reverently into her
magnificent blue eyes, “My life would have been a whole lot different if I had
you back then.”
“Mine too.”
He kissed her so sweetly that her mind stopped thinking and all she could feel
was a fluttering in her tummy. “There’s our first kiss under this tree,” he
said with a grin. She laughed and kissed him again.
They walked and talked for a while until it started to get dark. He was
starting dinner, a simple pasta with alfredo sauce, chicken, and broccoli when
he noticed Belle sitting at the counter staring intently. “Would you like to
help?” he offered.
Belle smiled excitedly and got off the stool. “Really?”
“Yeah, haven’t you cooked before?”
“Oh, I used to cook all the time when I lived with my father but it always came
in a box with instructions. I’ve never cooked with fresh ingredients.”
“Well, I’ll show you.”
Belle was a natural. She had such a delicate touch and a great sense of
measurement and timing. She finished the sauce and broccoli and was just
waiting for the pasta to boil when he spoke. “You’re very good at this,
Sweetheart.”
“Thanks! I’ve always been more of a baker though. Back home, I used to bake
whenever my father had his friends over for poker night. He liked to keep me
busy with house work and I loved to bake so it was fun. I would bake cookies,
cupcakes, and brownies. Sometimes, he'd even let me have the leftovers.”
“Wait, you didn’t get to eat any?”
“Well, his friends usually ate them all. Or he'd save what was left for his
breakfast. He said the sweets would spoil me and make me fat. But there were a
couple of days where he'd leave a few for me. One night, he had more friends
over than usual so he had me bake a cake and all of his friends loved it! My
dad gave me five dollars for my hard work and it was-“
She made a wide hand gesture and was interrupted by her cup of water crashing
to the floor. She gasped as she watched the broken glass spread all over.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy!” She cried, “I didn’t mean to! Please don’t be mad!”
He could see tears forming and the genuine horror on her face, as if breaking a
glass were a crime. Belle immediately got on her knees to pick up the broken
shards of glass. “Belle, it’s okay! It was just an accident!”
“No! It’s not okay! I ruined everything! I always ruin everything!”
She started to sob and he wondered what the hell Moe had done to her. A simple
accident triggered such a drastic reaction. Then again, this was the same man
who beat her for burning dinner and for talking back to him. He got on his
knees so he could be leveled with her and she was already forming a pile of
broken glass.
“Belle, stop that, you’ll cut yourself.” She was too caught up in her haste
that she wasn’t paying attention so he gently grabbed her jaw and forced her to
look at him. “Hey, it was just an accident. These things happen.”
She sniffled and a huge teardrop fell down her face. “You-you're not mad?”
“No, not at all. It was just a cup.”
“I- I thought you'd be mad.. He always got so mad when I broke things.”
“I would never be mad at you for an accident. And you don’t ruin everything.
You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
She wiped her eyes and took slow breaths. She was safe with him. She would
always be safe with him because he loved her. More than anything, like he
always said.
“Now, dinner is almost ready. Why don’t you get cleaned up and I’ll take care
of this?”
“Are you sure? It’s my mess, I can clean it up.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Go on, my love. Come down when you’re ready.”
Belle went upstairs feeling so grateful for her Daddy. Before him, she had
hardly known kindness and love. But now, she had more than she ever dreamed of.
She had someone to love her and whom she loved in return. And he was never mean
to her, except for that one time but he’s more than made up for it.
As soon as Belle went up the stairs and he had cleaned up the mess, he sent a
quick text. Moe French would be taken care of, finally…
                                     XXXX
After dinner, they watched the stars and Belle never wanted to leave. The night
sky was so beautiful and it reminded her of just how much the world had to
offer. When they left Storybrooke, they could do anything and see anything.
“What are you thinking about, Princess?” he asked when he noticed her dreamy
stare.
“I’m thinking about how amazing this weekend has been. I’ve never been this
happy.”
Her happiness was his priority. As long as she was happy, he would be happy as
well because that would make her want to stay with him. So to hear her say she
has never been this happy was the best thing he could possibly hear.
“Then I have succeeded. Like I’ve said before, I only want your happiness.”
“No one has ever cared enough to want that before.” There was a hint of sadness
in her voice but, for the most part, it was filled with surprise.
She’s so pure and so innocent that he sometimes forgets the dark past she came
from. Belle was a miracle. She, unlike himself, managed to retain her sense of
optimism in the world after all of the pain she suffered.
“You’re all I’ve ever cared about, Belle. I’d do anything to make you happy.
Anything.You know that, right?”
She didn’t know the context of anything.She thought he was saying that to be
sweet and she knew he would do anything… But not what he was planning to do.
“Yeah,” she replied sincerely, feeling so elated and completely loved, like
she’s never felt before.
“Good.” It was getting late and they had to be up early so that they could make
it back to Storybrooke before dawn. “We should get to bed if we want to be
well-rested for tomorrow.”
She nodded and they got up. He had just grabbed his cane when Belle blushed and
hesitantly asked, “Can- can we do it again?”
Rest be damned. He would simply load up on coffee in the morning.
Chapter End Notes
     In my head, I had so many plans for this chapter but, for the life of
     me, I couldn't get them to work. They just didn't feel right so I'm
     sorry if this chapter didn't live up to its potential. I promise, I
     have a shit ton ideas for upcoming chapters but please feel free to
     shoot me more here or on my Tumblr. This chapter is dedicated to
     everyone who was upset with that damn GoldenQueen kiss in last
     night's episode.. Can our babies just be happy already??
     (Oh! And little editing was done since I wanted to update as soon as
     possible and I no longer have a beta so please excuse any mistakes!)
***** Misconception *****
Chapter Summary
     Moe's punishment begins and Gold is forced to tell Belle his most
     shameful secret. (I suck at summaries, leave me alone.)
Chapter Notes
     So this update took forever... Sorry! But there's some smut and light
     angst... I hope you enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was early in the morning and he was too focused to be tired. His sweet
little girl was at home, sleeping on his bed because she fell asleep there and
they had a long night coming home from the cabin. Dove was already waiting at
the flower shop when he arrived. His plan was to ruin Moe. It wouldn’t be
enough to kill him. He wanted Belle’s father to suffer until he was nothing.
Belle was perfect in every way, no thanks to him, but she was obviously
traumatized with how poorly he had treated her. He was doing this for her.
“Mr. Gold, you can’t do this!” The poor excuse of a human being yelled as the
intimidating Dove started the van. “Please, there’s a grand worth of roses in
the back!”
“Actually, I can do this. You defaulted on your loan. You used the van as
collateral. Therefore, it’s mine along with its contents,” he answered
smoothly.
“I’ll get you your money! I’ve been so distraught because my Belle is still
missing-“
“Don’t use her as an excuse,” his voice was cold, almost a snarl, “She’s been
gone for months now. If she had wanted to come home, she would have already.
And you won’t have my money because you’re a broke, sad drunk. Take the van,
Dove.”
His faithful assistant drove off, leaving Moe in disbelief.
“I’m coming for the shop next,” Gold warned.
Moe had no clue what he did to deserve this. “Why are you doing this, Gold?”
Wolfgang smiled, chilling Moe to his core, “Because I can.”
And with that, he walked away happily. He was just getting started.
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She was still asleep when he returned home. Although, there was an empty bowl
and spoon on the nightstand, indicating that at some point, she got herself
something to eat. Dove was taking care of the shop and other business affairs
while he planned to catch up on the sleep he missed. He had just taken off his
jacket when Belle woke up.
“You’re back!” she cheered. “Why so early?”
 “I decided to spend my day with you.” He explained simply.
She flashed him a wide smile when the bouquet of blood red roses he laid at the
foot of the bed caught her attention. “Are those for me?”
“Of course, they’re certainly not for me.”
She chuckled and smelled the wonderful fragrance the rose emitted. She was
brought back to those days in her father’s shop when she would dream that
someday, someone would bring her roses. She was never allowed to take a rose.
They were too expensive. “Where did you get these?” Belle asked curiously.
“An old woman was selling them on the side of the road.”
“Well, they’re beautiful. I love them.” She kissed his cheek before continuing
to marvel at the roses. Belle started to think of her father more. She knew he
didn’t care that she was gone but did he at least miss her? Who was cooking and
cleaning for him? Her hatred for him was strong but, before her Daddy came
along, he was all she had left in the world.
His tie was off and his shirt was unbuttoned when he saw a hint of sadness.
“What’s wrong? Is it the roses? I thought you loved them, I can get you more.”
“The roses are perfect!” She quickly defended. “I was just thinking… Do you
know how my father’s doing?”
“No, why would you want to know that?”
She hesitated before answering because his feelings towards her father were not
pleasant ones. “I was just wondering if he’s doing okay… Is he more miserable
without me or is he glad that I’m gone?”
“I don’t know, Belle, I don’t check up on him. I have better things to do.”
“I know,” she conceded and hung her head slightly. There was an awkward silence
and she regretted having brought it up, at all.
But it was Wolfgang who felt terrible for lying to her. She just wanted to know
some news about the man who raised her and his response was so cold. He figured
he may as well throw her a bone. “Look, the last I heard, he was trying to find
someone who was looking to rent a room. There was an ad in the local paper.
That was a while ago, though.”
“Probably my room,” she mused with a small, self-deprecating smile.
“Do you miss him?” he questioned sincerely, wanting to know if Belle would ever
dare go back to Moe because then he’d have to skip all the theatrics and just
eliminate Moe entirely.
“Not at all,” she confessed, “he was mean to me and he’d rather me be dead… I
miss my Mum sometimes, though.”
He worked very hard not to let out a loud breath of relief. He had to show at
least some civility when it came to a conversation about her father. But she
didn’t talk much about her mother. “What was your mother like?”
“I don’t remember much, I was so young when she died. I just know that she was…
sad a lot. But there were times when she’d bathe me and sing to me. I loved
when she read to me. I don’t have too many memories of her except for those and
when she died. But I miss the moments we shared, you know?”
“Yes, of course. It’s natural to miss those moments, especially since they
meant so much to you.”
She nodded and finally placed the roses on the nightstand and made room for him
on the bed. It felt like the most natural thing when she snuggled into him and
put her hands in his soft, silky hair. Hewas now all she had in the world. Her
father was dead to her. Her mother was actually dead. Everyone she ever loved
was gone. And that was okay. She was beyond happy with him.
“I love you,” she stated softly while raking her fingertips through his hair.
He made a noise of contentment in the back of his throat and smiled. “I love
you too, Sweetheart.”
Every I love youhe received from Belle was a shot of happiness to the heart. He
fell asleep to Belle’s gentle touch and soft humming. She succumbed to sleep as
well, feeling grateful for the life she has with him.
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He woke up from the best nap he ever had. And his sleeping beauty made it even
better. Belle had rolled over onto her stomach in her sleep, like she always
did. Her mauve nightdress was open back, revealing the soft skin of her back
and the sharp bones of her shoulder blades. He could see the rise and fall of
her chest as she breathed, a reminder that she was real. All those nights he
spent thinking and dreaming of her seemed so far away now that he actually had
her.
He really could just kill Moe, for all he did to her. He could rid the world of
that bastard and never have to deal with him again… But if Belle found out, she
would never forgive him. She may have hated her father but he knew she wouldn’t
want him dead. Belle was too sweet that way. However, he could make it look
like an accident… Moe was a drunk, after all. He could just trip and fall.
Right now, Belle was too tempting. He was half hard just thinking about her and
he wondered if that would go away the more they had sex… Probably not but it’d
be nice to not get hard all the time by simply thinking about her because he
did that a lot.
He moved slowly, tracing his finger along the column of her spine. And then he
pressed light kisses up until he met her neck. The floral scent of her hair
wafted its way to his nose and made him almost fully erect. Belle started to
wake up when he placed open-mouthed kisses on her neck. A smile crept on her
lips, making him smile.
“Wake up, my angel,” he whispered playfully into her ear while dragging the hem
of her gown up her thighs so that it rested on her hips.
“Mmmm, what time is it?” Her voice was raspy from sleep.
“It’s a little after noon.”
Belle giggled when he kissed a sensitive spot on her neck. A hand was caressing
her thigh and the heat of his body sent a warm, tingling feeling everywhere.
“W-What are you doing?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
His fingers were making their way to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and
she could already feel her body awaken to his touch. “No, don’t please,” she
sighed.
He didn’t stop. Instead, he snuck his hand between her body and the bed and
cupped between her legs so he could feel how damp she was already. Belle moaned
at his touch and so did he. “Good girl.”
Her hips grinded into his touch and with the movement, she gasped at the feel
of his erection. Then, she wanted nothing more than to have sex with him. “Can
we?”
He’s the one who initiated this whole thing, so he wasn’t about to say no. “Of
course,” he replied softly.
Belle moved to lie on her back but he put more of his weight on her to pin her
down. “What-“
“Let’s try like this,” he suggested.
She trusted him with all her heart, especially when it came to things like sex.
But how did sex work if she wasn’t facing him? “How?”
“You’ll see, my love. Trust me.”
She remained compliant after that. He grabbed a small throw pillow on the bed
and placed it under her hips to elevate them. After he gently tugged her
underwear off, he teased her more with soft touches and kisses.
This would be their first time making love in his bed, in his home. Obviously,
sex wasn’t entirely new to them but he still wanted this to be special for her.
His pants came off and he brushed his erection against her soft, pink slit.
He gently pushed his cock in until he was fully enclosed in her. A small moan
from his little girl was heard when he was all the way in. At this point in
their sexual relationship, she didn't have to worry about pain anymore. All she
felt was wonderful pleasure.
And this pleasure was the same but different. Perhaps it was because she
couldn’t see him but she swore she felt moreof him. Belle closed her eyes to
focus on the sensations she was feeling. One of her favorite parts of sex was
how close she felt to him when she looked at him. But this was pretty good too.
Wolfgang was being as gentle as he could but he was fighting not to lose
control.
His little Belle was moaning and breathing hard underneath him, her hands
gripped the sheets. To add to her pleasure, he slipped a hand into the v-line
of her gown and fondled her breasts. In response, she arched her back and
inhaled sharply.
He unknowingly thrust harder because it felt so good. For being as
inexperienced as she was, it sure as hell felt like Belle knew what she was
doing. But she was doing what came natural to her. Her body reacted to his and
she always listened, never tried to fight it. They were meant for each other so
she knew to trust her physical instincts.
With his harsh movements, the pillow underneath her pelvis was increasing the
stimulation. This was exactly what she wanted to feel. The tension mounting up
so high that the release would be great.
And it was. Oh god, yes, it was.
Belle's hips instinctively bucked back against him. It felt so amazing that
Wolfgang had to hold on to the headboard and clench his jaw while his thrusts
got faster and sharper. Suddenly, Belle was crying out as her orgasm rippled
through her body. Her Daddy grunted and cursed until he, too, was consumed by
an orgasm.
“Baby, you’re wonderful,” he sighed before rolling off of her.
She giggled and rolled over so that she was cuddling with him. “So are you,
Daddy. That was fun!”
With a smile, he finally kissed her on the lips. She happily kissed him back
until they stopped for air.
“Can I hear more about Rumplestiltskin and Princess Belle?” she asked
excitedly.
He had almost forgotten about the story, he was so wrapped up in orgasmic
bliss. But he remembered and obliged once he caught his.
“The beautiful Princess Belle agreed to go with the beast in exchange for the
safety of her kingdom. When they arrived at his castle, he informed her of her
duties as the caretaker to his estate. She would cook, clean, launder his
clothes, serve him his tea, and skin the pelts of the children he hunted.”
“He what?!”
He grinned at her horrified expression. “That was a quip, my love.”
“Oh… Good. He’s far too nice to hunt children.”
“He’s not nice.He’s the darkest wizard of all! Even the bravest of men fear to
mention him by name!”
Belle wasn’t having it. “Mmm, no, he’s nice. Deep down, he has a soft heart.”
“Well, then, why does he lock her in a dungeon?” he shot back.
“He locks her in a dungeon?! Why?”
“She’s the help.”
“Well, he's rude! Just because she’s his maid doesn’t mean she’s not a human
being.”
“He's the dark one. He doesn’t care.”
“Yes, he does. He’s just putting on a façade because he wantsher to fear him.
She’s the only one who doesn’t show him fear. He’s so used to people fearing
him that he doesn’t know how to handle compassion.”
He spent a short moment staring at her, amazed that she was always striving to
find or create good in someone. “Maybe you're right.”
“I know I’m right,” she stated with a smile and kissed him again.
Belle knew it was just a story. But it was their story and she couldn’t stand
the idea of Rumple being mean and evil. Rumple was a good man.
                                     XXXX
Her body was warm and relaxed because of the bath she had just taken. Belle was
looking at herself in the mirror, adoring her new soft, pink satin nightgown.
Wolfgang was changing his shirt because Belle accidentally splashed him. At
least, that’s what she claimed.
There was something different about her. She could feel it. Sex was a regular
thing for them now. It was well over a month since they first made love and
ever since then, the sexual aspect of their relationship was stronger.
As she was studying her body in the mirror, she realized she hadn’t had her
period since they got back from the cabin… And they hadn’t used condoms, like
they encouraged in health class. Belle never questioned that part of sex. She
just assumed Daddy knew what he was doing…
Could she be pregnant?
Her heart raced at the thought. They had never discussed having a family
before. Quite frankly, he was all the family she needed right now. But Belle
surprisingly found herself excited at the thought. Having a baby would be
awesome! That way, she wouldn’t be so lonely while Daddy was working. And she
could love this baby the way nobody had loved her growing up.
Belle decided to tell him a little later that night. He had finished brushing
her hair and they were getting ready for bed. He was sitting up in bed while
checking his email on his phone and Belle was at the foot of his bed, waiting
for him to put his phone down.
He wasn’t paying attention to her though and she was getting restless. “Daddy?”
“Yes, my love.” He answered distractedly because he was still on his phone.
She crawled up the bed and perched herself right next to him. “I have to tell
you something.”
“What is it?”
It must have been a really important email or something because he still hadn’t
looked up at her.
She was nervous and excited but she had to say it now or else she'd chicken
out. “I think I’m pregnant,” she announced.
His phone fell onto his lap mid-scroll, his blood went cold, and his heart
dropped down to his balls. It was impossible. He knew that.. But Belle didn’t.
And he didn’t want to have this conversation so soon. Especially not when she
actually looked excited at the thought.
“Why do you think that?” he asked carefully.
She shrugged. “I haven’t had my period in over a month. What else could it be?”
He didn’t know but certainly not a pregnancy. “Do you, um… Do you wanta baby?”
She smiled timidly. “I don’t know… I haven’t really thought about it. I kind of
thought it would just be me and you. But a baby would be cool too. I could have
someone to keep me company while you’re gone and you'd make a wonderful
father.”
He put on a small smile for her and tried to keep the threatening sadness out
of his voice. “You'd make a wonderful mother.”
“Can you get a test from the store after work tomorrow?”
It was unnecessary. He already knew the results. This moment would probably be
the most prudent time to tell her about his condition. However, she was looking
down at her very flat stomach and placed her hands on it, obviously trying to
picture what she'd look like if she was actually pregnant, and he didn’t have
the heart to tell her. Not now.
“Yeah, I’ll get one.”
The wide grin on her face should have brought him happiness but it was hard
when it was the result of the false hope he was giving her.
“This is so exciting!” she cheered and kissed him.
It took him by surprise and it was a good second before he realized he should
kiss her back and act just as excited. So he did. He kissed her hard, rolled
her over, and kissed her harder.
The sex that followed was enjoyable for Belle. It was enjoyable for him too but
his mind was preoccupied. With every thrust, he hoped that, for once, life
would do him this favor so that this would be the time his sperm could
cooperate and give Belle a baby. He was so preoccupied that he managed to make
Belle cum twice before he finally let go.
She fell asleep shortly thereafter, excited for tomorrow night so that she
could get the results. Wolfgang hardly slept at all. The odds of Belle getting
pregnant were almost nonexistent. It’s why Milah left and if Belle learned that
he was cursed, she may try to leave too and he couldn’t lose her. There was no
point in buying a pregnancy test. There was no point in trying to build a
future with him that included children. He was useless and Belle would know
that soon enough.
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He was gone by the time Belle woke up, which she thought was strange. He always
kissed her goodbye before leaving. It must be because he's excited to get home
and give her the test.
In reality, he was terrified of confronting her. She was going to find out
sooner or later so it'd be best to confess now before this got out of hand. His
anxiety levels hadn’t been this high for a long time. He couldn’t sleep and he
couldn’t eat. His ultimate fear was losing Belle.
When he first met her, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He saw her
everywhere, especially in his dreams. She hardly ever saw him but he would lurk
around in alleyways just to catch a glimpse of her walking home from school.
Then there were those nights he'd watch her from across the street of her
house. Some nights, she'd leave her bedroom curtains open while she studied or
read. Those were his favorite nights. For two years, Belle was all he thought
about. She was his obsession and now that they were finally together and happy,
he didn’t want to ruin it.
He didn’t buy the pregnancy test. It was well after dinner but he didn’t worry
about Belle. She could manage dinner on her own. He was dreading the
conversation that awaited him but it had to happen.
She wasn’t in his room, which was where she'd usually be at this time of night
so he checked her room. She was sitting anxiously on her bed when he came in.
“Sorry I’m late, Sweetheart. I got caught up in my work and I didn’t get the
test.”
He waited for a reaction. “It’s okay,” she said softly but her voice was
shakey, “I- I’m not pregnant.”
She looked up at him with watery eyes, looking both disappointed and ashamed.
“How do you know?”
“I started bleeding this afternoon. I was just late.” Belle started sniffling
and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her knit cardigan.
A sense of relief washed over him because she wouldn’t be mad about him not
getting the test but it was quickly replaced with more guilt for making her
cry.
He sat next to her and hugged her. “Belle, it’s okay.”
“You were so excited and so was I! I didn’t want to disappoint you!”
“You could never disappoint me, my love. This isn’t your fault,” he attempted
to ease her distress.
“I know it’s not technically my fault… But it feels like it.”
This was his window. It’s now or never. “Belle, it’s my fault.”
She paused in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I- I can’t have kids. I have a condition that prevents me from impregnating
you… That’s why my marriage fell apart. My ex-wife wanted a child and I
couldn’t give her one.”
When she shifted on the bed, he thought this was it. She'd be heartbroken and
want nothing to do with him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, more out of
concern than anger.
“I was afraid I'd lose you. Especially because there’s no future with me. And
when you told me you thought you were pregnant, you looked so happy, I didn’t
want to ruin it. I’m sorry, Belle. I should have told you sooner.”
Her Daddy was so full of regret. It obviously wasn’t his fault either. “Daddy,
it’s okay,” she said assuredly, “I don’t blame you but you should have just
told me. My future is with you, baby or no baby. I was happy because I thought
you were happy. But I wouldn’t stop loving you because of something you can’t
control.”
“You’re not mad?”
“No, I’m not mad. But I don’t want secrets between us either, okay?”
Wolfgang couldn’t believe this. He thought Belle would be crushed at the news.
“Okay… No more secrets,” he promised.
“Would you want a baby?”
There was a pause as he considered his answer. “Like you, I hadn’t really
thought about it. You’re all I need.”
“Did you want one when you were married?”
“It’s hard to say. I’ve never pictured myself as a father so I never really
considered kids.”
A baby with Milah would have been a recipe for dysfunction. But a baby with
Belle… He wouldn’t mind. If it were possible, he probably would have
impregnated her intentionally so that they’d have something to keep them
together. She'd be less likely to leave him with a child and he was sure he'd
love anything that was a product of their love.
“I know you'd make a good father. You’ve taken good care of me so far.” She
smiled and took his hand. “You know, we don’t need a child to have a future.
There are plenty of people who live fulfilled lives without children. And we
have so many years to decide what we want. Right now, I just want to be with
you.”
Belle was too precious. Milah had flipped when she found out she wouldn’t get
pregnant through him but Belle accepted him. He pulled her in the tightest hug
and told her how much he loved her.
She reciprocated the hug and proclamation of love. Sure, she had been a little
disappointed that she wasn’t going to have a baby, especially since she spent
half her morning talking to a baby she was sure was inside her tummy. She was
also excited at the thought of having company, or having someone to occupy her
because sometimes Daddy worked too much and she got lonely.
But she was only eighteen. And babies were a huge responsibility she probably
wasn’t ready for… Who knows? Maybe things would change later and some
scientific breakthrough would allow them to conceive. There was also adoption.
Maybe they could just have a bunch of puppies!
Belle didn’t needa baby. Her Daddy was enough. He was her family and they were
happy.
Chapter End Notes
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***** I'm Gonna Have My Way With You (Daddy's Little Monster) *****
Chapter Summary
     Belle is going through a phase. Gold gets in trouble by Belle when he
     lets his work get in the way of her needs.
Chapter Notes
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There was something wrong with Belle. Well, not wrong… Just different.There’s
no other way to put it except that she was borderline hypersexual. She wanted
it all the time.
Now, given that Wolfgang had spent two years fantasizing and lusting after his
little girl, he wasn’t ungrateful. But Belle was almost insatiable. He was a
middle-aged man and even though his cock may as well belong to an excited
teenager wherever Belle was concerned, even he had a refractory period.
Sex was a regular thing for them. They would do it once a day, sometimes once
every other day. Lately, however, it was about three times a day, at least. Her
hormones skyrocketed for no reason.
The only time he could get some rest was at work. He left extra early this
morning, before she could wake up so that he could regain some energy. Belle
was his entire world. But his body needed a little break.
Today was no different when it came to Belle’s needs. She was a bit… confused
when her Daddy was nowhere to be seen on Thursday morning. But he worked hard
all the time so she assumed he wanted an early start.
On the bright side, he always got home at five.
She had spent her day cleaning the kitchen and waiting for him, knowing he
usually came home around this time.
As soon as he walked through the door and hung his coat on the rack, Belle
attacked him with a hug. “I missed you!”
He was about to respond but her lips were on his before he could. The kiss was
eager and excited, making up for any kisses they should have shared in the
morning. Her little body was clinging tightly to him with no intention of
letting go, so he let his cane fall and returned her embrace.
“I missed you too, my love,” he managed to whisper on her lips.
She giggled and resumed kissing him. Then she was leading him to the couch, the
nearest soft surface.
“Belle, what-“ he felt the edge of the couch cushion on the back of his calves
and Belle lightly pushed him to make him sit. She straddled him quickly and he
pretty much stopped thinking once she was kissing the life out of him.
His body reacted accordingly and he was already hard for her. “We should go
upstairs,” he suggested.
That wasn’t an option for Belle. She needed him now or she would burst. “No,
right here! We've never done it right here or like this, with me on top. Can
I?”
It would have been physically impossible for him to say no at this point and
this was a frequent fantasy of his whenever they would sit down and watch a
movie. “Okay.”
Her excited grin was reward enough but she was a gift that kept giving. He
meant to tease her when he slid his hand under her skirt but the joke was on
him when he felt she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She was so fucking wet, he
couldn’t stop touching her.
At his touch, she moaned in relief. This need for him felt so urgent, like she
hadn’t been touched in ages. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since her
last orgasm but it may as well have been.
She started kissing him frantically and, in the process, loosened his tie and
undid a couple of buttons on his shirt. Already, she liked the feeling of being
on top. The sense of control she had over him only made her want him more,
which she didn’t think possible.
He took her shirt off but he left her black lace bralette on. It looked pretty
and complemented her burgundy skirt and signature black thigh highs. He kissed
her neck and chest, wanting to take his time in admiring her body. Belle let
him kiss her and run his hands over her body, but only for a moment. Then she
was unbuckling his belt and getting his pants down. He was fully hard and ready
for her and she couldn’t wait to get it inside of her.
Biting her lip with a lustful grin, she took him in hand and stroked him a few
times before lining him up with her. Belle sank down easily, she was so wet.
The second he was inside her, he knew he was in trouble. Ever since this
hypersexual Belle revealed herself, his main concern was not having the energy
to keep up with her needs. Sometimes, he worried about taking too long to
finish. Today, however, that would not be a problem.
Belle was so hot, as if her sexual frustration had caused a fire in her, and it
felt so damn out of this world, he now worried about not lasting long enough.
“Oh my god, Belle,” he breathed heavily and threw his head back.
Yes, she definitely liked being on top. It was so worth the wait because she
knew this orgasm was going to be big. She could feel it in her bones.
Once she started to slowly move her hips, it got harder for him to contain
himself. He had half a mind to overpower her and lie her down so he could fuck
her hard until he came. This was her moment, though. She asked for this.
The more she got used to the motions, the more fun it became. She went a little
faster, experimentally rolling her hips.
“Is that good?” she panted.
“God, yes!” he assured through a clenched jaw. “Amazing, keep going.”
She did. Harder. Not even the tight grip he had on her hips could save him. It
didn’t help that one of her hands was gripping his hair the way he liked.
Belle didn’t really know what she was doing, only that it felt wonderful. She
rode his cock faster and each roll of her hips had her closer to climax.
Wolfgang nearly lost himself when she picked up the speed and moaned freely.
But Belle was the one trying to lose herself. He watched in awe as her face was
scrunched in pleasure and she fucked him with abandon. She was using his body
like a sex toy and he couldn’t be happier.
“Belle!” he gasped, desperately trying to control himself. “Baby, I’m gonna
cum!”
“No!” she whined breathlessly. She was right on the precipice, if he could just
wait for her. “Not yet! Daddy, please!”
“Fuck!” It was too late. He had tried to contain himself for her sake but he
was gone, his hips spasming up into his little girl, groaning and shooting his
cum into her.
All was good, though. Watching her Daddy cum for her like that, apparently, had
been the push she needed. She felt him harden significantly and a rush of
warmth as his cock pulsed inside of her, and that’s when she shouted. The hand
in his hair pulled harder and her eyes rolled back while she rode out the
longest orgasm she ever had.
She slumped against him and they were both catching their breaths until they
could think clearly. “Sorry, Sweetheart.”
“For what?” she asked with her head resting against his shoulder.
“I couldn’t wait for you. You felt so amazing, I couldn’t,” he admitted.
Belle smiled and chuckled. “It's okay, I came anyway. I loved it.”
She kissed him languidly and they both lied on the couch, with Belle laying on
top of him, listening to his heartbeat through his chest. They laid there
silently, enjoying each other’s presence and recovering from their intense sex.
Belle recovered much more quickly and felt desire slowly creeping up again.
“Can we do it again?” she asked with a hopeful expression.
He was barely recovered enough to remember they had to eat. He raised an
eyebrow and flipped her over so that he was now on top. She yelped, then
laughed at his spontaneity.
“You want to go again? We haven’t even had dinner yet.”
“Dinner can wait… Please, you can be on top, if you want.”
“Belle, I’m a little tired right now,” he finally admitted, for the first time.
“We can be quick! If I’m on top again, you won’t even have to do any work!”
He wondered how the hell she could have so much energy after what they just
did. Her diamond blue eyes were wide in anticipation but he couldn’t do it
right now.
“I’ll tell you what,” he whispered, placing a lingering kiss on her neck, right
under her ear, “Why don’t we have dinner first? Then, you can maybe read one of
your books, or watch a movie, afterwards you can take a bath. And right before
bed, I will make you cum as many times as you want.”
As many times as she wanted?
“How?”
He used his tongue to kiss a particularly sensitive spot on her neck and her
breath hitched. “You know.”
The tingly sensation she felt had her wishing it was bedtime already. Sure,
she'd have to wait for it. But maybe that made it all the more worth it.
“Okay,” she agreed in a hushed, excited tone.
Thank goodness she agreed because he was starving.
When bedtime arrived, he kept his promise. Even though she had so much energy
earlier, she only got through two orgasms (one oral and one penetrative-
although they were very good, in her defense) before she fell into a blissful
sex coma. It was the most satisfying result he could ask for.
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He was stressed the fuck out. In trying to reach his goal of taking all that
Maurice French has, he went for the flower shop, like he promised. He didn’t
anticipate Moe getting a lawyer. The drunk had no case against him but there
was still a shit ton of paperwork he now had to do. He was holed up in his home
study while Belle waited for him to come to bed.
It was the weekend so he was home all day but Belle hardly saw him. They ate
dinner together and he told her he'd be with her before bed but it was well
past bedtime and she was waiting to surprise him. After another ten minutes of
waiting had gone by, she decided to bring the surprise to him.
Wolfgang didn’t look up when she opened the door, even though he knew she was
there. All his concentration was centered on the document in front of him. His
case had to be airtight if he wanted to destroy Moe's livelihood.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come to bed,” she said, thinking he was finally
going to look up and give her all his attention.
“Yeah, just give me a few minutes. I’ll be there in a bit.”
Belle knew if he just looked at her, he'd like what he saw.
“You've been in here all day. Let’s get in bed,” she suggested in a tone that
alerted him to exactly what she wanted him in bed for. He had fucked her twice
in the morning, hoping that would satisfy her daily needs. He didn’t have time
right now.
“Sweetheart, I’m a little busy. Not right now..”
He sounded stressed… She knew what would help. Why wasn’t he paying attention
to her?
Belle walked behind his desk as he was writing something.
“But I want you right now.”
“Belle-“
“You’re too stressed, let me help you.”
“I can’t-“
She wasn’t taking no for an answer. She took the hand that was writing and
placed it on her thigh. “We can do it right here. Please, Daddy-”
“God damn it, Belle, I said not now!!” he snapped and looked up at her.
She startled at his reaction and flinched back.
The second she did that, he knew what an ass he was.
His Belle was wearing those lovely black thigh high socks he loved so much. And
she paired them with one of his dress shirts, a blue one that brought out her
eyes. It was only half buttoned, providing him a teasing view of her red laced
underwear.
He couldn’t speak, she looked so gorgeous and put so much effort into trying to
get his attention. Now, she had it and he couldn’t stop staring.
With an angry huff and scowl, she stomped away and slammed his door shut. Then,
he heard another resounding slam, which was more than likely her room door. He
ran his hands over his face and exhaled.
Fuck, he was going to pay for that… Why didn’t he just look at her and save
himself from this?
He was an idiot. He had all he ever wanted just a few doors down and instead,
he paid more attention to his work. The image of her in those clothes… or lack
thereof, was now seared into his brain and doing things to his body… and
reminding him of how bad he fucked up tonight. Yeah, he was most definitely
going to pay.
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“Belle,” he called out and knocked on her door.
“Go away!” she shouted.
“I’m sorry I yelled. Open the door and come to bed.”
“No, go away!”
Wolfgang knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. “Come on, Sweetheart, don't be
like this. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“I said, GO AWAY!!”
She threw something at the door. He didn’t know what but it was soft given the
muffled thump.
He deserved that. Hell, he deserved a little more than that.
Belle wasn’t backing down. He checked the doorknob in the hope that she forgot
to lock it but she was thorough.
After a short pause, he spoke softly, “Belle, please, open the door.”
There was silence for a moment, and then he heard quick footsteps. She did open
the door, but only to quickly shove his shirt into his arms before angrily
shutting it once more.
“There, I opened it! You can go back to work now!”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I don’t care, leave!”
Why was she being so stubborn? “Belle-“
“Leave me alone!!” she screamed.
He sighed in resignation before muttering a good night and clutching on to the
shirt she wore. It smelled like her and he still felt her warmth.
Sleep didn’t come easy. Being in bed with Belle had become a privilege that he
was so used to, one he took for granted, and now she was in her room, which
felt like miles away. How could he sleep without listening to the sound of her
breathing or without her body cuddling into his?
Sure, he could easily use his key to unlock her door and force a confrontation.
But he gathered she wouldn’t like that much. Especially after he promised not
to use them. He even took down the cameras he once had for surveillance now
that she was almost certainly going to stay.
Belle wouldn’t leave his head. He could have had her in his bed, in his shirt,
right now if he had fucking paid attention. All of the things he could have
done to her in that shirt…
He had to resort to masturbation, which he hadn’t done since he and Belle
consummated their relationship, and it was really quite nothing compared to
what he could have felt with her. When he did fall asleep, he kept waking up
thinking any little noise was her finally coming to bed. Life, however, was not
particularly kind to him this night.
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Coffee was his drink of choice the following morning. The morning sun lit the
kitchen with its bright yellow and orange hues, mocking him with all its
brightness as if everything was fine and dandy.
It almost was fine when Belle surprisingly entered the kitchen.
But she went straight to the refrigerator, not giving any indication that she
noticed him. Sometimes, she was so caught up in her head that that could very
well be the case.
“Good morning,” he stated, making his presence known while she went through the
fridge.
His little girl didn’t even glance in his direction. She simply continued to
find breakfast.
“If you’re hungry, I can make you something,” he suggested.
Belle grabbed an apple, yogurt, and a water bottle before walking away.
“Seriously? You’re giving me the silent treatment? You did nothing but shout at
me last night and now you're going to ignore me?” he asked her before she was
out of the room.
She was very good at this. He may as well have not been in the room with the
way she walked away.
It was going to be an excruciating long day for him… Apparently, life wasn’t
going to be particularly kind to his day either.
He spent lunch in a restless silence. This felt like the longest he’d ever gone
without her presence and he found himself bored out of his mind. Not even his
unfinished work appealed to him. Belle didn’t step outside for lunch, which
made him worry. An apple and yogurt wasn’t a filling breakfast. Was she
starting a hunger strike too?
Dinner was spent alone as well. He ordered a pineapple pizza to get her
attention but she didn’t come out right away. It was nearly bedtime when she
finally stepped out, thinking he'd be in his bed, or more likely in his office
since he spent so much time in there anyway.
She was disappointed when he was still at the table.
“I've been waiting for you, Sweetheart.”
He didn’t exist to her. She simply put a slice of pizza on a plate and went for
another water bottle.
“Just one? You've hardly eaten all day.”
No response.
“Belle, how long are you going to keep this up?”
Until she felt like it.
“I really miss you. I hardly slept without you.”
He should have thought about that before snapping at her. He shouldn’t have
ignored her.
She took her plate and left, ignoring him when he called out her name.
His patience was wearing thin. He already spent one night without her, how the
hell was he supposed to survive another?
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She secretly liked how upset he was. It would teach him a lesson and show him
what she felt.
Admittedly, she missed him too and struggled to fall asleep. But knowing he was
this upset seemed like the perfect punishment. He needed to know there were
consequences to his actions.
He waited and waited downstairs. She had to come down once more. If he knew
her, she would want to put her dish away and maybe even get a snack before bed.
His plan was to wait and corner her so that she'd be forced to speak to him.
Belle was disappointed once more to find him still waiting for her. It would be
much easier to ignore him if he wasn’t around every single time she left her
room.
Wolfgang almost forgot his plan when he saw her in one of her shorter, sheer
nightgowns. This one was paired with a rose-pink silk robe. Intentional or not,
this was torture.
“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry? Baby, please, talk to me.”
No. He didn’t want to look at her last night. So she wasn’t going to talk to
him tonight.
It was clear that Belle wasn’t going to respond. He needed to use
countermeasures.
The last she heard from him was a sigh before he walked away. At least he was
finally suffering the consequences.
She finished her Oreos and milk in the peace of the kitchen. The crickets
chirped and the whirring of the refrigerator was somewhat soothing and allowed
her to think.
Maybe she'd talk to him tomorrow. By then she might be less mad.
His love was going to talk to him whether she liked it or not. This was too
much for him. She could yell at him, although he'd prefer not, so long as he
heard her voice and knew she cared enough to verbally communicate with him.
Belle was heading into her room, ready to read a few more chapters of her
latest book and then sleep. What she didn’t plan was for him to be sitting on
her bed, holding his cane in front of him in the way that reminded her of a
king on his throne. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbow and
made him look more intimidating and somehow more attractive. She glared at him
and crossed her arms.
“I’m not leaving until we resolve this.”
She should have known something was up the moment he left her alone in the
kitchen. He never gave up that easily.
This was a good move on his part. Where could she go from here? Sure, there was
a spare bedroom but it didn’t have her books. Then there was his room but
that’s exactly what he wanted. The couch was comfortable enough to have sex on
but she couldn’t stop him from going in there.
Ultimately, she was trapped. But she didn’t utter a word.
“Are you going to speak to me?” he asked.
His Belle continued to glare at him. She wasn’t going to make this easy.
“Okay, I get it. I lashed out on you and that was wrong. But I said I’m sorry!
What more do you want?”
“You yelledat me!” she stated bitterly, giving him some relief.
Belle didn’t like being yelled at. It reminded her of her father. And she hated
feeling like she did something wrong.
“I know, my love. I don’t know what came over me-“
“I was trying to surprise you and you ignored me!”
“I know! It won't happen again. I promise, you have my undivided attention from
now until the end of time. Just talkto me, I can’t stand this silence anymore.”
Her demeanor seemed to calm after she took a deep breath. “It’s the weekend…
You're usually here with me all day on weekends but this time you spent it
working. I just wanted to spend time with you and surprise you.”
He nodded and set his cane aside before holding his hand out. She hesitated to
take it but she did it anyway and he pulled her in to sit on his lap.
“That was very thoughtful of you. You know, you looked very beautiful last
night.”
His voice was softer and lower. The way it got when he sounded sincere.
“Really?”
A grin was threatening to form on her lovely lips. “Mhmm, as beautiful as you
look now.”
She smiled and he brushed his fingers through her hair.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly look any more beautiful,” he added
and watched a slight blush creep up on her cheeks.
The tension alleviated when she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in
closely. “I missed you too,” she said softly.
“Will you come to bed now?”
She bit her lip in contemplation. She could torture him some more and make sure
he really learned his lesson.
But he saw her hesitance and lightly slid his hand up her smooth thigh. Belle’s
heart sped up and she found herself wanting to make up for the whole day’s lack
of affection.
She kissed him first. A teasing, soft touch of her lips on his. He pulled her
in tighter and deepened the kiss, using his tongue the second the opportunity
presented itself. He moaned at her taste, realizing just how much he missed it.
“I want us to sleep in here tonight,” she whispered when she broke apart from
the kiss.
“Okay,” he nodded and kissed her again.
She liked how fervently he was kissing her. It was good to know how much he
needed her after all his dedication to his work. This time, he was the one
eager to be intimate.
Belle decided not to make him wait too long. She adjusted herself on his lap
and could feel him half hard. She cupped him lightly and smiled when he moaned
in her mouth and felt him twitch.
He was thrilled to have her in his arms and even more thrilled that she was
touching him. His lips remained locked on hers while he slipped her robe off
her shoulders. He laid her on her back and moved his kisses onto her neck, then
her chest. And she wasn’t wearing a bra so he tugged the low neckline down and
kissed her breasts. She cried out and her back arched as she wove her hands in
his hair to hold him there. Belle was still learning about her body and things
that she liked or didn’t like. This, she liked.
To her, sex was not only a way to be closer to him, it was also a learning
experience. She learned more about him and about herself. And he was learning
more about her, as well.
For example, his little girl preferred multiple orgasms, for the most part. But
some nights, one big orgasm was all she needed. He was very good at listening
to her body and detecting what she needed. With the way she was clinging to
him, tonight would be a “multiple orgasm” kind of night.
He slipped his hand under her silk underwear and teased her with soft, light
touches. She was becoming more assertive in bed. She took his hand and made him
apply more pressure.
He released her nipple from his mouth and inserted two fingers into her wet,
inviting heat. She moaned and her body tightened.
“Patience, my love,” he spoke lowly.
“Don’t stop,” she instructed and used her hands to bring his mouth back to her
breasts.
This was a wonderful sign, considering she wasn’t speaking to him minutes
before. He used his teeth gently but firmly enough to punish her for her lack
of patience. Punishwasn’t exactly the right word though because she liked it.
It only took a few minutes of his expert strokes and suckling on her little
breasts before she tightened and came on his fingers.
Once again, his radar was correct when she didn’t even seem to take a breather.
He took his fingers out of her and she took off her underwear before untying
his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Then she moved on to her favorite part, his
belt and pants.
If this worked out and she got her way, she could probably have two more
orgasms. Belle didn’t even let him undress fully before she took him in hand.
He watched her play with him and in that moment, he realized that they had
never had sex in her bed.
Sure, they had touched each other in this room and this was where he first
tasted her sweet innocence… But he had never fuckedher in this room before.
Her gown was still pulled under her breasts, his marks all over her chest. The
pink of the sheets, the walls, her gown, her lips, even her nipples, were the
color of innocence and youth and beauty. The juxtaposition of what the room
symbolized and the ways he was going to defile her body with his twisted
fantasies was driving him mad with need. The need to feelher. The need to hear
her whimpers and moans.
He groaned when she tightened her grip around him. Her gaze was fixed admirably
on his manhood with genuine interest as she stroked him. Knowing what she was
doing to him always fascinated her and turned her on.
“Baby girl, look at me,” he requested.
Belle looked up with a smile. Her big blue eyes were filled with excitement and
lust. She bit her lip and fluttered her eyelashes and he found himself consumed
in her beauty.
In one smooth, single thrust, he was all the way inside her. He watched the way
her back arched and the way her jaw dropped and heard the cry of pleasure.
This wasn’t like the other times, Belle noticed. His movements were harder.
Usually, he started off gentle and then progressed. But right now, she guessed,
he was trying to make up for his mistake because he didn’t hold back at all.
And he was succeeding.
Each thrust hit deep inside and drove her crazy. She came suddenly. It was fast
but effective.
“Good girl,” he praised and kept going.
Her body wanted more. The little monster growing within her wanted more and was
ready to take. Lucky for her, the monster in him was ready to give.
She put her hands on his hips and guided him, causing his hips to snap into
her. He grunted with each sharp, guided thrust. And Belle grinned as she
controlled him.
Maybe that’s why she had been so angry with him. He had deniedher. Her Daddy
almost never denied her. When he yelled at her, that was out of her control.
She couldn’t control him.
But now she did. He started to fuck her so hard, she had to let go of him. He
was moaning words and phrases she almost didn’t understand because his accent
became heavier and she loved when that happened.
Her breath and her moans came more frequently as her orgasm gradually
approached. She could feel it… so close… right there.
It took one more forceful thrust to break her. She screamed before her body
writhed and her mind was clouded with euphoria. Wolfgang helped when he
followed her into that blissful moment and prolonged the orgasm with his harsh,
shallow movements. Her tight, pulsing cunt drained his cock and she was still
shaking when he collapsed on top of her.
Belle petted his hair while he gained enough of his sanity back. “You’re gonna
kill me, my love,” he growled playfully.
She smiled smugly. “At least you'll die happy, right?”
“Aye, the happiest I’ve ever been.”
He kissed her in the way that took her breath away. The kind of kiss where she
could feel his love flow into her. She loved that feeling and she loved him.
The night ended with her in yet another sex coma. The little monster was fully
satisfied… Belle always got her way with him.
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***** The Playmate *****
Chapter Summary
     A new character is introduced and triggers something in Belle...
Chapter Notes
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The loneliness crept up on her. She tried to occupy herself with her books and
television but it always came back. It’s not that she wasn’t happy with him,
because she was. But when he was gone she was left in silence. Her thoughts
took her to places she didn’t want to go and only hecould keep her safe from
all of it.
However, she wouldn’t admit what she was feeling. Belle couldn’t even accept it
herself. She didn’t think she was lonely,she was probably bored.
“Do you have to leave?” she asked as he was putting on his jacket.
He was wearing an all-black three-piece suit, one she would much rather take
off but he was leaving for work.
“It’s rent day, my love.”
“I know but… You can just stay here with me. Don’t you want to stay here with
me?”
There was something in her tone that made him feel on edge. “Of course, I want
to stay with you, Belle. But I have to work.”
A flash of light shone in her eyes, the kind of light he saw when she had an
idea. “M-maybe I can go with you?”
He stiffened and wondered what was going on in her head. “Belle-“
“I can stay in the back room and I’ll be really quiet!”
“Sweetheart…” he didn’t know what to say but his tone said it all.
“I know,” she finished resignedly. “It’s too risky.”
Those three words left her like an echo. They sounded hollow, like a lie or
excuse that’s been told over and over again. It made him feel uneasy and it
didn’t help that she wasn’t making eye contact with him. “Baby girl, look at
me.”
He was looking for any sign of tears in her ocean blue eyes but, to his small
relief, there were none.
“Soon, we’re going to be together, out in the world without a care. Until then,
I have to work to keep up appearances.”
She nodded with the faintest hint of a smile. She liked that he remembered his
promise to move them somewhere far. “Okay, I understand, Daddy.”
“Come here,” he said as he held out his hand.
She crawled towards the edge of the bed and stood on her knees. He pulled her
into his embrace and kissed her slowly enough that it was hypnotizing. When he
pulled away she softly whimpered in longing.
“I love you, Belle.”
“I love you too.”
“Have you eaten anything yet?”
She shook her head and lied back against the pillows. “I’m not hungry. I’m
still a little tired though so I’ll probably nap when you leave.”
She was still too thin. Belle wasn’t as emaciated as she was when she first
started living with him. But he noticed her eating habits were less frequent.
And when they ate together, she spent so much time talking rather than eating
that she got full very easily.
“Promise me you’ll eat something before that nap?”
“I will.”
It was days like this he wished he hadn’t taken out the surveillance cameras.
He knew there was something going on in that intelligent little brain of hers.
A couple of days ago, he came home from work and overheard her having a
conversation with herself. It was an innocent one. Belle was just trying to
figure out what she wanted to wear that night. The day after that, she was
passed out on her bed in the afternoon, even though she had a full night's
sleep the night before. And she started humming and singing to herself more
often. He once caught her singing something about waiting for a friend.
Wolfgang tried not to think too much into her recent behavior because if he
did, he'd have to accept that it was his fault.
However, after she suggested going to work with him, it became harder to
ignore.
Belle was lonely.
He hadn’t thought this through when he planned their future. He never
anticipated loneliness. Boredom, maybe, but that could be cured with books and
television and whatever else he could provide. The whole point of having her
was so that neither of them would be lonely.
He'd probably have to plan a trip to the cabin soon to take her mind off of it.
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It was around lunchtime when he decided to confront one of his tenants.
Jefferson Madden was a good guy, a bit troubled, but he had a past. Gold ran
background checks and did research on all potential tenants. Jefferson was the
first one he ever felt sorry for.
His past was a bit similar to his. Jefferson’s father also killed his mother
and attempted to kill a nine-year-old Jefferson by strangling him with a piano
wire before the authorities arrived and stopped him. The scar never went away.
He had no formal employment but he somehow managed to pay his rent on time
which led Gold to believe he may be involved in illegal activities. But he
wasn’t one to judge. As long as he got his money, he didn’t care. However, the
young man was two months behind on rent and Gold could no longer ignore it.
Out of pity and empathy, Wolfgang let Jefferson live in a small cottage on an
area of remote land just at the edge of town. He even lowered the cost of rent
and they both pretended he didn’t.
He knocked on his door but no reply came so he knocked again but harder.
Finally, he heard the multiple locks Jefferson installed click.
“Mr. Gold?” he greeted in a soft, tired voice through the small crack of the
door, “What are you doing here?”
“You’re two months behind on rent, Mr. Madden,” Gold spoke at a normal volume.
“I am?”
Jefferson looked terrible. There were dark circles under his eyes, his skin
looked pale, and his hair was everywhere.
“Yes, do you have my money or not?”
“Could you please lower your voice?”
Wolfgang was about to raise his voice when a sharp cry broke out from inside
the house. A baby’s cry.
“No, no, no, I just got her to sleep!”
He walked away and left Gold outside, confused. When he opened the door further
and let himself in, he saw that the house was a mess. Clothes were all over the
floor and empty baby formula cans were on the table.
Jefferson was standing by the couch, holding an infant and doing his best to
soothe her. “Please, go back to sleep. Please.” He pleaded to the baby.
“I didn’t know you had a child.”
“Neither did I. Until her mother died two months ago in a car accident and I
was called to pick up my six month old child.”
“I’m, uh, sorry to hear that.”
Jefferson looked like he was going to have a mental breakdown any minute.
“Look, it’s kind of hard to work with a baby to take care of. I don’t have your
money just yet…”
Then Wolfgang was struck with a brilliant idea. Belle wanted a friend and a
baby, he was pretty sure. That’s why she had been so excited about her false
alarm pregnancy. A baby would be the perfect companion for her. This child had
no idea who Belle was or that she was missing.
“How would you like a babysitter?”
Jefferson looked confused. Was Mr. Gold offering to watch his child? “What?”
“I know a girl who would love to watch her.”
“I don’t have money-“
“She’ll do it for free.”
Jefferson wasn’t buying it. This sounded too good to be true. “Who is she?”
He hesitated to answer. “She’s someone I care deeply for. And she would love to
watch your baby.”
“I don’t know, Mr. Gold,” Jefferson stated skeptically.
“I will forgive the past two month’s rent and next month’s if you do this for
me,” he all but pleaded to the man who should have been pleading to him. “Just
for a couple of hours, at least. You can get some much-needed sleep and clean
up this place.”
He was so exhausted and desperately in need of sleep that he started to
actually consider Gold’s proposal.
“I give you my word that no harm will come to her.”
Jefferson was broke and wouldn’t be able to afford next month’s rent either if
he didn’t start working soon.
He knew Mr. Gold was a man of his word. So he finally agreed.
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Belle was laying on the living room floor while watching reruns of a procedural
crime drama when her Daddy came home early. The first thing she saw was a car
seat in his hand.
She quickly sat up. “Is that a baby?!”
“Yes. Her name is Grace. She’s eight months old.”
Her whole face lit up and she hurried to the car seat where a blonde, blue-eyed
baby was bundled up. “Hi Grace!”
The baby looked up in wonder at Belle. Belle was so fixated on the baby that
she almost forgot to ask why or how he had a baby in the first place. She gave
him an uncertain look. “How did you get her?”
“I didn’t steal her,” he explained with a grin, “Her father needed a babysitter
and I suggested you. That is, assuming you wouldn’t mind?”
“No, I don’t mind! Can I- can I hold her?”
“Of course. You’re taking care of her, after all.”
She wasted no time getting Grace out of her car seat and held her. The baby was
so small and adorable. Belle never wanted to let go.
It warmed his heart to see her so excited, even if it was temporary. If things
went well, this could become a more frequent arrangement and Belle would have
something to keep her busy.
“I still have a few more things to take care of but I’m going to the store
before I come home. You want anything?”
She took a moment to answer as she was still fascinated with the baby.
“Strawberry ice cream.”
Belle smiled at him, obviously in a good mood now.
“Wonderful choice… Will you be okay staying here alone with her?”
She nodded assuredly. “Yes, I will. I promise.”
He gave her Grace's diaper bag and informed her of the baby’s needs which
Jefferson had made him repeat three times. A part of him worried when he left.
What if a baby was too much to handle on her own? What if something happened?
The rest of him was just glad Belle was happy and occupied.
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When he arrived home, Belle was no longer in the living room. He heard giggling
upstairs.
Belle was in her room with the baby. Both she and Grace were on her fuzzy white
rug and the baby was crawling. Before she could reach the edge of the rug,
where it met the hard wood floor, Belle crawled right in front of her.
“Where you going?!” she asked in a high pitched, baby talk voice.
Grace giggled and attempted to crawl to the other edge, which Belle followed
suit. Belle was absolutely wonderful with her. If Jefferson didn’t want a
babysitter, he may have to pay the man to let Belle play with his daughter.
“How’s everything going?” he asked, alerting her to his presence.
She smiled wide. “Wonderful! She’s such a sweet baby! I fed her baby food and
changed her diaper. It’s not as hard as I thought it would be.”
Jefferson made Grace seem like she was the devil's child with how exhausted he
was.
“I’m glad you’re having fun, my love. I brought dinner. Do you want to eat?”
Belle was eager to eat this time. She ate with the baby in her lap and gave her
blueberries to munch on. Throughout dinner, Belle described, in great detail,
how her day with Grace went.
“Who’s her father?” Belle asked when she finished her last forkful of salad and
chicken.
“Jefferson Madden.”
“Hmmm, I don’t think I know him.”
“He keeps to himself. He likes isolation.”
Belle smirked amusedly, “Like you.”
“Yes, I guess he and I have that in common.”
“And what about her mother?”
“She died,” he said gently.
“Oh no...” Belle looked down at the baby who currently had her fist in her
mouth. “You’re like me, Baby Grace. Except you’ll never know your mother… I
think you’ll be fine, though. As long as your father loves you. Does he love
her?” she directed towards Wolfgang.
“Very much, I think. He’s stopped working so he can take care of her.”
“That’s good,” she added with a soft smile.
When dinner was done, Belle made Grace a bottle and took her upstairs while he
cleaned up.
It was almost time for him to take Grace back home. He really hoped Jefferson
would agree to this arrangement.
His little girl was singing a soothing lullaby. She was cradling the sleeping
baby in her arms and looking adoringly down at her. Even he could see that she
was in love and he started to second guess his idea. She was already becoming
attached to this baby that wasn’t hers.
“Belle, Sweetheart, it’s- it’s time for me to take Grace home.”
Her dreamy expression fell as he burst the bubble of her fantasy world. “What?
Right now? Are you sure?” she asked, clutching onto the baby tighter.
“Yes, my love. Her father is expecting her soon.”
Belle took a long pause to cherish the last few moments she had with her.
“Okay,” she said solemnly. “I’ll take her down and put her in her car seat.”
He observed Belle as she kissed the baby on her forehead before gently placing
her in the car seat. Suddenly, she gasped. “Don’t leave yet!” she whispered
urgently and ran upstairs.
She returned with the small plush rabbit he gave her and laid it next to the
baby. “It’s her favorite,” she explained with a wide grin. “Goodbye, Baby
Grace.” Belle placed one last kiss on the baby’s forehead and looked up at him.
“Make sure you put her seat belt on. And drive slow.”
“Belle, I know. I drove her here, didn’t I?”
“I know but don’t forget.”
It was amazing how much she worried for the baby. “I won’t. I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting.”
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When he left, Belle didn’t know what she was feeling. She was happy that she
got to spend time with Grace and that should be enough. But she couldn’t help
that longing feeling. Grace was her first interaction with another new human
since Arthur, the boy she met at the ice cream shop a few months ago. And she
was an adorable baby! Everyone fell in love with adorable babies, right?
What she was feeling was normal.
Jefferson was waiting outside, looking much more put together than earlier,
when Gold arrived. “How was she?”
“Good. She’s been sleeping for the past hour.”
“Seriously?” He opened the car door and saw his daughter sleeping soundly. “She
never sleeps this early.”
“According to her babysitter, she’s a sweet, playful child. The stuffed animal
is a gift from her.”
Jefferson smiled reverently at Grace. Usually, at this time of night, she was
screaming her head off while he desperately tried to get her to sleep.
“I, uh, have a job to work on Monday and it’s a big one. Do you think this girl
could watch her then?”
“She'd love to.”
It felt good to know that he could go home bearing good news.
Jefferson thanked him and Gold went on his merry way. Belle was already in bed
with a book in her hands. It was the same book she read to Grace. The baby
loved Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and listened intently as if she could
understand what was going on.
“Did you enjoy babysitting?”
She closed the book and sat up. “Yeah, I loved it!”
“That’s good. Because she’s going to need someone to watch her on Monday and I
told her father you'd be up for it.”
“Yes! Of course! I can finish reading to her and I can show her the back
garden!” Belle exclaimed and hugged him. “Thank you so much for doing this!”
“You’re welcome, Sweetheart,” he responded automatically.
“I mean it… I really appreciate you doing this for me.”
“I love you, Belle. I’d do anything to make you happy.”
Except anything that risked her being taken from him.
“I know,” she grinned and started to undo his tie. “I can show you how much I
appreciate you.”
He swallowed hard and was already becoming aroused. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to. I’ve been thinking about it since before you left this morning.”
Belle licked her lips and unbuttoned his vest. There was a glint in her eyes.
Clearly, she had planned this. “What exactly did you have in mind?” he asked,
trying to keep his voice steady.
“Just lie down. I’ll do all the work.”
He obeyed, waiting to see what she was going to do. Her eyes were fixated on
his as she unbuttoned his shirt. He sighed softly when she trailed kisses along
his neck and chest.
Belle was going to experiment today. Her Daddy moaned and jerked his hips when
she wrapped her lips around his nipple. She chuckled and palmed his hardening
bulge. “God, Belle, you- unh!”
She had moved on to his other nipple and caught him off guard. As her tongue
made him harder, she unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper. Before he knew
it, he was literally in her hands. Her soft, warm hands that knew what they
were doing. His head was thrown back and he was so focused on how he felt in
her hands that he almost didn’t notice her kisses trailing lower and lower and
lower.
“Belle!” he exclaimed when he realized where she was going with this. “Wh-what
are you doing?”
She bit her lip while still stroking him. “I want to use my mouth on you… Like
you do with me.”
“Baby, you don’t have to. We can do something else.”
“But I want to,” she said seriously and gripped him a little harder, “I haven’t
tastedyou since the first time I touched you like this, remember? I want to try
again but this time straight from the source.” He simply looked at her in
astonishment. He never expected her to do this, ever. “You won’t deny me, will
you, Daddy?” his little girl challenged.
There was the little monster again, daring him to deny her. “How could I deny
such a beautiful face?”
She grinned wide in satisfaction and climbed up his body to indulge him in a
kiss. A short yet exciting kiss. Then she made her way back down to her
ultimate objective.
Belle hoped she did this right. He was always making her feel good and she
wanted to return the favor.
He didn’t take his eyes off her as she settled in between his legs. Her pretty
pink lips teased him as they were inches away from his cock and he could feel
her breath. She gave one small tentative lick to the head to taste. It was
certainly tolerable. And she thought it was cute how he twitched for her.
After another few teasing licks, she carefully wrapped her lips around the
head. His eyes were still on her while he drew in a sharp breath. He wanted to
commit this moment to memory and remember it forever.
Belle gradually took more of him into her mouth and bobbed her head up and
down. Once he was a few inches in, he threw his head back and closed his eyes
to really savor how hot her mouth was. His low moans spurred her on and in her
excitement, she went deeper too fast and ended up gagging.
“Slow down, my love. Take your time,” he said.
“Am I doing good so far?” she asked, her lips shining with saliva.
“Perfect.”
Her insecurities were washed away, replaced with confidence, and she continued
to slowly take him in until she got the hang of it. If she focused her
breathing, she could control her gag reflex and have more of him. She brought
her hand into the mix, touching what wouldn’t fit into her mouth just yet, and
that had him gripping the sheets hard in an attempt to control himself.
One of those defiling thoughts entered his mind and he imagined losing control
and just fucking her face until he released. Instead, he put his hand in her
hair and guided her.
“Just like that, Baby,” he moaned encouragingly, “just like that.”
His little girl locked sparkly blue eyes with him and the picture and
sensations almost became too much for him. She was so beautiful and innocent
and her pink lips looked beautiful wrapped around him. Belle took his scrotum
in her hand and sucked a little harder and that is what made him come undone
with a groan.
His hips jerked and he came inside her pretty, hot mouth. His mind was clouded
with bliss while she continued to suck him off. Belle swallowed him down and he
witnessed her wipe a droplet of his seed off her chin and lick it off her
thumb. It was probably the most erotic thing he ever had the pleasure to
witness.
Belle crawled her way back up to him, smiling satisfactorily.
“Did you like it?”
“You were incredible.” He pulled her in and kissed her with vigor, even tugging
on her lip before he broke the kiss. “I think it’s your turn,” he growled and
made her breath catch.
He had her sit on his face. She was apprehensive, at first, because she was
afraid she’d hurt him. But it very easily turned into one of the best
experiences she’s ever had. It ended with her screaming and grinding into his
face while he eagerly ate her out. It was now his favorite view of her because
he got to watch her little body and face react. He was much more consumed by
her and that’s what he wanted.
The night ended with Belle much happier than when the day started and he felt
so relieved. For a good moment, he started to think the terrible thought that
maybe she wasn’t so happy being here with him and that terrified him. But he
could forget about that now…
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Monday morning came and Belle was so excited to have Grace again. She had Daddy
go to the store the night before and buy organic fruits and vegetables so she
could make sure the baby ate healthier food. The baby was wide awake and
excited to see her when he brought her in. Her chubby baby legs kicked in
excitement.
“I think she missed you,” he stated amused.
“I missed her too!”
Belle immediately got Grace out of her car seat and held her in her arms.
“Hello, Baby Grace!”
The baby laughed at Belle and then he was basically invisible to his little
girl. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to bid him farewell as he was
leaving for work… He had become accustomed to longer kisses on the lips… This
child was already taking a part of her heart and he didn’t want to think about
what some of those implications suggested.
He gathered Belle probably felt somewhat like this on the day he ignored her
and snapped at her.
At this rate of falling in love, Belle’s longing for a child may match Milah's
and that’s when he'd have to take desperate measures. Or maybe she would fall
so in love with Grace that, should Jefferson decide to stop these babysitting
sessions, she may actually fall into a depression. Maybe she would love Grace
more than him and prefer being around her instead of him.
Perhaps his bright idea may not really be so great, after all.
Work was difficult. He kept thinking about Belle and wondering what she was
doing. Not even trying to sabotage Moe appealed to him. His paranoid mind was
getting the better of him and he wanted to make sure Belle was okay.
She was surprised to see him home so early. He was only gone a few hours and
that was so unlike him. “What happened to work?”
“It’s a slow day. I’d rather spend it in your presence.”
“Since you’re here, we can show her the backyard and all of the roses!”
The excitement in her eyes made it impossible to want to do anything else.
“Yeah, we can do that.”
“Great! I’ll go change her clothes into something more suitable for outside!”
She returned with the baby in leggings and a long-sleeved shirt and she herself
had put on a yellow sundress. Outside, Belle set up a blanket and fed Grace a
homemade puree made of mangoes and bananas, which the baby enjoyed immensely.
She showed her all the flowers and played with her on the blanket.
Belle was so activeand full of youthful energy. It was wonderful to see her
putting that energy into an activity that wasn’t sex. She was holding the baby
in her arms and twirling her around. Grace laughed so hard and so did Belle.
In the right moment, Belle looked up and smiled at him. A beautiful, wide smile
that made his whole world brighter. Whatever worries he had were diminished by
that smile. She twirled her way back to him, with the baby giggling the entire
time.
“Isn’t she so adorable?”
“Yes, I suppose so,” he answered. Children weren’t exactly in his comfort zone.
Her eyebrow raised. “You suppose?”
“Well, I’ve never really met many children, especially infants.”
He was an only child and so were his parents. Plus, he didn’t have friends let
alone friends with children.
“Me either but even I can see she’s the most adorable thing ever! Aren’t you,
my little love?” she gushed at the baby. Belle gave him a chaste kiss on the
lips.
My little love.
The endearment brought back that unease. It was innocent to Belle but to him it
signified her growing attachment and love for this baby. His sole purpose to
make Belle happy. Grace made her happy… Very happy. Without even trying.
And he would never be able to give Belle that kind of happiness. He had the
power to give her all that she desired except a baby. That was a fact that was
obvious to him but it’s also one that keeps gnawing at him.
Belle hasn’t explicitly said that she wantsa baby but… the way she looked at
Grace, he just knew.
“Will you hold her really quick?” Belle asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
She didn’t give him a chance to verbalize his discomfort of holding a child.
The baby was thrusted into his arms and Belle ran inside.
He held the baby awkwardly at a distance. She simply stared at him curiously,
with her blue eyes staring into him like she was trying to read him. Grace held
out an arm and grabbed a lock of his hair but Belle was back before she could
pull and ruin his perception of children forever.
“I forgot to warn you, she loves hair.” Belle handled the baby expertly, like
she was a zookeeper taming an animal, and his hair was gently taken out of the
baby’s grip. “It’s okay, Baby Grace. I like his hair too!”
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After dinner, Belle gave Grace a bath and sang to her, just like her mother did
when she was a child. Grace loved the bubbles and loved listening to her sing.
By the end of it both babysitter and baby were so exhausted that sleep was so
easy to come by. They put on pajamas and Belle gave her a bottle and they were
both out like lights.
Wolfgang came in and watched the heartwarming scene of them sleeping on her bed
for a few minutes. He had to take the baby home but he didn’t want to end this
just yet. This may have scared him but she was happy and no longer as lonely as
she was a couple of days earlier. He really was grateful for the this baby. But
this wasn’t forever.
Grace was a temporary solution to a problem he wasn’t ready to face.
“Belle, wake up,” he whispered and lightly nudged her.
She slowly opened her eyes and smiled. “What time is it?”
“It’s time for me to take Grace home.”
The smile fell from her face. “Is it, really?”
“Yes, her father finished working. He’s waiting for her.”
Belle wasn’t ready to let her go but she did anyway. “I’ll see you next time,
my little love,” she whispered and smiled at the sleeping baby in her car seat
and bundled in blankets which Belle carefully arranged herself.
Once again, Jefferson was amazed to see his child sleeping so soundly. “Are you
sure I can’t pay this girl? I have some money.”
“Keep it. Really, it’s no trouble.”
Jefferson nodded and took her car seat. That’s when Wolfgang noticed a fresh
cut on his hand. “What is it you do, exactly, Mr. Madden?” he finally asked.
“You’re better off not knowing,” he stated.
“And why is that?”
“Probably the same reason you won’t tell me who the girl I entrust my
daughter’s life to is.” Wolfgang’s heart almost stopped. There’s no possible
way he could know about Belle. “It’s private business.”
Jefferson smirked with a sense of smugness but it wasn’t about Belle. It was
more like satisfaction of not having to divulge his occupation and that
relieved Wolfgang.
“I might need the girl a few more times this week. If that’s alright...”
Gold nodded and told Jefferson to contact him when he would need Belle’s help.
That was a close call… But now he really wanted to know what it was Jefferson
did.
Belle was in his bed, reading a book and drinking a cup of chamomile tea when
he got home. “I thought you'd be sleeping.”
“I wanted to wait for you,” she sweetly explained. “How was the drive? Did she
wake up or cry?”
“Not at all. After the exciting day she had with you, I think she’ll be out all
night.”
She smiled like it was the most flattering compliment. “That’s good.”
“You really enjoy her company, don’t you?”
“Yes, she’s like a little precious doll! Except she’s real and she likes when I
read to her and play with her. As you know, I didn’t really have friends. And
she’s like a friend that can’t leave or get tired of me… Daddy, can I ask you
something?”
“What is it?” Belle’s questions could be so simple or they could be alarming.
“Do you think… Do you think we can maybe keep her?”
That was alarming. Red wailing sirens alarming,
“What are you talking about?” he tried not to freak.
“Well, maybe you can talk to her father… You said he was a young, single
father. Maybe he can let us have her?”
“Belle where is this coming from? Why would you ask that?”
“That way we can take care of her and she won’t have to leave me.”
He cleared his throat. “I thought you didn’t mind not having children. You said
you were too young,”
“I am! And it’s not really about wanting a baby. I just like having Grace. I
can’t help it, she’s so beautiful and I think it’d be cool if we can keep her.
So will you ask him?”
His little girl genuinely thought this was a good, rational idea. “I can’t,
Belle.”
“Why not?” she questioned as though she couldn’t see why it was wrong.
“You know I’d do anything for you but-“
“Then why won’t you do this for me?! You just have to ask!”
She started raising her voice but he couldn’t. Not when she was so distraught.
“Her father loves her. I won’t separate a child from its father.”
After a pause, she sighed and looked into her teacup. “You’re right… I don’t
know what came over me, Daddy. Just forget I said anything.”
“Sweetheart, I understand,” he stroked the side of her face. “You’re attached
to her. It’s okay. But we can’t keep her.”
“I know…”
He did have another idea… But it could be just as dangerous as having Belle
watch her. It could make her more attached.
“Her father is going to need someone to watch her a couple of days this week.
Maybe I can ask if she can spend the night one of those nights.”
“Are you serious?!” her face lit up like it always did when he gave her some
type of good news.
He couldn’t seem to stop even though he wasn’t really sure if this was best for
her. “Yes, I think that’s something he can agree to.”
Belle squealed and hugged him. “That’d be so great!”
He thought a little side job as a babysitter would give her something to look
forward to and help her not feel so lonely while he was away. A baby was
harmless, after all. But it just triggered some sort of baby fever in her.
This was only temporary, he assured himself, until he could figure out some
other way to keep her happy, or at least until he could get them out of this
place.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Your Fantasy *****
Chapter Summary
     The extent of Gold's jealousy of Grace is revealed.
Chapter Notes
     "I made a home here for me... Don't burn it down with your fantasy."
     - Hayley Williams (Paramore)
     Because I loved the mid-season premiere so much here's a short
     update!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Belle was so happy, she felt like she could do anything and everything all at
once. She had Grace twice this week and tonight was the night she was going to
spend the night! The whole house was cleaned and all of their activities and
meals were planned.
When Grace was back in her arms, Belle felt full of love and good emotions.
Plus, it was the weekend so her Daddy was home and that made it so much more
better. No words were enough to express how grateful she was for him and his
efforts to get her Grace, even if it was just for a night.
Belle took her outside again, for another picnic in the back garden. She made
smashed avocado sandwiches for lunch and fed Grace a mixed fruit and vegetable
puree. They played on the grass and had so much fun together. Literally
everything was perfect.
Her favorite part of their day was after dinner, when Daddy put the t.v. on and
she and Grace cuddled up on the couch with him. Grace was so calm and
affectionate with Belle. She loved cuddling and kisses. She rarely cried and
when she did, Belle was very good at determining her needs and taking care of
them.
“I think Grace and I will sleep in my room,” she announced when bedtime
approached.
“By yourself? Are you sure? I really don’t mind-“
“I’m sure! She might cry in the middle of the night and I don’t want her to
wake you. Plus, she’s a kicker, so she needs space on the bed.”
He didn’t want to sleep without her… And he had a feeling Belle just wanted to
be alone with the baby… His little girl didn’t want to be with him. She wanted
to live in her own little world with this baby. He was just getting in the way
of her fantasy.
After a bath, she gave the baby a bottle and read to her until she fell asleep.
Belle was watching her sleep and didn’t even notice him walk into the room. But
he saw the look on her face. She was watching Grace the way he watched her
sleep. She was his world and that’s what this baby was becoming to Belle.
“You sure you’re okay sleeping with her by yourself?”
Belle looked up at him, happily surprised to see him standing there. “I’m
positive.”
“Okay, I just came in to say goodnight…. And I love you.”
Belle sat up and smiled. “I love you too.”
She held her hand out and he happily limped his way toward her. “Kiss me
goodnight?”
He didn’t need to think about it. This meant she still wanted him. He kissed
her a little harder than he usually would have. He kissed her until she moaned
and then he kissed her on her neck, in all the places that made her heart beat
faster.
“Daddy, we can’t… the baby…” she sighed, even though she didn’t really make too
much of an effort to stop him.
“She's sleeping. We can go to my room. We can be quick.”
He wanted her so much, he felt starved. Belle’s affections had been so focused
on Grace that he really wanted her now. He had to show her and remind her of
what she could feel with him, to remind her that he can make her happy and give
her more pleasure than a baby could.
As much as she wanted it, she couldn’t. The baby might need her. “Not right
now. She might wake up… We can continue this tomorrow, after she leaves.”
He continued to kiss her and started to run his hands up her body. Belle was
very close to giving in. He seemed to know her body better than she did. Just
as she was about to agree, the baby started to fuss. She lightly pushed him
away and tended to Grace.
“See, I told you,” she giggled and cradled the baby in her arms. “Shh, don’t
cry my little love. I’m right here.”
Belle soothed the child and hardly gave him a second glance. If it were up to
him, he'd let the baby cry and have Belle all to himself. His mind was made up.
The child had to go.
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He knew how pathetic he was to be jealous of someone in diapers. But not only
was Grace a reminder of all the things he could never give his little girl, she
was also stealing her heart. And he worked too hard to earn that. Wolfgang was
not going to let this baby take her from him.
He could hear their laughter upstairs. Jefferson texted him to bring Grace
whenever it suited him. Belle and the baby had just had lunch. Now seemed like
an appropriate time.
They were playing. Grace was laying on the fuzzy rug and Belle was peppering
her face with kisses, making her little love squeal with laughter. Belle
couldn’t help but burst in laughter as well. She was so happy and in love…
“Sweetheart, it's time,” he announced.
Belle looked up, her eyes wide. “Right now? Why so soon?”
“Her father texted.”
“Can you ask if she can spend another night?”
This baby was not going to keep his little girl another night.
“Her father only agreed to one night. He misses her.”
Belle picked up the baby and held onto her tightly. “But… I don’t want her to
go. We’re having so much fun!”
“I know but she has to-“
“Just let me talk to her father! I can convince him. Please, Daddy, I want her
to stay!”
Tears were welling in her eyes and she was clutching onto the baby so tightly,
like she would never let go. “My love, she has a father who loves her and
misses her. We can’t keep her from him.”
Belle sniffled and nodded after listening to reason. “Okay… Okay, I
understand.”
Wolfgang was relieved when Belle let her go and he was able to drop the baby
off with her father. He would just have to lie to Jefferson about why Belle
would no longer be able to babysit.
“I won’t need a babysitter for a while.” Jefferson fortuitously announced,
“Grace's grandparents, from her mother’s side, want to spend some time with
her. She’ll be staying with them for a month while I take on some jobs. Thank
the girl for me. She’s been a wonderful help.”
Wolfgang wanted to thank him! For once, life was on his side and he wouldn’t
have to be directly responsible for the guilt of keeping Grace away. His Belle
would be all his like before.
When he got home, Belle was in the living room, smiling and waiting for him.
She looked so radiant, like she hadn’t been on the verge of tears a half hour
ago. “How was she?”
“Very happy to see her father.”
“That’s good. When am I gonna see her again? Because I was thinking I could
make us a fort and I could read to her in it. I think she'd like it!”
This was the part he dreaded. But this was for her own good. “Belle, Grace is
going to stay with her grandparents for a while.”
“Well, what does that mean?” she asked, as though the answer wasn’t evident by
the hesitant look on his face.
“You won’t be able to see her.”
He witnessed her whole excited demeanor shatter. “What? No! No, that’s not
fair!” she shouted, those unshed tears returning, “I didn’t give her a proper
goodbye! Daddy, you have to go get her before she leaves! I have to see her,
please!”
“Baby, I can’t-“
“Please! I need to see Grace!”
“Belle,” he said her name gently.
The tears came out of her and nothing in the world could stop them. He held his
arms out and she fell into his comforting embrace, her tears seeped through his
shirt but it was okay. Belle was all his now.
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Wolfgang knew this would upset Belle but he didn’t expect it to devastate her.
She stayed in her room, in her bed, clutching onto her teddy bear and either
cried or stared off into space. She wasn’t eating and it scared him.
It was her third day in this almost catatonic state and it was killing him. He
never would have brought that baby into her life if he knew this was going to
happen. At this point, he was even considering to beg Jefferson to let Belle
see her, anything to get her to respond. But then he'd be back where he
started.
“Belle, you have to eat something, please,” he pleaded while petting his hands
through her hair. She was facing the wall so he couldn’t see her. “I know
you’re upset but this isn’t healthy.”
She sniffled but said nothing. He was going insane with worry. “Come on, my
love. Get up. I’ll go out and get whatever you want to eat… We can watch a
movie. Just get out of bed, please.”
Belle caught the desperation in his voice. She didn’t like making him feel like
this but she couldn’t help it. She was heartbroken that Grace was taken from
her. But it wasn’t his fault. So she couldn’t punish him for something that
wasn’t in his control. Plus, she would never have even known Grace if it
weren’t her Daddy. Thanks to him, she at least had that bundle of joy in her
life for a little while.
Belle finally spoke weakly. “Can we watch Alice in Wonderland?”
“We can watch whatever you want,” he answered, just happy that she was
responsive and considering this.
Slowly, she sat up and wiped her eyes. “Okay.”
She didn’t eat much, just half a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass
of milk, but he didn’t think too much about it because she was currently laying
with her head in his lap while she watched Alice in Wonderland. This was the
most affectionate she’s been since Grace left. She fell asleep as he played
with her hair.
This was better. His Belle needing him. She didn’t need Grace to make her
happy. He'd do everything he could to make her happy.
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Belle was back to her affectionate, loving self. She was sleeping in his bed
again. And her hormones were back with a vengeance. Sex was more than regular.
She still missed Grace but she kept herself busy so she didn’t have to think
about it.
Instead, she relied on her Daddy to keep her company. He came home early most
days and she clung to him like a lifeline, like he was the only thing keeping
her sane. In a way, he was. As long as he was around, her dark thoughts went
away.
Today, he came home early with a surprise. In a small box, wrapped in a neat,
pink ribbon, was a ring. Nothing flashy. Just a simple, dainty gold band with a
pink rose. He saw it and there was something so delicate and soft about it that
he had to buy it for her. It looked perfect on her finger.
“I love it so much!! Thank you! What’s it for?”
“Consider it a promise ring.”
She couldn’t stop smiling at the ring. “A promise for what?”
“A promise that I’m going to love you forever and ever. And that I will do
whatever it takes to make you happy and to be worthy of you.”
Her eyes started to tear up a little. This gesture was so sweet and sudden. He
took her ring-adorned hand and kissed it, just like he did when they first met,
and she felt her heart swell with emotions. She felt like a princess.
“I love you so much!” she proclaimed and kissed him with all the passion she
had.
“I love you too, my angel,” he responded between breaths.
“Tell me more about Princess Belle?” she requested, now in the mood for a
princess story.
He almost forgot about the story but he was making it up as he went anyway.
“Sure… Um, she was adjusting to her life in the dark castle with
Rumplestiltskin. And although he was cruel to her, the princess still saw good
in him. She was constantly trying to make things brighter in the castle.”
“With flowers?”
“Yes, with flowers and sunlight and her own cheerful presence. He nailed the
curtains down and would purposefully use magic to wilt the flowers to make her
mad but he found that, after a while, he quite liked them. And one day, as the
princess was on a ladder trying to tear down a curtain, she fell. But
Rumplestiltskin caught her and they both stared at each other in shock for a
long moment.”
“Did they kiss?” she asked hopefully.
“No, my love. They just kept staring. It was the first intimate contact
Rumplestiltskin had in a long time. He was an ugly, lonely beast so he didn’t
feel touch often. Princess Belle, with all of her beauty, saw the beauty in
him. And when he finally realized he was still holding her, he put her down
like she burned him.”
“Then what happened?”
“She thanked him and told him she'd put the curtain back up. But he told her
not to bother. He'd get used to the light.”
Belle was smiling and looking at him with adoration. “He’s changing,” she
commented.
“Yes, he is. She’s bringing light and beauty back into his life.”
Wolfgang's mind went somewhere else. Where would he be if he hadn’t happened to
run into Belle on that fateful day at Granny's? If he didn’t have her light and
beauty… What would he have done for those two years he spent obsessing over
her? How lonely would he be?
He was brought back to earth when Belle kissed him. And kissed him more deeply.
And then she got on top of him and things took their natural course.
What mattered was that he wasn’t lonely anymore. And now, there were no
obstacles in the way of that. Belle was completely his.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Tell me what y'all thought! It got a little angsty but I tried to end
     on a lighter note.
***** PrincessBabyDollCastle *****
Chapter Summary
     Belle develops multiple new hobbies... And has a secret.
Chapter Notes
     Y'all are just blessed right now. I've given you like 3 updates
     within a span of like 2 weeks? This is so unheard of! Enjoy the
     smut!! I decided to dabble in the nylon/pantyhose fetish I mentioned
     in my last vlog.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Belle has a credit card now. He didn’t know why he didn’t do this sooner.
Giving her a credit card was one of the best things he’s ever done. Online
shopping was his holy grail for her. The idea came when he was picking out one
of her outfits for the day and he thought buying her more clothes might make
her happy.
It definitely gave her something to look forward to. Every time she received a
package, it was like Christmas! It allowed them to bond more. Belle would use
his laptop, only when he was in the room though, so he could make sure she
wasn’t trying to contact anyone. Belle simply thought he wanted to peek at what
she was buying. Most times, she'd consult with him on what to buy. But when it
came to the more intimate purchases, like undergarments and lingerie, she liked
to keep it more secret to surprise him.
He told her she could buy whatever she wanted, so she did. Mostly, she bought
clothes, books, and makeup, but she also bought things for her room and for the
house. Although lately, she was thinking about buying a camera so she could
take pictures of everything, especially the garden. The shopping was costing
him a small fortune, but he could certainly afford it. And it kept her happy.
Especially since she was finally over Grace.
Today, the day was gloomy. He sat at his desk, doing some paperwork, while
Belle sat on the comfy lounging chair, scrolling down the pages of an online
boutique. Fashion was quickly becoming a passion of hers. She loved buying
different pieces and putting them together to create an outfit, even if no one
else but Daddy got to see it.
She did have an idea… But it was very risky. If Daddy found out, he'd get mad
and probably take her credit card away. She wanted to buy her own small laptop
and start a blog where she could talk about clothes and books. She could hide
it underneath her mattress and use it while he was at work. He never checked
her packages anyway, since he assumed it was some sort of clothing or
accessory.
Belle was inspired by some fashion blogs she came across. They made it look so
cool. First, she'd buy the camera, and then she'd worry about the laptop.
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Before bed, Belle was trying on some of her new outfits in his room. At the
moment, she looked like an edgy schoolgirl. She wore a blue and green plaid
skirt with a black cropped slouchy sweater. To complete the look, she wore
sheer black nylon leggings underneath her skirt. When he walked in, she was
standing in front of the mirror.
“How does this outfit look?” she asked, fidgeting with the skirt.
Seriously, that credit card was the smartest thing he’s ever done. “It looks
amazing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Why?”
She quickly made up an excuse. “I’m just planning some outfits for the week.”
“Well, this is perfect.”
He sat on the bed and watched her give her outfit a once over before she
mentally decided this would be a blog-worthy outfit. Belle started to take the
outfit off but he stopped her.
“Wait, not yet.”
Surprised, she turned around and saw him admiring every detail. He gestured for
her to come closer so she did.
“You look so lovely in this,” he said in that low, throaty voice that sent
tingles all over her body. She absolutely wanted sex tonight but she thought
she'd seduce him in one of her new lingerie sets, not in one of her regular
outfits. She already had the set picked out. “Let me look at you a little
longer.”
Belle indulged him, especially since he was running his hands up her legs. His
eyes scanned every little aspect of her outfit. There was a sliver of skin
showing between her sweater and skirt and he ran his thumb across it. “Can I
take this off?” he asked, already hooking his fingers underneath the soft
fabric.
“Yeah,” she encouraged with a grin.
He did it slowly, taking in every inch of skin. She robbed him of the pleasure
of taking her bra off, however. Instead, he unzipped her skirt and let it fall
to the floor. She wasn’t wearing underwear beneath her nylons and he could see
her little curls. The leggings contrasted so beautifully with her porcelain
skin. Belle was about to take them off but he stopped her with his hands.
“Keep this on.”
She bit her lip, knowing he had something planned. He had her lay down on the
bed while he took off his jacket and carefully rolled up his sleeves. He looked
so perfect to her. His hair framed his face perfectly, accentuating his sharp,
defined nose and his brown eyes that looked at her so sweetly.
The mattress dipped when he got on it and spread her legs, slowly crawling his
way up to her stomach where he started to kiss her flat tummy. When she felt
his tongue, her breathing hitched. Her body got excited as he moved lower. He
teased her by kissing her inner thighs and her mound. Belle thought he was
going to roll down her leggings so he could taste her. But he didn’t.
She gasped when she felt his tongue through the sheer material. It was a
surprise to her but a good one. A very good one. He liked how her taste
lingered on the fabric. Her stomach muscles tensed and her breath came in
pants. He slid his hands up her body and played with her breasts, which had her
back arching.
Belle looked down at him between her thighs. He was so focused. From this
angle, she thought it'd make a nice, erotic photograph. To add to the scene,
she put one hand in his soft, silver streaked hair. It was the perfect picture
and she threw her head back. He felt so damn good.
The feeling of his tongue and the sensation of the nylon fabric against her
clit was an experience within itself. With what his fingers were doing to her
nipples, she started to grind into his face, her moans filling his room
beautifully. Her legs quivered, indicating she was very close so he sucked
gently until her whole body shook and she came with a reverberating cry.
By the time he had tasted just about every trace of her orgasm, Belle was
catching her breath and enjoying her post orgasmic state. She heard the faint
clinking of his belt and the sound of his zipper but she didn’t register
anything until he tore at the sodden fabric of her nylons. It happened so
quickly and she gasped in surprise. He was already on top of her before she
could chide him.
“Daddy, those were new! I just got them!”
“I know,” he whispered apologetically but he couldn’t help but smile, “I
promise, I’ll buy you new ones… I just need you so much right now, I couldn’t
wait.”
He pushed his fully erect cock inside her sensitive, tight heat. Immediately,
he was lost in the feeling of her muscles gripping him, pulling him in like he
belonged there. So was she when her legs wrapped around him and she held onto
him tightly.
Belle purposely did things that would make him lose control. He rolled his
hips, and she clenched around him, prompting him to curse. She dragged her
nails through his scalp and he thrust deeper. When she moaned for him to go
harder, he grunted and obeyed. He knew he was going to cum soon. But he wanted
to feel her first, to hear her.
So he slid his hand between them and played with her until he felt her muscles
flutter around him. “That’s it, Baby,” he groaned, “cum for me.”
His voice was so rough but it sounded so beautiful to her. She clung tighter to
him and trembled, letting out the loud moans he wanted to hear while she came
apart for him. Each pulse brought him closer until he finally spilled himself
inside her.
His overworked body was done for the night. The orgasm still had his body
singing. Belle cleaned herself up and disposed of her nylons before getting
back into bed and curling up next to him. She lovingly played with his hair and
he sighed. That’s when she decided to make her request. “Daddy, can I buy a
camera?”
“For what?” he muttered, trying to fight his sleep.
“So I can take pictures of the garden and all of the beautiful things around
me,” she explained excitedly while stroking a particularly sensitive area on
his scalp.
“Okay.” He was too tired to realize what he was agreeing to.
Belle couldn’t believe how easy this was. “Can I buy it now?” She pushed her
luck.
“Mm hm,” he mumbled before giving in to sleep.
She went straight for his laptop and bought herself a brand new digital camera.
She was one step closer to her blog!
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Wolfgang didn’t remember his agreement until two days later when Belle received
a package, under his name of course, and she opened it with pure excitement. He
was surprised when the package consisted of a black camera and its accessories.
She even bought a cute pink camera bag to go with it.
“You bought a camera?” he questioned carefully.
“You said I could, remember? After we made love the other night, I asked you
and you said yes.”
“Right.” He vaguely remembered agreeing to something but he was so sexed out,
she could have asked for a damn pony and he would have said yes… He'd have to
be more careful about what he agreed to after sex.
But she seemed happy. She took pictures of random objects all over the house.
If this new hobby kept her busy and she enjoyed it, there was no harm in it.
When he left for work, she took pictures of her clothes. She laid some pieces
on the bed and played with the angles and lighting. Some, she modeled herself.
Most of them came out pretty good, which made her fairly certain she wanted to
start this blog.
Belle told her daddy she wanted to look for some more clothes online so he
allowed her to use the laptop at the kitchen table while he made dinner. But
she was actually going to buy her own laptop instead.
She needed something slim and discrete, so she could hide it and it'd be hard
to find. After a half hour of research, she found the perfect one. And she even
made sure the package would arrive when he would be at work. So she could take
it without him knowing. For extra measure, she bought a couple of dresses that
would arrive the same day so she had proof that she purchased clothes just like
she said she would.
Daddy had no clue what she was up to. She didn’t like keeping secrets from him
but she wanted this blog so bad. As much as she loved him, she knew he wouldn’t
approve so this was a secret she was willing to have.
Belle was clever. Just as she anticipated, her laptop arrived while he was at
work. So once the delivery guy left, she carefully snuck outside and grabbed
the package, making sure to leave the clothes package on the doorstep so he
could bring it to her. Her heart was beating so fast as she closed the door and
locked it. This was the first time she did something sneaky. And it was the
first time she ever stepped out of the house without him. That alone would
probably be enough to make him explode.
There was something excitingabout taking that risk.
Within days, her blog was set up. She called it PrincessBabyDollCastle, a nod
to Princess Belle, her growing baby doll dress collection, and the “castle” she
lived in. For once, she was excited for Daddy to leave for work so she could
update it and keep up with her slowly growing following base. Her first week,
she had a solid 60 followers. And by week 2 her blog had over 200 hits.
Weekends were a little tough since Daddy was constantly around and she
constantly itched to check out the progress of her blog. But she kept herself
occupied with him. Monday morning, after he left, she finally checked her blog
and she was shocked. Her pictures and book reviews had so many hits and
comments. Although people seemed to enjoy her pictures more than her reviews,
which she found a little upsetting at first.
There were people who admired her fashion sense and photography skills.
However, her fashion sense was a bit childish. No, it was innocently girly in a
provocative way… In other words, unbeknownst to Belle, it made her an easy
target for people to fetishize her pictures and her blog. After all, her sense
of style was influenced by her Daddy, who liked when she wore little dresses
and thigh highs. But she was smart about it. She never posted pictures of her
face. They were mostly body shots. Sometimes, in rare full body shots, she'd
look down or to the side so her hair would obstruct her face.
At first, she received anonymous comments telling her how beautiful her body
was, which flattered her and really helped boost her confidence. When she
decided to post about her sleepwear, the comments were a little more
suggestive. But she was so new to the online world that she didn’t recognize
them as being suggestive.
In one particular post, she took a picture of her neck, which donned a
beautiful heart necklace Daddy gave her. One man, who called himself
BigDaddy4Life commented something about giving her a pearl necklace, which made
no sense to her.. A pearl necklace would not have looked good with the outfit
she wore.
Thank goodness one kind girl who called herself RainbowSparkle had the sense to
tell Belle what that really meant. It was horrifying. She would have disabled
the comments but some people were so genuinely nice and interested in her blog
that she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
In fact, she made some friends. They shared the same interests in clothes and
books. Never had she bonded with people like this before. Back with her father,
she had no internet, no computer, or phone. So she never knew what it was like
to have online friends. They were awesome!
Her Daddy noticed her extra cheerful mood lately. But he assumed it had to do
with all of her shopping. At dinner, she thought of something funny
RainbowSparkle had commented and it made her smile.
“What did you do today, my love?”
Belle was interrupted from her thoughts and quickly recovered. “I took more
pictures. I’m getting really good. I can show you after dinner.”
“I'd like that.”
It made him so happy to know that she was enjoying herself. He felt like life
was going great and he had nothing to worry about. Belle was happy so he was
happy. Plus, he was so close to ruining her father. Once he did that, he'd
focus on moving them somewhere far away where they could be together, just like
she wanted. His Belle would have everything she ever wanted soon enough.
Chapter End Notes
     Comment! I live for them! Tell me what you think of Belle's secret
     and her new vlog?
***** The Castle Is Compromised *****
Chapter Summary
     Belle witnesses just how cruel the internet can be...
Chapter Notes
     Okay, so I wrote you guys a little smut before things go boom. Also,
     if you follow my Tumblr, you might know that I've been struggling
     with a timeline for this fic. So if it seems a little unrealistic,
     I'm sorry for taking a page out of OUAT writer's handbook with vague
     timelines lol. But I got a Valentine's Day prompt for this fic so I
     can't do that without touching the other important Holidays because
     I'm a sucker for chronological order and I'm sentimental af with
     these babies. Anyway, enough of my ramblings. Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Belle’s blog was going wonderfully. It’s only been up for three weeks and she
already had 200 followers and four online friends. It was her only connection
to the outside world and sometimes it felt like it was the only connection she
needed. She remembered what it was like out there for her. No one paid
attention to her because they didn’t notice her. And her father wasn’t very
well liked. In a small town, that spoke wonders. But that was before.
If her life had gone as planned, she’d be in school right now, studying English
or library science. In fact, she’d probably be preparing for finals and
preparing for the winter break. It was getting colder. Her online friend from
Sweden was already experiencing snow. Maine should be snowing soon.
She wasn’t going to ask now, but maybe when she and Daddy moved, and they had
nothing to worry about, she could go to school and get her degree. So she could
pursue her dream of being a librarian. Maybe they could go to New York and she
could work at the New York Public Library.
Her bookish friend from New York told her all about it and Belle did a ton of
research on it. She was immediately fascinated by it. If anything, they could
just travel there and she could enjoy the experience of it.
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Wolfgang was concentrated on fixing an antique doll he found for Belle. It
reminded him of her. Its hair was more chestnut than auburn but it had her big
blue eyes and porcelain skin. He was sure she’d appreciate it.
Belle’s disappearance was now a past time. Emma was done looking into it since
there was no obvious sign of foul play. Plus, she was too busy with her new
boyfriend Killian Jones to really look into something like that. The town moved
on quickly. People forgot about her and even Maurice stopped trying to find
her. Knowing this information would hurt Belle, but it comforted him to know
that there was no direct threat to his happiness. They may not have loved or
cared for her but he loved and cared for her enough for all of them.
His little girl seemed happy as ever with him. She was finally over Grace and
her growing photography habit kept her content. He couldn’t wait to see her
face when he gave her this doll. He knew she was going to love it.
The holidays were coming up. Belle was already buying warmer clothes like
coats, sweaters, and leggings. She even bought a pair of jeans. He knew she was
excited and he was planning ways to make these holidays special for her. The
holidays were always hard for him. Not just because the past ten years, he
spent them alone but because his father had murdered his mother just a few days
before Christmas.
That year was probably simultaneously the best and worst Christmas ever. It was
the worst because he officially had no one. But it was the best because he
didn’t have to worry about his father’s annual drunken Christmas outburst where
he would ruin the whole day by beating him or his mother, sometimes both.
Wolfgang bought his own presents that year and he spent it in his pajamas while
eating all the Christmas dessert his stomach could handle. It would have been
perfect if there was someone else he could have shared it with, someone he
loved and not a caretaker who was simply there for the money.
This year, he had Belle, the only person he has ever truly loved. This could be
his first happy holiday season.
When he came home, Belle was all dressed up for no reason, something she did
all the time now that she had all these clothes to wear. She saw the box in his
hands and smiled, knowing it was yet another surprise from him.
“What’s in the box?”
He placed it on her bed and clutched at his cane in excitement for her
reaction. “Open it.”
She undid the bow he wrapped and lifted the top of the white box. Her jaw
dropped and her eyes widened when she saw the doll. “It’s so pretty!”
She took it out and inspected the doll. It had a blue, silky dress and ruffled
socks that stuck out of her shiny black shoes. “I’ve never had a doll like this
before. She’ll make the perfect friend for Rumple!” Belle gasped, “I can call
her Princess Belle! This is perfect!”
Moments like this gave his life purpose, where he could incite this type of
excitement in her. She made his heart feel alive. Belle carefully placed the
doll right beside her teddy bear, who now had a friend.
She was so pure. He loved her optimism and hopefulness. But it reminded him of
exactly what he needed to protect her from. The world was too cruel for someone
like her. There were so many terrible things happening in the world and so many
monsters like him that would love to run into a girl as nice and trusting as
her.
They would never get to though, not if he could help it.
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He left later that night run some late-night errands. That gave her time to
check her blog. Belle was always excited to check her blog. Earlier today, she
had posted pictures of her new pink baby doll dress. One of them was a close-up
shot of the skirt to catch the details of the fabric, and it happened to show
lots of leg. But the comments she saw weren’t good ones.
People said mean things to her. They told her she was sick for liking to dress
the way she did, one person even went so far as to say she should kill herself.
They accused her of promoting the infantilization of women. The perverts were
asking to be her “Daddy Dom” and making blatantly lewd comments, requesting
nude photos. Someone even accused her of being a “pro anorexia” blog but that’s
not what she was!
Her blog was supposed to be about fashion and her love for books! Why couldn’t
they see that? And why did they have to be so mean? She never did anything to
them… She would never do anything mean to anyone.
Her eyes watered and she tried to fight the tears but she wasn’t strong enough.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. PrincessBabyDollCastle was supposed to be her
happy, safe space- a space where she could express herself and connect to
others like her all around the world. RainbowSparkle messaged her, encouraging
her to block those people so she finally did.
But she still felt horrible. Her whole night was ruined.
Belle relied on her Daddy to make her feel better. When he entered his room,
she was in bed. He knew something was wrong when she didn’t greet him or smile.
She always smiled.
“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”
“Nothing.” She attempted to mask her emotions with a smile but he already knew
something was off. “I’m just not feeling too well.”
“What are you feeling? Do you need anything? Medicine?”
If Belle got sick, he wouldn’t know what to do. It’s not like he could take her
to the local doctor. “I think I can sleep it off. Will you hold me?”
He took off his three-piece armor and got into bed with her. Everything was
better when he held her. “Daddy, do you think I’m crazy?” she asked while she
was resting her head on his chest.
“Not at all, my love. You’re the sweetest person I know. You might be different
but that doesn’t make you crazy… Why do you ask?”
“Just a thought.”
“Do you feellike you’re going crazy?” He was starting to get a little worried.
Where did this question coming from?
She yawned, growing more tired by the second. “Only when I’m missing you.”
His words made her feel much better. He could hear the playful smile in her
voice, which relieved him. Maybe the question was just a result of her
imaginative mind. There was nothing to worry about.
He chuckled and lightly dragged his fingers along her back. “Sleep, my love.
You’ll feel better in the morning.”
She hummed in agreement and fell asleep quickly, feeling entirely loved by him.
He really did have nothing to worry about. Belle was his perfect little girl.
Life had conditioned him to think the worst and to jump to conclusions when it
came to his happiness. Perhaps it was time he stopped thinking the worst.
As he had her in his arms, he promised to work on his paranoid behavior. As far
as he was concerned, he had no real reason to be paranoid.
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Belle woke up first. She was feeling so much better than the night before,
thanks to him. He’d be waking up soon to go to work. But she didn’t really want
him to go this time. She wanted him to stay with her so she can forget all
about the mean people on her blog. Plus, she was in the mood for sex, since
they didn’t do it last night.
Feeling extra playful, she took off the covers and slid down his body. Her
Daddy remained sound asleep. Sometimes, in the morning he’d be already hard for
her. She touched the silk fabric of his boxers, rubbing his legs in an attempt
to wake him. He wasn’t usually a deep sleeper but he didn’t rouse. So she
started to palm him through his boxers. Shortly thereafter, she felt him
harden. It made her smile, knowing he was reacting to her.
His chest heaved in his sleep as his breathing quickened and his eyes finally
opened. “Good morning, Daddy,” she smiled at him, her eyes gazing into his.
“Morning… My love,” he sighed.
This was the best way he could wake up. Belle mouthed his erection over his
boxers and he closed his eyes in pleasure, moaning softly. Then she pulled them
down and used her mouth directly. She was getting so much better at this. Her
mouth was so warm and she was really starting to know where he was most
sensitive.
Once she had her fun waking him up, she slipped off her underwear and took off
her gown, allowing him to marvel at her body. She straddled his hips, grinding
her wetness against him before lowering herself onto him until he filled her
all the way. With her hands on his chest to brace herself, she moved her hips.
This was a wonderful angle for her. If she rolled her hips, she got all the
right kinds of friction to make her feel good.
Daddy was holding onto her hips, helping her movements as she moved faster.
Belle lowered her body so she could kiss him. He took control of the kiss
almost immediately, letting his tongue dance with hers and wrapping his arms to
hold her tightly against him while he thrust up into her.
Belle wanted to scream, this angle was even better. “Daddy!” she cried. No
other words would leave her. He lost control, like he always did when he heard
her scream like that. Wolfgang fucked her until he felt her tighten and heard
her scream. She could barely take it anymore, her nerves were extra sensitive.
Her hips started to jerk and tried to lift off of him but he held onto her
tight until her cunt milked his cock thoroughly.
She was still suffering the after effects on top of him. Her little body
trembled and was too numb from the overwhelming pleasure. She was aware of
Daddy caressing her body kissing the top of her head.
“I assume you’re feeling better?” he asked while trying to regulate his
breathing.
She nodded, not entirely confident in her ability to speak yet.
“That’s good.”
For the rest of the day, he didn’t think twice about why she felt bad in the
first place. Belle seemed completely okay now.
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She had tried to convince him to stay with her but he insisted there was work
he had to do. Belle made the brave decision to check her blog but she decided
she wasn’t going to post a look today. When she logged on, there was an influx
of love and support from her online friends. They stood up for her and even
schooled the mean people about minding their own business. She was so touched
that they would do that for her. They restored her faith in her blog and she
ended up posting a simple fall/winter look of a collared pink long-sleeve and a
white skater skirt with black leggings.
Belle was glad she logged onto her blog. By ignoring all of those mean people
and with the help of her friends, she could still do something that made her
happy. She didn’t have to let PrincessBabyDollCastle go.
Wolfgang's day at work was ordinary except that morning sex with Belle had him
in a good mood. He would be leaving the shop to go home to her after he paid
the bills. As he was getting all of the papers in order, an envelope slipped
out. It was the credit card bill. With Belle’s online shopping, he hardly
minded the due amount, already expecting a high bill.
But this one was a little higher than usual so he was curious as to what she
purchased. He scanned the statement and found a purchase he was sure had to be
a mistake. There was no way his Belle could have bought a computer. His perfect
little girl would never do something like that…
Chapter End Notes
     Get ready for the next chapter, y'all. You're either going to be
     upset, turned on, or both, depending on how you feel about an angry,
     jealous Gold... Like always, I'd love to hear your feedback! I hope
     to have a vlog and a new update for you guys this week because my
     Spring Break is coming up!
***** Bury The Castle *****
Chapter Summary
     Belle's secret is exposed and she suffers consequences.
Chapter Notes
     Shit hits the fan guys. I really struggled with this chapter but I
     hope you enjoy it!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He had to see her. Now. He figured it had to be some sort of mistake, because
Belle would never do anything like this. But his call to the bank confirmed, it
was not a mistake.
His little girl had been up to no good.
How could she betray him like this? His perfect little girl went behind his
back and bought something that could jeopardize their future… God, he needed to
see her.
Belle startled when she heard the front door slam. Her Daddy was home extra
early. She had been reading and responding to the comments on her latest book
review but once she heard the door slam, she shut the laptop and stuffed it
under her mattress. Just as she composed herself, her room door swung open.
“Hi Daddy, you’re home early,” she pointed out.
“Where is it?” he growled.
Her Daddy looked so serious. His knuckles were white as his hand gripped the
gold handle of his cane tightly. It was held in front of him while he stood,
looking as intimidating as possible.
“Wh-where is what?”
His eyes bore into hers and it scared her. “You knowwhat.”
Belle’s stomach dropped and her heart was beating through her ears. “I-I don’t
know what you mean.” Her voice shook just a little, giving her away.
“Belle, don’t lie to me.”
This was going to happen sooner or later, she knew. Secrets always had their
way of making themselves known. Her knees buckled ever so slightly when she
slid onto the floor and lifted her mattress to pull out her compact silver
laptop.
So it was true. She did go behind his back. The little flashing light was
blinking, indicating the laptop was on. His whole demeanor darkened, especially
in his eyes.
“Daddy, I can explain-“
“Open it.”
She didn’t want to because then he'd see what she's been doing. But she obeyed,
not wanting to increase the hostility. When she opened it, the screen revealed
her blog. He held his hand out for her to give it to him so she did, carefully,
and he put it on her desk, where he started scrolling through it.
“I only got it because I wanted to start a fashion blog, like the ones I look
at when I shop on your computer,” Belle explained.
Her Daddy didn’t speak at all. He scrolled through her posts and tried to
contain his rage. She posted pictures of her body. She had conversations with
peoplewho were total strangers. But the anger he felt when he started reading
the comments on her pictures… He couldn’t contain it any longer. The disgusting
things these perverts were telling his little girl…
Belle had remained silent when he didn’t respond. She watched how his posture
was stiff and how his knuckles were gripping his cane even harder. Maybe she
could convince him that this blog was good for her and he wouldn’t have to be
so mad.
Wolfgang had seen enough. This was unacceptable. His mind was consumed by rage
when he threw the laptop across the room, shattering the screen and breaking
the damn thing in half. Belle squealed in shock at the sudden outburst. Then
she was overcome with heartbreak.
Her only connection to the outside world was gone, shattered into pieces. Her
online friends would never know what happened to her. PrincessBabyDollCastle
was like her baby and now it was gone. She ran to the remains of her laptop and
fell to her knees, as if she could somehow repair the damage.
“What were you thinking?! How could you?!” he shouted. He was livid, his eyes
were wild and his hair fell over his face.
“My- my laptop… My blog… It’s all ruined,” she muttered.
“Good! Do you know how stupid that was?! I can’t believe you, Belle!”
“My friends…” She was having a hard time accepting that they were gone.
“Friends?! Those people are notyour friends!”
“Yes, they are!” she raised her voice indignantly because they really were her
friends.
“No, they’re not! They only like you for your body! My god, how could you be
dumb enough to post pictures of yourself on the internet?! What if someone from
here sees them?”
“I am smart! I never showed my face in any of those pictures!”
“No, but you showed a hell of a lot more, didn’t you? The internet is full of
terrible people, Belle. And you just put your body out there for anyone and
everyone to see!”
“I was showing off my clothes! And my books! My friends loved my blog posts-“
“You don’t have fucking friends!! You have strangers on the internet who want
to use you! They don’t want your friendship! You were just a pretty spectacle
for them. That doesn’t matter now though. You won’t have to deal with them
anymore.” He cast a glance at the wreckage of her laptop.
Hot tears of anger streamed down her face and she wiped them off with her
sleeve while she walked away from her broken laptop. “You’re being mean!”
“Well, I’m about to get a whole lot meaner! Give me your credit card.”
She looked up, alarmed. He wouldn’t… “What?”
“You heard me. No more computers. No more shopping.”
Belle apprehensively reached under her pillow and gave him her credit card. She
just wanted him out of her room now so she can be alone.
“Now your camera,” he requested.
“No!” she cried. “You said I could have it! You promised!”
“That was before you betrayed me! This camera was the start of this behavior
and I will not have it! Give it to me. Now.”
Belle trembled with held back sobs while she handed over her camera. He was
overreacting. He had destroyed her ability to blog, taken her credit card and
her camera. All he had to do was take her books and he may as well be taking
her soul.
“You brought this on yourself. Although, perhaps I’m at fault too. I’ve given
you too much freedom. I thought you could handle it. Clearly, I was wrong...”
Belle looked up warily, afraid of where this was heading. “What- what are you-“
“This is for your own good, my love. You’ve put yourself at risk. I have to
keep you safe. One day, you’ll understand.”
He walked out the door and she heard the click of the barrel bolt lock. Her
eyes widened and she gasped. “You can’t lock me in here!! You promised you
wouldn’t do that anymore!”
“That was only if you’ve been good. But you’ve posed a threat to your safety,
Sweetheart… I’ll be back later with your dinner.”
Belle kicked the door and flung herself on her bed. She spent the night
wallowing in her anger and sobbing. She was never going to speak to him ever
again no matter how much he begged!
When he came in later that night with her dinner, she was curled up in a ball,
facing away from the door.
“Your dinner is on your desk,” he announced.
As silently promised, she didn’t respond. Nor did she actually eat anything. He
returned to find her plate hadn’t been touched at all. That wasn’t surprising
either.
Wolfgang spent his night downing whiskey in his study. He was still so shocked
with Belle’s behavior and her poor decisions. Thank goodness he checked the
credit card statement. Who knows how long this would have gone on?
If he could track down every single pervert who commented on her pictures and
beat them with his cane, he would. God, he would give anything to beat them
until he could watch them bleed. Belle was hislittle girl. She was sweet and
beautiful and just pure sunshine. Someone like her should never know what it is
like to be gazed upon by men like them, men who looked at her like nothing but
an object.
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He may have been a little drunk when he opened the door to her room in the
middle of the night and stumbled in, his cane the only thing giving him
balance. He groaned when he slipped into her bed because head was spinning.
Belle felt the weight on her mattress, waking her up from her fitful sleep. And
she certainly felt when he wrapped an arm around her. Appalled at the nerve of
him, she moved to get out of bed but he pulled her closer to him and held her
tighter. “Stay,” he commanded. She could smell the alcohol on him.
Belle listened reluctantly. She wasn’t about to speak to him. If he was going
to force his presence around her, she was going to retract hers.
His warmth did make it easier to fall asleep. She could pretend the
circumstances were different and this was a loving moment. That helped.
The next day went as well as he could have expected. As usual, when she was
upset, she starved and ignored him. Well, he wasn’t going to let her. Not this
time.
“Here’s your lunch,” he said while setting down a tray of sandwiches, “if you
ever want to step outside of this room again, I better see that you’ve eaten
it.”
Belle rolled her eyes, not appreciating this firm tone he’s been using, and
waited for him to leave the room. She’d show him.
Instead of eating her food, like she probably should have, she flushed it down
the toilet. Wolfgang didn’t know any better when he returned for the tray an
hour later. He thought he was making progress in getting her to eat.
Same thing happened with dinner. It’s not that Belle wasn’t hungry. She just
didn’t feellike eating. She hated eating when she was upset.
He decided that he would sleep in her room again. Belle was wearing a pale-
yellow tank top with black sketches of roses and she paired it with matching
yellow lace panties. Underneath the soft fabric, he could see the outline of
her nipples. His mind immediately went to how much he wanted to be intimate
with her.
Her punishment wasn’t only herpunishment, it was his as well. Because when she
was mad at him, he was deprived of her usual, loving presence. He lied down and
spooned up behind her, placing a hand on her thigh. He got excited when she
didn’t push him away. Even though she was mad, maybe she wouldn’t object to
sex. But as soon as his hand moved upward, she pushed it away.
It was too good to be true when she turned around to face him. He, rather
wishfully, thought she was going to speak to him. Instead, she reached for her
teddy bear and cuddled up with it.
The damn teddy bear was getting more action than he was. It’s not like he could
take her teddy bear. Then he’d just be an asshole.
Christmas was looming closer, however, and he didn’t want their fight to ruin
that. He was supposed to make this the best she's ever had. Belle couldn’t
celebrate Halloween because that would require human interaction. And
Thanksgiving for them had been Chinese takeout while lounging in the living
room, watching movies. He had dinner planned but, incidentally, Belle had been
on another sex binge so those plans had to be put to the side. Christmas was
the one Holiday that had to be absolutely perfect, no exceptions. Perhaps he
should apologize, or try to lighten the hostility.
“I can… I can read to you.” he suggested out of nowhere, “It’s been a while
since I’ve read to you.”
Silence. Nothing but fucking silence.
“I can continue telling you about Rumple and Belle?”
Her silent protest was almost as bad as her hunger strike.
“Fine, remain silent. See if I care.”
She did. There was something about her silence that unsettled him. It made him
feel like she hated him and was secretly plotting her escape. Perhaps it also
reminded him of his loneliness and how consuming it had been before she
arrived.
“If you expect me to get on my knees and apologize for something that you
brought on yourself, you are sorely mistaken. I am doing this because I love
you, Belle. It may not feel like it but it’s true. You mean everything to me.
So I will do whatever I have to do to keep you safe. I need to know that I can
trust you. Go ahead and be angry. But this punishment is in effect until I’m
satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson.”
That didn’t exactly make her feel less angry or more inclined to speak to him.
It did, however, kind of open her eyes.
It is her fault…
She preaches about bravery and honesty when she was too cowardly to ask him if
she could get a computer to start a blog. Belle had hardly ever lied in her
life, if at all. She was a hypocrite… Belle had once lectured him on trust and
honesty being a foundation to a real relationship. How could she expect honesty
and trust from him when she couldn’t be honest herself?
But still, he didn’t have to be so mean and violent. Thatwas his fault. And he
knewshe didn’t like being yelled at or locked up! If he did want to punish her,
he should have been more patient and gentle, like she knew he could be. She
missed that side of him…
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He came home from work, expecting to see his little girl in her room but she
wasn’t there. Her bed looked too neatly made, as if no one had laid in it. He
had a sinking feeling in his heart. Something wasn’t right. The door had been
locked, so there really wasn’t anywhere else she could be except her bathroom.
When he hesitantly opened the door, his life flashed before his eyes.
Belle, his beautiful, perfect Belle, was unconscious in the tub filled with her
own blood and water. She was pale like a ghost and she was in a long, flowy
pink gown. On the walls, the word “prisoner” was smeared with her blood. This
whole scene looked like some twisted Ophelia painting.
Once he realized what was happening, he ran to her.
“Belle!” he shouted and dragged her out of the tub. Her wrists were still
bleeding as he pulled her into his lap, cradling her head. “No no no,
sweetheart, wake up!”
She was completely still. Her body was soaking wet and heavy in his arms.
“Belle, you have to wake up! Please!”
Wolfgang was lightly slapping her face, hoping she’d open her eyes. “Baby,
please! How could you do this to me? You can’t go, not like this! Wake up,
Belle! Wake up!”
His life was ending right before his eyes and there was nothing he could do
about it. Belle had been his only reason to live. Without her, he was nothing.
He held onto her tightly, hoping through some miracle, that his life force
would enter her body and he wouldn’t have to live without her.
He sobbed brokenly, waiting for her to wake up. Slowly, his heart was crushing
into dust inside of him. His angel, his beauty, was gone. He bent down to kiss
her, to feel her lips one last time. She was cold… so very cold…
All at once, he knew he would also have to die soon. He needed to be with his
love. At least in death, they would be forever, just like they were supposed to
be in life.
“Why?” he sobbed, trying to make sense of what he didn’t want to believe.
Suddenly, her eyes opened. “You did this to me, Daddy,” she whispered through
choked sobs, “You gave me no choice. I- I wanted freedom. This is… your…fault.”
Her blue eyes were still open when she stopped breathing. “No… My love, don’t
leave me! I’m sorry, Belle!”
She was gone. For good. Every moment they ever shared played in his head. From
the moment he first saw her, to her beautiful eyes and smile, to every time
they made love, and to now holding her body in his arms. Of course, this is how
his life would end. Who was he to think that he could have a happy life?
He just wanted to die here with her in his arms. It was the last mercy he could
ever ask of life…
But he woke up, sweating and gasping. The knot in his throat was still there
and he had unshed tears in his eyes. His Belle was still sound asleep next to
him. He sighed in relief and wrapped an arm around her. She was still sleeping
but even in her sleep, she unknowingly sought out his comfort, letting her body
relax into his hold.
If Wolfgang could hold her forever, he would. She was very alive and he never
wanted to feel what he felt in that nightmare. Belle wasn’t a prisoner. That
was never his intention. He would make this right though. Somehow…
Chapter End Notes
     Comments would be very appreciated!!
***** Forgive and Forget *****
Chapter Summary
     Wolfgang comes up with a way to make it up to Belle.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is very short but the next chapter might be very long...
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He was extra paranoid after his dream, so paranoid that he didn’t go to work.
He holed himself up in his office and tried to strategize what he could do to
make this better. He spent his whole morning debating his decisions and then
spent the afternoon executing them and by night, he decided to tell her. She
was still ignoring him, brushing the hair of her doll and thinking about her
actions when he unlocked her door and stepped inside.
To Wolfgang, this was one manifestation of heaven, watching his angel while she
was peacefully at home. Obviously, in heaven, she would make eye contact with
him and not be mad. But if circumstances were different, he could sit all day
and watch her. Tonight, she was dressed in a blue nightdress. It looked
beautiful and it showed a lovely amount of her slight shoulders. He reached out
to touch her shoulder, feeling her softness. She didn’t brush him off but she
tensed.
“Sweetheart, I’ve been thinking… Christmas is in a couple of days and maybe we
should spend it away from home.” That got her attention very effectively. She
stopped brushing her doll’s hair, her silent cue to allow him to go on. “We can
spend it at the cabin. We can go out into the snow and I can take you out to
eat and shop, like last time.  What do you think?”
She turned her head slightly, needing to know if this was real and not just
something to make her talk to him. “You really want to leave for Christmas?”
He was fucking delighted to hear her voice again.
“Yes, I think it’s time that we get a break from home, yeah?”
He could see a reluctant smile forming on the silhouette of her face. He knew
this would be the best way to make things up to her.
“I’ve already made the arrangements. There will be a Christmas tree that you
can decorate and presents that you’ll unwrap Christmas morning. You’ll play in
the snow and we can enjoy the beauty of the outdoors.”
That sounded so lovely, her anger at him had basically dissipated. It’s not
like their fight was entirely his fault… She was mostly to blame and yet he was
the one making the effort to apologize. “I'd love to.” She was trying so hard
to contain her excitement. “Can I take pictures?”
Belle's wide, helpless eyes looked into his. He was so close to having her
happy again, all he had to do was say yes… The camera was basically harmless
without a computer…
“Sure, we can bring your camera.”
The thought of leaving with him andhaving her camera back was enough to put a
wide smile on her face, relieving any hesitation he may have felt. She embraced
him in her excitement and he was so happy to feel her in his arms once more,
where she belonged.
“Thank you! This is going to be the best Christmas ever!”
 “That is the plan.”
She giggled and tightened her hold on him before releasing him. She ran the
ends of his soft hair through her fingertips and her smile slowly faded into
something serious. “I’m sorry… for going behind your back and buying something
I knew you wouldn’t approve of. That was wrong of me. I kept secrets and lies
when you would never do that to me. You’ve been nothing but honest and truthful
to me since you last promised.”
Well, he wouldn’t go so far as to say that.
He had his secrets and lies that he would never be able to tell her. Like how
he’s destroying her father and keeping Grace away out of both jealousy and
fear.
“Do you forgive me, Daddy?”
Her apology was genuine. She truly believed he was honest and it reminded him
of just how much he didn’t deserve her.
“Of course, I forgive you, Belle. I could never stay mad at you.”
Belle realized just how much she adored him. His heart was so big and forgiving
and that’s one of the many reasons why she loved him. She hugged him again and
kissed his cheek. When she pulled away, it didn’t feel like enough for the
gratitude she felt towards him so she kissed him on the lips. He tasted a
little like whiskey and something sweet, like honey and she found herself
strangely drawn to it.
Wolfgang pulled her close, in case she felt like pulling away again, because he
was not ready to let her go. His arms wound their way around her waist, and his
hands started to wander while she gave into his attempt to keep her close. He
was turned on and already had his hands up her gown when she stopped him.
“No sex. I want to wait,” she breathed heavily.
“Wait for what?”
Why would she want to wait to do something they’ve done so many times before?
He knew that if he could give her a good orgasm tonight, it would be like the
official seal of forgiveness from her.
“The cabin! That’s where we first made love, remember?” He was never going to
forget. He still had dreams about it. “And this is our first real holiday
together. I want to wait so it can be special.”
He understood the sentiment but he didn’t think it was entirely necessary.
There were tons of ways they could make it special. Sex was alwaysspecial.
“Okay, I understand… But there are otherways-“
“That has to wait too,” she interrupted with a smirk, knowing what he was
thinking. It was extremely tempting because his tongue and fingers were magic
but this was one thing she had to have self-control for. Besides, he could
consider this extra punishment for being mean.
“Alright. We're leaving tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?! I have to organize my outfits and pack! ”
She moved to get up and start packing but he pulled her back.
“That can wait for tomorrow morning. It’s late and you should sleep now so you
can have energy tomorrow.”
He had a point but she was also a little suspicious that maybe he was just
trying to get her in bed so he could hold her. Besides, the sooner she went to
bed, the sooner she could wake up and the closer they would be to leaving.
Belle wanted so badly to be with him and it felt like the cabin was the only
place where they could be together without judgement.
Wolfgang knew that no matter where they went, he was always going to be a
little too protective of her. But at least she didn’t know anyone outside of
Storybrooke. She had to depend on him out there. However, with her sense of
freedom outside of Storybrooke came her likelihood to meet new people and want
friends. And people were terrible.
He secretly wanted to stay in Storybrooke forever with her locked safe inside
his house where no one could hurt her. In Storybrooke, she had her father to
fear. That kept her from leaving. But there were also people who sort of cared
for her and would be too happy to take her from him. Outside of Storybrooke,
there was a whole other array of issues and benefits. It made it almost
impossible for him to decide where he could move them to. Belle thought he was
actively searching for a new home but it seemed like nowhere was safe enough.
The cabin hadn’t been a part of his original holiday plans. But she was not
speaking to him and it was the anniversary of his parents’ deaths. He didn’t
want to be alone and he wanted her to feel some freedom, not like a prisoner.
It couldn’t be a coincidence that he dreamed of her death on the anniversary of
parents’ deaths. It was a sign. Something telling him that he needed to fix
this and the cabin worked last time.
When they came back things would be as they were before this whole mess
happened. As much as this whole trip worried him, he had his little girl’s
happiness to look forward to. That alone made this worth it.
Chapter End Notes
     This fic is all I can write right now tbh. I'm slowly writing other
     ones but this one is my main muse right now. Btw, I completely forgot
     to mention that I added an "implied eating disorder behavior" tag
     simply because I know her eating habits aren't really healthy when
     she's upset and I don't want people to be triggered by her eating
     behaviors. On my last vlog, I went into detail about the origins of
     this fic and how it all started! If you want, check it out on my
     Tumblr! (thedarkestdearie)
     And I'm wondering if y'all have any ideas/suggestions for Christmas
     gifts?? That would be very appreciated! Comment! I love your feedback
     with a passion!!
***** Holiday Pt. 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     The first part of Belle and Wolfgang going back to the cabin for
     Christmas. Wolfgang works really hard to not ruin this trip with his
     insecurities.
Chapter Notes
     I meant to only make their holiday one super long chapter but, given
     all of the shit happening within the show and the fandom, I thought
     I'd give y'all an update now instead of working on finals, like a
     good person. Because we all need something good this week and writing
     this makes me happy. The actual Christmas chapter will come after
     finals. Enjoy the smut!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Belle wasn’t sure where to start when it came to gathering outfits. She was
excited to finally have an occasion to wear her clothes out, especially her
coats because there was really no point in wearing them inside the house. Same
thing with her shoes. Most of her time inside was spent in socks and casual
clothing. But this time, people could actually see her cute outfits in person.
After dinner, she was ready. Daddy was still packing his things and making her
wait. She was going over her mental checklist for the hundredth time, wanting
to be exactly sure that she wasn’t forgetting anything. She decided she was
going to leave her Rumple with Princess Belle because she didn’t want to need
him. She wouldn’t let her anxiety and fears get to her this time.
But she was getting tired. He was taking too long and she didn’t want to rush
him out of gratitude for doing this for her. Belle was already yawning when he
was finally ready.
“You ready, Sweetheart?”
She shot up off the bed and shook off her sleepiness. Her goal was to be awake
for the whole ride and witness all the scenery.
“Yeah, let’s go!”
Belle looked so ready and lovely. He knew she was excited to be wearing her
clothes out. She was just a little overdressed considering they were only going
to drive a few hours straight for the cabin. All she needed was a light sweater
or a long sleeve, something comfortable in case she fell asleep during the
ride. But she was wearing a beautiful pink coat with a large white bow cinched
at the waist matched with a pair of white leggings and pink ballet heels with
silk ribbon that wrapped around her ankles, like the prettiest doll he’s ever
seen.
Driving through the dark, desolate streets of Storybrooke made him nervous.
Sure, it was late at night and the people were probably in their beds but they
could be seen. His passenger windows were tinted and he took the back streets
out of town as an extra precaution, but still. He couldn’t help his fears. They
did lessen once they were out of town. The odds of running into someone
decreased significantly, no one ever left that damn town.
She was happy though. She listened to music and sang along, watching the light
snowfall and all of the lights of buildings and street lamps.
It was beautiful outside of Storybrooke. There was so much to see! It was too
bad they couldn’t really stop and immerse themselves into the scenery.
Wolfgang had to stop for gas. He had forgotten to fill up his tank after work
and they wouldn’t make it with what he currently had.
“Why are we stopping?” she asked, looking around the empty gas station right.
They were right by the highway and she wanted to get to the cabin as quickly as
possible.
“We need gas if we want to make it, my love.”
He was struck with an idea. It scared him a little but he knew she would see it
as a sign of trust which is what they both needed. He pulled out a twenty and
handed it to her.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you go get us something for the road?”
The look on her face was pure surprise. “Really? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I trust you. Get us something warm while I fill up the gas tank.”
She smiled excitedly. “Okay! I’ll be right back!”
Belle flounced into gas station and it took every fiber in him to not call her
back to him. He kept his eye on her almost the entire time as he filled up the
tank. She was so bright and pure, he didn’t want her to somehow get hurt or
lost or taken.
The tank was all filled and he was ready to go. When he looked up, he couldn’t
see her from the windows of the gas station. Panic filled him along with
anxiety of all the terrible things that could have happened to her. He was just
about to head in there when he saw her approach the glass doors, all pretty and
pink and innocent. She struggled to open the door a little with her hands full
but she did manage it.
He was so relieved to see her.
She was grinning the whole time she approached him. “I got us two hot
chocolates and some muffins.”
“Sounds wonderful, my love.”
Belle handed him his cup and kissed him deeply, with tongue and everything
until he had her pinned against the car. “Thank you for letting me do this, for
trusting me. I really appreciate it.” She was nearly breathless from his
kissing.
“You’re welcome, my love. Everything went alright?”
“It was perfect! The cashier liked my outfit!”
“Oh?” Someone was going to get hurt if they came on to her.
“Yeah, she said I looked like a cute doll. It was very sweet.”
He looked in the store to see an old woman step from behind the counter and
sweep the floor… So he wasn’t going to have to hurt someone. His Belle was
flattered and happy. There was nothing wrong with that.
They were on the highway and she was eating her banana nut muffin, drinking her
hot chocolate, and humming along to the melodic song that was playing.
Everything felt peaceful for her, the culmination of freedom, of being out, and
the security of having her Daddy with her made her incredibly happy.
By the time they got to the cabin, she was almost completely wiped out. But
when she stepped inside, whatever exhaustion she felt was replaced with wonder.
The Christmas tree caught her eye first. It was huge but bare, for her to
decorate however she wanted. And then the huge pile of presents caught her eye.
“Daddy, these can’t all be for me,” she said in disbelief, “These are more
presents than I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
He smiled, so pleased with himself in knowing that he was doing well. “They’re
all for you, baby girl.”
She hugged him in what was probably the tightest hug ever.
Last Christmas, with her father, she got some junk food from a convenience
store and a cheap, used romance novel that wasn’t even good. Sometimes, she
felt like she didn’t deserve her Daddy or the way he spoils her. But at this
point, she couldn’t imagine loving or being with anyone else. She was immensely
lucky to have him.
Belle was so tired that once she changed into her pajamas, she flopped onto
their bed and fell asleep. As Wolfgang got dressed for bed and watched her in
her peacefulness, he was glad he decided to do this for her. His Belle deserved
to live a life that didn’t involve being stuck in one house. And he would give
her that life soon. For now, this vacation would have to be the next best
thing.
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Belle woke up to the smell of banana pancakes. Smiling, she knew her Daddy was
just finding another way to spoil her, and she put a blue silk robe on and went
downstairs.
“What’s this?” she asked when she entered the spacious kitchen.
“It’s breakfast, my love. We have a big day today.”
“What are we doing?”
He placed a pancake on her plate while she poured herself some juice.
“We’re going to do some grocery shopping, maybe wander the town, and then we
still have to decorate the tree.”
She was a little shocked that he wanted her to grocery shopping with him.
That’s something he always did by himself. She usually just gave him a list of
things she wanted or needed.
“You want me to go grocery shopping with you?”
He shrugged. “I thought it was something we could do together for this holiday.
Only if you want, of course. You don’t have to.”
“I’d love to! But you usually go by yourself… It’ll be nice to get my own
things and to be with you.”
“Good,” he said, although he wishfully hoped she would stay here where she’d be
safe, “Then eat up and we’ll get ready for our day.
Belle ate up all of her pancake and she took a shower and got dressed for their
day. She put on her blue coat and made sure to wear her favorite blue ribbon in
her hair. There was a light snow and she couldn’t wait to play in it later.
She had to wait for Daddy to get ready. His plan was for them to get unpacked
and settled. Then, he'd take her for lunch and they'd do their shopping. But he
was nervous for her, she could tell.
He kept fidgeting with his tie and asking if she was okay with this. “I’m
perfectly okay! The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back and decorate
the tree.”
She had a point.
He took her to a little Italian place for lunch where she ate pasta and salad.
It was a good way for him to subtly get her to carb load. She was looking
almost as thin as she was before she lived with him. It didn’t make sense since
she hadn’t gone on a hunger strike when they were fighting. He made sure she
ate more pasta than salad.
Lunch went well. Their servers were female, which lessened his stress a bit. He
was very well aware that women would not be victimless of Belle's charm, but
they were less likely to fall victim than men. Menare predators. They would
only use her. They wouldn’t appreciate her beauty and innocence, they would
simply destroy it.
Their waitress did give Belle a lingering smile though, one that was almost too
friendly. He wasn’t too sure if it was out of friendliness or lust but he still
made it a point to hold her hand across the table.
“Isn’t this lovely?” she asked while smiling at where their hands were joined.
“Being out and about like this? Not having to worry about anyone seeing us?”
“It is,” he admitted. “The people here are very blessed to see your beauty.”
She let out a bashful giggle and looked away to hide her blush, proceeding to
finish her pasta. It was so delicious, she would have asked for more if she
didn’t feel like she were about to burst.
They decided to go for a short walk after lunch around the main street. It was
so beautiful. There was a huge Christmas tree in the center of the shopping
plaza and there were Christmas lights everywhere. It already looked amazing in
daylight, she could only imagine what it looked like at night.
Wolfgang offered to buy her things from the shops but she decided to hold off
on that until after Christmas. She wanted to see just how much he was going to
spoil her with gifts. That way, she could determine what else she might want or
need.
Belle was so excited to shop for food with him. It would be nice to do
something so publicly domestic with him. All she wanted was to show the world
that she loved him and this was a good way to show it.
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The store wasn’t too packed, like one would expect on the day before Christmas
Eve. It was perfect for Wolfgang. There was enough people for Belle to feel
like she was socializing but not enough that he felt like he could lose her in
a crowd.
The first thing that hit her was the smell of fresh baked bread and the
instrumental Christmas music that was playing in the background. She pushed the
shopping cart and flounced around the store grabbing all the things she wanted
for their vacation. Lots of fruit, candy, and baking supplies. Her Daddy bought
things like meat and vegetables, things they could actually live off of.
She was wandering ahead of him in the spice aisle. Everything was going
smoothly. No guy had tried to flirt with her. People hardly paid them any mind.
But then she spotted a little blonde girl at the end of the aisle, walking all
alone. She couldn’t have been older than three and she was instantly reminded
of Grace.
“Hi there!” she greeted and crouched down next to the child. “Where’s your
mother?”
The child's eyes were watery and she didn’t speak. But she held her arms out
and Belle happily picked her up.
“You’re so friendly!” Belle giggled. “Let’s go find your parents.”
Wolfgang saw her with the child and watched her walk away, his heart ready to
fill with panic.
“Belle, Sweetheart, what are you doing?”
She turned around, bouncing the child on her hip. “I’m gonna find her mother.
She’s lost and I can’t just leave her here.”
“Madison!”
The girl’s mother came running down the aisle. Belle's face fell just a little.
“I’m so sorry! Her father and I turned around for one second and she was gone.”
“That’s okay, she’s so precious!”
The father of the child showed up with the shopping cart. Wolfgang was
observant, he had to be. He recognized the couple as the ones from the previous
aisle whom he overheard arguing about one wanting a case of beer. The wife’s
hushed words “alcoholic” and “drunk” had stood out to him, along with the
husbands slightly louder “I’m not your father.”
“Madison, thank god!” he said. The case of beer was in the cart.
Belle handed the girl to her mother and the mother exchanged a heartfelt thank
you. Wolfgang noticed the father’s eyes on Belle, his perverted gaze followed
the length of her legs and landed on her lovely, smiling lips.
He nearly ruined their last trip when that boy from the ice cream shop spoke to
her. He didn’t want to alarm her this time but he needed to get her out of here
now and back to the cabin where she'd be safe. Belle didn’t notice how close he
was until he placed his hand on her arm.
“Sweetheart, we should go,” he whispered calmly in her ear.
“Okay.” Thankfully, she didn’t sense his urgency or jealousy. Belle said her
goodbyes and took one last longing look at the toddler before walking away.
They quickly bought the remaining items on their list. Wolfgang was eager to
get her home. To add to his stresses, the young man at the checkout counter
directed his “Happy Holidays” only to his Belle, witha smile.
She was such a sweetheart that she smiled back and said, “You too!”
It’s like she viewed everyone as her friend when that was far from the truth.
He refused to let her help put the groceries in the trunk, insisting that she
go in the car before she freezes. Belle simply thought he was being chivalrous
but he was really trying hard to contain himself. This is exactly why he always
hesitates to take her places. People want her. But she can’t see that. She
doesn’t understand the ugly reality of the outside world…
Shortly after they returned to the cabin and unloaded their groceries, it
started snowing.
“Can we go outside?!” she asked. She had been waiting all winter to go out in
the snow.
Belle's excitement always made him feel good about everything. “Yeah, let’s do
it.”
“I’ll go change into my boots and get my camera!”
His plans for their little vacation were going smoothly, flirtations and
sexually frustrated fathers aside. He had promised her dinner in the town but
he secretly anticipated being snowed in. The weather predictions had been
highly accurate lately. They wouldn’t have to leave the cabin too much but
Belle would still feel the freedom of being away. That was his real plan.
They were outside and she was taking all kinds of pictures. She made a snow
angel and threw snowballs at trees. Daddy only wanted to watch her so he sat on
the porch. He brought her a cup of hot chocolate because he was pretty sure she
would let herself freeze if he let her.
“Baby, the snow's getting heavy,” he said when her lips were turning blue. “We
should go inside.”
“Not yet, please!”
He nodded, aware of how much this meant to her. “A few more minutes then.”
She couldn’t feel her fingers or toes but she sat on the steps of the porch and
played with the snow that had gathered there. “It’d be nice if you could come
down here.”
“I’m fine right here.”
“It’ll make me go inside faster,” Belle informed him.
He smirked and caved in, brushing snow aside with his foot so he could take a
seat next to her. Snow covered the trees and had effectively surrounded his
car, just like he hoped.
“We're snowed in.”
She put her head on his shoulder and shrugged. “That’s okay… Look at how
beautiful and amazing all of this is.”
He gazed upon the land and took in its beauty. It was getting dark and the only
noise to be heard was the wind gusting through the pine trees.
“It’s incredible.”
Snowflakes had started to fall in his hair and she shook them out with her
fingers, laughing in the process. He smiled at her and she loved when he
smiled. It made her happy and she felt it deep in her heart and soul.
Belle leaned in slowly and licked her cold lips, living and absorbing every
second of this moment. When she kissed him, his lips were warm and it spread
through her. She didn’t want to pull away but she felt a shiver coming along.
Wolfgang finally intervened. “Okay, that’s enough snow for today. Let’s go
inside and I’ll make us some dinner.”
She agreed and while he made dinner, she took a nice, warm bath with a bath
bomb called “winter wonderland” that turned blue and white in the water. Belle
came down for dinner in one of her newer nightgowns, a baby pink one. This one
barely covered anything but the house was warm from the heating so it didn’t
matter.
Daddy made her soup and gave her lots of delicious bread for dinner. It wasn’t
Christmas yet but, with this day alone, it was shaping out to be the best one
yet.
He cleaned up the table and dishes while she started decorating the tree. Old
Christmas records played on the record player and Daddy had built a fire in the
chimney for her. She looked at the boxes of new decorations and then at the
tree, trying to envision what she wanted.
Her gifts had to be moved if she wanted to get around easy so she moved them
all to the side. She started with the white lights and wrapped them around the
tree. Then she followed that with a red and gold garland. She was most excited
for the ornaments. She and her mother used to put ornaments on their little
fake tree every holiday season. Placement was everything. And she already
decided that the rose gold ornaments were her favorite.
“I made you some tea,” Wolfgang announced while she was figuring out where best
to place the glass angel ornament. “The tree is coming along beautifully, my
love.”
“Thanks! You know, you could help me.”
He inclined his head in agreement because, technically, he could. “Yes, but I
would much rather watch you. You’re so beautiful, I can watch you all day.” He
sipped on his tea and his eyes gleamed with amusement.
“Please, help me, Daddy,” she pleaded, knowing it would chip away at his
resolve, “I really want this to be something we can do together. It is our
first Christmas and traditions need to start somewhere.”
Belle could see him already giving into her. He put his tea down and stood up.
“Fine, I’ll help. If only to see your beautiful smile.”
She smiled for him and planted a quick kiss on his lips, not enough for him to
feel fully satisfied.
“Here, you can put up these silver ones,” she told him while handing him a
container with round, silver orbs.
Wolfgang distributed the ornaments evenly throughout the tree. He wasn’t
exactly a master decorator but he did have good taste and an eye for beautiful
things so he knew where to place things so that their beauty stood out. It was
actually quite relaxing and fun to spend time with Belle like this. He would
help her with the high places she had trouble reaching, purposefully brushing
his body against hers and speaking lowly in her ear in ways that made her
shiver. She would place ornaments on the low hanging branches so that he’d get
a glimpse of her underwear when she bent over and she’d sometimes brush a hand
over his knee or thigh, claiming it helped her keep balance. They still managed
to work productively together and by the time they were almost finished, their
tree was nearly a masterpiece.
Then she came across an ornament of what was probably a white baby Jesus
bundled in blankets. If he hadn’t been so focused, he’d have seen her face fall
just in the slightest.
“Wouldn’t it be amazing if we had Grace with us? I really miss her and she'd
love this tree.” Wolfgang stiffened a little but carried on with his
decorating. “The little girl at the store reminded me of her. Don’t you think?
They had similar hair and features.”
“Mm hmm.”
Great, now he was thinking about that child and her perverted father!
“I would love to see her again. Perhaps soon?”
“Perhaps.” He tried to keep his voice light and free of tension.
“Have you spoken to her father recently?”
“No, Jefferson has been sending his rent through the mail so there’s really no
need to speak to him.”
“Maybe you can talk to him and see if he'd be willing to let me see her.”
“I’ll see.”
She smiled satisfactorily, thinking he was actually going to try. They topped
the tree off with a bright white star and it tied the whole tree together.
“I love it! It’s perfect!” she hugged him and squeezed him tightly. Then she
placed her gifts back under the tree. One was particularly heavy. It was a big,
long box wrapped in red gift wrap. “What’s in this?” she asked, crawling out
from under the tree.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You won’t find out until Christmas morning,
my love.”
She sat back on the furry rug and looked up at him. “Please, Daddy.”
She made a pretty picture on the rug in front of the fireplace and in her
little nightgown but he couldn’t give into those pretty eyes right now. “That’s
not gonna work on me this time.”
He sat on the couch and sipped at what was left of his tea. “What’s not gonna
work?” she asked innocently but he saw the little twitch in her lip and the
smug gleam in her eyes.
“That thing you do with the pleaseand your eyes. I’m not falling for it. You’ll
wait for Christmas, end of story.”
She chuckled and crawled towards his lap, resting her arms on his legs. “I feel
bad… I don’t have a gift for you, Daddy.”
“Baby, you’re my gift. The best gift I can ever ask for.”
“I mean something material,” she blushed and bit her lip.
“I don’t need anything material. You are all I need.”
“Well, I don’t need material things and that’s all you got me.”
Yes, only because he felt he had to somehow buy her forgiveness, happiness, and
love. How else was she ever going to want to stay with him?
“You want to give me a gift?” he asked, an idea sparking within him as she
absentmindedly drew patterns on his leg over the fabric of his trousers. She
nodded eagerly. “Maybe you can give me something I haven’t had in a while?”
Belle looked curiously into his eyes, sensing he wanted something sexual. “Like
what?”
“Go sit on the rug,” he instructed.
She obeyed, wanting to see exactly what he had in mind. Daddy undid a couple of
buttons on his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, just how she liked. Belle was
excited when he joined her on the rug.
“You know you’re everything to me,” he stated softly and brought his hand to
caress her face. “You’re my life. I don’t need material things from you because
you give me a fulfilled, satisfied life.”
He was leaning in closer, his warm breath on her lips, and he could hear her
breath quicken just a little. She whimpered so softly when he kissed her and
slid his tongue inside her mouth.
Belle's body felt weak with the surge of hormones going through her so he
easily got her to lie down on the large rug. He tasted like tea and smelled
like his cologne and the smoke from the fire burning. Belle moved her hands
over his chest and felt the smoothness of the exposed skin and the hardness of
his body. There was so much sensation in one kiss, so much to lose herself in.
She felt his pants stiffening against her thigh as he moved his kisses down her
neck. Wolfgang had snuck a hand between them and cupped her. He felt damp heat
and moaned with her, proceeding to tug her underwear down.
“I thought this was your gift,” she said through her hard breathing.
“It is.”
“I should probably make you wait until Christmas then, just like I have to.”
Oh no, she wasn’t going to deprive him of this any longer. She thought she was
being cute but she promised they'd wait to be at the cabin and now here he was,
desperate for her.
“Who said this can’t be an early gift for the both of us? Just because it’s my
gift doesn’t mean we both can’t enjoy it.”
He had already moved down between her legs and got rid of her underwear. His
kisses moving up her thigh silenced her. Belle felt his tongue and let out a
cry that was pure lust.
His hands were holding onto her hips to keep his little girl in place. Belle
placed her fingers over his, feeling his knuckles and rings, while Daddy ate
her out.
He made her nerves sing. Every skillful move he made had her gasping and
moaning. She was bathed in the warmth and glow of the fire, her hips gently
grinding on the soft rug to follow his tongue's movements.
Wolfgang derived so much pleasure from this. After those insufferable days of
her teasing him in those beautiful underwear and sleepwear when she was angry
with him, he was finally able to get and give her what he really wanted. When
he thought about how deprived he had been, he focused all of his tongue’s
movements on the little bud he knew would drive her wild.
She threw her head back and squeezed onto his hands that were still holding her
hips in place. “Daddy, like that!”
He did it until she screamed and a few jerking movements of her hips indicated
her orgasm. Belle was limp on the floor and taking deep breaths by the time
Wolfgang was done there.
He was completely hard and dying to be inside of her. Fucking her on the floor
was bound to be hell on his body but he couldn’t bring himself to care. After
divesting himself of his pants, he got on top of her.
“Ready for more, my princess?”
She smiled because of course she was ready. Everything was so romantic and
beautiful, how could she not want to make love like this? The fire’s glow was
lighting his handsome face perfectly and making his eyes look extra warm and
inviting. She felt pure love and devotion for him. The fact that he sometimes
had trust issues and got angry with her didn’t matter then. He was perfect.
“I’m ready, Daddy.”
Wolfgang started off gentle, slowly moving himself inside of her incredibly hot
cunt and allowing them both to savor the romance. But his primal self
eventually started to take root. Flashes of images of the staring waitress at
lunch, the perverted father from the grocery store who could obviously give
Belle the child she wants, and that stupid young cashier who smiled at her, all
went through him. The anger he had to control earlier was letting itself out
through sex. They would never have her. Belle was his to love.
He wasn’t aware of how hard he was fucking her until he heard her
uncontrollable moans. She was gripping onto his shoulders, her thighs locked at
his hips, and her eyes wide and adoring while he slammed into her. For someone
so small and sweet, she sure loved being fucked hard.
So he let his frustrations and jealousies guide him. He couldn’t help but think
about the men commenting lewd things on her blog and every picture his little
girl exposed her body in. There was so much to be angry about, he wouldn’t be
surprised if Belle woke up with bruises.
Her legs started to shake and her body tightened. She was loud and ready for
the intense bliss she knew was coming. She opened her mouth to say something
encouraging, but he had thrust extra hard and it turned into a scream.
Wolfgang watched and felther quivering orgasm, and how her body trembled as the
bliss crashed down on her. It was fucking euphoric and he thrust recklessly
until he let out a long groan and came. She was still whimpering when he
finally stopped.
Both of their bodies were covered in sweat. His knee throbbed. But he stayed on
top of her and they listened to the soft crackle of the fire.
“That was incredible,” she giggled when she was able to think again and kissed
him, playing with his hair. She was satisfied, satiated, and exhausted. The
perfect end to a perfect day.
When he rolled off of her, they stayed relaxed on the rug. They were both so
spent. She hummed along to the melody of the instrumental music that was still
playing.
“That was most definitely the best Christmas gift ever, my love.”
Belle smiled and rolled on top of him, ignoring the semen dripping down her
thigh and onto her dress.
“For now,” she winked and kissed him again.
They still had one more day until Christmas morning… So there was still time
for lots of great sex to be had…
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(Here's a link to myVlogs, in case y'all don't have me on Tumblr!! They're
mostly about this fic so I thought they would interest those of you who aren't
on Tumblr but still like this fic.)
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry if I haven't been that active on Tumblr this weekend. After
     the news of Emilie leaving the show, I had to disconnect from the
     fandom and just immerse myself into this wonderful fic au where
     everything is mostly sweet and lovely. This Belle is where I go when
     I need to be naïve and oblivious, which seems like all the time now.
     She allows me to regress into that innocent, sheltered space where
     nothing can bother me. Anyway, enough of that depressing shit, I'll
     probably vlog about that and the finale soon. Tell me what you
     thought of this chapter!! And if you have any more gift ideas before
     I start writing that part!
***** Holiday Pt. 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     It's Christmas and Belle gets a shit ton of gifts! Rumbelle Christmas
     in August??
Chapter Notes
     I am so fucking sorry this took way too long to update for you guys!!
     I am incredibly disappointed with myself this summer. I thought I was
     going to be able to update all of my fics and write new ones that
     I've been promising but no. I traveled to Scotland, England, and
     Ireland and I swore I was going to do so much writing when I got
     back. I've been back for like 6 weeks and I've moved houses and done
     nothing but swim and watch movies/shows. Anyway, enjoy this update!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was Christmas Eve. Belle’s first one where she wasn’t miserable. They were
supposed to go out but the snow was too bad, much to Wolfgang’s delight. His
leg was killing him after their night of vigorous floor fucking. He wouldn’t be
able to do that again for a while.
He had a nice dinner planned for her. Right now, she was upstairs relaxing with
a book while he cooked for her. He hoped Belle was enjoying herself. She spent
the morning in a very good mood. In fact, she was the one who informed them
they were snowed in, with no visible disappointment. And when he complained
about some pain in his knee, she eagerly took care of him until the pain
subsided by providing a warm compress and massaging his knee.
Belle loved snow and she loved her Daddy so it was the perfect way for her to
spend Christmas Eve, even if they didn’t get to go out into the town like
originally planned.
Their Christmas Eve dinner was salmon in a white wine sauce with roast
potatoes. It was delicious and Belle decided it was now one of her favorite
meals.
“We should watch a Christmas movie!” She suggested excitedly after finishing
her meal. “There’s a bunch on TV right now.”
“Whatever you want, my love. Why don’t you go pick one while I serve dessert?”
Belle happily went into the living room and settled on How the Grinch Stole
Christmas. She always admired Dr. Seuss and his imaginative fantasy worlds.
Plus, the movie always made her laugh.
Dessert was a raspberry sorbet she got when they went shopping. It tasted so
amazing that she ate two bowls of it. During the movie, Wolfgang poured himself
a glass of red wine and resumed sitting next to Belle, wrapping his arm around
her and relaxing in this beautiful moment with her.
“Can I try some?” She asked him, looking at the wine curiously.
He had never asked her if she wanted to try alcohol. She was only eighteen and
he figured she wasn’t the drinking type considering her innocent good girl
personality.
“Are you sure?”
She looked excited and nervous. The only time she ever tasted alcohol was when
it was on his lips. She bit her lip and nodded. “I’m sure. I want to try it.”
He agreed and handed Belle his glass. She took it tentatively with both hands
and smelled it first, the scent of grapes and alcohol filling her head. He
watched very attentively as her lips wrapped around the glass and she took her
first sip of wine. Something about witnessing this experience turned him on.
She licked her lips when she finished and grinned shyly.
“It’s good.”
He smiled with her. “Yeah?”
“Mm hmm, can I try some more?”
“I can pour you your own glass, if you’d like.”
She smiled big and nodded.
Belle ended up drinking three glasses of wine. After the second, she was a
giggly mess and after the third, she got a little frisky. His little girl was a
lightweight. He was sober, as he enjoyed witnessing Belle’s first time
drinking. But he could tell she was tired by how heavy her eyes looked.
Before the movie even ended, she started to kiss him and play with his hair.
She was nearly out of breath when she pulled away. “Let’s have sex!” she
whispered excitedly.
He chuckled at her drunk forwardness. “Why don’t we go upstairs first?”
He stood up and held out his hand to escort her. She took his hand but she
stood up too fast and nearly stumbled.
“Whoa, be careful Sweetheart,’ he cautioned, keeping her upright.
“I am! It’s the room that’s spinning,” she giggled and swayed her way up the
stairs. She almost fell once but Wolfgang was guiding her, making sure she made
it to their room unharmed.
Once they made it past the threshold, she threw herself at him and kissed him
again. “Come on, Daddy, let’s have sex!” She wrapped her hand around his tie
and got an idea, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “You can- you can tie me
to the bed and do whatever you want to me.”
Apparently, she was a kinky drunk as well. She had never discussed sexual
fantasies before. She must be really drunk to have expressed a desire that
seemed so out of character. Her eyes were glued to his lips but his were
scanning her face. She definitely needed some sleep.
“Let’s get you in bed, shall we?”
She took that to mean they were finally going to fuck so she happily obliged,
carelessly throwing herself on the bed and laughing.
“Are you gonna take your clothes off?” She asked, even though she couldn’t feel
her limbs enough to take off her own.
He chuckled again and sat next to her. “I actually left something downstairs.”
Wolfgang covered her with the blanket and began to tuck her in but she started
playing with his hair.
“I love sex, Daddy,” she mentioned as he tried to get her to lay still.
“I know you do, Sweetheart.” His body felt the brunt of her sexual appetite.
The pain in his knee was proof.
She gave a throaty laugh and tugged on his tie. “Do you want to know why?”
He didn’t realize there was a reason. He just assumed it was because she was
young and had an incredibly high sex drive.
“Why?”
“Because sex with you makes all the bad thoughts go away,” she admitted.
“Bad thoughts?”
She nodded and looked into his eyes thoughtfully. “When I’m alone, I sometimes
feel sad. I think too much and it feels like there’s something wrongwith me.
But you make it all go away, Daddy. My head stops spinning and things seem
clear and happy with you… Do you love me?”
“With all my heart.”
He made her smile. Her thoughtful manner changed and she was back to her frisky
ways. “Then let’s do it now!”
He held her hands still and proceeded to tuck her back in. “In a moment. I need
to head downstairs for something. Just lie down and relax.”
She cuddled into the pillow and yawned. “Okay, hurry back.”
He turned to look at her before he closed the door and her eyes were closed.
She was completely passed out.
Wolfgang went and poured himself some whiskey and reflected on her words. He
tried to drink away the heaviness he felt in his gut. Why was she so sad? Was
it because of him?
But how could he be the cause if he’sthe one who makes her feel better? He was
trying so hard to make her happy. Was she ever going to be truly happy? Even if
he wasn’t to blame, he had to do something to make her better. Maybe it was her
past, or her father. Probably both. Maybe all the gifts he got her would make
her happy. At least until he could get them away from Storybrooke and they
could start a new life together, somewhere far away.
When he was buzzed enough to feel tired, he made his way back upstairs and got
into bed with her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered, “I love
you so much. I’ll make it all better, my love.”
She was deep in her slumber but even in her unconsciousness, she nuzzled into
his body. It was one of his favorite feelings. He couldn’t wait for the morning
to see the look on her face when she opened her presents.
                                     XXXX
In true Belle fashion, she woke up first and immediately remembered it was
Christmas. She felt completely fine, no hangover whatsoever. But her Daddy was
still asleep and she wasn’t sure if she should wake him because he looked so
handsome and peaceful. After five minutes of watching him sleep, she decided it
was time for him to wake up. She got up and went into the bathroom for a few
minutes to freshen up. And when she got out, she jumped on the bed.
“Daddy, wake up, it’s Christmas!!”
He groaned at being woken up so early. His body wasn’t as resilient as hers.
“Can I open my presents?”
Those wide blue eyes he loved so much were staring at him in anticipation and
he let out a soft grin. “Give me a few minutes to get ready, yeah?”
“Okay! I’ll go downstairs and make you some coffee!”
He splashed his face with water to wake him up some more. When he went
downstairs, she was already sitting by the tree with two cups of coffee ready.
“Can I open them now?”
“Go ahead.”
Belle could barely contain her excitement when she scanned all the gifts. She
decided to start off small, picking a thin rectangular gift wrapped in pink
wrapping paper. She tore the paper carefully and revealed a diary that looked
like a storybook. It had a light blue cover with butterflies. And it had a lock
with a key so she could keep her thoughts private.
“I love it! I’ve always wanted to keep a diary!”
“Is that so? I saw it and thought you might like it.”
“I really do!”
Perfect. What she could never know, however, was that he had a spare key to her
diary. But he promised himself he would only look at it if he felt, without a
doubt, that something was wrong with Belle. He still believed she deserved her
privacy. The journal was only to ensure that she was happy.
“Daddy, take pictures of me with each gift!” she requested and handed him her
camera.
He had never taken pictures of her with her camera. He only had some pictures
of her on his phone, back from the days where he was stuck watching her from
afar while he still planned her life with him. He was happy to be the
designated photographer, any excuse he had to watch her and look at her, he
always took the opportunity.
Her next gift was a green gift bag with white tissue paper. It had all kinds of
makeup and palettes that she saw fashion and beauty bloggers use. Wolfgang just
got what was popular and most expensive.
“This is so cool! I can be like those cool makeup girls!”
He smiled as she reached for the biggest, heaviest box, the one wrapped in
shiny red wrapping paper. This was one of his favorite gifts for her. Belle
ripped the paper until she got a clear view of the box, it had a picture of a
piano keyboard.
“A keyboard? Daddy, I love it but I don’t know how to play.”
“I can teach you.”
Her eyes brightened at his solution. “You know how to play?”
He nodded. “When I was a boy, my parents insisted I be classically trained on
the piano. I figured this could be something that we do together.”
“That’s the best idea ever!! Oh my god, I’m so excited!”
She got off the floor and rushed to kiss him. She was only three presents in.
How was she going to react by the end of them?
“Go on, open the rest of them,” he encouraged when she pulled away.
The next one she opened was multiple pairs of thigh highs. Her favorite were
the maroon ones with black stripes because they would go perfectly with her
surprise gift for him. But he also got her cute ones with bows and he even got
her stockings with animal silhouettes. She got some new dresses and sweaters.
And more books!
Wolfgang gave her an MP3 player with some music he downloaded for her. There
was a playlist dedicated to her and a playlist of his personal favorite songs.
She loved that he did that because she loved knowing him and his interests.
She opened a tiny black box wrapped in sparkly gold paper that contained a
necklace which matched her promise ring perfectly and it was so sweet and
beautiful. Some gifts were little things like coloring books and craft
supplies, stuff to occupy her mind.
Belle looked happy opening her gifts. She squealed when she opened the pink
Polaroid camera he bought for her. And he got her a printer for the pictures
she took with her digital camera. Belle was touched that he was taking her
photography hobby seriously.
Probably her favorite gift, however, was the last one, which he had put aside.
It was a cell phone. With only his number programmed. That way he could be in
constant contact with her and never have to worry. At this point he was mostly
confident that Belle wouldn’t try to leave him. Plus, it was a simple phone, a
camera flip phone. But it had unlimited talk and text.
“You got me a phone?! I’ve never had a phone before! Now I can call you or text
you anytime! Oh my god, Daddy I can talk to you while you’re at work! I love
it! I love all of my gifts and I love you!!”
She rushed him once again and kissed him for a long time but pulled away when
it got a little heated because the gift giving wasn’t over.
“I have a gift for you.” She said with a sneaky grin and got off his lap.
“You already gave me my gift last night.”
“This one is different.”
She had hidden his gift deep behind the tree. It looked like a lump wrapped in
newspaper. She handed it to him and she looked just as excited giving him a
gift as she was receiving them.
“Open it.” Belle sat right next to him and watched as he tore the newspaper
apart, revealing a white shirt of his and his silk maroon tie.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You got me my own clothes?”
She bit her lip and got back on his lap. “They’re not for you. They’re for meto
wear tonight… in bed.. And they’re gonna go great with my new thigh high socks,
don’t you think?”
He pulled her into another kiss, a passionate one that made her feel
butterflies in her tummy. “You are the greatest gift ever.”
“So are you,” his sweet girl admitted.
She slipped off his lap and went back to looking at all her gifts. She felt so
lucky and spoiled, but she couldn’t bring herself to care too much. She went
from having scraps to having… all of this. She took all her gifts upstairs and
went into their room to get acquainted with all of them. And he made her
breakfast while she did so.
The feeling of gratification he received when she opened her gifts was going to
last him a while. The smiles it put on her face were worth it alone. The phone
had been a risky gift but he knew if he could have contact with her throughout
the day, it would ease his worries. He also thought that she’d get less lonely
if she could call or text him whenever she pleased so that would definitely be
a benefit.
And he couldn’t wait for his gift. He had completely fucked up the last time
she tried to surprise him like that. He had yelled at her in a moment of
frustration and it had cost him dearly. But tonight, he could make up for
missing out on that experience.
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Belle waited in the room, in her “gift” for her Daddy. She was sitting on the
bed, familiarizing herself with her new phone. He was downstairs, making sure
all of the doors were locked and the security systems were working.
She was smiling when he came into the room. “Do you like it?”
It was the most beautiful scene. She had dimmed the lights and lit a candle and
she sat in the center of their bed, wearing his clothes and her thigh highs. He
was aroused just looking at her.
“I absolutely love it.”
The tapping of his cane as he walked towards the bed excited her. “Can I
undress you, Daddy?”
He stopped at the foot of the bed and licked his lips. He couldn’t stop staring
at her. “Only if you kiss me first.”
She grinned and crawled her way to him. She was slowly enticing him when she
placed her hands on his chest and slid them up until they rested at the nape of
his neck. Belle was wearing a tropical flavored lip balm and he tasted it when
she kissed him. He pulled her closer to him and wanted to taste more of her.
She almost let him but remembered she was supposed to undress him and she loved
doing that. This time, it was him who was left breathless when she pulled away.
She took each item of clothing off as if it were precious. And when she
finished, she laid back down and he followed on top of her, resuming the kiss
that she interrupted.
It was different feeling his own shirt on someone else. She looked amazing in
it.
Belle was being very clingy, holding onto him tightly as if he was ever going
to let go. He stopped for air and brushed her hair back, leaving her neck
vulnerable to him, so pale and smooth and begging to be marked. He kissed her
neck teasingly at first, making her giggle because it tickled. But it quickly
turned into a moan when he started sucking and biting her skin.
She started grinding against his leg, which was wedged between her thighs. He
felt how wet she was and it prompted him to continue on the other side of her
neck. And he opened up his shirt to move his mouth onto her breasts. That
nearly drove her insane. She was already close to orgasm. He knew this because
her moans were getting higher and she was grinding against him faster. He knew
she was on the edge so he stopped sucking and used a hand to pin her hips from
moving.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
Belle whimpered in shock. Her arousal had built up and she needed a release.
Her Daddy had never denied her an orgasm before. He usually encouraged them.
“Daddy, please! I need it now!”
“Soon, my princess. I want to be inside of you when it happens. I want to
feelyou.”
Belle wasn’t too pleased but she went along with it. After all, she trusted him
and he always made her feel amazing. “Can I be on top?” She asked with a smirk.
Since he was getting his way, she should get hers too.
“As you wish,” he stated but kept her pinned before she could move on top of
him. “But let me take this off, yeah?”
He was touching the soft fabric of her pink underwear. She nodded in
anticipation because she couldn’t wait to get on top of him.
Her Daddy went down slowly, admiring her body until he finally reached the pink
fabric. Her dampness was visible and it gave him only one thought. He hooked
his fingers in the waistband and took his time getting her underwear down her
lovely legs. Wolfgang was in a lustful trance when he spread her legs and
settled between them. He could already taste her. He teased her, once again,
with kisses to her abdomen and pelvis.
Her back arched and she moaned loudly when she felt his tongue on her. He set
out to taste her and all her sweetness. God, she was incredible, addicting. Not
even her hand tugging on his hair could remind him of his original intention.
“Daddy!” She moaned. “I thought you wanted me to be- ah!” She was so close that
she struggled to keep her thoughts. “Inside you!” She finished mindlessly.
He was sucking on her and she would have cum if he had sucked a little longer
or a little harder. She cried in frustration when he looked up and licked his
lips. “You are very right, my little girl. I believe we had an agreement. You
want to be on top.”
She wasted no time and flipped them over so she was on top. Belle figured if he
wanted to play, she could play too. So she took off his boxers and took him in
hand. Her small, soft hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked him. It was the
loveliest view of his Belle on top of him, looking disheveled with his shirt
open and her hair messy.
He gasped when she rubbed herself on him, her warm wetness coating him. And she
continued to tease and grip him. Her Daddy was throbbing and moaning and
cursing. It was fun to see him at her mercy, like she had been moments ago.
“Do you want to be inside of me now?” She asked with that ironically innocent
tone she used when she wanted to get her way.
“Yes, Baby, please!”
She was still touching him and it was driving him mad. Belle was satisfied with
his answer and guided him inside of her. Just for a moment, things slowed down.
Belle’s voice shook a little when she moaned and her eyes went wide.
Wolfgang had to watch her. This same bed was where he first made love to her.
And it was just as perfect. He caressed her thighs and reveled in how tight and
wet she felt. His hands rested on her hips when she moved against him. His
little girl now knew exactly how to ride him. All she had to do was lose
herself on his cock and he was sure to finish.
She opened his shirt a little more for him, to make his view even better. He
almost regretted letting her on top because she controlled the pace and all he
wanted to do was throw her down on the mattress and fuck her so hard that she
couldn’t remember her name. But she knew exactly what she was doing and she was
so fucking beautiful that he didn’t mind her gentle start.
“Daddy,” she sighed and rode him a little faster.
“Yes, my love?”
Belle looked down at his beautiful face. She smiled because she was happy. This
was the best Christmas she’s ever had and now they were finishing it off with
great sex.
“I love you,” she cried, moving harder.
He grunted while tightening his grip on her. She amazed him. She loved him. And
she amazed him for it. “I love you too, Belle.”
After that intimate exchange, Belle’s body went into overdrive and did
everything she could to get both of them to orgasm. Daddy helped by using his
hands. She threw her head back and her mouth was opened wide as she screamed
for him and he felt every single second of her fluttering and tensing. She was
incredible to watch and feel. He was surprisingly taken aback at the intensity
of his own orgasm shortly after hers and by the end of the night, they were
both sweaty, shaking messes.
She spent the morning after Christmas sitting on his face, being blessed with
many consecutive orgasms and he got to cum in that hot little mouth of hers. He
had woken up and saw that she was still wearing his shirt, along with her thigh
highs, and she had been irresistible. His little girl had also been marked from
the bites he left on her neck from the night before and they made him feel a
sense of pride. She liked them, as they served as a reminder of their amazing
night together. Belle even took pictures of the marks on her camera to
commemorate it. If she ever managed to somehow get her blog back up, she might
even post them.
Around lunchtime, she had waltzed into the study wearing a beautiful matching
set of a navy blue long sleeve shirt and tennis skirt. She walked in to ask
about going for a walk but he ended up bending her over the desk and fucked her
until walking basically became impossible.
And at bedtime, he managed to seduce her again. It had taken her five minutes
to regain her ability to speak after sex. He spent that time playing with her
hair while she rested her head on his chest.
“How do you do that?” She asked, tracing lines on his torso with her
fingertips.
“Do what, my love?”
She heard and felt the low rumble of his voice as he spoke and it gave her so
much comfort. Everything about him gave her comfort. She could still smell the
cologne on his skin and it smelled like safety to her. “You make me feel so
good during sex every time. How do you do it?”
Sex with you makes all the bad thoughts go away,she had drunkenly confided in
him. They hadn’t talked about that night’s conversation at all. He wondered if
she even remembered what she said.
“It’s just passion. Love. Fate. Things feel good when they’re meant to be.”
She smiled because he was right. They were meant to be. It felt so right being
with him. “Daddy, let’s just stay here. I know we talked about moving somewhere
else but let’s just stay here and leave Storybrooke behind! We can be just as
happy here as anywhere else. We won’t ever have to worry about someone finding
out about me. Let’s never go back there again!”
His love spoke like a true dreamer. She wasn’t being practical but she was
being passionate. And she was sure as hell catching him off guard, a skill she
had developed. “Baby, it’s not that simple.”
“Sure it is! We just never have to go back. What are we even leaving behind?”
For her, it was her father and people who mightcare about her, which was really
in his best interest. But him, he was leaving behind his power and control. And
he was still in the careful process of punishing Moe. There was still so much
he had to do.
“Our things, for one-“
“You can arrange for someone to pack them up and bring them to us! You did it
with my gifts and the tree and all that stuff.”
Well, she had him there. Dove was mainly responsible for their arrival being so
smooth. He arranged everything just as Wolfgang had specifically asked.
“Yes, but there’s still all of my business affairs over there. If I just
disappeared, people would most certainly notice and ask questions. They would
come looking for me.”
Her big eyes were pleading with him. “But Daddy, we’re free here. Isn’t that
worth it?”
“Not if it puts you at risk, Belle,” he explained gently. “I wish it was that
simple. But we need to go about this the right way. We can’t just do what’s
easy.”
She looked away from him and resumed resting on his chest. “Okay.”
Seconds ago, she was a dreamer, full of hope and light. But reality was getting
to her. He didn’t want her to lose her light.
“What would your dream house look like?” He asked, hoping to give her some
sense of escape and hope.
“My dream house?”
“Yes, what would it be?”
He could feel her mood lighten up instantly. “Anywhere with you. Where we can
be together. And be free.”
Belle’s love was pure and simple and he felt more unworthy than ever. “Me
aside, what would you want?” Because he wasn’t always going to be enough.
She spent a moment in thoughtful silence. “Umm, I want lots of outside space
with grass. And I’d like to be close to the sea! But also close to the woods. I
want it to be a big house. And I want lots of dogs!” And children too. But she
didn’t dare mention it to him. It would just upset him because he thought it
was impossible. But she had hope that maybe one day they could have a family.
“Very well, that’s where we’ll live.”
“What?” She laughed in disbelief.
“I said that’s where we’ll live.”
“How?”
He spoke with such confidence when he said, “I’ll either find it or build it.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
She kissed him on the lips and rested her forehead on his. “I can’t wait.”
They were leaving back home tomorrow night. That’s why she felt this urgent
need to stay here. But if she wanted her dream house so they could live their
dream life, going back to Storybrooke was the right thing to do.
He did give her one last gift though. As they headed back home, they stopped by
a roadside diner where he bought her a slice of cherry pie and a vanilla
milkshake as a late-night dessert for the meal they had at the cabin. She was
surprised at the gesture and she loved him for it. Wolfgang had them sit in the
back but she didn’t notice. Belle was always so happy to be out that she never
noticed how hidden he actually kept her. Always in the back tables and always
when the place had as few people as possible. She just liked being near people.
She didn’t want to be noticed or anything but she liked to observe them living
their lives, just like she used to when she would sneak away to Granny’s and
sip her iced tea. She would pretend to be like them, a normal person with a
life.
Her life now was great, blessed. But she still found the company of other
people to be nice. Being with her Daddy made it so much better. She felt safe
and loved. She was no longer a loner hiding behind her books.
“Are you ready to leave, princess?” He asked, taking hold of her hand and
kissing it.
That gesture always made her blush. She let out a small giggle and nodded,
taking the last sip of her milkshake. “I’m ready.”
The food made her tired so she slept through most of the car ride. This trip to
the cabin was only for a few days and even though they spent most of it snowed
in, it was still worth it just to be with him far from Storybrooke, where she
didn’t have to hide.
He promised her they’d move into her dream house soon so they wouldn’t be stuck
in Storybrooke. Their lives would be even more perfect.
                                     XXXX
New Year’s Eve came quickly after Christmas. Despite not wanting to go back at
first, it was nice being home with her new gifts.
She and Daddy spent the afternoon of New Year’s Eve practicing on her keyboard.
They didn’t get too far. He was teaching her scales, and she was learning very
quickly. But he had wrapped his arms around hers, guiding her fingers with his,
and he had nuzzled his face into her neck and kissed her. Belle, of course,
couldn’t resist him and she ended up spending the rest of New Year’s Eve in her
underwear.
Wolfgang brought out champagne for when it hit midnight. For the first time,
she had someone to kiss when midnight struck. She snuggled on the couch with
him and they drank until she felt fuzzy, which didn’t take long. This new year
was going to be great. They had each other. And this year was full of promises
and a better future. Belle already had ideas written down in her diary as to
how she wanted to decorate her dream house.
“What’s your New Year’s resolution?” she asked while taking another sip of
champagne.
He didn’t have one. He didn’t believe in resolutions. Wolfgang just had goals
and accomplished them. “I, uh, I guess it would be to make you happy.”
“You already do that! What else?”
He smiled at her persistence. “Okay, my resolution is to spend less time
working and more time with you.”
“Awwe, really?!” Belle exclaimed and jumped into his lap. “You’d really do that
for me, Daddy?”
“I would. I’d do anything for you, Belle.”
She touched his face adoringly and kissed him on the nose, earning her another
smile from him.
“I love your smile.” There was a beautiful, genuine twinkle in her eye when she
said this. His little girl really knew how to make his heart swell. That’s one
of the many reasons he loved her. From the first time he met her, she was
constantly reminding him that he had a heart and the ability to feel.
“I love yours too. I love absolutely everything about you.”
She blushed and pulled a strand of hair behind her ear to get it out of her
face. “Do you wanna hear mine?”
He nodded.
“My resolution for this New Year is to be more social.”
“Social?” he asked, with his heart dropping just a little.
“Yeah! When we move, I don’t want to be like how I was here in Storybrooke. No
one- no one noticed me… I want to get to know other people and maybe even make
a few friends. I want to try to overcome my social anxiety and awkwardness.”
Wolfgang deserved an Oscar for the way he didn’t freak out in front of her.
Instead, he managed to look surprisingly pleased. “That’s a lovely resolution,
Sweetheart.”
She was so glad he agreed! Her life was going to be different when they moved.
She was going to be the sociable person she’s always wanted to be. Belle
realized her glass was empty. “We need more champagne to celebrate our
resolutions! I’ll go get some more!”
He watched her dance away to the kitchen in her lilac underwear.
Belle was going to get everything she ever wanted from him. But he wasn’t sure
about friends because they could see him for who he really is and they would
convince her to leave him. There was a loophole, he realized, when she
described her dream house. It would have everything she described but she never
said anything about their home being near people. He’d simply have to find
something more isolated than originally planned. He knew of a home that matched
her exact description and his. But he was reluctant to take it, given his
history with it. But if Belle kept up with this idea of socializing then he’d
have to. It’s what was best for her and for them.
Everything would be fine. He had it all under control.
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Chapter End Notes
     Let me know what y'all thought of this update!! And out of curiosity,
     I would love to know your guys' favorite smut scenes from this fic. I
     feel like I'm losing my mojo and need to be inspired.
***** Because You're Mine (Valentine's Day) *****
Chapter Summary
     Belle and Wolfgang spend their first Valentine's Day together but
     things go wrong when Belle decides to play a game. (I conquered 2
     prompts within 1 chapter!)
Chapter Notes
     Fuck, it's been forever, I know... I have been using this fic as an
     escape from the real world and from the heartbreaking but beautiful
     Rumbelle ending. I truly hope you enjoy this update!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
I miss you, Daddy. When r u coming home?
She texted him all the time now. And when she was really impatient or bored,
she’d call.
Soon, my love.
She was hoping for an estimate of time. It felt like he’d been gone all day but
it was his regular nine to five hours.
It was 4:00.
A customer had just left when his phone rang at 4:05..
“I’ll be leaving soon, Belle,” he answered.
“But like how soon? Fifteen minutes? Twenty minutes?” They basically lived in
the middle of nowhere so it would take forever for him to get home if he didn’t
leave soon.
He chuckled and checked his watch. “I’m not sure.”
“Will you bring food?”
“Sure, anything in particular?”
She continued coloring in one of her coloring books as she spoke to him.
“Chinese food, please.”
“Sounds good.”
“How’s work going?” She asked to keep the conversation going so she could
listen to his voice longer.
He sat down on a stool to take a small break before he closed up. “Uneventful,
per usual.”
“Then you should leave now so you can see me sooner,” she suggested with a
smile that he could hear through the phone.
He remembered his resolution and knew she would appreciate him for leaving
early. “Okay, I will.”
“Really?!”
“Yes,” he said, reaching for his coat. “I’ll grab dinner and be on my way to
you.”
“I’ll be waiting for you then.”
“Wonderful. I’ll see you very soon.”
“Okay, I love you!”
“And I love you.”
Belle was filled with excitement when she hung up. It was so sweet of him to
come home early. She couldn’t wait to be in his presence again.
Wolfgang had just locked the door to his shop and was heading to his car when
he was stopped by the man he hated most in this world.
“What the hell is this, Gold?!” Moe French waved a letter he had received in
the morning. “You’re hiking up the rent on my shop?! Why?!”
Wolfgang stood calm and composed, secretly enjoying his pain. “I’m afraid the
property market is not what it used to be.”
“Oh, really? Since when? Because I appear to be the only one in town who has
received this letter.”
“Listen, if you can’t afford it, I’m afraid you’ll have to do business
elsewhere.”
Moe glared at him but didn’t seem to panic.
“That won’t be an issue just yet,” he replied almost smugly, pulling out an
envelope. “There were lots of winter weddings this year so business was rather
good. Here’s this month’s money.”
Wolfgang did not let his disappointment show. He kept his cool and took the
envelope. He counted the money just to be sure Moe wasn’t trying to cheat him.
“Excellent. Let’s hope you can keep up these payments,” he said, pocketing the
money.
Wolfgang got in his car and drove away. As soon as he was by himself on the
road, he pulled over.
“Fuck!!” He shouted and hit his dashboard repeatedly. He was hoping to have Moe
on his knees by now, begging for mercy. He wasn’t planning on business being
good. He wanted Moe to suffer. He wanted to take everything that mattered to
him for the way he treated Belle.
Wolfgang bought the food he promised for her and went home, his mind still
clouded by his anger. He could hear her music playing softly through the pink
pill speaker he got her. He set the food down and made his way up to her. She
stopped what she was doing and ran to him, throwing herself into his embrace.
She was so happy he was home.
There was a possessiveness in the way he kissed her. He wasn’t letting go of
her and he ended up leading her back to bed where he tempted her into a quick,
hard fuck. He wasn’t taking his anger for Moe out onto her, he convinced
himself. Belle didn’t deserve that. He simply needed her to relieve this stress
he now had. His plan was failing and he needed his little girl to keep him
grounded, otherwise, he would lash out at Moe in a drastic way.
“What was that for?” She giggled while catching her breath.
He shrugged and kissed her forehead. “I missed you a lot today. It pains me to
be away from you.”
“Me too. But it won’t be like that for long, right?” She asked for reassurance.
“Right. Soon enough, we’ll be staying in your dream castle.”
Belle loved hearing him talk about their move. It gave her something to dream
about. “I want to have a library! Kind of like the one I have here but just
like a whole room only for books!”
“Very well, you’ll also get a library.”
She was pleasantly astonished. “Just like that?”
“Yes. Anything you want, you get.”
Belle tried to conceal her excitement. His constant spoiling of her was going
to get to her head pretty soon.
“Can we adopt a bunch of dogs?”
“All the dogs you want.”
His angel gazed into his eyes with a happy, loving smile.
“I love you more than anything in this world, Belle,” he stated as her gaze
prompted him to reveal his thoughts in that moment.
“Forever?” She questioned through glossy eyes.
He moved his lips close to hers and whispered. “Forever and ever.”
She made a small whimper of happiness when he kissed her. His reassurance meant
so much to her. Belle needed his forever. No one had ever pledged to love her
forever and she knew Daddy was her forever. There was no possible way she could
ever feel love this intense for anyone else.
                                     XXXX
Belle wasn’t answering her phone and she didn’t respond when he called out her
name. He assumed she was listening to music with her headphones in.
“Belle?” He called out when he entered her room.
His beautiful little girl was napping. She had fallen asleep in a pretty white
gown. He sat next to her on the bed, petting her hair. He was thinking about
how precious she was and how much he loved her when he noticed something orange
peeking out from under her pillow. Out of curiosity, he reached for it and
pulled out a bottle. A pill bottle that read Temazepam, a sleeping pill. And
the bottle was empty.
“No,” he whispered and felt time stop. “Belle?” He placed his fingers on her
pulse point, her body was warm but he was struggling to feel a pulse.
“Belle! Wake up!” He shook her but she wasn’t moving. “Belle what have you
done?!”
Panicking and not ready to accept what was happening, he pulled her body into
his lap and opened her mouth, shoving his fingers inside to trigger her gag
reflex. It didn’t work. She was still asleep and unmoving.
“Why did you do this?” he cried. “Belle you need to wake up… Sweetheart, you
can’t leave me like this… Please!!”
He felt paralyzed. This was exactly how she described her mother’s suicide. The
idea of his love committing suicide like her mother was too much to bear. What
made this worse was that he felt he was to blame. It was a familiar feeling. He
couldn’t imagine how he managed to make her feel so miserable that this was the
only way she could escape him. They loved each other. Why would she leave him
like this?
He held onto her and screamed.
Wolfgang woke with a gasp. The first thing he did was reach out for Belle. She
was sleeping soundly next to him, and visibly breathing. He exhaled in relief.
He had no clue why he dreamed such a horror. The last time he did that, she had
been mad at him. But everything was perfect between them, for the most part. He
decided not to think too much about this nightmare. It was just a dream, after
all.
                                     XXXX
Valentine’s Day approached and Wolfgang knew exactly what he was doing for his
Belle. He started her morning with banana pancakes and hot chocolate. It was
raining and she loved the rain, so Valentine’s day was already off to a good
start. AND even though it was technically a work day, he decided to stay and
spend the whole day with her.
Belle was in her pajamas, watching the rain from the living room through a peek
in the curtains. She loved the sound and smell of rain. She only wished she
could be outside to experience it. But she also thought of how lovely it would
be to share Valentine’s Day with both her Daddy AND Grace. Belle thought about
how much Grace must have grown. She should be walking already, if her
calculations were correct. The thought made her sad. Belle wanted to be a part
of Grace’s life so bad! Surely, there must be something her Daddy could do to
get her, just for a few hours. She would love to say goodbye before she and
Daddy left Storybrooke for good.
“Belle, what’s wrong?” Wolfgang asked from across the room. He noticed how
upset she looked.
“Nothing,” she tried to brush off and stepped away from the window.
He didn’t have to say anything. He just had to give her a long look, letting
her know that he didn’t believe her.
She let out a small breath of defeat and played with the end of her cardigan as
she spoke. “I know you have gifts for me but I think the best gift in the world
would be to see Grace for a few hours.”
His face fell and he looked down at the ground.
“What’s wrong?” She asked cautiously.
He had planned this excuse shortly after Christmas, ready to use when she
brought up the child again. “I- I didn’t want to tell you because I knew it
would upset you.”
“What is it?”
“They’ve left. Grace’s father got a job out of town. He no longer lives in
Storybrooke.”
Belle felt the hurt immediately. It felt like a punch in the gut and she wanted
to go to her room and be sad about it. But it was Valentine’s Day and she
didn’t want to upset her Daddy on a day that was all about celebrating love.
“Oh… I see… So I’m never going to see her again?”
He didn’t want to give her a definite answer. Today was supposed to be a good
day and he didn’t want to crush her hope entirely. “I don’t know, Sweetheart.
It’s hard to say.”
She nodded and tried to look on the bright side. Jefferson has a job that will
allow him to support Grace and he can be the father she deserves. She stayed
silent, picking at a loose thread she noticed in her knit cardigan.
“Do you… Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling her out of her
thoughts.
She shook her head and looked up at him. “Will you bathe me?”
It had been a long time since he bathed her. And she wanted a bath but she
didn’t want to be alone.
“Of course.”
Belle stared at the small stained glass window while he bathed her. She didn’t
say much but it felt nice to have him in her company. The warm water relaxed
her and his touch and attention comforted her. He ran a wet washcloth down her
back and it gave her goosebumps.
“I’ve missed this,” he said, remembering the first time he ever gave her a
bath. “It’s been some time since we’ve done this. We should do it more often.”
“I agree.” Belle smiled for the first time since he lied to her and gave her
that excuse about Jefferson. It was partially true. He got a job working in the
mental ward at the hospital here in Storybrooke. It paid well enough for him to
put her in a daycare.
Her smile gave him hope that he could make her happy today despite the
heartbreaking news she received.
They decided to stick to their old routine. After he finished bathing her, he
picked out her outfit, something he hadn’t done since she developed her own
interest in fashion. He chose something warm and comfortable on this cold day
for her, a casual black long sleeve dress with leggings. It was flowy and Belle
liked this dress because it looked more like an oversized, cozy sweater. He
also brushed her hair and put it in a loose side braid. Strands framed her face
and he was very proud of how well he dressed her and how beautiful she looked.
“I can’t believe I get to celebrate this day with you,” he admitted while
admiring her beauty.
She tried and failed to hide her blush. “You’re my first valentine. I’ve never
even received those stupid Valentine grams they gave out at school. I’m really
happy I have you this year. And all years to come.”
All years to come.
That was a lovely thought, knowing his Belle wanted to be with him that long,
forever,she had said. That was all he wanted in life. Just her.
Belle was writing in her diary on the kitchen counter while he made lunch. She
couldn’t concentrate because she was wondering what gifts he got her.
“Can I open my presents?” She finally asked and set her diary aside.
“Already? You don’t want to wait for dinner?”
“Not really. I’m really excited for them.”
Well, he had planned to give them to her during a romantic dinner but if she
wanted them now, she’d get them.
“Alright. Wait here.”
Belle made a gift for him too. She hoped he’d like it. Since she couldn’t shop,
she had to get creative.
He came back with multiple bags and boxes. There wasn’t nearly as many as there
were on Christmas but that was okay. She wasn’t expecting that much.
She wasted no time picking a gift and opening it. The first one was a huge box
of fancy chocolates. That box of chocolates was going to be her best friend,
she knew it. He also got her a rose gold fountain pen for her diary. More
books, some romance and mysteries.  And dresses for Spring. And a pretty
antique music box, embossed with roses. Belle was surprised when she opened a
box full of magazines and paint swatches.
“Those are so you can plan what the dream house will look like. So you can have
a visual of whatever ideas you might have.”
“I’m so in love with this!” She said while flipping through the magazines and
glancing at all of the styles. “This reminds me, I have a gift for you too! And
it’s not something you own.”
Her hint made him smile and she ran upstairs to get her gift. Truthfully, he
wouldn’t mind a similar gift to his Christmas one. That was a rather amazing
gift.
Belle didn’t wrap his gift. She came down with what looked like a handmade
book, made out of paper.
It was a scrapbook, simply titled Love, Belle.
Inside, there were all kinds of artful pictures. They were mostly of her and of
pictures she had taken inside the house or out in the garden. There were some
of the photos he had taken of her while she unwrapped gifts on Christmas. And
there were drawings she had done and she had written some of her favorite poems
on some pages. It was a book about her and only her. It was the best book ever.
“Belle, this is incredible. I will cherish this forever.”
She was so glad and relieved that he liked it! It had kept her occupied all
week and she put so much effort into taking and picking photos. It was a bit
vain, at least that’s how she felt. But she knew he’d like it since he loved
her so much.
“You will?”
“Yes, it has all my favorite things. Pictures of you.”
Belle laughed and gave him a kiss. She felt so accomplished for having been
resourceful and creative with her gift.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she said as she pulled away from his lips.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”
                                     XXXX
After lunch, Belle sat alone on the couch, reading one of her new novels. The
rain had died down and she kept peeking through the curtains to look at the
beautifully gloomy outdoors. She longed to smell the scent of rain and wood.
“Sweetheart, why do you keep looking out there?” Wolfgang asked after catching
her for the second time looking outside.
Since it was Valentine’s Day, Belle thought they could try something new.
“I want to go out there,” she admitted.
“We can go into the backyard,” he suggested calmly, even though his protective
instincts were on high alert.
“No, I want to go out there. Just for a few minutes so I can feel the space.
And the cold air. I like the backyard but I just want to go out there, just
this once. Daddy, please,” she begged him in all seriousness.
“Five minutes,” he conceded, with his paranoia screaming at him to not do it.
Belle looked shocked, as if she expected a no, then she smiled really big and
she jumped off the couch.
“Really?!”
“Yes, but only for five minutes. It’s really cold and wet out there. Go get
your shoes and a coat.”
She squealed and hugged him very tightly while thanking him for another awesome
gift.
Belle sprinted upstairs and put on her boots and red coat. “I’m ready!” She
proudly notified him as he was putting on his coat. It looked really good on
him, Belle thought.
“Stay close to me and stay within this front yard area. You can’t be seen.”
Belle nodded quickly. “Yeah, got it, let’s go!”
The only time she ever stepped outside was when they went to the cabin but it
was always straight from the house into the car. And there was that one time
she snuck out to get her laptop but that didn’t count since she didn’t really
step outside of the porch.
She smiled when she breathed in the cool, damp air. She skipped to the middle
of the yard and held her arms out to the sky. There was no rain at the moment
but she wanted to hug the wind that breezed through the trees. It was beautiful
and she struggled to wrap her head around the idea of being in an open space.
For five minutes, she could pretend that this was just a normal moment and not
some rarity.
But something about the fresh air and cool weather made her feel restless. She
wanted to play, like she would have if Grace were here. They would have run and
crawled around, laughing and picking winter flowers in the garden. She wanted
to have fun. Her Daddy was looking out around the surrounding trees, listening
out for any lost hikers who might wander here and see his Belle.
“Daddy, let’s play a game,” Belle said, wanting to make the most out of her
time out here.
He had one hand on his cane, the other in his pocket, and he continued scanning
the woods, so focused on that task that he wasn’t paying too much mind to her.
“A game?” He repeated before he saw a bird fly out of a tree.
“Yes… Tag, you’re it!”
She tapped his arm and by the time he registered what the hell she was saying
and turned around, she was sprinting towards the woods.
“Belle, stop! Get back here now!”
She couldn’t hear him as the adrenaline rushed through her ears. She hadn’t
runlike this since high school gym. But she hated it then. Now, she appreciated
how liberating it was to feel the air fill her lungs. Belle’s only cardio was
sex. This may not have felt as good but it was fun to be playing this game. Tag
was the only game she could think of that would be fun in such a large space.
Belle ran through trees, her shoes stepping in puddles and mud as she did so.
She wasn’t thinking about Daddy, just how far she could run.
Which wasn’t very far. Sex cardio, apparently, wasn’t enough to get her far.
Plus, she was so thin and someone as small and non-athletic as her wasn’t bound
to get far anyway. She had to stop to catch her breath but she realized, as she
looked around, that she didn’t know these woods… She was lost…
So maybe this game wasn’t the smartest idea…
She looked around, trying to find a clearing of some sort but the trees were
too dense. Panic was slowly filling her.
Wolfgang knew these woods rather well. And the ground was so muddy that he
could see her shoe prints and the trail they left. From the start, his
instincts knew this was a bad idea but he just had to give into her pleas. He
just had to be weak.
Belle was ready to scream for help but she knew there had to be a way out of
here somehow. A twig snapped to her left and her head whipped around to the
source. She couldn’t see anyone or anything and she was beginning to get
genuinely scared because everything seemed so large and dark.
Suddenly, her right arm was being yanked and she let out a yelp as she turned
around. It was her Daddy and she felt a split second of relief before noticing
how angry he looked.
“What the hell are you doing?! I told you to stay close to me! But instead you
run off!!”
“You’re hurting me,” she whimpered as his grip on her arm tightened the angrier
he got.
“Were you trying to run away?” He questioned her and his paranoia was blatantly
showing itself. “You wanted to run away from me? You can’t leave me, Belle!
Don’t you understand that I would die without you?! I needyou! Promise me you
won’t leave!! Promise me!”
“Where would I go?!” She shouted and wrenched her arm free from his hold, using
her free hand to massage the pain away. He stood there, stunned at her own
outburst. “To the countless of people in town who love me? To my loving
father?” Clearly, she was being sarcastic and emphasizing his foolishness.
“There is nothing out there for me!!... You made sure of that!”
That hit him like ice. He didn’t know exactly what she meant but it was true.
Ever since she’s been with him, he’s made sure to let her know that he’s the
only one who could ever love her this much. Belle had this wall in her head
that kept her sheltered from reality and he was thankful for it. It kept her
from seeing the monster he truly was. He needed that wall. But right now, that
wall had cracks in it and he needed to fix it.
“I’m sorry…” was all he could think of in that moment.
She was ready to cry when she stomped away and followed the path his footsteps
left. He lingered to give her some space and to process what just happened. He
kept fucking up on her. But she ran away and that terrified him to his core. So
really, this was her fault. Belle knew how much he feared losing her.
It was hours before he gained the courage to go into her room. She had gotten
into the habit of leaving her door unlocked when she was mad at him because he
was just going to come in anyway. She had changed out of her clothes and into
pajamas. She had planned to wear her white, chiffon lace nightie tonight to
have sex with him, as a great way to end Valentine’s Day. Instead, she was
wearing it to be mad at him and to feel pretty on a night that should have been
the best.
“Belle?”
She was laying down facing away from the door, keeping absolutely still so he
thought she was asleep.
“I know you’re not asleep.”
Then she was just going to ignore him until he left her alone. Belle felt the
bed shift when he sat down on the other side. He sat in silence for a couple of
awkward minutes.
He didn’t know what to tell her. How was he supposed to apologize for letting
his fears guide him? He couldn’t take her to the cabin again because he wasn’t
sure if he should trust her yet.
“Sweetheart, I- I know I’m not the easiest man to live with. I’m certainly not
the easiest man to love…” he reached a hand out and pet her hair. “I’m too
protective. But I am trying to be someone who is worthy of your love. I’m
trying really hard. But when you ran… God, you could have been seen. You don’t
know what’s out there.”
He went silent again and tried to figure out a different approach to this
conversation since she wasn’t responding to him. He decided to open up to her
more.
“Remember the first time we went to the cabin together, and I told you that I
lost everyone I love?”
There was a pause and he hoped to hear some sort of response. Belle was
intrigued but he didn’t need to know.
“Well, I never told you how… I was just a boy when it happened. But my parents,
they were always miserable. My father was a brute who loved to drink and my
mother was addicted to pain killers. She somehow got the courage to leave my
father but she left me behind. So he beat me even more. But eventually, my
mother needed my father’s money as she had become accustomed to a certain
lifestyle. So she came back. And my father viewed my mother as property. They
had this huge fight when my mother came back with divorce papers. He said if he
couldn’t have her, no one else could. I was hiding in the closet, where I
always hid when my parents fought but I witnessed the whole thing. He shot her
in a moment of angry passion and he was so overcome with guilt and sorrow that
he killed himself too… They were all the family I had… I’ve always been empty,
Belle. Even before they died. I had everything but it didn’t feel that way.
With you, I have everything and that’s why I’m so terrified of losing you. I
can’t go back to how I was before. I can’t go back to being lonely and
miserable.”
Belle sat up, teary eyed, and finally faced him. She could just imagine him as
a scared little boy who witnessed such a horrific tragedy.
“How- how come you never told me this?”
She could see unshed tears and pain in his eyes so she reached out to touch his
cheek.
“I don’t know… I guess I didn’t want you to see me differently. I’m already
difficult as it is, I didn’t want you to know about how violent my past is.”
“I’m sorry that you had to go through that.”
She was so kind and thoughtful. He was ready to throw himself at her and beg
for forgiveness. “Belle, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. And I’m sorry
I ruined our first Valentine’s Day.”
“It’s okay… I shouldn’t have played like that. I just felt the fresh air and
got swept up in the idea of running around. I don’t know what got into me.”
He shushed her and caught a glimpse of her other arm, where he could see the
bruising his handprint left when he grabbed her. She was so thin and frail and
he hurt her because of his carelessness and paranoia. Wolfgang had to make this
better.
“Belle, you don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who overreacted and ruined
this special day. But I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”
He kissed her rather excitedly and gently laid her back down to rest her head
on the pillows. “Let me make it up to you, my beautiful princess,” he whispered
in her ear before he started to kiss her neck.
Belle’s response was mostly physiological as she got aroused with his kisses.
Even though she was still kind of upset, how could she deny the purest pleasure
she’s ever felt? Plus, he was so apologetic and he opened up to her about his
past. He didn’t mean to react so harshly, his tragic past simply created fears
that clouded his judgement.
“Okay,” her voice shook as she let him bring his kisses lower and lower.
He was going to make whatever distress she had been feeling go away and then
everything would be better.
“I love you so much,” he said, kissing her chest and pulling her underwear
down. “I would never be able to live without you. I really, trulyneed you, my
love.”
Belle put her hand in his hair as he kissed her lower abdomen, her muscles
jumping at the sensation. “I know,” she admitted, sounding resigned.
And then she moaned. Because her Daddy was magic. He was gentle, slow at first.
His tongue was teasing her, with soft, broad strokes on her clit. She raked her
fingernails gently against his scalp, making him hum into her.
Her affectionate touch was a reminder of all he had to live for, and all he had
to fight for. Everything he did was for his Belle.
Her first orgasm was slow built and she enjoyed it very much. It wasn’t enough
for him though. So he held onto her hips while he went for more. They both knew
this was what she needed. Every orgasm he could give her was repairing the
cracks he had made on her protective wall. He spent about an hour and a half
eating her out. It was a process and each orgasm was a step further into
forgiveness. With her first one, there was sporadic, soft moans. After that,
she gradually became more expressive, tugging on his hair, grinding herself on
his mouth, moaning and breathing louder. Before her last orgasm, she was crying
out “Daddy” multiple times and sounding like she couldn’t believe how good he
felt each time she said it. When she came, her back had literally arched itself
off the bed and she nearly blacked out so Wolfgang was satisfied that she was
pleased enough.
He had worn her out and he knew she would need time to recover from his
vigorous attention. But Belle could see his erection and started to touch him.
“No, Belle.” He took her hand and placed it to the side of her. “Today was all
about you. This was me making it up to you.”
She was reminded of just how much control she had over him. And it gave her an
idea.
“Touch yourself,” she said, her eyes looking into his both sweetly and almost
daringly.
“What?” This was a request he’s never heard before.
“Since you gave me so much pleasure, I want to see you in pleasure. Because
Valentine’s Day is about both of our love. So touch yourself…”
He was speechless and conflicted. Because his lack of pleasure was supposed to
be his punishment for hurting her. But her every wish of hers was supposed to
be his command.
“I can help you,” she offered and unzipped his pants, “Please, Daddy.”
Wolfgang obeyed his little girl without a second thought. He was made to please
her. He took himself out for her and she kissed him, encouraging him to
continue. He moaned in her mouth when he started to touch himself. The fact
that he was doing it for her made it that much more special. Because usually
when he masturbated, he was alone. There were all of those lonely nights when
all he had was the thought of her, and sometimes a few pictures he managed to
take. And there were also those nights when she was mad at him and all he
wanted was her touch but he couldn’t have it. Tonight, she was with him, with
her body under his and her taste on his lips.
This probably wasn’t the most practical position to be jacking off but he
wasn’t about to stop. Belle lifted her hips up to coat him in the fluids he
helped build up. She was so warm and it made him groan in amazement. The extra
lubrication made his movements smoother.
Belle pulled away from his lips and roamed her hands around his torso,
loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. She touched his chest with her
fingertips and they brushed his nipples. At the surprised gasp he made, Belle
looked down and saw him tugging on his cock, which was fully hard and flushed
red. She loved watching how she made him feel and he was currently at her
mercy, something that didn’t happen often.
“Does it feel good, Daddy?” She questioned and it was so fucking erotic that
Wolfgang tugged harder.
“Yes, Sweetheart!” He exhaled.
Belle rewarded him by kissing him again. Kind of like positive reinforcement.
If he did what she wanted him to do, she’d give him what he wanted. The kiss
didn’t last too long though because she wanted to watch him get closer and
closer.
“Faster,” she instructed in a light moan.
He listened and went faster, watching her look at his cock with wonder. This
was incredible. She licked her pretty, pink lips and smiled.
“Fuck, Belle! I’m so close!” He gritted as his arms got tired.
“Good! That’s good, Daddy! I want to see you and I want to feel it on me. Don’t
hold back.”
He nodded and was ready to give his little girl what she wanted from him. Her
nightie was bunched up at her waist and her nipples were visible through the
thin fabric. He had tossed her underwear off to the side while eating her out
so she was exposed from the waist down. Wolfgang would have loved to be deep
inside her, feeling her pulsing heat while he made love to her on this
milestone of a day. However, his self loathing prevented him from allowing
himself that luxury. And his Belle was enjoying this so it was the next best
thing.
“Cum for me, Daddy.”
His reaction was nearly instant. And it was careless. He groaned and ejaculated
all over her abdomen and pubic area. Belle felt spurts of the warm fluid on
her. Some of it had landed on her exposed curls. Belle felt elated at having
made him do this, without even having to touch his cock at all. She reached
down and dipped a finger into a line of cum that had settled in the dip of her
hips, tasting him just as she had done the first time she watched him cum for
her.
“That was fun. Thank you for doing this for me, Daddy.”
Her smile was full of satisfaction. He was happy to be able to please her this
way. He’d have murdered for her if that’s what would make her happy after what
he did today.
He collapsed on the side of her and held her tight. Things were still fragile
between them, he could feel it. These next moments were critical in determining
just how okay they were. “The day’s not over. I have dinner and a nice
strawberry cake for dessert. Why don’t I bring it up here for you?”
“Okay,” she said. She loved strawberry cake and had developed an appetite after
all of the orgasms.
He kissed her on the cheek before he got up and left the room.
Belle didn’t even flinch or react when she heard the click of the lock. She
knew what she did wrong. Her Daddy was just trying to protect her. It was an
ugly, dangerous world out there. And she could have lost him if he hadn’t found
her. It was a close call. She needed him just as much as he needed her. So
Belle simply laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and dreaming of when they’d
leave this dreadful town and live a normal life in their dream house.
Her Daddy came upstairs with food and cake and Belle ate as much as she could.
When she was finished and ready for bed, she snuggled up next to him. Then he
proceeded to tell her more about Princess Belle, because she asked for it and
she really needed some fantasy in her life.
After working as his maid and getting to know him, Princess Belle had come to
the realization that she loved Rumplestiltskin. Or at least she thought she
could. But there was still something dark in his heart. She did have faith that
he could love her. So one day, she kissed him, her first kiss and the first in
many years for him. The curse, his darkness, was going away. True love’s kiss
was working. But Rumplestiltskin wasn’t ready to let go of his power. He was
addicted so he pulled away. Because he didn’t believe anyone could love him.
“Does he love her?” she asked.
“Yes, he does.”
“So what does he do? When he realizes that it’s true love?”
Wolfgang had somehow managed to improvise this story thus far. He wasn’t a
natural storyteller. But the answer to her question came so easily that he
wasn’t sure if he should say it aloud. He took a small pause to breathe before
he told her.
“He lets her go.”
“But they’re true love. Why does he do that?”
“Because he’s weak. He loves his power too much.”
“Would you ever let me go?” Sheer curiosity possessed her to ask him.
He wanted to answer truthfully but she already knew. He couldn’t live without
her. “I love you too much.”
She understood and gently nuzzled her face into his chest. She was getting
tired. He went on to tell the rest of the story, telling her about how he went
through hell and back trying to find her when she left the castle.
Rumplestiltskin had quickly realized his mistake and sought out to bring her
home. He used a magic crystal ball to tell him where she was. She had returned
home but her father was punishing her for going with The Dark One. So the king
ordered to have her soul cleansed through scourges and flaying. When Rumple saw
this, he magicked himself to the castle and saved her before they could harm
her. He took her back home, to his castle and they lived happily ever after.
She smiled at the ending, letting her eyes close so she can go to sleep with
this happy ending on her mind. “That was a beautiful story.”
“I’m glad you thought so. It’s about time I finished it, don’t you think?”
“Mmm hmm,” she chuckled tiredly and he ran his fingers through her hair. After
a moment of comfortable silence, Belle quietly spoke. “I need you too, you
know.”
She was so tired, it almost sounded like a mumble. But he heard it clearly. She
fell asleep as he was thinking of a response. It was so incredibly wrong how
happy it made him inside to hear that. If she needed him as much as he needed
her, then everything was perfect.
Today had been the closest he’d ever come to losing her. He was never going to
let that happen again.
Chapter End Notes
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