Chapter 2: Like A Good Girl That You Are

Belle was awfully quiet when he helped her down his plush Porsche, and she was even quieter when he told her, "You are welcome to my humble abode."

He wondered what went on in her pretty mind. Maybe she still harboured that fear. 

His sumptuous penthouse was not exactly humble, as it was indeed fancy, not a billion-euros-kind-of fancy, but the moderately-but-unbelievably fancy. 

In fact, it stood out in the neighbourhood, and if anyone didn't know Mario as the chronic alcoholic around, he was known as the sexiest man on the street, with the finest house being the icing on the cake.

"You are sweating." Belle cut him out of his silly daydreams again, staring at him with her huge green eyeballs. 

Mario touched his forehead and felt a pang of embarrassment, that quickly disappeared when she said, "Well, I'm a little hot too." 

He could swear she had a hint of smile playing on her lips, but he was not too sure.  

The dazzling orange-red lights at his entrance usually hid or altered facial expressions. 

Did she mean the literal hot or the smoking hot? He let his eyes roam around the swell of her breasts which her little dress failed to hide. 

"Why don't we go in, and have small talk?" He asked, rubbing his palm together nervously. 

Mario was never the nervous type. 

"That would be good. Merci." Belle said, and followed closely behind. 

So fucking daring.

And the only thing Mario could hope for, as he unlocked his doors, that Jack was not lying when he said he wasn't at the apartment. 

 He needed her to feel safe, and Jack was somewhat far from that definition. 

"Come right in." He urged, dragging her shoulders carefully. He could feel the sexual tension between them, but somehow, he couldn't tell what was going through her mind.

Her mom's cancer or him being a potential pervert?

He flicked the lights on, and turned on the air con, then he asked, "Do you mind some music?" 

She shook her head, so he played his favorite, trying to set a passionate mood. 

She sat at the edge of his bed, and looked around his rather large bedroom. 

"You have a nice bedroom, monsieur." 

Sir? She just called him 'sir', but in French. 

Why did that sound freaking hot to his ears right now? It made it seem like he was doing the forbidden by bringing her to his home, and that was perfect. 

"You can call me Mario, please." He begged, despite it. His name would sound so good with her sing-song, Mexican accent. 

"Ma-rio." She repeated, confirming his thoughts. "You must have a well-paying job." She said nonchalantly. He liked that she was like that- saying whatever and at whenever she wished to. 

"I own a clothing store in town." He responded, as nonchalantly as she. "But let's talk about you. How old are you?" 

"Twenty two. And my mother has ovarian cancer." She sighed, holding her head in her hands.

 That was his cue to comfort her. And he had guessed right. He had fathomed she couldn't be less than twenty two, and not more than twenty four.

"Je suis vraiment désolé darling." He whispered, moving closer to her. If he could hold on his urges for this long, then he could wait, or so he thought. 

He pulled her closer to himself, and kissed her cheek. "Are you new here? I've never seen you in that bar until..." 

"I moved in here three weeks ago, to take care of my mom. And I got that job last week. I don't like it though. Pas du tout." She seemed to like him kissing her cheek, so he did it again. 

Three weeks, and he was finding her just now. He wanted to ask why she didn't like it, but it was very silly. 

"Do you have a kink for offenders or something?" He asked instead, very carefully. 

Another kiss.

"What do you mean? You are not one, are you?" Her eyes bulged in surprise and what looked like some fueling excitement. 

"Oh, you thought I was a pervert..that's why you poured the drink on me, right?" 

"Well, turns out I was wrong." She muttered, flashing him a tight-toothed smile. It was silly, but it took his breath away. "I'm sorry for all my outbursts, today's just one of those days for me." She sighed, and stared at her hands.

"It's okay. Do you want to talk about it?" 

She smiled, and said, "Yes...I mean no. No, I don't want to."  

That smile was his encouragement.  He pulled her up, and made her sit on his lap.

She trembled a bit, as her round butt landed on his thighs. Mario could even see tiny goosebumps gathering on her bare neck. 

He had sworn to take her home, and now she was, in his bed, away from prying eyes, especially Jack's unsafe self. It was a dream come true, and very swift too. 

 "You called me a dirty big thing earlier. Whatever did you mean by that?"

He asked, kissing her cheek for the umpteenth time. 

"Well, you are big...and.." She stopped, suddenly going silent. She seemed to be staring at his long, super toned legs that curved her into his corner. 

"And? Finish it." He whispered, sending more goosebumps to grow on her neck. 

"Really good-looking, I suppose." She was so nonchalant about it that he suddenly felt the urge to kiss her neck, and he did. 

Again and again, until a tight-lipped moan escaped her lips. 

"Is that what you meant by 'dirty'?" He brushed his lips on her neck again. 

"Ma-rio, wait!" She muttered, with a commanding tone. "What are you doing?" 

Like she didn't know? Was she teasing him now? 

"I am trying to comfort you." He was not going to take no for an answer. He held her waist, and rubbed her bottom against his cock. "Your mother is sick, right?"

 She winced, and he knew the iron of his belt must be hurting her. 

"I will make it easier." He said, helping her up. He made her rest her back on the wall, while he unbuttoned his cut-off jeans, and pulled it all the way down. 

Her eyes were on him all the time, and she only looked away when he looked into her eyes. 

She looked so fragile-the type you would bang twenty-four-seven, and still never get enough of. 

She swallowed, when he told her with his eyes to do the same.

"I want to make you cry for something else...tears of joy or pleasure or both. Not because your mother is sick or because you don't like your job at the bar."

She smiled innocently and did nothing. 

Mario had another urge to tie her hands down to the pillar, and take her from behind. He pulled out the blindfold and cuffs from his wardrobe and laid them on the table. 

"Mario?" She quizzed, staring from those objects back to him. She was waiting for an answer. 

Instead, he turned her back to him violently, and pressed himself into her soft butt. She whimpered and tried to turn to him, but he held her face in one place. 

"Just take it as a comfort." He whispered, surprised by the feel of his hardness on her butt. It felt like the right place, the right moment, the perfects; He couldn't ask for more. 

He hurriedly took the cuffs and bound her hands to her back. 

He made to fix the blindfolds in place, when she turned to him, her eyes reddened with fear and excitement. 

"Mario, wait. I've not done this before." She cried, and that sent a rush of heat into his whole body.  

What was she talking about? 

"Are you going to hurt me?" She tried again, looking at the blindfold in his hands. Maybe she was talking about the domination. She must be new to that. 

"I don't know." He told her honestly, "But I will put you into consideration, I promise." He never told his women that. Once he stopped at, 'I don't know', that was it. He was going to have his way, by hook or by crook. 

It's not like they didn't want him back as well.  

"Hold tight to something." He told her, and she rested her shoulders on the bed railings. He firmly tied the chains on her legs round the pillar in a corner of the room. 

It was time for the mouth gag, but he wasn't really feeling it. He liked to savor the sound of his name when it was time to have her. 

"Belle," He started, "You can stop me if you don't want this. I don't want to hurt you."

He knew that once he got inside her, there was no going back.

His cock was going to want only her, now and forever, and he wasn't all that prepared for this aftermath. 

He slowly unhooked her little dress, when she didn't make any move. It fell on her hip, and he gasped when he realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

 "It was so hot this morning." She whispered, as if he knew what he was thinking. 

He ran his fingers on her smooth thighs and stopped when he found not one, not two but three huge scars on her inner thigh.

"Don't worry about it. They sure don't hurt anymore." She answered him again. 

He took her hair and brushed it off her neck. Then he brushed his lips against her neck passionately, his mouth making loud smacks that sent chills down her spine. 

Few strands of her raven-coloured hair shot backwards, and caught in Mario's mouth. 

He laughed, and whispered, "Even your hair wants me." The youngish girl was whimpering underneath him, and he could see that her legs were trembling as well. 

He was about to pull the rest of the dress off her body, when a earsplitting noise from her phone halted his actions. 

"Louis...that's Louis." She repeated, agitated. "He is looking for me. I'm not usually this late." 

Mario scoffed, not wanting his desires to thin. He had to rush so he'd drop her off. He surprisingly found himself not wanting her to get into trouble. He was so upset, that her phone had to ruin the tension he was building. 

He put the phone on her ear, and said, "Tell him you will be home soon." Belle nodded,  unconvincingly. She must have thought that he would let her go immediately her phone rang. 

She cleared her throat twice, and it was then Mario took her soft plump mouth in his. 

"Louis...Je vais bien. Est-ce que ça va?"

After every sentence, he'd kiss the breath out of her, their tongues and lips intertwining in  lustful ecstasy. Nothing could stop him now.

 Belle bit back a moan, before she said to the caller, "I will be home soon. Don't worry please."

"Any call from the hospital yet?" Another lustful kiss. "You don't have to look for me, Louis. Je ne suis pas un enfant!"

I'm not a kid. 

He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled down his pair of underwear, slapped his hardened cock with his rough palm- something he did when he was on the verge of losing himself to his arousal.

"Belle, relax, Holy Shit...it's too tight." He whispered, and then began to penetrate her core.

"Ma-rio please." She whimpered. By this time, she had already called his name five times. 

Slowly first, then forcefully. 

 Belle clutched her feet onto him and let out a rather painful gasp. 

"I'm on the phone?" She whispered shakily, as if he didn't know. 

"I know, but Relax, Belle. Relax, or it will hurt."

He said, dropping the phone on the bed. Louis was still talking, but no one cared now. 

"Stop it, you dirty big thing!" She was crying, and whimpering, all at once.

"Say that again." He slid into her, spanking her bare butt at the same time. He groaned with pleasure so deep it was almost painful. 

It was hotter because his was the first cock to have ever passed through there. 

Holy shit.

She moaned again, when he pushed in a lil more, and turned to face him, her legs trembling seriously. 

He was grunting, and she was moaning, more like pleading. Perfect moment for Mario Aubert, after four days of celibacy.  

"Mario..." She cried, harder, but didn't make any attempt to leave. Well, she was in his trap now. 

He pulled her closer and bent her over again, ignoring her cries completely.

 "No...your second statement...I want you to say it again." He savored the feel of her body under his.

"You are drunk, Mario..."

"Say it." He begged. "You dirty big thing?" She whispered it like a beautiful prayer. Desire sparks lit in her green eyes. Her body language told of nothing but need. 

"Oui... I am going to show you what being big is, and you had better be ready to handle it." He whispered back, and started to force her back to arch like he wanted. 

He was only halfway in earlier, but now he pressed once more, until he was all the way inside of her, creating a friction so intense it was almost scorching.