Aphrodite (RDJ / Scar Jo)

I'm sorry

Third Person’s POV

Robert closed his eyes, feeling Belle’s soft hands traveling around his chest, on top of him, when the only piece of cloth he had left on were his boxers.

He hated this.

He hated what he was about to do.

Not so much for him. Not so much anymore.

But for her.

She would not look him in the eyes anymore.

He felt as any other man she had to have sex with.

Disgusting.

So, he turned them around.

“What are you doing?” she whispered to him “I am the one that has to please you”

“Well, I don’t care then. That’s not how it works with me…”

He whispered, starting to undress her, slowly.

“I’m so sorry for this, Belle” He sadly whispered in her ear, softly kissing her skin.

She closed her eyes as she let him undress her.

His touch was gentle.

She knew she could not blame him for this.

In fact, she should be glad it was him and not any other disgusting pig she was forced to lay, before he appeared.

Maybe Belle was just convinced that all the torture and pain would never return.

Maybe she was already convinced Robert would succeed, taking her out of there, without any more of those activities.

Of course things wouldn’t be easy.

And she felt an idiot for starting to believe so.

“Belle…” she heard his whisper.

She could feel his erection, pressed against her body, as he lied on top of her after taking her clothes off.

Before she could grab his member and try to get done with the sex already, she felt his hand starting to caress her vulva.

“Robert…” she whispered “That’s… stop. It’s…”

“No” he breathed “Let me try at least… if we are going to do this, I refuse to simply f*ck you.” He hid his head on her neck.

Belle looked at him as he descended on her body.

His words were pleasing, his attitude kind and his touch just… delicate. As if he was afraid to break her.

Belle knew the huge effort he was making, not only to control himself, but to be able to please her.

And just that fact made her heart swell.

“Are there lubricants around?” he mumbled, attacking her

She caressed his hair as he continued

It felt good.

Obviously, to any woman, oral sex could be very much satisfying.

But, with Belle, it was nothing more than a good feeling.

It didn’t get her to orgasm as it would if she hadn’t reached that point.

If her life hadn’t turn to the hell she lived in.

“I-I think so” she breathed “On the drawers”

“Hmmm, I… gosh” he mumbled, kneeling in front of her, before reaching the drawers.