She'd been in the Dark Castle with him for two months now. She'd learned to dust and sweep the castle, clean his clothes, fetch his straw, cook and generally clean up after him. Now he needed her to help him bathe, an undertaking that he avoided studiously, but which now seemed more necessary with her sharing living quarters with him. Since it was her fault to some extent that he even needed to consider bathing more often, it was only fitting that she should assist him in that endeavor.

It was Wednesday evening and they had just finished dinner. She sat and ate with him every night so they now felt a little more comfortable with one another. She'd even started calling him Rumple. Somehow her presence and her use of his name made him feel less lonely.

"I need you to assist me with my bath this evening, Belle. I've magicked some hot water into the tub in my bathroom. Please prepare some towels and soaps and anything else you think we'll need. I'll be up in a few minutes." He watched her intently as he said this, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Yes, Rumple. I'll get everything ready for you." She looked at him shyly and hesitated, making it seem as though she wanted to ask him something.

"Was there something you wanted to say, Belle? Cat got your tongue?"

"N-n-no." She stuttered and rushed out of the room and up the stairs. She entered his bathroom and proceeded to lay out two towels, one for his hair and one for his body. She wasn't sure if he'd like some oils on his skin, but she decided to add a musky scented oil to the bath water. As soon as she added it, a large quantity of bubbles rose up from the water. At first she was frightened to think of what his reaction might be, but then she started to giggle to think of the Dark One covered in bubbles.

Belle looked around and decided that there wasn't anything else she could do, so she started to leave the room, only to run into him in the doorway. "Where are you going, dearie?" His voice had taken on an amused tone.

"I have everything set out for you. I was just leaving so that you'd have some privacy."

He smirked. "You misunderstood me, Belle. I need you to assist me with my bath. You'll help me undress and you'll wash my hair and bathe me." He knew deep down that he was being a bastard, but she was his and he wanted her to do his bidding no matter how uncomfortable it might make her.

He watched as she turned a bright shade of red as the reality of the situation dawned on her.

"I...I guess I didn't understand." She could feel herself blushing. She'd never seen a naked man and now she was going to see Rumplestiltskin naked and she was going to be touching his naked body. She'd never been so mortified in her life.

"Look at me, Belle." He wanted her to look in his eyes. "I know you find me grotesque, but this is one of the chores I'll be requiring of you. Let's get on with it."

She blushed even more deeply. She didn't find him grotesque at all. Quite the contrary. She thought of him as a man and that's what was making this so embarrassing for her.

"I'll make this easier for you. Turn around while I get undressed. Once I'm in the water and under these bubbles," he wrinkled his nose in distaste, "this will be less uncomfortable for you."

Belle felt relieved. Maybe this would not be as embarrassing as she originally thought. She was actually a little curious about what he looked like under all that clothing, but she would have preferred seeing him when he didn't know she was looking. She listened as he removed his boots and then his vest and silky shirt. The leather pants seemed to take the longest to remove which didn't surprise her at all. She wasn't sure how he got into them; they were so extremely tight-fitting. She finally heard him sink down into the water.

"I'm ready, Belle. Let's get started."

Belle turned and moved close to the tub. "Maybe we should start by washing your hair." She thought it was a tangled dirty mess and she longed to clean it. "Lean back while I run some water over your hair. I need to wet it before I can add the soap."

Rumple leaned back and she poured cupfuls of clean water on his head. She was very gentle with him.

"Good. Now I'm going to start washing your hair." She rubbed a honey scented soap in her hands and began massaging his scalp with her fingers as she applied the soap to his hair. She was very careful not to get any of the soap in his eyes.

Rumple was shocked by his reaction to her fingers on his scalp. Every ounce of blood in his body seemed to rush to his cock and he became immediately engorged. He let out a moan of desire that made her jump.

"I'm sorry, Belle. That just feels so good." He was rather mortified and tried to cover.

"I'm glad." She smiled at him and continued her ministrations more intently as he tried to stifle the moans that were welling up inside of him.

She was pleased. This wasn't so bad after all. He was finally going to be clean. She moved in front of him and leaned forward to wash the hair above his forehead.

Rumple moaned loudly again. He breasts were almost pressed against his face. He could see the swell of her flesh over the top of her bodice and he wanted to tear it open and feast his eyes on her soft pink nipples.

"I'm glad this feels so good for you. We should do this more often." Belle cooed in his ear and his cock hardened even more.

She had no idea what she was doing to him but she was bound to find out when she washed his body. He could stop her once she was done with his hair and finish himself, but now he wanted her to touch more of him. He knew he should stop her, but he wanted to be touched. He needed to be touched.

"OK. Almost done, Rumple. Lean your head back again. I need to rinse the soap from your hair."

He obeyed her and continued to revel in the sensations of the warm water and her hands on him.

"All done." She surveyed him and smiled sweetly at him. "Now let's get to the rest of you."

Rumple swallowed hard. His cock was throbbing. He should stop this now.

Belle took a washcloth and put a small amount of soap on it. "I'm going to wash you face and ears first." She began to gently caress his face with the cloth. He sighed in response. She moved to his ears and began to thoroughly clean them. This didn't feel as good until she leaned close and he could feel her hot breath blowing against his skin. He whimpered and she smiled again. "You seem to like this, Rumple."

Little did she know just how much he liked it. She leaned back and appraised her work. "We really should do this more often. You look adorable without all that dirt on you."

Rumple couldn't respond. There wasn't enough blood left in his brain to form words.

"Let's continue." Belle took the washcloth again and lathered it up with lots of soap. "I promise this is going to feel even better." Rumple was barely holding on.

Belle began to wash his neck and then his shoulders and back. Her movements were slow and sensual and she seemed to savor what she was doing. When she started to wash his chest he almost stopped breathing. His heart was pounding and he was sure she could feel it. When she got to his nipples she abandoned the washcloth and used her bare fingers to lather some soap onto them. He didn't know what she was doing or why, but he let out a yelp.

"Should I stop?" She asked him innocently.

"No… keep doing what you're doing, Belle." His voice was barely a rasp. She smiled at him and continued caressing his nipples. He could feel himself squirming as the pressure in his cock became unbearable.

"Almost done now, Rumple. You just need to stand up so that I can finish the rest of you."

"What?" He was now in a panic. Somehow he'd thought that if he at least stayed under the water she wouldn't realize what was going on.

"Can't you finish while I'm sitting in the tub?" He was almost pleading with her.

"It's too difficult for me to reach down that far. It will be a lot easier if you stand up so that I can make sure I don't miss anything."

He didn't know what to say so he stood up and revealed himself to her in all his glory. His cock was almost flat against his stomach and begging for release.

Belle gasped and turned a bright shade of red again.

Rumple pretended not to notice and pretended that nothing was amiss. Belle was staring at his cock, her mouth agape. She'd never seen a naked man before and certainly not one who was fully aroused. She knew a lot from what she'd heard back home, but she was not prepared for the length and size of Rumple's penis.

"Is everything OK, Belle?" He tried to sound nonchalant.

"I've never seen a naked man before." She blushed further. "You're beautiful."

Rumple stared at her in amazement. She began to soap up the washcloth again and proceeded to wash his legs first. She slowly worked her way up his thighs until she grazed his balls and he let out another moan. She then stopped and looked at him. "Do you want me to use this cloth or just my hand on the rest of you?"

His cock hardened more in response. "Your hand… please." He whispered. Belle soaped up her hand and firmly grasped his cock. He let out a long guttural cry as she stroked the shaft and twirled her thumb around the head. He automatically entangled his hands in her hair as she continued to stroke him.

"Is this good?" Belle knew what was happening now and it excited her. She wondered if anyone had ever done this for him before.

"So good, Belle… so good." He was ashamed of himself but he couldn't stop.

She was pleased with his response and now heartily threw herself into it. She stroked and cajoled his cock and teased the head as he moaned and thrust wildly into her hand. He became more erratic with his thrusts so she increased her pace to keep up with him.

"Belle!" He cried out her name as his whole body became rigid and streams of semen spouted out of him. She kept stroking him until the last drop eked out and he sat back in the tub.

"I'm sorry, Belle." He looked thoroughly embarrassed. He was appalled by this whole episode even though it was one of the most glorious moments of his life. No fantasy had ever been as good as her bare hands on him.

"Don't be sorry, Rumple." She stroked his cheek and he leaned into her hand. "I can do that for you whenever you want. I kind of liked it." She blushed deeply again and he knew he would have hardened again in an instant if he hadn't just come.

"Now let me help you dry off and get ready for bed." She helped him out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him. She gave him another to use on his hair as she started to pat him dry. When she got down to his cock he felt her take it in her hand again and he looked down. "Belle?"

"It shrank and it's so soft now. I like how it feels." She was caressing it and he could feel himself start to harden again. "It's starting to get harder and bigger." She kept playing with it. He watched her touch him. Suddenly she leaned forward and kissed his cock with her lips and it sprang to life.

She giggled. "Why did it do that?" She kept looking at it and then kissed it again.

"Belle." He now sounded desperate. "That's what happens when I get aroused."

She looked shyly at him. "Do I arouse you?"

He was mortified again. "Yes."

"Do you like it when I touch you?"

"Yes."

She took his cock in her hand again and stroked it to make it harder. She then leaned forward one last time and planted a wet kiss on the tip. She then casually rose to her feet and sat him down in front of the mirror. "Let's comb out your hair." She leaned over him and began removing the tangles with a comb.

"I'll touch you again tomorrow if you'd like."

His cock hardened further and countless fantasies started racing through his mind.

Yes, he was a bastard. But he couldn't help himself. His little maid wanted to touch him and he did not have the willpower to resist. He wondered how she'd feel if he touched her too. He didn't know how he was going to wait for tomorrow.