Chapter Five

Bouche

"Damn you and that mouth of yours, woman!" Gaston bellowed, slamming the door for further effect. Belle shuddered at the sound but found will enough to steel her gaze at him.

"I said the truth, Gaston," she answered back.

Gaston snorted. "You see, this is why women should never be allowed to speak in public…"

Earlier in the day, the newlyweds were in town. While Gaston got his supplies, he was perpetually interrupted by nearly everyone who came in contact with him with congratulations on his new bride.

"Such a beauty, Gaston," the baker said, winking at Belle. "I bet you're finding yourself busy these days, especially the nights…"

Her husband chuckled, a memory of the previous night secretly dancing in his head. "Well, you know, it's what I must do. And I do indeed enjoy my marimonial duties, would you not agree, Belle?"

"It's matrimonial duties, Gaston," Belle corrected him. She then saw her husband face become a bright shade of red as the baker laughed so much his belly shook with every breath.

"I suppose you still have some work to do!" he said, and went on his way, leaving Gaston feeling every bit of stupid.

Still have some work to do. The nerve of Belle to make him feel like an idiot! The baker's laugh still haunted his brain. He knew that the other man thought of him as weak, as his wife's inferior. Gaston could not take anyone even forming the thought that he was some weak effete that was controlled by some woman. He hated feeling less than anyone and he was not going to stand for that kind of behavior from his wife. His wife was supposed to be meek and silent, allowing him to do all the thinking for the both of them. She was to be only there as a quiet and graceful accessory on his arm. He was to be in control, never her. He was a virile stallion who dominated his mare, and not a castrated ox that was only good for following direction.

"You think it's funny, don't you?" Gaston said dangerously, his pride floundering. "You think you can just say your big words and you're better than me, don't you?"

Gaston saw his wife's soft, pink lips purse in defiance. How Gaston wanted to smack that smirk of her face, but he swore while he could allow himself to be physical with the rest of her, her face was off limits. No, he could not mar her beauty. That was the one thing that kept him under her spell and seeing a bruise there would definitely destroy his lust for her. But he could not let this go. He had to do something to chop her back down to size, and he had just the thing.

"That mouth of yours," her husband said, staring intensely at the thing that drew his ire. "Women are like children; they should be only seen and not heard..."

Without further explanation, Gaston then went to his chair, sat down, and undid his pants. He pulled his cock out. He was flaccid but still terribly big. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, Belle. You are not to be a nag. You will speak when I tell you to or else this will be your punishment," he sneered."Come here."

Belle shut her eyes and looked away. Modesty was pointless but seeing Gaston in this manner still was both shocking and repulsive. "I said COME HERE!" Gaston commanded again, more forcefully. This time, Belle moved quickly to her feet, surprising herself at how easily she did so.

She lowered her shaking hands hem of her skirt and moved the material up, looking away as she did. Gaston stopped her, smacking her hands. "No! Get on your knees and face me."

Belle did as she was told, still looking down at the floor, concentrating on a broken white dish that her husband must have forgotten about. Gaston held his cock in his hand and placed it at the entrance of Belle's mouth, rubbing it across her lips, illustrating without a doubt what he was after.

"Open," he commanded, all of his senses finely tuned to the moment he was anticipating.

Belle closed her eyes and slowly spread her lips apart, allowing Gaston to breach inside. He seethed, feeling a soft warmth much like the one he had brutalized the night before. He made a promise to himself to that sweet part of her later, perhaps right at midnight when he was sure she was asleep and have her wake up with him ravishing her.

Belle snapped her eyes shut as she felt his length slide in, only being aware of the growing girth in her mouth and the musky scent of her husband. Her tongue froze, refusing to taste anything as she took as much as she could. Belle stopped halfway, her husband could go no further without her gagging.

Gaston became frustrated and grabbed at the back of her head, forcing her to take more of him. "No, you will do it like this!"

Gaston pulled at Belle's hair, creating a sweet rhythm up and down his shaft. With each turn, he drew in deeper, disregarding his wife's screams for clemency. He needed to be as far down her throat as possible, to watch her skull fill with his dick, to have her learn the consequences of her disobedience.

"Suck harder, Belle..."Gaston rasped, his teeth clenching together into a pleasures grimace. His wife did as he said, at last dragging her tongue around him. Gaston hardened his grip on Belle's hair, ripping a few silky strands and making her scream, the vibrations of which sent chills through his cock.

"Oh..oh Belle..." He said, his voice husky with the promise of imminent orgasm. "My Belle...yes, all mine..."

Gaston watched his helpless wife stave off choking. The sight of her brown hair wrapped around his fingers and the sounds of Belle sucking him was a wonderful overload.

He could no longer contain himself and came, holding Belle's head still as he pumped his seed down her throat.

Gaston panted and at last released his hold, letting Belle to catch her breath. He watched her sink near his ankles as his essence seeped down onto her dress, leaving a wet stain on the dull brown fabric. His wife retched, attempting in vain to be rid of his salty sweetness on her palate.

"Next time, I want you to swallow it all,"