The Black Onyx Pact (23 page)

«What you think you are doing?!» breaks the angry voice of Drakkar.
She gasps and turns to look at him with frightened eyes, but doesn't answer so he come closer furiously. He snatches the foundation and throws it on the sink, grabs her chin and cleans up the bruise with his hand.

«This bruise is beautiful, don't you dare to cover it! Don't you like to be branded by my strength? I want the world to see the crudeness of our passion, and I want you to remember what happens when you make me angry!»

He grabs her hair shaking her head as she struggles to get away.

«Drakkar, please, you're hurting me!»

«Good! Isn't what you want from me? Don't you want me to hurt you? Didn't you want me to be a bad husband? There you go, bitch!» He slaps her violently and she lose the balance falling on the floor. «There. Happy now, you stupid slut?» he shouts.
Sibylle curls up in a corner as he begins to insult her heavily before to hit her hardly, mercilessly, scaring her to death.

«Drakkar, please, stop! I beg you, stop, please!» she screams desperately.

«Sibylle!» calls Drakkar's voice from a distant place.

Sibylle opens her eyes, panting and dizzy: a dream. A horrible dream. She turns to look at Drakkar bent worried above her. He reaches out to touch her face but she turns her head to avoid his touch, still shaken by the emotions of the dream. He stops his hand.

«Baby... It's me.» he says softly, deeply touched by her fear.

She looks at him, at his face covered by the black balaclava, and starts sobbing releasing the negative emotions. Drakkar bends to kiss her forehead, then lies down drawing her to him. He hugs her tightly, calming her crying immediately.

«It was just a dream, babe. What did you dream?»

She hesitates, wondering if she should tell him or not. She decides to tell him.

«I dreamed that you really were a bad husband.»

She notices that he held his breath.

«What you mean with “bad”?»

«Nothing, forget it. It was just a dream, probably dictated by my sense guilt for playing the role of a wife victim of her abusive husband when in fact there are poor women who live in a real nightmare like that.»

The strong hand of Drakkar touches her cheek.

«Baby, you shouldn't feel any sense of guilt about your dreams. And the same goes for your fantasies. You should feel free to play at being a submissive wife, a helpless slave, without fearing to disrespect someone. It's a fantasy, it's a game, it has nothing to do with reality. Your fantasy is your world, your own universe, where no one is allowed to enter unless you let them in. No one should judge your world, it is yours and only you have the power and the freedom to decide what to do in your world. Is that clear, my
petite leveret
?»

«Yes.»
That man has the power of sweeping away all her fears. He kisses her hair and Sibylle inhales his strong and good smell. She enjoys that body so massive and menacing and yet so protective. He now kisses her cheeks, her throat, her breast while she arches her back in a silent offer to his mouth. He is incredible: he can be a rude and brutal lover just like he can be an unbelievably sweet playmate. He is perfect. Drakkar continues to kiss her everywhere, to smile at her every time he looks in her eyes, to touch her lips with his, to lick her on the neck. His hand slides down to touch her intimate parts, still looking into her eyes. He penetrates her with a finger, excited to see her mouth opening in amazement under that firm touch. That big finger moves gently inside her, almost afraid to hurt her, but soon it begins to move faster making her moan loudly. Drakkar smiles and sits comfortably between her legs laying a hand on her stomach and penetrating her with the middle and ring fingers.

«No! Drakkar, don't, please! I know what your hands make me do! And I don't want wet the bed!»

He looks at her and laughs out loud.

«Sorry, babe, I'm afraid you will, instead. My hand and your pussy are meant to be together, let's don't interfere with this deep love.»

Sibylle laughs, looking at the ceiling. Drakkar insinuates deeper the middle and ring fingers, moaning satisfied. Pushes them slowly to the upper part of her flesh, looking at the woman whom startles intensely.

«See, baby? See how your beautiful pussy welcomes my fingers? She is happy. They do love each other.»

They both giggle in excitement. The man moves his fingers upward with determination and Sibylle holds her hands to the sheets curving more her back, making a long sound of pleasure.

«That's it, baby, abandon yourself to me. Yeah, good girl.»

His hand moves even faster now. «Mmmm, I feel your flesh melting. Do you know what that means, baby? You're going to gush like a little fountain, my little fountain of pleasure.»

Sibylle writhes, gasps, kick the air with her legs while her thighs shake uncontrollably. Drakkar removes his hand and looks at the transparent and warm jet coming out proudly from her.

«Mmmm, oh hell yeah, good girl!» He gently slaps her on her wet vulva. «Again, baby, okay?»

Without waiting an answer he penetrates her again with his fingers, starting to move them in the way he only knows. His hand is determined and fast, and touches the right spot. He is now hard as a rock but doesn't seem interested in his own pleasure at the moment, he is too focused on her, he wants to see her squirting and coming freely. And he is doing the right thing since Sibylle seems to direct all her energies into the intense pleasure she feels. Her body shakes, her arms move disconnected, she turns her head side to side and emits sharp cries. Drakkar feels her warm fluid pushing from inside and moves away his hand again, looking at that pulsing meat while she howls from the bottom of her heart to express the overwhelming orgasm that is shaking her body.

«Oh yes, baby! You are so beautiful when you come, you are so beautiful, baby! Look at you: shattered by the pleasure. God, look at you, mmmm...», he says huskily.

Sibylle's body shakes as if it was crossed by low electric shocks as the orgasm fades away. She then closes her eyes and bites her lips, trying to control her heavy breathing. In the meantime he continues to stroke her wet and warm nudity, enjoying the erotic view of her pulsing flesh, murmuring something about that “
divine pussy
”.
«One more time, baby, okay?» he asks.
«Sorry, Roro, I don't know if I
—
Oh!» she gasps, when his strong hand enters in her moving in a more furious way. He bends over to lick the clit while his hand invades her with deep thrusts.

Sibylle feels breathless, she tries to call his name but her chest is filled with gasps of pleasure and cannot articulate a word. When the second orgasm begins to running in her veins she arches her back and finally screams his name. Drakkar slips his fingers out to lick her passionately on her pulsating clam, while several clear jets accompany her contractions of pleasure. He continues to lick her all over, determined not to stop his tongue until the last spasm fades away. Sibylle's stomach contracts involuntarily as well as her vaginal lips. When the contractions vanish he stops and lies on her kissing her mouth. She kisses him back with passion, grateful to that mouth that gave her all that pleasure.

They look at each other and smile.

«Oww, I wet the bed, sorry.» she says playfully.

«You have been a bad girl! How can you waste in this way your hot juice! The next time I want you to squirt all over me.»

He kisses her again, with incredible passion. Without leaving her mouth he spreads her legs open, grabs his rigid member by the root and penetrates her slowly. She opens her mouth and he smiles feeling her startling.

«Oh! I always forget how big you are!» she pants.

«Oh! I always forget how tight you are!» he says mockingly.

She grabs his shoulders and holds him in awe.

«Romain!»

Drakkar widens his eyes.

«Sibylle!» he teases her.

But immediately he looks at her with sweet eyes caressing her neck with his lips.

«Please, don't be afraid of me, my
petite leveret
, I won't hurt you, I promise.»

She lowers her eyelids while the grip on his shoulders becomes a caress as he slips gently inside her, without stopping kissing her and telling her how beautiful and warm she is.
Sibylle discovers another thing about him: he can make love in an incredible sweet way. He holds her in his arms, wrapping her in the warmth of that massive body in which she feels protected from the outside world. A world that doesn't seem to exist anymore when she's with him. A world that seems less scary when he hugs her. A world that has the taste of pleasure when he kisses her.

Because when they are together
he
is her world, the only world she belongs to.
 

“Remind yourself daily there is no way to happiness, happiness
is
the way.”

—
Lao Tzu

~

A few days later, around lunchtime, Sibylle exits the metro near the building of the Club D. Saphir is coming out of the building accompanied by two men in a dark suits. The distinguished lady is heading to a black car with the silver spiral on the side.

Sibylle runs to her calling her name loudly. Saphir stops and turns to look at her while a man holds the car door open. The other man moves in front of Saphir ready to keep Sibylle away from her, but Saphir tells him that she knows that girl.

«Saphir, I need to talk to you.»

«Good morning,
madame
Améthyste. Yes, I know, Drakkar told me, but at the moment I am very busy, I'm sorry.»

«Oh, no problem, don't worry.»

Saphir smiles, greets her and gets in the car. Sibylle follows with nonchalance sitting comfortably in front of her. Saphir frowns.

«Er, excuse me, what are you doing?» asks Saphir.

«I'm coming with you.» answers Sibylle naturally.

The young woman dismiss kindly the men standing near the car and closes the car door under the eyes of a shocked Saphir.

«
Madame
Améthyste, didn't you say that there was no problem?»

«Exactly, no problem, I'll come with you.»

«No, you cannot come. Please, get off the car.»

Sibylle smiles and looks at the driver.

«Hi Yves, how are you? You can go, thank you.»

«Good morning,
madame
. As you wish.»

The car moves and Sibylle gets more comfortable, still smiling happily while Saphir open her arms in disbelief annoyed by the fact that Yves has obeyed without hesitation.

«So, where are we going?» asks Sibylle curious as a child.

Saphir sighs but then holds back a smile.

«I wonder how Drakkar can handle you. You probably give the man some hard time.»

«Oh, he handles me brilliantly, don't worry. And by the way, I want to ask something about him: I want to see his personal black folder.»

«I'm sorry, you can't.»

«I know my rights and I know that as a member of the Club D I have the right to see the folders of any other member, as there are no personal information in it.»

«You cannot because there is no black folder about Drakkar,
madame
Améthyste.»

«What? But it is mandatory, all members must have it!» protests Sibylle.

«You want to complain about the behavior of one of the founders? Suit yourself.» says Saphir keeping her coolness.

«Of course I will, I don't like these favoritism! I will inform the
Organization
!»
«The
Order
.» corrects Saphir.

«The
Order
!» repeats Sibylle without blinking.
«
Madame
Améthyste, tell me: why do you want to read it? You want to know what is Drakkar's unfulfilled fantasy, don't you?»

«Exactly.»

«You are late, Drakkar realized all his erotic fantasies, I'm sorry.»

«He he, I don't believe you. Now that I know him better I can say he is a man that may seem uninhibited, but deep inside him there are still many things he is afraid to show. And I feel he has some fantasies left, and if there is someone who could know them, well, that person is you.»

Saphir's beautiful blue eyes close for a moment.

«All right,
madame
Améthyste, you are right. Yes, there is a fantasy he didn't realize yet.»

She leans toward her and Sibylle reaches out to hear better. Saphir begins to say slowly:

«Did you really think I could betray the secret of my best friend? Not even under torture I would disrespect his trust on me.»

Sibylle purses her lips understanding and admiring the loyalty of the woman. Both lean back again, remaining silent for a long time.