The Black Onyx Pact (29 page)

She grasps him better, moving her hand up and down, making him almost cry tears of pleasure.

«I
—
I beg you
—
»

Sibylle smiles.

«I like it when you beg me.» she says, repeating the same words he told her the first time they met. «How desperately you want to come, slave?»
«S
—
so desperately that I
—
I have no words to describe it!»
«Come then, little slave.»

He moves faster but she leaves him again, standing up.

Drakkar swears loudly, shaking his head like an angry bear.

Sibylle chuckles while Drakkar looks askance at her, like a dog ready to attack.

«What is it, baby, you're afraid of my hand now, hmmm? You fear that I leave you just a second before you come?»

«Yes, Mistress.»

«But you didn't ask my permission to come.»

«Mistress, I begged!»

«That's not the same thing, is it? Moreover look at you! An imposing man like you who becomes easy prey of pleasure! Can't you control your body?»

Drakkar takes a deep breath.

«Not when you are in front of me, Mistress. Not after I smelled and tasted your delicious intimate flower, or the touch of your silky hand. Forgive me, Mistress, if I disappointed you. I'll try to control myself from now on.»

She takes the scissors and cuts the ropes in tension behind his back, freeing his movements, then she goes back to the couch, staring at him for a long time. The ropes are still tied around the limbs and the chest but the movements are free now.

«Come here, little dog, you deserve a reward for your good intents, and also for licking well your Mistress.»

Drakkar crawls to her with the cut ropes scraping on the carpet. He stops in front of her waiting on his knees. They look at each other for an indefinite laps of time, then Sibylle moves a leg placing a foot on his chest. Drakkar bends down to lick the red shoe maintaining eye contact. Sibylle lowers her gaze on his hard member still wet by her juice.

«Mmmm, look at yourself, so lusciously wet. Masturbate slowly.»

Drakkar grabs his stiff member and moves his hand, which slides easily thanks to Sibylle's juice. The woman stares at him impassively although inside her she feels strong emotions she never felt before. She takes a flûte with sparkling wine inside and brings it to her lips sipping elegantly, still looking at him.

«Hands behind your back.» she orders, sitting more comfortable.

He obeys and Sibylle looks at him with a mischievous smile.

«Now», she says calmly, «I want to see you slowly hump my leg like the animal you are. Rub against it until I order you to stop.»

«Yes, Mistress.»

He approached her leg, that beautiful smooth legs wrapped in a silky fishnet pantyhose, and sits astride moving the pelvis in a sensual movement, gently rubbing his penis and testicles on that smooth leg. Sibylle looks at him with feigned detachment. He is so powerful and sensual in trying to contain his pleasure, moving rhythmically looking into her eyes. Sibylle lets him doing that for long, enjoying the sight of that virile body doing as she ordered.

Drakkar bends to kiss her thigh fearing a reprimand, but she doesn't say anything so he kisses her again. Sibylle places the flûte back and takes the flogger nearby beginning to hit him on the back. Drakkar continues to move without expressing any emotion, so she hits him harder. Nothing. She hits him even harder and finally Drakkar moans. Good, she found the right intensity. Sibylle begins to hit his muscular back incessantly, making him groan in pleasure with each stroke.

Drakkar closes his eyes, licking his lower lip and she grins.

«Mmmm, it seems that you like it, slave, don't you?»

«Yes, Mistress. Please, again, Mistress.»

She smiles.

«Show me better your bare back, move your hands from there.»

Drakkar clutches his hands around her delicate thigh continuing to hump her leg. Sibylle hits hard his back completely exposed as well as his firm butt and his wide shoulders. In the room it echoes the rhythmic sound of the whiplashes and Drakkar's gasps of pleasure.

«It seems you are enjoying it. What you should say, slave?»

«Thank you, Mistress.»

She hits him with more intensity, leaving glowing red marks on the skin. He growls, but she continues straight faced. Soon she begins to hit him so hard that he stops his rubbing to control the burning pain on his back. Sibylle continues unemotional. Maybe she wants to test his endurance?

«I have not ordered you to stop, impudent slave!»

She hits him again, harder, faster, stronger.

«Tijuana.» calls Drakkar.

She doesn't stop and he flares his nostrils growling loudly. In response, she smiles and hits him even harder.

«Tijuana, Sibylle!»

She hits him on the buttocks, ignoring his words. Drakkar understands that the role-playing is taking another direction.

«Stop it or I'll make you stop!» he warns her in a harsh voice.

Sibylle hits him hard on the shoulder and keeps his promise (as he always does) reacting promptly: he grabs her wrist and squeezes it hard till she opens her hand and drops the flogger, then with the other hand he holds tight her throat.

«You got tired of having me at your feet, don't you? You want me to dominate you, am I right? You want the impetuous animal in me to bite you, to hurt you, to make you come, don't you, my horny babe?»

Sibylle's moaning at those words are the answer. She touches his chest stroking the bull tattoo and licking her lips.

«Aren't you a stud bull? Prove it. Mount me like the animal you are!»

Drakkar shoves her roughly on the carpet, turns her prone grabbing her hips bending over her and pulling her head back to growl in her ear:

«You want to be mounted? You will be mounted as you deserve! But I don't want to hear you begging me to stop, because I won't, is that clear?!»

She moans and gasps, feeling incredibly wet.

«Oh yes, please, mount me, Drakkar!»

She prostrate on the floor keeping her butt up and her legs wide apart. Drakkar emits a bestial grunt, takes his hard member by the root and with the other hand spreads her vaginal lips penetrating her with a slow, inexorable, deep thrust.

«Oh my God, you're always so tight! How wonderful! It's like deflowering a virgin every time.»

He bends one leg resting a foot on the ground, so that he can push with more power; then touches her between her legs and rubs hard, enjoying to see her moving against him.

They both have a strong bestial instinct which leads them to be prey of a profound and shattering pleasure. When they reach a certain level all they want is a passionate carnal intercourse. Without roles, without rules, just their sexual urge to fill. They become two mammals eager to satisfy their impulses.

Sibylle articulates guttural moans: Drakkar's thrusts are taking her breath away. The man closes his eyes to better taste that incredible feeling. His movements are resolute while he slides in her holding tight to her waist. He slaps her between the legs causing her to throb. Then he starts to spank that milky butt rhythmically until those smooth buttocks become adorably pink. Sibylle reaches out and grabs his wrists.

«Drakkar, wait, please. I want to do something.»

Drakkar pauses, kneading her exposed bottom with his strong hands. But his hands and his breathing stop when he feels the woman's sex wrapping around his hardness from inside, like a mouth that sucks hard a finger. The warm flesh walls of her vagina grip him as if they were pulsing, giving him unknown shivers. What a divine feeling!

«Oh, Sibylle...», sighs stunned.

She turns to look at him enjoying his ecstatic face, and continues to tighten the vaginal muscles in a sensual rhythm, giving him sublime sensations. Drakkar claws her buttocks spanking it many times, enough to make her scream, and in that moment he pushes into her again, banging violently on that pale skin.

Sibylle half closes her mouth emitting hoarse groans with her throat. The man smiles.

«What is it, my wolfish babe? You want to come already?» He grabs her hair. «Oh God, I love your lusciousness! You are so ravenous for pleasure, exactly how I like it!»

Sibylle almost drools on the carpet because of the mouth that she doesn't seem to be able to close anymore. She moves against him, begging him not to stop, to push harder, to be merciless, to hurt her with his hardness. Drakkar breathes through his teeth, possessing her with a fury that amazes him every time. That woman is the only one who has never managed to make him lose complete control on himself. And that scares him, but also excites him terribly.

Unexpectedly he gets up going to sit on the couch.

Sibylle looks at him while he spreads his legs holding his member in his left hand and motioning her to approach. Now is her the one crawling up to him. She stops in front of his open legs and starts to slowly lick all over his masculinity, his testicles, his thighs and his stomach. She kisses, licks, caresses him, worship him. Drakkar looks at her, digging his hands into his silky waves. He is enjoying those beautiful attentions, watching her as she rapturously smiles in pleasure, as she licks his rod before to take it all in her sweet mouth to suck hard, moving her head side to side keeping a sensual eye contact with him.

Sibylle's tongue moves down, gently passing the pink tongue on his inner thigh and then his testicles, licking devoutly that dark wrinkled skin. She inspires his masculine smell, kisses him, sucks him gently, taking one testicle in her mouth and licking it while inside her cavity. Drakkar throws his head back, panting uncontrollably. When he looks back at her she is still in profound adoration of his masculinity, licking and sucking it with passion.

The man cannot resist further: he grabs her hair, pulls her up and makes her sit astride him. Then penetrates her slowly and their beautiful dance of pleasure begins again, leaving them breathless. Sibylle rests her head on his muscular shoulders, wrapping her arms on his neck and moving rhythmically on him.

Drakkar stimulates the clitoris with a thumb, enjoying her breath which already has the beautiful shortness of when she is near the orgasm. He feels her nails clawing his shoulders and that makes him groan in pleasure. He spanks her and spurs her to move faster. Sibylle sits straight to ride him better while he squeezes her delicate breasts and pulls her hair. His phrases of incitement to come are said with a deep husky voice, revealing his extreme excitement. Sibylle arches her back feeling the orgasm approaching inexorably like the tides of the ocean. And here it come the shocking waves of pleasure...

As always, Sibylle cries “Romain” between the gasps. Drakkar draws her to him to kiss that beautiful mouth. He, too, isn't far from the orgasm. How he couldn't be with that wonderful creature in his arms! He holds her firmly by the buttocks and moves furiously in her while the sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room. Sibylle kisses, licks and bites him on the neck, now it's her turn to encourage him with lascivious phrases to come. Drakkar narrows his eyes, clenches his jaw as growls loudly feeling his member throbbing inside her.

Here they are again: exhausted, held in a tight embrace, panting, satisfied. Deeply satisfied.

They look at each other and, as always, they laugh. Perhaps to ease the tension, perhaps for complicity, but they always do. They kiss gently now, without haste, without greed.

«You are so beautiful, Sibylle.» whispers him stroking her face.

Holding her against him he gets up and goes to lie down on the bed. They rest side to side looking in the eyes without speaking, just smiling, caressing softly their skin.
 

~

A few hours later, at
3
am, Drakkar wakes up because his phone is ringing. It's a muffled tone, the rhythmic sound of a submarine sonar that he hears perfectly. He looks at Sibylle, naked and clutched to him, sleeping soundly, then slips away from her embrace and takes the phone: is Nathan calling. He goes in the adjacent luxurious bathroom, takes off his leather hood and answers in a whisper.

«What happened, Nathan?» he asks worried.

On the other side of the phone there is an alarmed Nathan, babbling something about strange bruises on his inner thighs. Drakkar tries to calm him down, but it's hard for a person who whispers to be heard by another person who is in the throes of hysterics. The man sighs and lets him vent, closing his eyes and trying to understand what he's saying. When the boy stops and remains only sobbing, Drakkar takes a deep breath.

«Nathan, I didn't understand a thing of what you said. No! Don't start again. Now shut up and listen, okay? Tell me, are you in danger?»

Nathan begins to talk about itching and strange bubbles and Drakkar stops him again.
«Answer me, Nat. Are you in any danger? Has anyone hurt you?» He carefully listens to Nathan's calmer answer. «Right, so you woke up to go to the bathroom and you saw this strange rash on the skin?» A moment of silence. «Okay, now listen: call a taxi and go to the hospital.» Drakkar laughs softly when he hears his answer. «Nathan, I can't. I am with a woman I adore, don't ask me to come home, please.»