The Black Onyx Pact (31 page)

«Nymphe?» calls Tarasque softly. «Open your eyes, sweetie, look at me.»

She opens her eyes, still sobbing. Tarasque smiles and takes off the mask showing her his beautiful face.

«Nymphe, you're safe with me. You're among friends, no one here would ever hurt you, sweetie, especially me. You know that?»

She nods, looking away.

«No, sweetie, look at me.»

She slides her eye up and he caresses her bare shoulder.

«My name is Jérôme. What's your name?»

«S
—
Sophie.» she sobs.

«Sophie, what a lovely name. Sophie, listen: Tarasque is the Master of Nymphe, not yours. Now there are just Jérôme and Sophie, do you understand? There is not Tarasque now. So, who am I, sweetie? Say it.»

Her lips tremble when she whispers:

«Jérôme.»

He smiles and puts his arm around her shoulders.

«Good girl. We are Jérôme and Sophie, we are equals, we are friends, we aren't playing anymore. That's why we have secret names, not only to protect our anonymity but also because when we play in a certain way we impersonates someone else. We become our characters, we let the hidden side of us express, and there is nothing to be ashamed of or to be afraid of when we do that. Tonight we shared incredible emotions, we experienced intense feelings, but it was just a game; a game where I played the part of the Master and you played the role of the slave. It was an intimate thing, we exposed ourselves to each other. And you have been so good
—
oh,
mon Dieu!
—
you have been very good! I am very happy to have spent the night with you. You shouldn't even remotely think that I consider you an inferior being, in fact, you are precious to me. I'm sorry I pushed you beyond your limits, it's all my fault. I never meant to make you feel abandoned or to make you feel a mere object of my cruelty. Please, forgive me, Sophie. I felt so well with you that I forgot it was your first time.» Tarasque smiles. «Sophie, sweetie, you have all the rights to be angry at me and if there is something that could make you feel better, please, let me know. You can slap me or insult me if that makes you feel better.»

She shakes her head and frees her hand to touch his face, visibly more relaxed. Tarasque smiles again and kisses the palm of her hand.

Drakkar flares his nostrils staring at his friend with reproach and saying roughly:

«You are such a dick!»

Tarasque doesn't even look at him, knowing that he deserves those words, and Drakkar adds:

«How can you forget it's her first time in submitting to someone? Let's say you ignored it. It's
3am
and you are here since midnight, mate. I thought to find you sleeping here but you were still playing! It would be hard even for an expert slave to endure for so long. You should be suspended from the Club for this!»

Tarasque turns to look at him without losing his beautiful smile.

«Would you please shut the hell up? Thank you.»

«Stupid bastard.»

«What a lousy friend you are.»

«Why? Because I treat you like every other member? You know that I don't make favoritism.»
«You know me, you know I wouldn't harm another person, especially a woman. And especially a woman who submits to me! I made a mistake, I'm sorry, It won't happen again.»

«You know I don't tolerate this kind of errors!»

«Yes, I know. Hell, I know you better than I would!»

Nymphe clings to Tarasque.

«Please, don't argue for this.» implores her gentle voice.

Tarasque closes his eyes, smelling the sweet scent of her hair.

«Sweetie, we're not fighting, this is how we normally talk.»

Sibylle raises an eyebrow.

«And what happens when you fight then?»

The two men exchange glances and chuckle.

«You don't want to see us fighting, Améthyste.» asserts Drakkar.

«The last time I broke his finger and he dislocated my jaw.» explains Tarasque amused, adding: «Well, he broke his finger dislocating my jaw with his fist, but the results is what counts.»

Sibylle and Nymphe laugh. The atmosphere is serene now.

Drakkar takes Sibylle's hand leading her out, leaving Tarasque and Nymphe to their intimate moment.

Just outside the room, Sibylle moves a hand to her chest.

«Gosh, how scary Nymphe's reaction! I didn't know that could happen.»

Drakkar smiles.
«It can happen in a more subtle way too. That's why those who play the dominant must have a great sensitivity.»

«I'm curious to know if I would react that way if you could do the same things to me.»

«I don't think you'll ever find out.»

«Why not?»

Drakkar grabs her by the waist, drawing her to him and spanking her firm butt few times.

«Because I'm not Tarasque. I want to fuck you, I don't want to whip you.»
He puts his forehead on hers, looking her straight in the eye. She smiles enigmatically so he asks in a breath:
«What?»
She giggles.
«Nothing. Is just that
—
I always hated that word, I always found it extremely vulgar, but it's funny, because from you it doesn't sound rude, it sounds sexy. Let me say you have a really special mouth,
monsieur
.»

He kisses her passionately and she feels her knees wobbling.

That mouth is so warm, so resolute, kissing her with unbridled lust. Sibylle moans of pleasure and clings to him returning the kiss with equal fervor. When they move away, she has an insolent look.

«Maybe you're not good in doing what Tarasque did?»

He grins, pulling her head back.

«It's useless to try to instigated me, my crazy horny hamster. I express myself better when I'll fuck you 'till you scream. And
—
in any case
— you couldn't
resist half an hour in my hands like that. I'm not as tender as Tarasque is.» He attracts her by her hair and stares at her gasping mouth, looking at those lips parted. «I'd make you feel so deeply in my power to scare you. I can be very cruel, baby.»

She licks her lips and he understands that she is incredibly excited. He touches her between the legs finding her hot and slippery.

«God, you're the woman I've always dreamed of! Hot and wet just talking about sex!»

She gasps grabbing his arm.

«Drakkar, let's make a deal.»

He withdraws his hand listening attentively.

«I will let you do anything you want with me; I'll submit to your cruelty; I'll accept your dominance, but in return you will show me your face.»

He thinks about it for a minute, then shakes his head.

«Let's make another deal: you won't ask to see my face ever again or else I will stop to see you, huh?»

Sibylle becomes serious instantly, and flinches.

«I
—I
didn't mean to
— There is no need to— I'm sorry, I won't ask it again, I—I promise.
» she stutters, clutching her robe to her chest.

Drakkar closes his fists feeling guilty, but doesn't say anything. Sibylle stares at him, biting the corner of her upper lip.

«Maybe I'd better go home now.» she says, looking away and moving to walk out, but the strong hands of Drakkar grab her by the shoulders pushing her gently against the wall. He bends over to kiss her neck.

«Please, forgive me.» he murmurs sincere.

She closes her eyes, touched by that honest apology. Claude never apologized to her.

«I don't know if I can forgive you.» she jokes.

He looks at her with eyes already glistening with passion.

«What do I have to do to have your forgiveness?»

She licks her lips.

«Make me come, make me howl like a she
-
wolf, Drakkar.»

The man breathes the air between his teeth and, with a firm movement, lifts the woman placing her on his shoulder and heading to their room.

After a few minutes, Tarasque comes out of the bathroom carrying Nymphe in his arms. The girl is completely relaxed now. The man looks around and not seeing the two shrugs: that was even better so he could have the privacy he needed to give Nymphe all the attentions she deserves.

Tarasque goes upstairs in a empty room just in front of Drakkar and Sibylle's room. Once inside he gently lays Nymphe on the bed keeping smiling at her; then he undresses himself and slips under the sheets side by side with the young woman.

After a night of tears mixed with pleasure; a night of moans and sighs; a night of caresses alternate to whiplashes, now it's the time of tenderness.

Now is the time to hug in the darkness, to kiss her delicate skin, to whisper how wonderful she is.

In the meantime, Drakkar and Sibylle are in their room devouring each other's mouth. Drakkar's hands are holding her face as he kisses her relentlessly. She feels so delicate in his hands. He is so colossal and strong that Sibylle feels something liquefying in her stomach. She holds his wrists returning the kiss with visceral passion. They move away from each other just to catch their breath, then they are back kissing hungrily. After a while they move away again staring at each other's eyes, before to kiss more passionately than before.

Drakkar slams her gently against the wall holding his hand around her throat just how he loves it. Yes, because he loves to see the slender neck of the girl in his powerful hand, seeing her mouth slightly open, seeing her looking at him with dreamy eyes. Oh yes, he does love it! And she loves it too according to her heavy breathing. With his other hand, Drakkar, loosens her robe and strongly grabs her boob moaning hoarsely in satisfaction while squeezing that delicate breast. She arches her back and he tears her robe apart with both hands, then grabs Sibylle's dark hair pushing her down in front of him. She falls on her knees keeping eye contact and placing her hands on his marble-like thighs. Drakkar pushes her head against his crotch and she deeply smells his virile scent before to bite gently his hard member under the fabric. She pulls his boxers down beginning to lick gently his testicles, making him shiver. She licks him sweetly, with devotion, looking into his eyes. She licks slowly, enjoying his delicious taste and desiring nothing else than lick him even more, until he comes. Drakkar throws his head back, moving his hips against her. But he stops when he feels that she moved away. She leaned against the wall. The man frowns, not understanding her intentions. She smiles naughtily touching her breast.

«I want you to fuck my mouth as if it were my pussy; and I want you to push your whole cock inside it; I want you to move fast and mercilessly. And I want you to fill my mouth with your hot sperm.»

Drakkar clenches his jaw.
«Wow...», he comments huskily.
He never heard her talking like that and he actually thought she wasn't that kind of girl. He is really happy to have been wrong! With one hand he holds her by the hair and with the other he grabs his member by its root and gets close to her open mouth. He strokes her face with his masculinity just how he likes; then he slips inside her warm mouth and begins to move furiously, holding her head still with both hands. Sibylle closes her eyes and keeps her mouth wide open, her tongue pushed outwards in order to better accommodate his hard rod; then touches his steady legs letting him move the way he wants. She feels a gag reflex but holds it back focusing on his pleasure and controlling her breathe, while he moves deeply in her mouth.

«You like that, don't you, huh?» asks Drakkar, with his voice trembling in pleasure, while looking down at her. «Is this what you want? You want my hard thick cock in your tight mouth? You want me to use you as I wish? Oh yes, let me see how hard you can suck. Show me how much you are craving for my sperm. I want to see you sucking so hard as if you were to swallow that cock! Good girl, yes, take it deeply in your mouth until I come. I want to see that hungry mouth filled with my cum!»

Sibylle looks up at him and he enjoys those beautiful emerald eyes which make him feel horny and touched at the same time. Drakkar growls loud, showing his teeth.

«Look at you, with that innocent little face, with those imploring eyes... What's the matter, baby, huh? The big man is fucking you hard and his fat cock is filling mercilessly your mouth? You feel it to your throat? Oww, poor thing.»

Some tears slide down from her eyes. They are tears of pleasure and physical effort, but he wants to make sure she is fine and that he is not hurting her in any way: physically or mentally. So he slips out that divine mouth, but before he can ask if she is ok she complains and moans loudly, opening wider her mouth and pulling her tongue out, whimpering like a puppy. He smiles and penetrates her mouth again, pushing faster, using her for his pleasure. The outstanding naked and bronzed body of Drakkar — which looks like the body of an ancient god — moves against her vehemently and she begins to touch herself between her legs. Drakkar notices it and smiles, closing his eyes and getting lost in that intimate pleasure. When he feels the orgasm approaching looks intensely at her, and Sibylle understands that he is about to come. She understands it not only by his gaze but also from his thrusts that now are faster and deeper. And from the hoarse gasps that accompany every thrust. He doesn't say a thing but simply stares at her, trying to keep his eyes open to enjoy the view of her mouth that welcomes his seed. Drakkar tightens his hands on her hair and pushes furiously in her mouth and finally his sperm comes out vital, flooding her mouth. She is amazed by the amount of sperm he can shoot every time. Drakkar stops and watches while his sperm overflows that beautiful mouth. He pulls out his member and bends his head to the side deeply pleased. He is mesmerized by that hot fluid on her soft lips, which then drips on her chin and on her breast. Sibylle opens her mouth showing him the abundance of his semen, then she swallows it moaning satisfied and licking her lips. Drakkar is enchanted by her sensuality. He grabs her by the shoulders helping her to stand up, then he bends down to kiss that sticky mouth that has the flavor of his own sperm. But he likes her too much to care. The kiss is passionate and breathless. When they move away they both smile and then is Drakkar turn to go on his knees in front of her. He caresses her slim legs and stares at her from below; then opens his mouth pulling out his sublime tongue licking her slowly on her large labia and clitoris.