The Black Onyx Pact (44 page)

«That's it, little slave.» he says, stopping in front of her. «That's how a good slave waits for her Master.»

He looks at her with those piercing eyes, making her feel smaller than she is.
«Look at me.» he orders.
She stares back at him and, unexpectedly, he hits her on the face, but that's not a violent hit. She doesn't know how he does it, but he can hit her making a loud slap sound without actually hurting her. The slaps are dosed perfectly to make her feel his strength but not to hurt her.
«Lower your gaze when you are in front of me, slave!» he reproaches her austerely.
She lowers her gaze at once.
«Look at me, slave!» her orders again.
She looks at him and he slaps her.
«Lower your gaze, slave!»
She lowers her gaze again, beginning to sob, confused and excited at the same time.
«Look at me, slave!»
She looks at him and when he raises his hand to slap her, she clings to his thigh.
«Please, Master, I don't know what to do!»
He smiles pleased.
«You have to obey.»
«But you give me two different orders and you keep punishing me if I obey or disobey any of them.»
«I'm playing with you, little slave.»
«Please, you don't need an excuse to punish me, Master.»
He frowns heavily.
«I want to play with you, I don't want to punish you right now. I know I can punish you whenever I want! You must always obey my orders without questioning them, for how crazy they may sound! Understood?!»
She nods and he pushes her away from him.
«Now I show you how I punish you without a reason. On your hands and knees, slave!»
She obeys. He crouches down behind her and begins to spank her hard. So hard that she almost screams with each stroke. His strong hands hits her firmly, leaving red marks all over her buttocks. After spanking her properly, he gets up and looks at her for a long time. She lies on her side, moaning and sensually caressing her bottom. He grabs her by the hair and shoves her against the wall where are hanging chains and ropes. He tears up her dress and looks at her admiringly before to stroke her trembling skin and then hitting her generous breasts, making her startle. He smirks and does it again, again and again. He takes a step back to better look at that vibrant and flushed body, listening to the heavy breathing and moaning of the girl. A breathing between fear and pleasure.

The man leaves the room again. When he reappears in the doorway she immediately falls down to her knees and opens her mouth, making him smile. The man approaches her slowly, grabbing her hair.
«That's my good little slave. Mmmm, I already want to fuck you mercilessly
—
Why should I hold myself back? I have the whole day to play with you, to do whatever I want with my good little slave. I'll keep you tied in this stable box till dusk and I want you be ready to do whatever I order you to do. I want you to submit with docility and take whatever I'll inflict you. Is that clear, slave?»
«Yes, Master.» she says in a breath.
He smiles without showing his teeth, showing instead that wonderful grin of his that makes him irresistible. He unbuttons his pants and frees his hard member. She looks at him and sticks out her pink tongue, trying to hold back the urge to suck it hard.
«Do you think you deserve it, my lascivious slave?» he asks in a husky voice.
She looks at him and remains puzzled, wondering what she should respond.
«I don't deserve anything, Master. You reward me when you consider it opportune.»
He is amazed by that response: the girl is making great progresses. But it's so incredibly fun to play with her when she tries so hard to be a good slave!

«You're right, you don't deserve anything and I don't think that you should be rewarded. Therefore I won't allow you to take my hard cock in your mouth, you will watch while I masturbate.»

She looks at him with her mouth open, desiring to taste that magnificent and perfect member in front of her. Oh, it must be so delicious, like always! She loves that man's flavor. He shakes it before her eyes and smiles seeing her suffering for not being allowed to taste it. She is really beautiful with that look that begs him to let her just lick it a bit. He gets closer and frees the testicles.

«I feel generous today, slave. You may lick my balls.»

She begins to lick him all over the scrotum, panting excitedly, licking with such enthusiasm to make him smile in amusement.

«Easy, greedy slave-girl, show some devotion!»

She licks and kisses him gently now, looking into his blue eyes.
Tarasque's chest moves slowly as he thinks:
“Ah, what a perfect view!”

«I'll ask you again, slave: do you think you deserve to take my cock in your mouth?»
This time she nods vigorously and he smiles wryly before slapping her softly.

«I don't think so. And you will be punished for your presumption. I'll show you what you are worthy to receive into your mouth! Open better those lips, you little lustful slave!»

She opens well her mouth sticking out her tongue. He holds tight his member and places the glans on her tongue. She looks at him with worried eyes and he grins.

«Do you know what I'm about to do, slave?»

She has an idea, but she does hope is not that! So she shakes her head in denial.

«Oh, I think you have it figured out, you just fear to say it. But that's exactly what you think, slave. I'm going to empty my bladder in your mouth, to show you what is your place. I feel merciful today so you may not drink it, but I want you to keep it in your mouth, you understand?»

She widens her eyes, but then closes them and nods. She begins to think if she really wants to do that. Maybe is the case to stop the session, which has gone beyond what she was prepared to take. But deep down a part of her is excited to be used by him that way, to be his sex toy. And more, she loves everything about that man and feels ready to show it to him. She opens her eyes and looks at him straight in the eye while he concentrates to urinate. He stares intently at her and when he realizes that she is really willing to do as he ordered, he throws his head back and burst out laughing hard. He laughs loudly, making his beautiful voice echoes through the stables.

«Chicago, Sophie.» he says when he calms down.

He crouches down and caresses her face lifting her chin up to make her close her mouth.

«Oh sweetie...», he whispers touched, «really you'd have accepted that I would pissed in your mouth?»

She lowers her gaze feeling suddenly embarrassed.

«No, no, sweetie, no, please, don't be ashamed, there is no reason to feel embarrassed.» says him hugging her and kissing her head. «I didn't laugh at you, I laughed because that's what I do when I'm surprised. Pleasantly surprised.»

He takes her face in his hands and stares at her for a long time.

«Why were you ready to do it, Sophie?»

She wets her lips and raises a shoulder up to the cheek.

«Because when I'm your slave, all morality and logic are set aside. I become your doll, your plaything, I abandon myself entirely in your hands and it comes natural to me to accept whatever you want to do with me because I trust you deeply, more than anyone in my life. I know I'm in good hands, the hands of my Master.»

Tarasque holds his breath hearing those wonderful words. They stare at each other while moving closer until their lips touch, then, at that moment, both close their eyes. The kiss is slow and deep. And after an indefinite laps of time they move away and watch each other's bright eyes.

«So
—
You like to... to do that?» she asks.

He smiles moving just a corner of his mouth.

«It isn't exactly my passion, but I like the idea of you taking it to please me. In any case it excites me to pee
on
you rather than
in
you. Isn't bad to see you marked as my possession like that. What about you? You like it?»

«If somebody told me something like this only last month I would have been horrified just at the thought! I would have been disgusted, humiliated and offended, but now
—
», she licks her lips staring at him in adoration. «Oh my God, must be really something wrong with me because the thought of you wetting me excite me!»

He caresses her cheek.
«There's nothing wrong with you, sweetie, you just opened the locked door from the inside, the same door many of us keep closed forever. I am honored that you trust me up to the point to show me the most intimate part of you.» He touches her lips with his. «Your secret is safe with me, sweetie, you can unleash your instinct as you like when we are together. You can be my little fucked-whipped-pissed on slave, but out of here you'll be a respected lady and a spoiled woman, by me first. This will be our little secret, Sophie.»

They kiss again, passionately. He stands up, frees her from the chains and pushes her roughly on the straw, making her lie down on her back. Then he gets up looking at her and touching his member.

«Spread your legs, show me that sweet pussy of yours, little slave.» he says, getting back in role.

She complies, showing her pink and shiny clam. He looks at her, tilting his head to the side.

«Spread better those lips!»

She obeys and he moans satisfied.

«Mmmm, you look very wet. It seems you crave for something. Good. I'll give you what you want, little slave, you'll be filled until your pussy will be flushed and sore!»

He grunts like an animal and lies on her, penetrating her deep and beginning to push into her with passion. She is so warm and soft! He looks into her eyes, brushing the hair from her face, while pushing violently in her. Then he claws her abundant breasts, leaning down to kiss it passionately and then slapping it by the side. He looks at her intensely.

«I want you to say something after every slap. You know what that is?»

She nods.

«“Thank you, Master”?»

He pushes harder in her, trying not to lose the control.

«No, I want you to say: “I adore you”.»

She is astonished by that request. Tarasque slaps her breast again, making her startle.

«I adore you, Master.» she quivers.

He grabs her soft breast with both hands and slaps it again, enjoying seeing it bouncing under the hits.

«I adore you, Master.» she whispers again, this time with shivering voice.
He sucks her nipples and she closes her eyes, moaning loud. Then his strong hand slaps her on the breast two more time.

«I adore you, Master, I adore you!» she squeals overwhelmed with pleasure.

He licks and bites her up, making her arch the back. Then he slaps her again and again and again...

«Oh, yes, I love you, Jérôme, I love you!»
She opens wide her eyes realizing she called him by name and
— most of all — she said
“I love you”
.
«I
—
I'm sorry, Mas
—
»
H
e immediately puts gently a hand over her mouth.

«No, please, sweetie, don't apologize for that. You said something beautiful.»

He kisses her mouth without stopping the powerful thrusts.

Something is happening to their relationship, something profound and tender. But this doesn't make it less intense, on the contrary, it makes it more rich in visceral emotions.

«I adore you.», she sobs in pleasure.

Those two words echoes endlessly for all the stables. And even more they echoes in Tarasque's head, along with another thought:

“No, Sophie, it is I whom adore you.”
 

“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
 

—
Lao Tzu

~

Améthyste and Caligula

That evening a black car of the club stops near a wood path made of golden stones, leading to the private garden within the trees. The path is lit by many candles on both sides.

Two men in the red uniform of the Club D, open the car door. Sibylle puts down her elegant foot dressed in a lovely red-heeled shoe. Once she is standing, another man show her the path and she heads for it. The air is warm and smells of wild flowers. She can hear the cries of owls and other nocturnal animals.

The woman's legs move sinuously in that knee-length black chiffon dress, and her shoulders are elegantly covered by a large silver satin scarf. The hair is tied up, and on her face there is just a touch of makeup, as always. She doesn't need it, she is naturally beautiful. She arrives to the end of the path where there is a tall man dressed in an elegant white suit waiting for her. His face is covered down to the nose by a black mask.

When she arrives he smiles spontaneously and bows before her, taking her hand to almost touch the back with his lips. They look at each other and remain silent for a while. She simply smiles again, not knowing what to say. Claude indicates the striking white marble gazebo lit by many soft lights, and with a table for two at the center where the dinner is kept warm under silver food domes. Sibylle nods and they both walk there. She admires the pond nearby, where various waterfowl sleep peacefully.