The Black Onyx Pact (6 page)

Both giggle.

«So we're both alone tonight.» he notes.

«It seems so.»

«We could stay here all night, if you want.»

Sibylle sits up straight looking around timidly, raising her shoulders as she always do when she feels uncomfortable. And he is starting to love that natural shyness of hers.

«P
―
please, don't get angry», she says bashfully, «but I'm confused by all this. I'd rather go home. I don't wanna offend you, but I prefer to leave, ok? I'm not a good lover, I know
—
»
«S
hhh.
» whispers him brushing a tuft of hair from her face. «Come here, ba
by.» he says, gently drawing her next to him and touching her cheek with the back of his finger. «Look at me.»
Those mortified eyes that look at him seem to have the power of making his heart beat faster.

«Why you think I would get angry? Mine wasn't a sexual proposal, baby, I'm not a stud bull, even if it seemed so.»

He laughs aloud, with his deep warm and masculine voice. He laughs so beautifully that makes her smile too.

«Even if we want to stay we can't, Drakkar. We booked for the evening, not for all night. And I know that the Club is very strict about it.»

Drakkar extends his arm to enter a numeric code on the keypad on the nightstand table, and the kind voice of the girl at the reception desk answers politely.

«Opale speaking, how can I help you?»

«Good evening, it's Drakkar.»

«Oh,
monsieur
Drakkar! Is everything to your satisfaction, sir? Is the room comfortable enough? Does your partner need anything?»

«Everything is fine, Opale, thank you.»

Her voice seems to smile when she says:

«I had no doubts.»

«I'm calling because we decided to stay here all night. Please, serve the dinner in our room as soon as possible. I also want the adjoining rooms empty for the night, and make sure no one will disturb us until morning.»

«As you wish, sir. The dinner will be served as soon as possible, we reserve the right to choose the wine and the dessert.»

«Ok, thank you. Good evening.»

«Good evening to you, sir.»

When he ends the call they look at each other in silence, for a long time. That man is so self-confident, resolute but calm, determined but gentle. Sibylle tightens her lips, it's clear something is bothering her.

«You did it to impress me, Drakkar? If so you didn't impressed anyone, I don't like those who think they can stun others with their arrogant attitude.»

He doesn't seem affected by her words even if he is quite surprised of that reaction.

«We decided to stay and I planned the evening, that's all.» he explains serenely.

«No. You wanted to show me that you are familiar here, believing that I would find it intriguing, but I don't. It only means that you are one of those that use the Club continuously. You are one of those who prefers sex to a stable relationships. Bah! Another immature! You're all the same!»

«Are you judging me? Because if you are you can leave, you bloody bigot.»

«Ah! Did I touch an open wound?» she accuses him.
«Oh God, I'm starting to regret this decision.» he murmurs.

«Don't worry, I'm leaving soon, and there will be a bad
response
for you about this evening, “
monsieur
” Drakkar!»

«If you'll leave there will be more food for me, you crazy hamster.»

«I'm just expressing my opinion, so why are you insulting me?!»
Drakkar giggles with his mouth closed.
«“Crazy hamster” is an insult for you?»
She thinks about it, looking up, then she shakes her head.
«No, but
—
The point is that is clear that you are not used to confront people who have a different opinion from yours!»
«Nothing could be further from the truth. So can I call you “crazy hamster”, baby?»
She growls loudly, and Drakkar laughs.
«Don't change the subject, Drakkar! It's something I hate! And don't laugh! I'm being serious and I also hate when people laugh when I'm serious!» she shouts nervously.
The man becomes instantly serious, looks intensively at her and grabs her by the throat making her startle.
«You want me to be serious?»
Her eyes are wide open now.
«No... I don't. Please, I
—
I'm sorry. Please, you are scaring me
—
» she says the last words in a whisper.
Drakkar lets her go at once and smiles sweetly, stroking her beautiful face.
«Forgive me, babe, I didn't mean to scare you, even less hurt you, I was just playing. Listen: I'm sorry if I upset you with that call, I swear it wasn't my intention. I really just wanted to plan the evening. I don't want to argue with you about stupid things, I don't like arguing. I've been charmed by you tonight, and the only thing I want is to enjoy your company. I'm curious, Améthyste, usually I'm not easily charmed by someone. So let's forget this stupid quarrel, ok?»

She opens her mouth in astonishment hearing those words, then looks away feeling sweetly vulnerable. That man knows how to touch her heart, and she is not used to someone who wish to end disputations.
«I
—
I don't like arguing too. I don't know why I said those thing, I don't know why I raised my voice in that way, I'm sorry. I want to stay with you too. And I won't fill a bad
response
, I promise.»
He laughs.
«Our rendezvous isn't over yet, wait until morning to decide what to write in there, and I want you to feel free to say whatever you want in that paper, ok?»
She nods.

«Drakkar, I want to ask you something.»
«Go ahead.»
«Why did you want the adjoining rooms empty? Is it because of me, right? Is because you seen that I scream during the orgasm? Oh, I'm so sorry!»

He laughs heartily, tossing his head back. After his deep laugh, he looks at her and frowns.

«You were joking, right?»
She lower her eyes and he shakes his head.
«Baby, I love to hear your screams of pleasure, you must never hold back with me, ok?»
She looks at him, clearly surprised.

«It doesn't really bother you that I howled like a she
–
wolf?»
Drakkar smiles.

«It's been a long time since you had an orgasm like that, am I right?»

«Yes, forgive me. If you want to meet me again I'll try to control myself, I promise.»

Drakkar moves like a big cat that emerges from the jungle, takes her face in his big hands and Sibylle swallows as she looks in his piercing eyes.

«Don't you dare to say it again, is that clear?!»
She nods, looking at him with docile eyes.
«Y
—
yes.»
His hands slide up to her head, pulling her hair back.
«
Mon Dieu
, you are so sweet
—
Améthyste, I loved to see you shaking in pleasure. Always remember that with me you can scream all you want, you can moan uncontrollably, you can say the most obscene words, you can ask me the most perverse things and I won't judge you. You are wonderful when you linger in your animal instincts without inhibitions.»

He looks at her mouth half
–
opened: those lips, so soft, so fleshy... He bends down to kiss her.

Sibylle closes her eyes as she feels the man's tongue filling her mouth, she clings to his strong shoulders returning the kiss with passion. He tastes good, he smells good. He smells of male. When they move away, they smile spontaneously. Drakkar lies down comfortably, smiling smugly.

«“
I promise I'll try to control myself
”, you really are a crazy hamster. And an adorable one.»

They stare at each other for a long time, without speaking, lost in their own thoughts but in the eyes of the other.

«Why you hide your face behind the mask? Are you a well-known person?»

«No. I wear it because I like it.»

«Maybe you don't want to be recognized outside of here?»

«I said I wear it because I like it.»

«Maybe you fear an unpleasant encounter out of here while you're with your woman?»

«I am a faithful man, if I had a woman I wouldn't have rendezvous with the Club. Well, I'd do it with her.»

«And if she doesn't like it?»

«She wouldn't be my woman if she were a moralist. I love sex in all its forms. My dream is to find a woman who shares my way of thinking, of living sex.»

«A pervert like you?»

«Exactly.»

«It will be almost impossible to find a woman like that and also faithful. You are destined to be alone, honey. You and your mask, which you wear for insecurity.»
«I cover my face because I'm used to, what I'm not used to is the lack of respect toward me. I want an apology for your insolence.»

«Tsk! Or what? You will punish me?» she teases him, feeling a strange emotion.

«Do you see this hand?» he asks raising it.

«Yes, it is a strong, big hand. What you want to do? You want to spank me? You want to slap me?»

He sits up straight with his back, making her startle. When he moves that way he looks like a beast ready to devour its prey.

«No, baby, if you won't apologize I'll penetrate you with my big fingers until you come again. I want to show you who is the strongest here, who can grab you and keep you still and have the power to make you come whenever he wants.»

She swallows, feeling a warm sensation between her legs.

«I'm still waiting.» he warns her.

«Why should I apologize?!» asks her playfully shocked.

«Because I'm ordering you to do so.» he explains composed.

«I don't recall requesting a Bdsm rendezvous!»

«Too bad. If you did, now you'd be kneeled at my feet enjoying your third orgasm while you beg me to whip you harder.»

She laughs.

«Ah! If I had requested a Bdsm rendezvous the submissive would have been you, honey!»

«Oh, the kitty is showing its claws now, mmmm, intriguing. But, you know, cats show their claws even when you pet them, as a sign of happiness. But I must admit that I'd like to see how cruel you can be. Anyway, for now I just want my apology.»

Sibylle remains silent.

«As you wish, I'll count to three. One...» he says.

Sibylle feels her nipples getting hard.

«...Two...»

A part of her wants to apologize, but another part of her, more lustful, want to see if the man keeps his promises.

«...Three.»

Sibylle runs to the bathroom but the man is already behind her before she can close the door. He is really quick for being so big!

He burst open the door with a thrust of his shoulder, and she backs away in fear. He grabs her by the waist and pushes her down, firmly and safely, on the big black carpet at the foot of the bathtub. She soon realizes that she cannot escape from those strong hands. She wriggles, but he has already grabbed both her wrists in the grip of his right hand, while the other hand slides between her thighs. Her recurring dream comes in her mind. That man...

«No, no, no! Oh, please, don't! I'm sorry, Drakkar, I'm sorry, please, forgive me!»

He smiles.

«Too late, baby.»

His thumb begins to move across the clitoris, then he penetrates her mercilessly with his middle finger pushing it in and out quickly, making her emit short cries of pleasure. Sibylle gets more wet and he inserts the ring finger too, making a hoarse sound in his throat; he looks at her whom has her eyes closed and her mouth open.

«What is it, baby, huh? You want to come already?»

Sibylle begins to tremble slightly trying to tighten the thighs, but the man's hand moves furiously inside her. He is so strong and fills her with violence with his big fingers!

«Dra
—
Dra
—
Dra
—
» she stutters, realizing she cannot even articulate his name since she is overwhelmed with excitement.

He smirks, staring at her parted lips and at her trembling body, but then she says something strange.

«Drakkar! Please let me go, I have to pee!»

The man frowns stopping the hand, but remaining inside her. She turns her face to the side, deeply mortified.

«I'm sorry, oh how embarrassing
—
» she closes her eyes. «When I get stimulated in that way it can happen that I have to pee.»

Drakkar smiles brightly shaking his head.

«Oh, no, baby, that's not pee.»

His hand release her wrists and goes to touch her on the Mons Veneris to hold her steady before starting to move his fingers inside her again. Now he strangely pushes up from the inside.