The Black Onyx Pact (12 page)

Sibylle closes her eyes and arches her back, moaning loudly and Drakkar growls even louder.

«Oh yes! I love to see you so exposed, I like to see you tied so I can use you as I wish. I think I'm about to lose control, baby. Grrr!» he says with trembling voice.

She feels an incredible pleasure in being bound that way, but she also begins to feel a bit of pain between her legs due to that violent invasion.

«D
—
Drakkar, please... My poor pussy, please, you said you would treat me well...», she says in sobs of pleasure.

The man doesn't diminish the ardor of his thrusts, in fact, increases the intensity.

«Oww baby, you want me to stop, hmmm? You can't hold my thrusts? Your pussy is too tight for my huge cock?»

Sibylle moans hearing him talking like that. She likes when he is cruel. And he knows it. Drakkar takes her chin in his hand and
—
without stopping his passionate thrusts
— he
kisses her briefly several times, sticking his tongue into her mouth slightly open. He bends to bite her neck, making her gasp.

«Your warm pussy wants to swallow me, it doesn't want me to stop, I can feel it. But you can tell me to stop and I'll let you go, otherwise move your lovely body against me if you want my cock deeper.»

She moves against him and the man spanks her tights.
«Mmmm, I knew it. Good girl, you want it all inside you. That's my girl, take it, babe, take it all.» he tells her, making her moan and shake. «Yeah, that's it. What a good girl!»
He spanks her again and again and again... Sibylle closes her eyes and opens her mouth, articulating some incredibly sensual sounds in her throat. Drakkar is prey to the wildest pleasure. It happened again, that woman brought out the beast in him.

«What is it, baby, hmmm? You are going to get wet all over?»

He gets out of her just to penetrate her with his fingers, in that amazing way that only he can do. And he moves so furiously that Sibylle arches her back while her thighs tremble visibly, offering herself to those strong hands that know how to touch her. She emits a continuous cry, feeling a warm liquid coming out from her and wetting Drakkar on his intimate parts. The man groans commenting obscenely
—
but in a manner that however in that moment sounds just perfect
—
the little stream of her
“
water of pleasure
”,
as he calls it
. He rubs his whole hand on her dripping intimacy and soon penetrates her with his hard member again, moving more deeply than before since now Sibylle is less tight because incredibly, sweetly, erotically wet and close to the orgasm. Their bodies move in such vehemence that the bed starts to creak and even scraping on the floor. Drakkar rubs his fingers just above her clitoris and understands he is doing the right thing when he hears her panting uncontrollably. She holds the handcuffs with her fingers then contracts all the muscles of her body before howling loud the name of Drakkar. He continues to touch her until the spasms of her body don't cease.

«Good girl. That's my little she-wolf.» he praises her, stroking her hair.

He stops to enjoy the involuntary contractions of her vagina, now more soft and slippery. After that he begins to move inside her
furiously, unleashing the wild beast in him. Sibylle feel breathless and almost scared
by his brute force, but a part of her loves that tasty furiousness caused by an uncontrollable passion. When he feels on the verge of pleasure he stands up on the bed remaining legs wide open masturbating, towering over her. Sibylle looks at him and thinks he is the most impressive and stately man she ever met. She stares at him excitedly, watching him focusing on his own pleasure with his left hand moving fast on his hard, huge member. She looks at him throwing his head back and grunting loudly before sprinkling her with his hot fluid. The powerful movement of his hand causes the semen to scatters all over her body: on the face, on the breasts, on the groin and on the thighs.

When the man stops he looks at her and smiles pleased; then he sits beside her and admires the drops of his sperm shining everywhere on that silky skin. He chuckles hoarsely then begins to spread it on the soft breast. She opens her mouth immediately, sticking out her tongue and looking at him with suppliant eyes. He moves his fingers, dripping with sperm, to her mouth.
«What is it, baby, you wanna taste it, hmmm?»
She nods, closing her eyes and moving her head toward his hand. Drakkar strokes her lips with his fingers and she lifts better her head to lick them before to suck them deep in her warm mouth, with a husky moan. Drakkar feels as if a warm hand touched him right in the chest. He looks enraptured Sibylle's mouth sucking slowly his big fingers, with her beautiful pink lips holding them tight. She looks at him moaning sensuously. He pulls his fingers out and she falls gently back on the pillows, then licks her lips smiling mischievously.

«Again.» she whispers.

Drakkar swallows, then runs his finger in the sperm on her stomach and brings it closer to her mouth again. Sibylle bites her lips moaning delightedly, opening widely her hungry mouth. He looks at that lips wrapping his finger which is being lapped from inside her mouth by that warm tongue. She sucks eagerly. Drakkar slips it out and takes a long and deep breath to retrieve his self-control. Sibylle smiles. The man bends over to touch her lips with his.

«Is it good, babe?»

She licks her own lips making a
‘
slurp
‚’
sound.

«Mmmm, it's delicious.»

He takes her face in his hands and kisses her deeply, leaving her breathless. When he moves away they both have dreamy eyes.

«Drakkar?»

«Hmmm?»

«You want me tied up all night?»

He giggles.

«Well, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have you naked and tied, offered to me, ready to be used when I want...»
He gently slaps her on her exposed nude femininity, making her wince hard. But then he starts to free her from the veils, kissing the flushed skin on her thighs, and also freeing her from the handcuffs. He takes the corner of the sheet and wipe his sperm from her face and from all her body. They smile at each other. Sibylle is touched by that little kindness. When he finishes he lies down on her and she clings against him. They hug and remain in that position for an indefinite time, lost in their thoughts, lost in the warmth of the other's body. Sibylle smells the natural and masculine citrus scent of the man and closes her eyes enjoying it. God, how much she loves that smell! And in those strong, muscular, bronze arms she feels safe from the world. What a wonderful feeling. Having that huge body of him on her
—
careful not to crush her
—
gives her an unknown emotion. He is so hard, so warm, so strong, so massive but yet he is also kind. Having him on her it's almost as wonderful as having him inside her. Drakkar is having a similar thought about Sibylle. That delicate body beneath him, so delightfully feminine, so pale, so soft, gives him extraordinary emotions. He feels excited as a teenager. He wants to hold her stronger but he is afraid of hurting her. He is content with smelling her black silky curls. Mmmm, that sweet scent! It's so natural for him to hold her gently in his arms, it's almost as wonderful as hiding inside her.

He moves away to be able to look at her and she smiles docilely at him. Their faces are approaching slowly and soon they join together in one of those divine kisses of theirs, those kisses deep and sensual that taste more like love than sex. After a while they look at each other again.

«Do you have to go?» Sibylle asks apprehensive.

«You want me to go?» asks Drakkar smiling, already knowing the answer.

«No!» she pants, holding strongly her hands on his muscular shoulders.

Drakkar caresses her thighs.

«Then I'll stay.»
«Oh, thank you!» she says excited.
She looks happy and he really likes her spontaneity, her natural way to expose her feeling without the fear of looking
‘
weak
’
. He bends to kiss her lips.
«It's me that must thank you for something: you never asked me to show you my face, you respected my choice. Thanks, I appreciate it.»

«So now, to reward me, will you show me?»

«Nope.»

Drakkar sits up straight and she does the same. They stare into each other's eyes then he moves his eyes on her naked body.

«You don't feel embarrassed anymore, good, you are improving.» Reaches out to caress her breast. «Oww, poor titties, I treated them bad. I've slapped them in the ardor of our passion.»

He bends down to kiss them gently making her close her eyes. And then again they are smiling, hugging, kissing, caressing. Drakkar lays his forehead on hers. Both take a deep breath and kiss again. What's going on that night? It seems they cannot do without the taste of the other. When they finally return to their position Drakkar looks deadly serious.

«Améthyste, I would like to do something with you. I've never done it before, but I've always had this fantasy and I think you're the right person with whom to realize it. No one has ever seen me the way I want to show myself to you, baby. So I want to ask you first: are you willing to take what I want to do?»

She lifts her shoulders.

«I
—
is it... painful?»

He inhales and release the air from the nose, like a bull.

«Is not painful, but it can be shocking.»

She thinks about it for a long time.

«Drakkar, I viscerally trust you, so yes, I want to take what you want to do to me.»

He softens his look and gently caresses her cheeks.

«Oh baby», he whispers tenderly before to stand up. «So your answer is yes?» he asks with a colder inflection.

«Y
—
yes.»

He nods and drops the balaclava on his mouth again, then grabs her by the arm and guides her to the foot of the bed ordering her to sit on the carpet; then he ties her arms to the bed's rails. He squats in front of her and touches her nose with a finger.

«How can I do this to you?» he whispers, almost talking to himself.

He gets up and leaves the room. Sibylle hears him typing something on her laptop in the living room and then silence. A long silence, an unusual silence. She looks around worried and excited at the same time; then she closes her eyes and leans her head back, still feeling pleasantly sore between her legs. She stares at the entry and frowns when a song she knows well begins to resonate throughout the apartment: he connected the laptop with the hi-fi system. A moment later he enters the room and Sibylle raises her eyebrows in astonishment: he is wearing his balaclava, but the rest of the body is naked now, he has just a towel wrapped around his waist. The man is moving sensually, shaking his body and also singing the words with a melodious voice. Sibylle shakes her head in disbelief when he starts to take ridiculous poses, ironically showing his musculature, according to the words of the song. He caresses his massive chest, then begins to dance more passionately. The music goes in crescendo, he turns his back, opens the towel rubbing it on his butt and between the legs. Sibylle wide opens her mouth, holding her breathe seeing him in such a funny way. He turns to look at her, and when it comes the funny part of the song's refrain he throws the towel away, puts his legs apart with his bare feet planted firmly on the ground and moves his hands on the nape beginning to shake his pelvis in circles, waving his soft penis. Sibylle is no longer able to control the laughter and lets out a loud and continuous laugh while his resting member bounces. Sibylle gasps from too much laughing. Drakkar starts jumping towards her swinging the penis in front of her face. Sibylle playfully shows her teeth and moves her head forth as if to bite it; he plays along and jumps back every time she tries to bite him. The cats arrive in the room to observe those humans with an haughty look. What the hell are they doing? Why humans always do strange things? Weird creatures indeed.
Drakkar goes back to the center of the room while continuing to dance. Although he tries to be funny he still is incredibly sensual. He cannot be ridiculous, he is too magnificent and impressive to be ludicrous! Now he dances showing his back to her, showing that great buttocks that seem sculpted in marble, showing that perfect back clawed by some scars, like an ancient warrior. After a few minutes the song ends and he goes to free her. Sibylle hugs him laughing.

«Next time I want you to dance for me, Améthyste.»

He picks her up carrying her to the bed. When they are lying there to relax, Sibylle touches his massive chest.

«You do a lot of physical activity, I see.» observes her curiously.

«More than you can conceive it.»

«Do you play any sports?»

«I do play in a non-agonistic rugby team with my men.»

«Your men?»
«I mean, my colleagues.»
«I see. You're always so vague when you answer questions about your life?»

«No. Sometimes I don't answer at all. Other times I just change the subject.»

«So if I ask you to tell me what do you do for living you wouldn't tell me?»