Beautiful Agony (A Tale Of Savage Love, Part I) (10 page)

After a few, silent seconds
I moved back, my bright
lipstick leaving a smeared
red
print against his
black
pants.  He looked down at it and smiled, grinning like a wolfish rogue.  “
Take off your dress
,” he told me
.  Trembling a bit beneath his heavy gaze, I tried not to balk at the ice-cold color of his eyes while I tried in vain to meet his stare.  Finally, it was t
oo much, and I let my eyes sidle
uneasily away.

My dress
was stretchy and part Spandex, and it could be put on or taken off either over the head or the legs.  Right now
, I
took advantage of the deep, scoop neck and simply pulled my arms free from the sleeves, cringing
as the fabric fell down around my waist
in a soft little puff of a pile
. 
My
unfettered breasts were
abruptly hanging free, pertly full, nipples so engorged
that
they were
damn-near
painful.

My breasts were steeply sloped, lushly rounded, and had big, fat nipples with large, dusky-pink areolas.  When I was sexually turned on, the peaks got so full, they were nearly as big as pencil erasers.  It was something I was always
self-conscious about, and
their
size seemed to make them doubly
-sensitive.  That was
both a blessing and a curse
, meaning that a guy didn’t have to do much to turn me
on by touching them,
but also
causing them to
beco
me
easily
over-stimulated.

I sat there for a moment, my dress puddled around me, befuddled about how I should continue.  But then Adam
barked
, “I said
strip
.”  Still u
nable to meet his intolerable gaze, I pushed against my heels,
hefting
my hips off the couch while supporting my neck against the cushion.  Wiggling a little, I slid my dress off the rest of the way.  It landed around my feet and Adam bent down, lifted my legs, and snatched it away from me.  Now all I h
ad on w
as my panties
and my shoes.

Adam knelt on the ground almost immediately and forced himself between my knees.  Leaning towards me, he pushed his face against my chest and kissed my sharp sternum.  I felt his smooth chin and cheeks against me, with just the faintest hint of a
scratchy shadow.  My breaths began to come shallow and raspy as he slowly trailed his hard, hot lips over to the left side.  Taking that nipple into his mouth, he sucked it gently.  Rolling it around with his tongu
e until it was firm
and full, he then bit down on it hard enough to make me cry out.  He smiled against my skin, and when he did so, I could actually feel the edges of his scar.  A fire began to rage right through me.  I wanted to grip his head and shove it into me, but I could only sit there and whimper like a child.

He licked and sucked that nipple until I was on pins and needles, the swollen skin there so sensitive it was excruciating.  Then, he moved to the other side.  He tortured my nipples for several long moments while I fussed and fidgeted above him, worrying my bottom lip once again with my teeth.  Finally, h
e
leaned back
, reached aro
und behind me and grabbed my rear,
then
he
jerked me
so far forwards
I was in danger of falling off the couch.  When I was
situated
where he wanted me, he said, “Lean back.”

I did, and he put his hands on my thighs and pushed, sliding them open as wide as they would go.  I was pretty limber, so the only thing that stoppe
d them was the edge of the cushion
.  Adam was looking at me from his position by my satin-cl
ad crotch
, and I
still
couldn’t meet his
eyes
.  “Ruby, look at me,” he said. 
Foolishly
, I shook my head ‘no’.

Suddenly, he slapped my pussy, hard.  I jumped and gasped, and would’ve clamped my legs
tightly
closed against
him, but lightning-fast
he moved to pin them back
to
the couch.  I felt my entire being
literally quaking
in expectant terror
.

“Look.  At.  Me.”  His voice was cold, authoritative, undeniable.  I slowly focused on his face.  His eyes pierced me to the core then, right down into the center of my soul.  Unable to help myself, my entire body shuddered.  He smiled cruelly.  “Watch me while I eat you,” he said, “and do not move one inch.  If I hurt you, if I
pleasure you, if I make you come
all over my face:  DO NOT MOVE. 
DO NOT LOOK AWAY. 
If you do, I am going to spank your ass until you cry.  Do you understand me?”

I was stunned. 
I nodded, thinking in
horrified amazement,
‘This is what I wanted all along? 
This
?
’
  It was hardly fathomable, but then again, considering how
excr
uciatingly bad I wanted him inside me this very moment
, he must be doing something right.  Well, right for
me
, anyway.

Then he bent his face down towards my spread pubis, still clad in the black satin panties.  They were string bikinis, the wedge of fabric over my crotch excessively small.  Right now, it was soaking wet.  He put his mouth to the juncture of me, right in the middle.  My eyes focused on his scar.  I saw now that it started at his hairline, jagged through his eyebrow (which was impossible to see unless up close because the other hairs there covered it), and
then
hit his cheek, before dragging all the way down to
carve straight through
his
upper
lip.  Who or what had done this to him and why?

But at that moment, he opened his mouth and planted it on me, blew his hot breath against the sodden fabric, and I moaned. 
All other thoughts simply scattered. 
His lips were hard, fierce, demanding.  His tongue reached out and slowly stroked
across the satin.  I began to squirm.  His hands were still on my thighs and now they tightened on me, his fingers digging into the corded tendons there.  “Pat
ience,” he growled into me.  I
nside
, I trembled
.

He began biting me then, gouging his teeth into the panties so hard it was almost
too
painful.  He would open his mouth wide, dig it into me, and
then drag it closed; as if he
actually
were
eating
me for real.

His upper teeth kept scraping my clit each time he brought his teeth together, and I could feel it jumping and spasming in agony beneath the sharp, grating force.  Where was one iota of the tenderness from the cab?  It was completely gone now.

Again, my hands clamped into impotent fists at my sides.  I was leaning back at an angle, my upper shoulders and neck cradled by the leather cushions, my ass pushed out to the furthest edge of the seat.  Nothing was there to support my mid-section, and the muscles I was
required
to use in order to
keep myself positioned the way he wanted me, were
already
starting to feel
markedl
y
strained.

Just then, I remembered all
my
scars, all my self-inflicted damage.  Glancing away from his head for just one second, I focused in the gloom
up
on my thigh, breathing a heavy
sigh of relief when I realized
that in this light, you could not see them.  Of course he wasn’t much looking at anything else but my
panties
right now, anyway; looking at them
, and
gouging his teeth right into the center
.

I was moaning
loud, desperate for some sort of
skin-to-skin
contact
,
the fabric between his lips and my
flesh
practically driving me mad.  And then he did it.  He pulled the crotch of the panties to the side, exposed my entire wet, grasping slit, and then he licked me fr
om my desperately clenching wet entrance
, all the way up to my fluttering clit
oris
.

Once there, he began to suck gently on me, alternating that between biting me carefully every few seconds or so.  Each time I felt his teeth, I gasped out loud into the
vast and spacious
room.  Finally, he’d had enough of playing.  He backed up and forced my legs together long enough to slide my panties off, then he threw them on the floor next to my dress. 
Looking up at me to make sure I was being a good girl and still watching him, he bent down and began to lick me again.

I felt my hips desperately pumping,
totally
beyond my control.  My clit was spasming and throbbing
wildly
against his rough tongue.  His fingers were now on my
bare, slick lips, prying them wide
open.  He was eating me as if I was the last piece of gourmet steak on earth.  I don’t think I’d ever been consumed so wholly before in my entire life.  I felt like he was intent on taking part of me inside of himself, so deliberate he seemed to
be to
ingest every lost drop of my wetness.

He kept laving his tongue across my quivering bud, making me moan and writhe beneath him.  And then, feeling my thighs tensing and my
entire sex
pulsing, he gripped my clit with his teeth and began to suck.  He sucked so hard I screamed.

I screamed, and I came.
  I came uncontrollably as I stared down at where his scarred lips were planted right into the most secret, sacred part of me.

I came like a crazy-
woman, all the while wondering
how
in the hell
some stranger was
able to make me
have an orgasm so
unbelievably easy
.  I couldn’t
fathom
how fast he had got
ten
me here, or how powerful
ly
the waves were
rocketing through my body
even still
.  Hot, sweet come continued to gush out me
, making my clit
oris
jump and twitch wildly in
side his mouth.  My
stomach
was
stutter
ing frenziedly, and the heels of my expensive shoes were drumming softly on the lush
, white
carpet.

My
legs were
trembling frenziedly
now, from my toes all the way up to my crotch.  And still, he kept on eating me.  My clit was jerking, hot, swollen, and he would not let it go.  He just loo
ked up at me while he sucked and stabbed his tongue against
it, forcing me to meet his
cold, cruel
eyes
the entire time.

He licked me on and on, until I couldn’t take it anymore.  At that poin
t, my clit was so sensitive, in so much agony;
I thought I was going to die.  I took my hands off the couch then, and placed them on his head, pushing so forcefully, I
actually
managed to knock him
loose for the very first time
.

At that, he lunged up,
grabbed me around the throat, and pinned me to the couch as he now half-stood, half-leaned over top of me.

“I can stop right now,” he warned.  “All you have to do is say the word.  Tell me you’re done, and you can get out, and you’ll never hear from me again.  But if you want to continue this, if you want to see whether or not I can drive those fucking demons out of your soul, don’t you
ever
do anything like that to me again.”

“But, but,” I whispered, my throat bobbing against his palm.  I felt the awesome strength inherent there, the sudden and irrefutable knowledge that, had he wanted to, he could’ve crushed my windpipe as easily as wringing the slender neck of a swan.

“But what?” he
murmured, his voice an erotic caress
.
  The abrupt and startling change from anger to tenderness was dizzying.  It caused all my walls to suddenly cave.

“But how do I know?” I sobbed out
brokenly.

He paused just a mome
nt before answering, his thumb
now stroking
against the side of
my throat. 
“Because, if you’re willing to go down this arduous and grueling road with me, I
swear
I’
ll stamp that self-hatred right
out of you.  I’ll
manage
it, b
y God, if it’s the very last thing I
ever
do
.”