Beautiful Agony (A Tale Of Savage Love, Part I) (13 page)

He spread
my lips with his fingers
for
just
a second, then he brought them
slowly back together.  This time, though, he
clipped
my quivering
little
bud
right between
the knuckles of
his index and middle finger
as he did so
.  He kept it scissored there, like that, as he let go of my hai
r and moved around behind me.  When he was in position, he loosened his hold just a little, and then he began to jerk
back and forth
against the aching nub
while I
continued to cry
.

My whole pussy
was so swollen, so sensitive, so ready.  It was damn-ne
ar ab
out to explode.  I was squirming
and writhing on the bed before him when s
uddenly, he let go of me
completely
.  I could feel his
huge
body back there
, towering just
behind m
e.  I could also sense his enormously hard member
thrusting
up aggressively right behind
my
sore, burning
ass cheek
, almost close enough to touch my traumatized skin
.  I thought about that thing going up inside me, invading me, ripping me open.  As bad as I w
anted it, I was still
terrified.
  I hadn’t had sex in nearly ten full months.  He was going to hurt me, bad.

I was trembling
, face crimson, chill-bumps sprinkled liberally across my
exposed nakedness.  My pussy was so wet
I could feel the sticky sweetness sliding
languidly
down
the tops of
my thighs.  I wished abruptly that he was down there now,
tonguing
it
off, licking it up;
swallowing me whole.  He grabbed my hips
unexpectedly
and I screamed.  I didn’t even know why.

“What?” he asked
again
callously.  “
What
?”

Of course, I couldn’t answer.  There was simply nothing to say.

He began
slowly
rubbing his hands up and down
the length of my back then,
and I was surprised by the ferocity he was able to
communicate
through
his touch alone.  His fingers weren’t hard, demanding,
or insistent.  In fact, they were once again almost gentle
.  But they transmitted a raw, primal power – something that radiated out of him and into me, conveying his brutal strength and immeasurable intensity.  Once again, I began to
shiver
.

He
moved his hands down to
my feet, reaching back behind
himself and touching my soles, then heels, then
ankles.  His rough palms bumped up over my toned calves, then he paused and his fingertips stroked the creases at the backs of my knees.  My heart bega
n to double-tap as it pounded
wildly
against
my chest. 
I began to have to struggle to breathe
,
and found myself panting shallowly.

He dragged his hands up my wide-open thighs, tw
isting inwards to touch my hot, wet core
, then outwards to touch my ass.  There, he spread me, and I squirmed under his gaze as he studied my most private of all places
from top to bottom
.

Releasing me, he reached up and gripped my hips, his fingers digging into me
aggressively
.  “Mine,” he said with finality as he clenched his hands around my sharp bones and forcefully shook me.  “Mine.”  He’d hardly moved me at all, just
jostled me slightly where I crouched, propped atop
the pillows.  But it had been like a dog bearing down on a
bloody
bone
, grinding it between its teeth as it warningly
waggled its head and growled.  He was putting his stamp on me, as surely as an animal marking its
still-warm
kill.

He seemed reluctant to let go of my hips, but finally he did, pushing his hands down along my back, his fingers wrapped around my sides as his thumbs splayed up and grazed
across my spine.  At my rib cage, he paused again.  “So tiny,” he said, “so slender.  Why do you stay so thin, so ephemeral?  Are you afraid to simply
be
?”  It was rhetorical; he didn’t wait for an answer.

Moving his palms up further he dove them down and clenched his hands around my breasts.  “So voluptuous, too,” he breathed, “so goddamn fucking ripe.”  Letting go of them slowly, he brought his hands back up, pushing down on me
again
, smoothing my muscles and
flesh as he dug his thumbs
potently
into my shoulder blades.  Pressing, controlling, bumping across my scapulae and then over onto my collarbone.  Here he kept going up, up, running both of his hands
up my arms, paralleling mine.

Now his body was heavy upon me, his cock pressing against my ass as if it wanted to ram itself inside.  I gulped, fel
t my throat bobbing again, as if
I was trying to swallow a
smooth, warm river-stone, worn satiny by eons of time
.  Adam’s right hand closed over mine, held it firmly as I desperately continued to grip the
cold metal
railing. 
His fingers dwarfed mine, his palm hotly enveloping my hand.  I felt so tiny, so petite, so insignificant beneath him.  Moaning, I pressed my ass back up against him before being shocked at my unbidden reaction.  Certainly I w
asn’t
inviting
him to invade me now
?
  I wanted him, for certain, but right this instant, anxiety over the unknown was first and foremost in my mind.

“Mine,” he breathed into my ear as he kept his right hand on m
y wrist
, anchoring me, and moved his left hand back down to m
y throat.  Again, I gulped, feeling
my neck trying
desperately
to move
my
air against his constricting palm.  He was choking me, controlling the very oxygen I breathed.  I felt the tears on my face from a moment ago, felt his hot, hard staff riding my ass, felt his smooth, rigid chest against my back.  I began to shake uncontrollably.

Suddenly, I was
downright
terrified
.  I began to struggle beneath him, pushing forwards, aw
ay from his huge, marauding erection
.  But that just shoved me more forcefully into his hand, driving it up against where he clutched and held me, choking me even more.  I was caught, strung up like a skinned animal, stuck.  I whim
pered and rocked side to side.

“Let me suck
you
,” I
whimpered
a
s the idea quickly
dawned
on me.  If I
could fellate him, holding him inside my mouth
until he came, I
just
might be able to take away some of this hot,
molten rage that I sensed
simmering
right
below the surface of his overly-calm façade.  Then perhaps he wouldn’t
fuck me
so brutally
.  As it was, I imagined that
he’d
undoubtedly
soon
be flaying
me alive.

I pushed up against his back, trying to move him off of me.  I expected him to relent, because truly, what man could deny getting head?  But his hand just tightened on my t
hroat, held me steady.  “Not a goddamn
chance
,” he growled.  “You haven’t
earned
that
, either.”  He stroked my throat until I could literally hear my heartbeat pounding, pounding, the tempo bouncing hollowly along the thin membranes of my inner ears.  My vision was pulsating along with the hot flow, I saw white around the edges.

“
And so,
” he continued languidly, “
I’m going to
go ahead and
fuck
you now.”  He pressed
me
back
against him,
anchoring
me to his torso with that unrelenting fist around my neck.  He held it there, felt me breathing, struggling to draw in air, trying
pitiably to swallow.  I felt his rod
getting even harder and harder against my ass.  How was it possible?

Again, the fear and terror galloped through me, hurtling through every fiber in my body, chewing through blood and bone with the speed of a
blazing
forest fire
; indiscriminately eating life and limb before it as it raged
.  I felt damn-near hysterical then.  Jarringly and without warning, Adam let me go.  He moved back off o
f me so quickly,
I was
abruptly
chi
lled
and shaking
;
yearni
ng for
a warmth
that, remarkably,
had somehow already ingrained itself
within the sinews of my soul.

I started to turn around to look at him, but he barked out, “Head down.”  Meekly, I complied.

He gripped my hips again, saying, “Ruby, you have two dimples, one on each side of your ass.  Right in the center, parallel with your hips as if they were made for me.”  Clenching his fingers into my hipbones so fiercely it hurt, he dug his thumbs down into those little dimples on both sides
right now
, creating two perfect hand-holds with which to control me.  He’d disciplined me, scolded me, commanded me, and now,
he
was
finally about to drive me - riding
me like a beast as I
came
, screaming, while I cried
.

“Wait, wait,” I said desperately, again just a second away from
full-out panic at having a near-total stranger plow
me ruthlessly from behind.

“
No
,” he
replied.  Then he put his swollen, hot
shaft
at the rim of my sopping wet entrance, leaned
forward
slightly, and thrust himself
deep
inside.  He rammed
into
me so hard
,
I lost my grip with both
of my
hands, and my arms
instantly
skidded down between the bars.  It hurt like hell on the right side, taking off some
of my
skin
and leaving a wide swath of red; an angry, bright
abrasion that I knew would turn into a purple bruise by dawn.

“Get back into place,” he barked out as he used his handholds to drag me into position.  As soon as I was able, I once again snagged the bars.  My chest was heaving, legs clenching against him.  I could feel his meaty thighs, long, corded calves, strong feet, all pushed insistently between mine.  I clamped my legs against him for all I was worth, but still, I couldn’t budge him an inch.  He was inside me, opening me, holding me wide.  I couldn’t push away, couldn’t move forward, couldn’t close myself off.  I truly did
belong to him -
at least for this moment, this endless
, dizzying
hitch in time
.

He let go of my right hip long enough to slap me twice on the ass.  “I’m about to ride you until you bleed,” he said, his voice ominously calm, “and you can’t stop me.”  Both of us knew that this was only true to a certain extent.  I
could
tell him to stop.  I could fight him off, tell him to get out of me, tell him to leave me be.  Bu
t then it would be over.  And I could no sooner let that happen than allowing myself to simply shrivel up and die
.
  Still, his words were frightening to say the least.  Even more so considering how
ferociously
I responded inside.

“Spread yourself,” he commanded
brusquely
, “wider than you are.”  Whimpering, I slowly shoved my knees outwards, away from his burning-hot skin.  I was flexible, so he had no idea how far I could go.  But when I opened myself even more, I
immediately
felt his cock growin
g
even
thicker inside of me,
spr
eading my vulva open,
pushing up even
deeper
into my dripping
-wet
hole.

“You know,” he told me
tauntingly
,
“I’m
not even halfway in yet.  Y
ou
sure
are one t
ight, hot, sweet little thing
.  And I’m going to enjoy
forcing
my way up inside of you,
pushing past all your body’s barriers
while you beg and plead
for mercy
.”