The Black Onyx Pact (10 page)

When she arrives to him, he loosens his arms and moves the index, mutely asking her to come closer. She moves toward him and stares at the black visor, in which the only thing she can see is her own reflection. His hand touches gently her cheek then slides on her neck, on her shoulders, on her chest, stopping on the breast. He strokes it for a long time, looking at her face; then he gently claws it firmly, making her moan. Without moving away her eyes from his face, she takes off her panties. He draws her to him by the arm, grabs her by the hips sitting her on the bike facing him. The man stops to take off his biker gloves and his black jacket, staying with a tight dark T-shirt which highlights his powerful body. He lifts her pink dress and begins to caress her intimate silky hairs. She is so incredibly velvety down there! He is deeply enjoying it and Sibylle can almost see his voluptuous look under the black helmet. The woman admires his muscular arms, so hard and so strong. She closes her eyes feeling the deep desire of being taken by him! Drakkar starts playing with her intimate part, caressing it, penetrating with one finger, then two, watching her squirm and gasp loudly. He flairs his nostril like a wild bull ready to gore, while he tries to refrain from assaulting her like an animal. With her he feels like a teenager again, unable to control his bestial instincts. On one hand this bothers him, but on the other hand it excites him a lot! He must have her. Immediately. He unbuttons his pants and frees his hard member penetrating her slowly, since she is too tight to be taken violently. She holds her breathe, trying to relax to let him insinuate inside her warm body. Drakkar grabs her firmly by her thighs and begins to push her on his potent masculinity. In few minutes he is pushing hard in her while she moans and begs him to push even harder. He looks up to the sky, trying to control the vital energy that moves his body now. He enjoys the warmth of her delicate body, loving every second in her. His strong arms draws her to him in a regular rhythm, filling the air with the sound of her pink skin banging hard against his testicles. He grabs the dress and lowers it roughly, revealing her delicate breast, then slaps it to the side many times, growling like a beast. His other hand caresses strongly her neck, her face, her hair; then he grabs her by the throat and squeezes just enough to make her moan. With two fingers touches the clitoris, increasing the pleasure for both. Sibylle touches gently the hand holding her throat, caresses his arm and then holds his big wrist with both her hands
—
whit her fingers barely touching
—
and begins to suck his thumb. Soon she feels the orgasm approaching, so she moves her body faster against him, sucking harder his finger.

«Drakkar! Oh y
—
yes, yes, yes! I'm coming!»

The man pushes deeper and few moments later Sibylle is writhing in the pleasure of the orgasm, screaming gutturally. Drakkar growls loudly in her helmet, moving her against him with such force that he almost fears of hurting her. The man comes discreetly, with his usual raucous noises that Sibylle loves so much. He gets out of her and wet her with his warm jet on her smooth stomach. They both stand still now, panting, looking
—
supposedly
—
in each other's eyes.

~

Late that night, Sibylle is still up painting. On the canvas begins to come alive the image of a woman in
1920
's style, with a crystal bottle in one hand and a peacock on her right shoulder, which in the plumed tail there are many small colored spirals. She puts down her brushes and goes to lie down on the bed, but just after she closes her eyes the phone rings.

«Yes?» she responds with a hoarse sleepy voice.

«Good evening, it's Saphir. Forgive me for the time,
madame
Améthyste, I'm calling to tell you about the details of a rendezvous, if you're interested.»

«Hmmm, no thanks, I do not think I'm
—
»

«With Drakkar.»

She sits up straight, suddenly totally awake.

«Oh!»

«Yes, I was even more surprised, believe me. So, are you interested?»

«Yep. Please, tell me more.»

«Very well. So, from your personal folder it results that you have an erotic fantasy about a burglar who sneaks into your house at night, is that so?»

«Yes, that is correct.» she confirms, a little ashamed.
«Good», continues Saphir in a very professional manner, «Drakkar will be that burglar. He will arrive at night. You will be informed on the day but not on the precise time, just to make it more realistic.»

«How will he get in? Do I have to let the keys somewhere?»

Saphir laughs softly.

«Don't worry, he knows what to do. He wants you to know that it will be a role-playing rendezvous so he wants you in role,
madame
Améthyste. Since you may need to get out of role there will be a secret word. If you want to talk to Drakkar instead of the
‘
burglar
’
you should simply say: Tijuana. It is similar to a
safeword
, but
—
while that serves to stop the game when it becomes too difficult to sustain right for one's own safety
—
a secret word can be used just to make a comment not related to the
‘
character
’
or to emphasize or clarify something. It's useful for when you need to enter and exit the role in an elastic way. I think that's all for now. One last thing,
madame
Améthyste: what did you do to that man?»

Sibylle chuckles, but doesn't answer, not knowing what to say. The real question is: what
he
did to her?...

“A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.”
 

—
Lao Tzu

~

The night of the rendezvous arrives. Sibylle was told that the
‘
burglar
’
would arrive between
11
pm and
1
am. In the past hours she enjoyed a long hot bath enriched with refined oils; the she massaged her body with a delicate flowers essence and after that she put on few drops of violet perfume. She puts a glossy lotion on her beautiful wavy hair which now look incredibly smooth and silky; she wore a little make-up, a silver chain around her waist and a pearly pink nail polish. She is now putting on a pair of black stockings; two red garters with little bows; a pair of black lace panties; a red tulle babydoll and red high heeled shoes with silver heels. The lights are dimmed, the glass doors of the balcony are open and a sensual background music fills the air.
Everything is ready and the atmosphere is relaxed and intimate. The cats are sleeping in the terrace and Verdâtre the caterpillar turned chrysalis few days before.
Sibylle starts to dance sinuously in front of the mirror in her bedroom. It's a big room, the largest of all the penthouse. There is a huge canopy bed in the center made of wrought iron, and adorned with colorful veils; there are also eleven pillows scattered on the bed and on the floor, and there is a big white round carpet which takes a good part of the room. There is a walk-in closet with sliding mirrors doors and there are two elegant sofas. On the walls there is an amazing
trompe l'oeil
of a beautiful forest, and on the ceiling there is another one which depicts the shiny surface of the sea, as seen from underwater. And then there are those wonderful glass doors from where one can see the lights of the city.

Sibylle stops dancing and goes to the kitchen to get a snack. Passing near the front door she sees that it's still locked from the inside as she left it. She still doesn't see how he can enter the apartment. When in the kitchen she opens the silver fridge and stares inside: there is nothing appetizing. After closing it she stiffens seeing a shadow behind her on the reflection of the metal. She slowly turns around and her mouth opens in shock: at the terrace's door there is Drakkar. He is standing with his legs slightly apart, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes steady on her. He is dressed with combat boots, blacks army pants, a dark T-shirt and a black balaclava that reveals only his piercing eyes. How did he get up there? She lives at the
5th
floor!

Sibylle flattens her back against the fridge while her chest moves dramatically. She glances at the bedroom to the left but, before she can move, his deep voice immobilizes her:

«Don't move.» he articulates slowly.

She looks at him and swallows when he begins to approach. He arrives in front of her and places his hands on the side of her face, bending over to get a better look. She stares at him ecstatically. Those eyes... So beautiful, so piercing...

«P
—
please, don't hurt me...», she sobs, in her role.

He growls.

«I haven't touched you yet and you already whine!» He makes a sound of impatience with his mouth. «Do you have something valuable at home?»

She gaze at him for a long time but doesn't answer, so he grabs her chin and snarls.
«Answer me!»
She winces and closes her eyes, while her shoulders jump at the sound of his firm voice.

«I
—
I have nothing! I have no j
—
jewels, no money, I
—
I don't have anything valuable, I'm s
—
sorry...», she stutters.

He leaves her chin and backs upright, folding his arms.

«I hate it when I don't get what I want, it disappoints me! And I can become very, very brutal when I'm disappointed.»

Sibylle turns her face to the side to not see that penetrating look.

«I
—
I'm sorry, but I really don't have anything interesting.» she whispers.

Drakkar slips his fingers under the straps of her babydoll.

«Hmm, maybe you have something.»

Sibylle wriggles and he pushes her against the fridge, holding her neck with one hand.

«Try to react again and I'll kill you, do you hear me?! I'll take what I want and you'll let me do it, if you want to live. Do you understand?»

She nods, with her eyes shining with excitement, but they really seem shining with fear.

«Y
—yes, sorry.
I'll be good but, please, don't hurt me.»

He grins from under the balaclava.

«Look at me: I am big, angry and bad, do you really think I won't hurt you?!» He moves her face to the right and to the left, watching her closely. «But if you'll be good I won't be too rough.» With his other hand grabs her hair and pulls her head back, towering menacingly over her. «Now I will tear off your clothes and you must not articulate a syllable. Got it?»

She closes her eyes and a tear slips on her right cheek.

«Y
—
yes.»

The man's hands rips her babydoll off, and she holds her breath. The man looks her bare breasts, her lovely lace panties, her sensual black stockings, her red garters, her elegant high heeled shoes...

«Mmmm, were you expecting someone?»

«N
—
no.»

«Well, I take this as a gift for me, then. And I love to unwrapped my gifts.»

They look into each other's eyes and for a second they both crack a smile; then they return immediately serious, in their role. He takes her by the arms and turns her around pressing her face to the fridge; then caresses her bare back, her firm butt, her silky thighs. He spanks her hard making her moan. She turns to look at him and he presses her face against the smooth surface again.

«Don't you dare to turn around without my order!»

She gasps. A gasp of pleasure which seems of fear. Drakkar continues to caress that delicious body, looking at her with interest. She is incredibly beautiful. He draws her against his chest putting his hand on her throat and the other on her stomach. He holds her tight making her feel his erection.
«Do you feel it, hmmm?» he asks in a whisper. «Now listen carefully: when I'll lay my cock on your lips I want you to take it deep in your mouth, as if you were to swallow it. I want you to suck it hard, until I tell you to stop.» He touches her between her legs. «And after that I'll fill this tender and warm pussy and you'll take me as deep as you can. I'll bang you brutally, princess, and you better be good, is that clear?»

She pants feeling unable to speak. Drakkar pulls roughly her hair.

«Is that clear?!»

«Y
—
yes!»

He turns her in front of him.

«On your knees.» he orders.

Maintaining eye contact with him she goes on her knees as he unbuttons his pants. He grabs his hard member and frees it. Sibylle looks at it licking her lips. Drakkar makes a noise of appreciation in his throat.

«Mmmm, you look forward to suck it. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out, I'm going to fill you as you deserve.»