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

by DuBois, Dominique D.

  “What, wait- stop…” I started to say, but then I realized he was leaning forward and paying the driver, handing him a wad of bills with the fingers that had just been playing with me intimately. That cash would undoubtedly smell like me long after we had departed.

  Embarrassed, I looked over at the driver as he took the money and thanked Adam for the tip. How much had he seen? How much did he know? He looked at me in the darkness and I saw the glint of his teeth as he smiled. I don’t know if he’d witnessed my utter capitulation or not, and I suddenly realized that I didn’t even care. I’d never see him again, so truthfully, what did it matter?

  Adam helped me out of the cab, slammed the door, and then walked me towards his building. By now, the flakes were falling heavily, coating my hair and eyelashes in a thick layer of wintry-down. At the entrance, a doorman greeted us, “Good evening Mr. Bishop. Ma’am,” he said and tilted his hat. He was wearing white gloves and a black suit and bowtie. I nodded back at him and mumbled something inane.

  “Cat got your tongue?” Adam asked me mockingly. My cheeks flushed a burning crimson, even though I was still enveloped in the icy cloak of night. A second later, we stepped into the lavish vestibule and began to make our way through the cavernous lobby. We’d gotten all the way over to the shiny gold elevator before the warmth from the ensuing heat had finally begun to sink past my paltry clothes and into me. Regardless, the deep chill lingered inside my body as if it had sunk into my viscera. I was cold everywhere except right beneath my panties. That area remained hot and wet and ready. Ready for whatever was to come.

  We rode the elevator up in silence, a bell chiming stridently with every floor. Adam had confirmed my previous supposition by hitting the button for the penthouse. Right now, we still had more than twenty levels left to go. He moved over towards me and in one, quick motion, he grabbed me under my arms and shoved me against the rear wall. In order for him to have lifted me up to where I was face-to-face with him, my heels had to be at least a foot off of the floor.

  My heart was pounding. What was he going to do? He bent forwards as if he was going to kiss me, but then at the last minute, he moved further downwards and dug his teeth into my throat. My scarf was by now completely undone, hanging limply around my neck. Adam went straight for my pulse point, latching on and sucking. I could feel his teeth, his tongue, his lips. I could even feel his scar. That turned me on so hotly, so fiercely, I almost threw up. I’d never been so in need in all my life.

  He pushed into me harder, and through the heavy layers of his jeans and my coat, I suddenly felt his erection again. I tried to reach down for it but he let go of my neck with his teeth long enough to say, “You do not touch me unless I tell you to.”

  I let my arm hang back limply at my side again, dangling there within his grip like a helpless little ragdoll. My head was swimming. I wanted him in me.

  He attacked my throat again, nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh while I moaned. I thought about wrapping my legs around his waist but knew I shouldn’t go against his demands. I was completely and utterly under his control. I couldn’t do anything, say anything, have anything at all – unless he allowed it. He started to grind his body against mine, his hardness mashed painfully against my pubis. The bones there felt tingly and swollen.

  I was once again totally lost in the moment, so when he abruptly set me down half a second before the door opened, I almost collapsed. I hadn’t heard the rest of the dings from each subsequent floor, hadn’t heard anything in fact. But we were here. We were at the top of the building; the penthouse.

  His apartment was apparently the only one up there. The elevator doors pretty much opened right up onto it. He grabbed me and forced my legs to move, pushing me over towards the heavy, inky, shellacked-shiny door. I stumbled along the twenty-five feet or so until we were finally in front of it. Instead of taking out a key, he just pressed his thumb against a small black pad where the keyhole would normally be. Instantly, the door clicked open. The trick was certainly impressive, but it paled in comparison to the inside of his house. It was every bit like the photos, only much, much more elegant. As cold and austere as the colors and furnishings were, you could still tell they had cost a fortune.

  Once inside, the lights automatically clicked on bright. Adam said, “Dim,” and they quickly muted to a more ‘romantic’ level. He took off my coat and tossed it over a chair, then he led me over to his couch. It was black leather, cold to the touch, but soft when you sank into it. He pushed me down onto the center cushion, then he stood before me.

  He took off his own black, leather jacket and threw it on the same chair as mine, then he looked down at me. “Kiss it,” he said. I had absolutely no question in my mind as to what he was referring to. There were so many things – so many issues – so many reservations I currently had. Was I really ready to have sex with someone this forceful and almost frightening? Was I really okay with letting him do so without a condom? But I was taking too long again, so he grabbed me by the back of my neck once more, and shoved my face towards him.

  “Kiss it, Ruby,” he repeated, his voice almost unendurably harsh.

  A tremor ran down my spine as I kissed him, right on the bulging ridge of his monstrous erection. I pressed my lips fervently against the rough surface of his jeans, feeling a stutter in my heart as I simultaneously sized up his incredible length, girth, and hardness. Even beneath his clothes, it felt rigid enough to hammer its way through a block of solid steel.

  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 too 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 become 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 unable 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 had on was 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 tongue 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 tortur
ed my nipples for several long moments while I fussed and fidgeted above him, worrying my bottom lip once again with my teeth. Finally, he leaned back, reached around 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 stopped them was the edge of the cushion. Adam was looking at me from his position by my satin-clad 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 excruciatingly 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. “Patience,” he growled into me. Inside, 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 markedly 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 upon 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 from my desperately clenching wet entrance, all the way up to my fluttering clitoris.

  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 gotten me here, or how powerfully the waves were rocketing through my body even still. Hot, sweet come continued to gush out me, making my clitoris jump and twitch wildly inside his mouth. My stomach was stuttering 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 looked 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 point, 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 moment 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, by God, if it’s the very last thing I ever do.”

  His unmovable vehemence was frightening, yet for probably the first time in my twenty-nine years, I believed in everything that a man was telling me. If there was a way to possibly do it, Adam would find that way.

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  He let go of my throat instantly then, and sank back between my legs.

  I sat there for a moment, just stunned. He was so much taller than me, that even on his knees on the floor before me, we were suddenly
eye to eye. A jarringly-unsettling heartbeat later, he reached down and put his hands on my hot, wet flesh again.

  I felt him spreading me with one hand, wrenching me widely open. Then I felt an unexpectedly sharp pinch. So sharp, I cried out and looked down to see what he was doing. “Eyes on me,” he barked roughly.

  I looked back up, but not before I saw my clitoris grasped tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Dear Christ, how much of this could I take?

  He began pinching me while staring me right in the face, looking into my eyes as if – through them - he could perhaps see right into my soul. But I kept everything hidden because I knew, damn well, that if he saw the true inside of me, he wouldn’t much like it. No, he wouldn’t much like it at all.

  I gasped out again helplessly as he began pinching me in a merciless rhythm, my thighs jumping, feet pressing down against the high, cruel arches of my shoes. It was awful, it was terrible, it was excruciating; it was about to make me come again.

  He pinched harder and faster, and never before had I thought that something so terrifically painful, so unbelievably uncomfortable, could possibly bring me pleasure. But it was bringing me pleasure, alright. More pleasure than I could possibly handle. I began to moan fretfully, panting intermittently like a dog in heat as he almost inhumanly worked me. He pinched and twisted, tweaked and squeezed, until I was nearly out of my mind. I began to bleat, “uh, uh, uh,” as the second orgasm came slamming into me, ricocheting through every single cell of my body and brain. Automatically, I closed my eyes.

  “Look at me!” he raged, and my lids flew back open, my violet irises focusing on his slate-glass eyes. They were so cold and unsettling; an icy expanse of water to which there was absolutely no end. Staring into them, I fell over the edge of the horizon and into his barren depths. He pinched harder, and suddenly I was screaming, mouth open, head slightly back, legs trembling, clit seizing and spasming, come gushing out of my spread pussy as I kept my eyes right on his. He pinched interminably, dragging the orgasm out, making me shudder and tremble and shake like a woman in need of an exorcism.