«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.»
She obeys. Drakkar leads his member on her pink tongue rubbing against it. With his other hand he takes her by the hair and pulls her head a little to the side. He begins to brush it on her neck, on her cheeks and all over her face.
«I want to mark you as mine, I want you to have my smell on your skin, so that you understand to whom you belong. Do you like to be marked as my possession?» he asks.
«Yes, I like it.» answers her vibrant voice.
«Who do you belong to?»
«I belong to you.»
«Do you smell my male scent on you?» he ask hoarsely, continuing to rub his member on her silky skin.
«Yes.»
«You like it?»
«I love it. I love your smell.»
Drakkar dives his member into her mouth unceremoniously and she immediately clings to his hard thighs, closing her eyes and sucking passionately. Oh! It's huge! She cannot even tighten her lips properly! That is the first time she tastes him and she really likes it. She takes it as deep as she can without making disgusting noises or funny faces. She moves elegantly, with her head going back and forth; her eyes closed and her mouth sucking and holding him deeply in her. Drakkar looks at her in astonishment, wondering how she can suck him in such a deep and intense way without moving fast. She goes back and forth deeper now, moving her tongue, her lips and all the muscles of her face. That way of sucking it is new for him. And he loves it! He throws his head back uttering stifled gasps. Sibylle's tongue moves with passion on his rod. She licks it all around, on the frenulum and for its entire length.
“Oh, Drakkar, you taste so good!”, she thinks delighted.
Drakkar looks at her, removing his hand, letting her do as she wants. She is so beautiful. He realizes that she is wonderful because she doesn't do that to please him, she does because she really loves his taste, she likes his smell. He feels she is enjoying his masculine flavor; he feels that she wants him viscerally, she really seems about to swallow it. Those closed emerald eyes, that soft mouth which makes hot noises of pleasure, those hands clenched at his thighs... Drakkar feels a strange emotion, an unknown one. He had sex with many women, and they all look the same in some way, even if each of them had their particularities. But this young woman is different from the others. She is different from them all. How is it possible? What is it that makes her so special? Why does he feel so happy with her? Why he cannot stay away from her? All these unknown feelings scare him. He dispels those strange thoughts and focus only on the pleasure he is experiencing in that moment. He takes her head and tries to get her away from him, but Sibylle raises her eyes to look at him and tightens her lips, moaning in disappointment. He smiles and tries again, but the girl struggles to hold firmly his member in her mouth. She looks at him with puppy eyes pleading and whining, continuing to suck him hard. Drakkar chuckles and tries for the third time, but she remains rigid with her head, staring menacingly into his eyes and now even growling at him. Growling?! Drakkar shakes his head in amusement but when he tries again and she dives her teeth on his masculinity, the man immediately becomes serious and looks grimly at her.
«Don't bite me.» warns his menacing voice.
She continues to look at him, keeping her teeth around his flesh.
«Don't make me angry, you crazy hamster. Let it go.»
She doesn't let him go and he sighs impatiently.
«Fine. Tijuana.»
As soon as she hears the secret word, she lets him go. Drakkar sits back on his heels in front of her, caresses her face and speaks in a gentle whisper.
«Améthyste, I'm flattered that you like my taste but we are in role, and it's not credible that a woman whom is at the mercy of an arrogant burglar sucks him in that way and refuses to move away from him.»
He is sure to hear her apologize but she continues to stare at him with dreamy eyes, and Drakkar is lost in those adoring eyes too.
«Améthyste—», he murmurs on her lips, «don't look at me in this way or I'll lose my control, baby. Do you want to keep playing?»
She licks her lips.
«Yes, please.»
Drakkar nods and stands up, pulling her up too; shoves her through the fridge and strokes her face, her back, her stomach, her breasts. Then bends over to inhale her scent, softly touching her neck with his face.
«Mmmm, you smell good.»
Sibylle feels his hard, warm, velvety and naked member touching her stomach.
«Why don't you do what you must and go away?» she asks in role again.
Her lips quiver and her eyes are filled with tears. He touches her face with his big fingers.
«Because you are a dinner too fine to be gobbled all in one bite, I want to taste you slowly, enjoying your rare flavor. Now lift my balaclava till uncover my mouth.»
Sibylle obeys with trembling hands.
«Good girl. No touch my lips.»
She obeys again, still hesitant. He smiles and she can finally enjoy that wonderful smile of his. That enchanting smile that she loves so much.
«Please, my heart is about to explode...», she begs.
Drakkar puts a hand on her left breast to feels her heart beating fast. Instinctively he tightens her soft boob in his large hand, clawing it until she moans; he releases it, then he holds it again, then he slaps it enjoying to see it bouncing. He stimulates her pink nipple with his thumb looking at her, watching her reaction before slapping it again. Sibylle turns her head to the side and closes her eyes, trying not to show too much pleasure, not to spoil the game. But it is clear that she likes it very much, he can tell by how she moans and how she arches her back offering her breast to his attentions.
«No, please.» she says, with a voice that clearly expresses the opposite thought.
Drakkar claws both breasts with his strong hands, squeezing hard. She looks at him, putting her hands on his wrists. She stares at his dry lips, then his eyes, his lips again, back to his eyes, and his lips one more time...
Even they cannot say when the kiss began. They just found themselves with their lips pressing together in a slow, passionate kiss. Their warm tongues, that natural movement of their heads, the flavor of the other that they l
ove so much: everything is so intimate, so viscerally sensual, so poignant. So perfect.
It's Drakkar to move away first. He looks at her and clenches his jaw; without ceasing to look into her eyes, he slowly bends on his knees in front of her, and when he touches her lace panties with his lips, her breathing stops. The man puts his hands on her silky thighs, then dives his face between her leg and licks the black lace again and again. He does it many times, taking all the time he needs; then he closes his eyes and inhales her smell, moaning in satisfaction. Moves aside her panties and begins to lick her bare skin, while the sensuous music seems to give rhythm to their passion. Drakkar looks between her legs as if he were to bite her; raises his eyes to her and, with a firm movement, tore her panties off, making her wince.
«Spread your legs.» he exhorts.
This time she doesn't obey.
«Please, wait, d—don't do it. M—maybe I can find something valuable at home. T—take it and go away, please.»
He grins, rubbing two fingers on her black silky hairs.
«I already found something priceless. Open your legs, before I get angry.»
But instead she tries to covers her most intimate part with her hands, refusing to expose herself more. Drakkar purses his lips and nods to himself. He gets up and pulls out from his pocket a pair of heavy black metal handcuffs. He dangles them off a finger, looking into her eyes.
«You are about to learn an important lesson: never defy me again. Turn around.»
She doesn't move and he nods.
«Fine, I'll do it myself.»
Drakkar astonishes her when he locks her wrists in the handcuffs behind her back without even turning her around, and also continuing to look into her eyes. How can he be so fast, so precise? The expression of amazement she makes causes him to smile. She tries to react, shaking her arms, so he grabs her neck and gently pushes her against the fridge.
«Are you trying to rebel to me?» he asks incredulously. «Better for you to be a good girl. Is that clear?»
«Y—yes.»
With his gaze he caress all her naked skin enjoying that inviting body, feeling a strange emotion running on his back. Also Sibylle feels something unknown flowing in her, under that lustful gaze. It's clear that she has never felt so desired, so beautiful, so excited!
«You are my possession now.» he says, touching her breasts. «I'll take what I want and you can't do anything to stop me.»
His hands caress in a decisive manner her whole body; then he cups his left hand between her legs.
«Spread your legs.»
She looks at him with eyes shining of pleasure but she doesn't obey this time either. Drakkar slaps her thigh.
«Open your legs!» he orders.
But still she doesn't. He slaps her thigh again and yet she doesn't move. So it follows a third slap, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth...
Sibylle spreads her legs with her skin flushed from his slapping. Drakkar can't resist: she is too beautiful! He bends over to bite her neck and her shoulder, making her pant loudly. Sibylle shudders visibly and her nipples harden instantly. He goes down on his knees again and what happens next is something that Sibylle already knows, something that he has done before, something that makes startle her whole body, and it's when he begins to take her whole intimate part in his mouth, kissing and licking it with passion. He uses his warm tongue, licking devotedly and almost devouring it! Her legs are shaking and her knees bend, offering herself to that sensual assault. Drakkar makes her feel unique, beautiful, adored. Her hands jerk in the handcuffs, her chest moves rhythmically up and down, her mouth gasps, her shoulders shakes, her whole body is absorbing the waves of pleasure that Drakkar's mouth is giving her.
“Who are you, Drakkar? You who worship me as if I were your goddess? You who treat me as if I were your prisoner? How can I resist your divine mouth, your strong hands, your sublime taste? How can I resist this pleasure, how can I oppose this feeling that flows through me like lava? I've never experienced these emotions, how can I manage them? Why are you so wonderful? Why are you so perfect?!”
These and other thoughts are ruffled in her mind clouded with pleasure. Only one thing is clear to her: that man is superb. Everything he does is wonderful. And everything he does to her is amazing. After a long time — when she is about to come — Drakkar gets up and she looks at his lips wet of her female juice. He holds her tight and puts her on his shoulder, spanking her pale butt and heading to the bedroom. Once there he lays her on the bedspread, then frees her from the shackles and — before putting them back in his pocket with another pair — he shows them to her.
«Be a good girl or else I'll cuff you to the bed, okay?»
«Okay.» she murmurs, and to show him her submissiveness she lays her arms open showing off her beautiful breasts with those lovely pink nipples. He lies gently over her sighing hoarsely, being careful not to crush her with his weight. Their reflection in the closet's mirrored doors is a tremendously sensual image: him — dressed all in black, with that dark balaclava — lying over her delicate naked body resembles an ancient warrior enjoying his favorite slave.
«Open better your legs.» he requests.
She obeys and he smiles.
«Good girl.»
He bends over to kiss her neck, making her moan with pleasure. The mouth moves on her shoulder, on her throat, on her chin, on her lips... Then they stare insistently in each other's eyes before kissing with ardor. Both have the same thought: it looks like their mouths have been created to meet. They are perfectly united, their lips and tongues. Drakkar gets more comfortable, then holds her head with both his hands to kiss her deeper.
“What a delicious sweet flavor”, he thinks.
Sibylle holds her hands around his wrists and starts to move her pelvis against him, eager to feel him inside. The man frees his hard member and he too moves against her, against her thighs, anticipating the movements he will be doing inside her soon. Sibylle clings to his muscular shoulders panting hard. The man rubs his member on her soft hairs and then slides into her tight and smooth opening, holding his breath the moment he feels that moist warmth touch him. He penetrates her slowly since she is really tight and needs to get used to his bigness. He kisses her neck many times.
«Mmmm, you are so tight. Relax, my petite leveret, let me slip inside you. Yes, that's it. I won't hurt, baby, I'll treat you well, as you deserve, because you are a lady.» He feels her muscles relaxing and continues to penetrate her gently. «Are you my lady, hmmm? Yes? Oh yes, you are. You are my lady and my little slut as well, aren't you? Yes, you are my little beautiful slut and I love it. Oh yes, baby, take it all, just like that, good girl.»
He is all inside her now moving gently until he feels her flesh becoming softer then his thrusts get more vigorous. In few minute he is pushing in her with force, beating energetically his groin against her delicate body. He supports better himself on his arms on each side of her head grabbing her breasts with both hands and bending down to suck them greedily. Sibylle emits those long stifled cries that he loves so much. Drakkar moves so vehemently that she must cling to his shoulders not to be pushed away from him! Now her head dangles off the edge of the bed and her exposed throat attracts his hand. He can't resist to hold it firmly, but in a safe way, continuing to push hard. He looks avidly at that lovely body that shakes at every thrusts; at that breast bouncing erotically; at that mouth whispering his name. He takes her by the waist and moves her in a more comfortable position: with the head on the pillow. Continuing to move, he takes the two pairs of handcuffs from his pocket and — in a few determinate moves — he traps her wrists to the headboard. Then grabs one of the veils of the canopy bed, a red veil, and rips it. He ties it quickly to her left thigh and folds the other end around the headboard, then he does the same thing with another red veil. Sibylle finds herself bound with her arms above her head and her legs fully spread, tied in a perfect way, with elegant knots. She looks at him and licks her lip voluptuously. Drakkar bends more over her st
arting to push harder, slapping her breasts.
«Yeah, move that beautiful ass of yours, babe! Make me come with that hot pussy!» he groans.
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.
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