The Black Onyx Pact (22 page)

Sibylle groans at his words, closes her eyes and sucks vigorously, almost fearing to hurt him. But the panting of the man shows that she is doing the right thing. And she is doing it divinely. She holds better her hands on his hard thighs continuing to suck firmly, as if she really were to swallow it.

«Oh
oui!
» he grunts.

He is pleasantly surprised by the emotions which that amazing mouth is giving him. He moves his crotch against her, contracting the muscles of the thighs and stomach. Sibylle seems to notice because she caresses gently his chest, his belly and his thighs; then raises her eyes to look at him and moves her head faster, sucking with more passion. Drakkar dives his hands through her silky curls holding her head firmly. He stands up kicking the chair, continuing to push furiously his rod in her warm and welcoming mouth. Sibylle desperately holds to his legs with her hands feeling that she cannot withstand his vehemence, and involuntarily her teeth wounds his member.

Drakkar roars in pain and rudely pushes her away causing her to fall violently on the floor on her side.

«Sorry! I'm sorry!» she cries contrite, with a fearful look.

Drakkar snorts and crouches down grabbing her throat; he raises his left hand to slap her softly, but something goes wrong and he doesn't contain his strength so the slap comes out as a reverberating smack that makes Sibylle collapse on the floor.

Drakkar remains petrified for a moment, incredulous of what he did. He immediately pushes aside the hair from her face and she moans in fear moving a trembling hand to her lips, as if she wants to protect herself from another aggression.
«I'm sorry...» she sobs frightened.
He takes her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.
«No, baby, no, don't be afraid of me. Oh my God, what I've done?! Please, forgive me, baby.» he says, assuming an expression of mortification, an expression that shows his feeling of guilt. He seems to even feel pain. He takes her in his arms and hugs her tight.

«I didn't want to hurt you, baby, that's the last think I want, believe me. I'd prefer to be ripped apart by a pack of hungry wolves than hurting you. I didn't hit you with the intention of hurting you, Sibylle, I would never do that, baby, ever! I don't know why I didn't control my strength, but I have no excuses. I'm nothing more than a stupid beast!»

He presses her to his chest, rocking her as she clings to him. He moves her away a bit and she smiles sweetly, touching his heart.

«I'm fine, Romain, don't worry. And anyway I bit you, you have all the rights to
—
»

«No, don't even try to say it! You bit me, it can happen, it is normal, this doesn't give me the right to beat you! No one should have the right to hurt you. Okay?»

He kisses her head, laying a hand on her cheek keeping staring at her to be sure that she is really ok. She smiles again, to reassure him. He hugs her again, more tightly and she hides her face in the crook of his neck, then lifts his balaclava a little to kiss his warm skin. He closes his eyes, relaxing visibly. Sibylle feels him squeezing her hard and she understands that the man needs to feel forgiven. After a few minutes she tries to get away from him, but Drakkar doesn't loosen his grip.

«Er, Drakkar?»

«Yes?»

«I love your hugs, I love the way you hold me tight, but if you let me go you won't regret it. Let my mouth make amends for the bite.»

She smells his neck and realizes that he sweated a lot and didn't have the time to take a shower, but that's a good thing because she loves that smell, is good, very good. It's a masculine scent, a pleasant smell, the smell of a man.

Drakkar squeezes her harder, then lets her go. He lies back on the floor, opening his arms and closing his eyes in complete offer to her. Sibylle sits astride his hard thigh and unbuttons his pants, freeing his silky and warm masculinity. She admires it, she smells it, she tastes it. Then she takes it in her mouth and begins to suck it with regard, to lick it gently, making him wince.

Drakkar enjoys the attentions, relaxing the body and clearing the mind, in order to be more focused on the pleasure he receives. There is not room for other thoughts when that lovely mouth sucks him greedily.

«God, you suck so divinely, Sibylle! Yeah, baby, that's it, take it all. Oh, what a magnificent mouth! You are wonderful, baby!»

She seems to appreciate those words because she moans and sucks harder until she feels her cheeks hurting.

«Mmmm, you like to suck, hmmm?»

«No», she says, «I like to suck you, Drakkar.»

She moves her head faster between his thighs, but he surprises her when he grabs her hair pulling her up to him, until they are facing each other. Sibylle stares at those incredible green
–
amber eyes.

«Sorry», she gasps, «d
—
did I hurt you with my teeth again?»

«No, no, Sibylle», he whispers, «I just wanted to look at you and tell you how beautiful you are. What you said... touched me, thanks.» he confesses, referring to the fact that she said she likes to suck him, not to suck in general.

He kisses her gently. His hard tongue, his dry lips, the movement of his jaws... everything is so manly about him. And that kiss has his wonderful taste. When they stop they look at each other and smile. She goes back to worship him between his legs. He closes his eyes, relaxing deeply. After a few minutes, Sibylle hears the man breathing in a deep and slow way. She sits up straight looking at him, opening her mouth in astonishment when she realizes that he has fallen asleep. She looks around, not knowing what to do. He cannot stay on that cold floor until morning, maybe she better go get a blanket or something. But fortunately, after a few minutes, he wakes up with a start.

«I fell asleep, didn't I?» he groans.

She nods and he covers his eyes with his hand.

«Damn, I totally ruined this rendezvous.»

«Drakkar, we're not animals in heat, we don't have to have sex at all costs, it's not mandatory. Go home, you need to sleep. We'll meet another time.»

He sits up.

«Absolutely not. I won't let you go, baby, sorry. We suspend it, okay? Let's say till, uhm, tomorrow morning.»
She lifts her shoulder.

«You want to sleep with me? Without having sex? I mean, just sleep?» she asks in amazement.

He nods with a big smile and in a rush she hugs him tight. He hugs her back, then gets up carrying her upstairs. The bedroom is cozy and delightfully scented. The man lays her on the bed, on those silky sheets that smell like fresh laundry, and caresses her hair and her face. She sits up and he sits next to her helping her to unbutton her dress. When she is naked he squeezes her breast and touches her neck, her stomach and her thighs.

«Dear God
—
Be thankful that I'm exhausted, baby, because today I would have devoured you!»

She laughs slipping under the sheets. He undresses but keeps the balaclava on, as always; then he slips under the sheets too, next to her hugging her strongly. She is so delicate, so fragile, while he is so hard, so strong. They are perfect, complete, beautiful.

«Sibylle?»

«Yes?»

«I know you just joined the Club, but I wanted to take you to an even of a higher level.»

She feels her heart pounding.

«Oh.» she just says, not sure what he means.

«There will be an auction», he begins to explain, «is one of the many events of the Club. There are auctions of various levels, this one in particular is reserved for the members of the Ruby. Every week some of the members are chosen among those who subscribed to be auctioned. Those who buy have the total ownership of them throughout the night. All this takes place in a villa, a wonderful place called the Palace, where there are dozens of rooms available to every member, for many events.»

Sibylle moves away from him.

«Y
—
you want to put me up for auction and then buy me?»

He smiles brightly.

«No, baby, I want to put myself up for auction and I want you to buy me.»

She widens her eyes and Drakkar chuckles to see her so amazed.

«B
—
but I don't even know what to do!»

«All you have to do is buy me and enjoy your goods. You can do whatever you want with me, you can use me as you wish, just for your pleasure. I'll be your obedient slave.»

Sibylle shivers. What an intriguing situation!
«It would be wonderful to have you on leash, for once. So imposing and menacing and yet obedient at my feet.»

She makes a noise of appreciation in her throat and he laughs.

«And for me it would be intriguing to see my kitty showing her claws.»

«But how will I buy you? I know that in the Club is forbidden the circulations of money.»

«The black velvet bag that was given to you after our first rendezvous: the crystals inside are a currency within the Club, they are used to purchase.»

«Oh, that's their use! For how many crystals will you be put up for auction?»

Drakkar's shoulders heave as he laughs silently.

«The starting price is eighty crystals.»

The happy face of Sibylle vanishes, making him laugh even harder.

«Why are you laughing? I cannot buy at that price! I only have three crystals!»

«Don't worry, baby, there is a trick: Saphir will give you the crystals you need to buy me.»

«Whoa, this is a dirty game, I don't like it!»

«Yeah, whatever. I will be for sale in that auction.»

They smile. Sibylle cuddles up against him rubbing her cheek on his shoulder.

«You and Saphir are really good friends. How did you meet her?»

Drakkar becomes gloomy and remains silent for a while before telling her:

«We met about seven years ago. One morning, at dawn, I was riding my motorbike along a country road and just after a turn there was a terrible car accident. For some reason the only car involved
—
perhaps because of the icy road
—
lost control ending up against a tree. I stopped to help the couple inside. The man at the wheel of the car was already dead so I provided assistance to the unconscious woman in the passenger seat: Saphir. The man was her husband. I took care of her until the ambulance I called arrived and then I went to visit her regularly at the hospital, the following weeks. She was alone and very depressed over the loss of her husband, a wonderful and irreplaceable man, according to what she continued to repeat. Our friendship has grown stronger. I have never seen Saphir in a sexual way, I've always considered her as a big sister. And she feels the same about me.»

«But you must have talked about sex since you decided to found the Club.»

«We did, yes. Our friendship has become so intimate that I began to tell her of my sexual adventures, down to the smallest details. She has this gift, she can listen with neutrality and never makes you feel under judgment, whatever you tell her. Our talks have become very intense and one day we found ourselves fantasizing about how it would be nice to meet like
–
minded people with whom to enjoy the same sexual fantasies. We wondered how many people had fantasies to realize. And so I have created in my mind the world of the Club D. I've thought about it, but it was thanks to Saphir's money and the third founder that we made it possible.»

«Who is the third founder?»

«He is a dear friend of mine. He is the oldest and also the most discreet. He is a very intelligent and wise man, he always knows what to say and what to do in every circumstance. I want you to meet him one day.»

«Thanks.»

They stay silent for a long time, almost falling asleep.

«I wanted this evening to be special, baby, I'm sorry.» he says.

Sibylle clings better against him, brushing her face on his chest.

«You made it special, Romain, believe me.»
He looks dubious.
«How?»
She sighs and caresses his warm naked skin.
«You allowed me to sleep near you and let me enjoy the warmth of your body. Your arms that hold me, you deep breathing on me, the smell of your skin, this is special to me, Romain.» whispers her kindly.
Drakkar clenches his jaw holding her tight while growling like a beast.
«Oh baby, you are so sweet I feel my bones melting!» cracks his voice.

He kisses her hair realizing that probably it has been years since she slept next to a man who just hugged her. At that thought he holds her tighter.

If she were his woman he would hold her like that every night.

The next morning Sibylle opens her eyes realizing she is still hugged to Drakkar. What a fantastic feeling!

She looks up at him and finds him still asleep. Gets up, wears a satin robe and goes to the bathroom. After peeing she washes her hands and looks closely in the mirror, making a sound of disappointment with her mouth when she notices the small bruise on her right cheek. Rummages in her purse and takes a foundation cream, starting to cover carefully the bruise.