Beautiful Agony (A Tale Of Savage Love, Part I) by Dominique D. DuBois
Authors: Dominique D. DuBois
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he was, how large, how ev en through the thick heft of stiff fabric, I could feel his enormous, throbbing organ , I almost started to cry. Not from sadness, not from joy, but from relief .
This was what I wanted. This was what I needed. This was going to somehow, some way, save me from myself. I wanted him to hurt me with that beast. I wanted him to take it out of his jeans, force it into me , and then pound me with it , until all my inner fears, pain, and demo ns, were utterly crushed into oblivion .
I heedlessly thrust my hips towards his hand , begging for succor. In response, he rammed his finger more deeply into me , flicking his thumb against my clit oris so fast I almost screamed. I was abruptly no more than two seconds away from an earth-shattering orgasm. But instead of continuing on to quickly pluck the shattering climax right out of me, he simply let me go. He released my hair, and pulled his hand out from between my leg s, knocking my hold off his erection in the process.
“What, wait- stop…” I started to say, but then I realized he was leaning f orward and paying the driver, h anding him a wad of bills with the fingers that had just been p laying with me intimately. That cash would undoubte dly smell like me long after w e 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 a nd 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, w e 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 e verywhere 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 hit ting the button for the penthouse. Right now, w e 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 downwar ds and dug his teeth i nto my throat. My scarf was by now co mpletely 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 t hrough 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
This was what I wanted. This was what I needed. This was going to somehow, some way, save me from myself. I wanted him to hurt me with that beast. I wanted him to take it out of his jeans, force it into me , and then pound me with it , until all my inner fears, pain, and demo ns, were utterly crushed into oblivion .
I heedlessly thrust my hips towards his hand , begging for succor. In response, he rammed his finger more deeply into me , flicking his thumb against my clit oris so fast I almost screamed. I was abruptly no more than two seconds away from an earth-shattering orgasm. But instead of continuing on to quickly pluck the shattering climax right out of me, he simply let me go. He released my hair, and pulled his hand out from between my leg s, knocking my hold off his erection in the process.
“What, wait- stop…” I started to say, but then I realized he was leaning f orward and paying the driver, h anding him a wad of bills with the fingers that had just been p laying with me intimately. That cash would undoubte dly smell like me long after w e 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 a nd 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, w e 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 e verywhere 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 hit ting the button for the penthouse. Right now, w e 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 downwar ds and dug his teeth i nto my throat. My scarf was by now co mpletely 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 t hrough 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
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