Beautiful Agony (A Tale Of Savage Love, Part I) by Dominique D. DuBois Page A

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 h e 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 fac t.  But we were here.  We were at the top of the building; the penthouse.
    His apartment was apparently the only one up t here .  The elevator doors pretty much opened right up onto it.  He grabbed me and forced my legs to move, pushing me o ver towards the heavy, inky, shellacked-shiny door.  I stumbled along the twenty-five feet or so until we were finally in front of it.  I nstead 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 , ” an d they quickly muted to a more ‘ roma ntic’ 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 un endurabl y 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 t oo 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