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

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 beco me 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 u nable 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 h ad on w as 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 tongu e 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 tortured my nipples for several long moments while I fussed and fidgeted above him, worrying my bottom lip once again with my teeth.  Finally, h e leaned back , reached aro und 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 stoppe d them was the edge of the cushion .  Adam was looking at me from his position by my satin-cl ad 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 excr uciatingly 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,