It's midnight.
Sibylle has already eaten and now she is resting her arm on the table and her head on the arm, wondering why Drakkar hasn't arrived yet. She is about to cry. But why she should cry for something like this? That man is just an occasional lover. She doesn't know anything about him, she doesn't even know his face! She gets up, turns on the TV to have company while washing her plate and her glass. In the background the news reports a delicate operation performed by the special forces of the DAFT, which took place a few hours before. The journalist is commenting boldly what had happened, while the images show the men of the special forces with their covered faces taking away some handcuffed criminals.
Sibylle listens closely and sighs glad that no one got hurt.
“Drakkar, where are you?”, she thinks, while on TV the chief of the operation makes a short summary on how they organized and entered in action for the intervention.
1:30 am.
Drakkar enters the house. He is dressed in black army pants, dark tight T-shirt and his usual balaclava that reveals his eyes and mouth. He stops to look at Sibylle: she sleeping sitting on a chair but with her upper body bent on the table. He shakes his head in disbelief, goes to her and strokes her head then takes her gently in his arms wanting to carry her upstairs into the bedroom, but Sibylle wakes up. The woman smiles at him and he is touched by her sweetne— He dodges a violent slap and lets her go instantly. She takes a glass and throws it to him. Drakkar instinctively dodges that too.
«I've been waiting for you all night!» yells Sibylle angrily.
The man dodges another glass that shatters against the wall behind him. He looks at her without reacting, letting her express her frustration. The young woman takes the vase with the flowers and throws that as well.
«Do you think my time has no value?! Do you think you have the right to treat me like this?!»
She throws a mug and this time he incredibly catches it in his hand. He places it gently on a cabinet nearby, but Sibylle hits it with another glass she throws, breaking both. Drakkar looks up and sighs, but still doesn't say a word.
«You have no right to treat me like that! Get out!» she screams.
He now approaches her and she starts to hit him with her hands, which the man avoids without difficulty before grabbing her wrists in one hand.
«Shouldn't be me the bad guy tonight?»
She growls loudly.
«Do you think I'm joking?!»
«No, I know you're really angry, but it was your choice to stay.»
«You bloody bastard! You're just good to accuse because you don't have the balls to apologize! Like every other man you think you can do whatever you want! You think that a real man shouldn't apologize, don't you?»
She lifts her knee to hit him in the crotch and he reacts instinctively pushing her prone on the floor, crossing her arms behind her back and placing one knee on the crossed wrists. All this in just few seconds. She shuts up instantly and he realizes what he did so moves away his knee and caresses her hair.
«Did I hurt you, baby?» he asks worried.
Helps her to sit up straight and pushes aside a curl from her face, staring at her to make sure she is ok.
«Are you ok, baby? Did I hurt you? Please, tell me, baby.»
He takes her face in his hands and she raises her shiny emerald eyes on him.
«No, I'm fine.» she reassures him with an infinitely gentler voice.
He smiles at her and she sobs involuntarily.
«I—I'm sorry, Drakkar», she whispers, «I didn't mean to be so nasty, I'm not angry with you. P—please, f—forgive me.»
He touches her cheek with the back of his fingers, making her feel his warmth.
«It's ok, baby. Please, don't apologize for this, you have all the rights to be upset.»
Sibylle slams her eyelids shut and holds his wrist, turning her face to kiss his palm.
«T—thank you. I'm glad you're here, Romain, I don't want you to go. Don't go, please!»
Drakkar swallows, deeply touched by her docility.
«I'm here, baby, I'm not going anywhere. I have no words to express my mortification for arriving so late, but it was a case of force majeure.» He raises an eyebrow, adding a funny and cryptic: «Very, very, very majeure.»
She smiles too before to say sensually:
«You must show me how sorry you are.»
In a second the atmosphere becomes intimate. It's amazing how communication between them is so straight and sincere. And thanks to the fact that — despite Drakkar is an incredibly self-confident and strong man — he isn't afraid to apologize sincerely. He has the gift to understand the anger and the pain of those in front of him.
«Hmm», he begins to say caressing her neck, «if there is one that should show how sorry she is it's you, my insolent wife. I come home deadly tired and dinner isn't ready! You know what that means?»
Sibylle licks her lips, realizing that their game has just begun. Entering instantly in the role of a submissive wife she asks fearfully:
«It means that you'll punish me?»
He nods severely, increasing the grip on her neck, and once again Sibylle is amazed by the vigor of the man. Even now that he controls all of his strength and he only gives her a little taste of it, she can feel his powerful energy.
He gets up pulling her on her feet too, then shoves her against the sink. He opens the tap, takes a towel and pass it under the running water, then holds her still and rubs it on her face, ruining all her make-up.
«What are you, a slut? Huh? You know I want you natural, I hate it when you make yourself up like a whore! I married a pure woman! I don't want to see these vulgarity, did I make myself clear?!»
Oh! He is really good at it, he can be really cruel if he wants.
«Yes, forgive me, dear, I won't forget. I'll be a good wife, I promise» she sobs.
He throws away the towel and looks at that flushed face with black make-up smudged around her eyes. Damn, despite that she is still beautiful!
He tightens his hand on her neck and points a finger at her.
«Better for you not to forget it! You don't want to make me angry, do you?»
«No, my love, that's the last thing I want.»
«Good. Because you know what happens when I get angry, right?»
«Y—yes, honey.»
He seems satisfied. He goes to sit down at the table tapping his finger on it.
«So, my dinner? Do I have to wait any longer?»
She runs to heat up the food.
«N—no, dear, I—I'm sorry. Here, your dinner is coming, honey.»
He stares at her while she puts the food in the microwave. She often looks at him too, smiling shyly. His leonine eyes are so piercing that she feels her blood running fast, and sometimes she feels so intimidate that is almost impossible for her keep looking at him for more than few seconds. She heats up the risotto and goes to serve it to him, placing the plate in front of Drakkar with trembling hands and timid eyes.
«Here, love.» she says.
He tastes it with a fork, chew twice and then spits it on the floor. She winces and starts wiggling her hands as he turns to look at her sternly.
«What is this crap?» hisses nervously.
She swallows and lifts a shoulder up, smiling meekly.
«It's your favorite dish, love, Provençal risotto.»
He clenches his jaws, staring at her in the same way as a hawk stares at a snake coming closer to its nest.
«That's disgusting.»
«I—I'm sorry, honey.»
«I don't want your stupid excuses, I want a nice and warm dinner when I come back home! I work all day and when I get home I want to find a decent dinner! Am I asking too much, maybe?»
«N—no, honey.»
«Instead you give me this mediocre food, cooked without love!»
«Forgive me, my lo—»
«A husband must feel the devotion of his wife in every bite. Must feel her respect and obedience.»
«Yes, love, you are ri—»
«You know what I feel in this meal?»
He looks at her, waiting for an answer. She opens her mouth but doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what he wants to hear. His gaze makes her understand that he really wants an answer.
«Y—you feel a little resp—?»
«Nothing! I feel nothing!»
He pushes her roughly on her knees beside him then grabs her hair pulling her head back. She widens her eyes as he bends over her menacingly.
«I want», he begins to say with a deep firm voice, «that you make my dinner more enjoyable. It's your last chance to be forgiven.»
She nods.
«Y—yes, love. W—whatever you want. What you want me to do?»
He unbuttons his pants freeing his huge member. She looks at it and involuntarily licks the corner of her lips. Drakkar snaps his fingers and points under the table.
«Go to your place!»
Sibylle crawls under the table stopping in front of him and rubbing her head against his legs. The man takes the fork and begins to eat the rice, feeling a little hungry. The risotto is delicious. But after a few forkfuls he beats his fists on the table, making her jump.
«I didn't order you to rub against my legs, you stupid wife!»
«I'm sorry, darling.» she says before insinuate her face between his thighs and touch his velvety member with her lips.
«Open better your mouth and take it all! What the heck, she cannot even suck me properly! What I was thinking when I married her?!»
Sibylle smiles to hear him in role like that. She then closes her eyes and opens her mouth starting to suck with delight.
Drakkar stops chewing and closes his eyes, enjoying that greedy, warm, moist mouth. A perfect mouth. Sibylle holds to his pants sucking his rod all the way down, enveloping it with her lips. While she sucks it, she lets the tongue rub all over the frenulum opening the throat as if she really were to swallow it. Drakkar roars feeling that intense pleasure. How can she do it? How can she suck him like that? How can she wrap him tight in her mouth? Sibylle realizes she is giving the man a strong pleasure and this pushes her to continue with the same passion. She touches her breasts under the dress, then goes down to touch herself between the legs, moving her finger vigorously over her silky panties. Drakkar press strongly his palms on the table, no longer able to close the mouth. He claws the tablecloth, he grunts, he feels the pleasure spreading through his veins. He feels he is about to come. No, he doesn't want to end it so quickly, he must stop that amazing mouth! He slides back on his chair and watches his tumid penis shining with saliva; watches her on all fours under the table licking her own lips. He buttons his pants up and crosses his arms over his chest.
«I think I should find a lover who knows how to use her mouth.»
«N—no!» says her worried, crawling up to him and staring at him with sweet eyes. «Please, love, I'll satisfy you, I promise!»
«You? And how will you do it?»
«I will do whatever you want, honey. You can order me anything and I'll be happy to obey! I'll be a good girl, I'll learn to please you, I will use my mouth as you want, I'll suck you the way you wish!»
Drakkar lowers his head and moves his index finger and thumb on the bone of the nose, taking a deep breath. He is struggling to hold himself from grabbing her, slam her on the table and possess her like an animal. He uses the techniques he knows to regain control of himself. Unfortunately that evening he is excited even because of all the adrenaline that he produced during the operation of the intervention of the DAFT. After a while he feels in complete control again. He looks back at her with a stern look.
«All right, I'll be understanding this time. Come closer.»
She crawls to him who is bending over her to stick his thumb in her mouth. He looks intensely at her and says calmly:
«Now, I want you to do exactly as I order, you understand?»
She nods, looking at him with her bright and magnetic eyes.
«Keep your mouth slightly open and rub your tongue on my finger.»
She does and he ordered, feeling an immense excitement.
«Yes, good girl, lick it well.» he says hoarsely. «Now tighten your lips. Mmmm, that's it. And now suck my thumb hard.»
Sibylle obeys again, moaning and closing her eyes. She loves to suck him, she loves his taste! Drakkar gently bites his lower lip.
«Mmmm, looks like your mouth is ready to satisfy me. Come here.»
She gets closer putting her hands on his thighs, without moving her eyes from him. Drakkar frees his big hard member again and Sibylle opens wide her mouth. He looks at her and smiles spontaneously seeing her greedy expression.
«Here, take it all in your mouth, baby.» he whispers.
She takes it in her mouth as he asked, moaning of pleasure and pushing her head deeper on it. The man exhales through the mouth and throws his head back, enjoying those incredible sensations.
«Oh God, yes...» says his husky voice. «Good girl, yes, suck it well. Suck it as if you want to swallow it. Suck it as if you want to be fed by me.»
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 hi
s 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.
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