The Black Onyx Pact

by Baroque, Morgana D.

  «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 o
f 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.

  «What you think you are doing?!» breaks the angry voice of Drakkar.

  She gasps and turns to look at him with frightened eyes, but doesn't answer so he come closer furiously. He snatches the foundation and throws it on the sink, grabs her chin and cleans up the bruise with his hand.

  «This bruise is beautiful, don't you dare to cover it! Don't you like to be branded by my strength? I want the world to see the crudeness of our passion, and I want you to remember what happens when you make me angry!»

  He grabs her hair shaking her head as she struggles to get away.

  «Drakkar, please, you're hurting me!»

  «Good! Isn't what you want from me? Don't you want me to hurt you? Didn't you want me to be a bad husband? There you go, bitch!» He slaps her violently and she lose the balance falling on the floor. «There. Happy now, you stupid slut?» he shouts.

  Sibylle curls up in a corner as he begins to insult her heavily before to hit her hardly, mercilessly, scaring her to death.

  «Drakkar, please, stop! I beg you, stop, please!» she screams desperately.

  «Sibylle!» calls Drakkar's voice from a distant place.

  Sibylle opens her eyes, panting and dizzy: a dream. A horrible dream. She turns to look at Drakkar bent worried above her. He reaches out to touch her face but she turns her head to avoid his touch, still shaken by the emotions of the dream. He stops his hand.

  «Baby... It's me.» he says softly, deeply touched by her fear.

  She looks at him, at his face covered by the black balaclava, and starts sobbing releasing the negative emotions. Drakkar bends to kiss her forehead, then lies down drawing her to him. He hugs her tightly, calming her crying immediately.

  «It was just a dream, babe. What did you dream?»

  She hesitates, wondering if she should tell him or not. She decides to tell him.

  «I dreamed that you really were a bad husband.»

  She notices that he held his breath.

  «What you mean with “bad”?»

  «Nothing, forget it. It was just a dream, probably dictated by my sense guilt for playing the role of a wife victim of her abusive husband when in fact there are poor women who live in a real nightmare like that.»

  The strong hand of Drakkar touches her cheek.

  «Baby, you shouldn't feel any sense of guilt about your dreams. And the same goes for your fantasies. You should feel free to play at being a submissive wife, a helpless slave, without fearing to disrespect someone. It's a fantasy, it's a game, it has nothing to do with reality. Your fantasy is your world, your own universe, where no one is allowed to enter unless you let them in. No one should judge your world, it is yours and only you have the power and the freedom to decide what to do in your world. Is that clear, my petite leveret?»

  «Yes.»

  That man has the power of sweeping away all her fears. He kisses her hair and Sibylle inhales his strong and good smell. She enjoys that body so massive and menacing and yet so protective. He now kisses her cheeks, her throat, her breast while she arches her back in a silent offer to his mouth. He is incredible: he can be a rude and brutal lover just like he can be an unbelievably sweet playmate. He is perfect. Drakkar continues to kiss her everywhere, to smile at her every time he looks in her eyes, to touch her lips with his, to lick her on the neck. His hand slides down to touch her intimate parts, still looking into her eyes. He penetrates her with a finger, excited to see her mouth opening in amazement under that firm touch. That big finger moves gently inside her, almost afraid to hurt her, but soon it begins to move faster making her moan loudly. Drakkar smiles and sits comfortably between her legs laying a hand on her stomach and penetrating her with the middle and ring fingers.

  «No! Drakkar, don't, please! I know what your hands make me do! And I don't want wet the bed!»

  He looks at her and laughs out loud.

  «Sorry, babe, I'm afraid you will, instead. My hand and your pussy are meant to be together, let's don't interfere with this deep love.»

  Sibylle laughs, looking at the ceiling. Drakkar insinuates deeper the middle and ring fingers, moaning satisfied. Pushes them slowly to the upper part of her flesh, looking at the woman whom startles intensely.

  «See, baby? See how your beautiful pussy welcomes my fingers? She is happy. They do love each other.»

  They both giggle in excitement. The man moves his fingers upward with determination and Sibylle holds her hands to the sheets curving more her back, making a long sound of pleasure.

  «That's it, baby, abandon yourself to me. Yeah, good girl.»

  His hand moves even faster now. «Mmmm, I feel your flesh melting. Do you know what that means, baby? You're going to gush like a little fountain, my little fountain of pleasure.»

  Sibylle writhes, gasps, kick the air with her legs while her thighs shake uncontrollably. Drakkar removes his hand and looks at the transparent and warm jet coming out proudly from her.

  «Mmmm, oh hell yeah, good girl!» He gently slaps her on her wet vulva. «Again, baby, okay?»

  Without waiting an answer he penetrates her again with his fingers, starting to move them in the way he only knows. His hand is determined and fast, and touches the right spot. He is now hard as a rock but doesn't seem interested in his own pleasure at the moment, he is too focused on her, he wants to see her squirting and coming freely. And he is doing the right thing since Sibylle seems to direct all her energies into the intense pleasure she feels. Her body shakes, her arms move disconnected, she turns her head side to side and emits sharp cries. Drakkar feels her warm fluid pushing from inside and moves away his hand again, looking at that pulsing meat while she howls from the bottom of her heart to express the overwhelming orgasm that is shaking her body.

  «Oh yes, baby! You are so beautiful when you come, you are so beautiful, baby! Look at you: shattered by the pleasure. God, look at you, mmmm...», he says huskily.

  Sibylle's body shakes as if it was crossed by low electric shocks as the orgasm fades away. She then closes her eyes and bites her lips, trying to control her heavy breathing. In the meantime he continues to stroke her wet and warm nudity, enjoying the erotic view of her pulsing flesh, murmuring something about that “divine pussy”.

  «One more time, baby, okay?» he asks.

  «Sorry, Roro, I don't know if I— Oh!» she gasps, when his strong hand enters in her moving in a more furious way. He bends over to lick the clit while his hand invades her with deep thrusts.

  Sibylle feels breathless, she tries to call his name but her chest is filled with gasps of pleasure and cannot articulate a word. When the second orgasm begins to running in her veins she arches her back and finally screams his name. Drakkar slips his fingers out to lick her passionately on her pulsating clam, while several clear jets accompany her contractions of pleasure. He continues to lick her all over, determined not to stop his tongue until the last spasm fades away. Sibylle's stomach contracts involuntarily as well as her vaginal lips. When the contractions vanish he stops and lies on her kissing her mouth. She kisses him back with passion, grateful to that mouth that gave her all that pleasure.

  They look at each other and smile.

  «Oww, I wet the bed, sorry.» she says playfully.

  «You have been a bad girl! How can you waste in this way your hot juice! The next time I want you to squirt all over me.»

  He kisses her again, with incredible passion. Without leaving her mouth he spreads her legs open, grabs his rigid member by the root and penetrates her slowly. She opens her mouth and he smiles feeling her startling.

  «Oh! I always forget how big you are!» she pants.

  «Oh! I always forget how tight you are!» he says mockingly.

  She grabs his shoulders and holds him in awe.

  «Romain!»

  Drakkar widens his eyes.

  «Sibylle!»
he teases her.

  But immediately he looks at her with sweet eyes caressing her neck with his lips.

  «Please, don't be afraid of me, my petite leveret, I won't hurt you, I promise.»

  She lowers her eyelids while the grip on his shoulders becomes a caress as he slips gently inside her, without stopping kissing her and telling her how beautiful and warm she is.

  Sibylle discovers another thing about him: he can make love in an incredible sweet way. He holds her in his arms, wrapping her in the warmth of that massive body in which she feels protected from the outside world. A world that doesn't seem to exist anymore when she's with him. A world that seems less scary when he hugs her. A world that has the taste of pleasure when he kisses her.

  Because when they are together he is her world, the only world she belongs to.

  - Chapter IX

  “Remind yourself daily there is no way to happiness, happiness is the way.”

  — Lao Tzu

  ~

  A few days later, around lunchtime, Sibylle exits the metro near the building of the Club D. Saphir is coming out of the building accompanied by two men in a dark suits. The distinguished lady is heading to a black car with the silver spiral on the side.

  Sibylle runs to her calling her name loudly. Saphir stops and turns to look at her while a man holds the car door open. The other man moves in front of Saphir ready to keep Sibylle away from her, but Saphir tells him that she knows that girl.

  «Saphir, I need to talk to you.»

  «Good morning, madame Améthyste. Yes, I know, Drakkar told me, but at the moment I am very busy, I'm sorry.»

  «Oh, no problem, don't worry.»

  Saphir smiles, greets her and gets in the car. Sibylle follows with nonchalance sitting comfortably in front of her. Saphir frowns.

  «Er, excuse me, what are you doing?» asks Saphir.

  «I'm coming with you.» answers Sibylle naturally.

  The young woman dismiss kindly the men standing near the car and closes the car door under the eyes of a shocked Saphir.