Beautiful Agony (A Tale Of Savage Love, Part I) (8 page)

Before I knew it, we were done.  I had set my coat and
scarf on the bar beside me, and
he
rose wordlessly and scooped them both up
, letting me know
without even saying anything
that
he’d decided
it was ti
me
for us
to go.  I
felt myself trembling and began
wondering
,
where was the fearless woman who had
just
strode
purposefully
in there
off the street
only
a short
little
while ago?
She had disappeared the second I’d stepped
with
in
Adam’s orbit
.
S
udd
enly, I was timid,
tentative
,
and
utterly unsure.
  To
still my wildly-careening nerves, I focused on the pressure of my tongue as I thrust it nervously against the hot, moist roof of my mouth.  It was a trick I’d taught myself long ago.

I sat anxiously-silent
as he
stood in front of me and
dressed me like a life-sized doll, pulling on my coat, arm by arm, buttoning it, and then wrapping my scarf around my neck.  As he did so, his fingers grazed my throat and I fe
lt an instant, electrifying shock
.  It was
as i
f a thousand volts
of electricity
had just vaulted
violently
through
the core of
me.  ‘Dear God,’ I thought, ‘I’m in real trouble here.’

Adam reached
out and casually tossed a $100
bill on the bar behind me.  T
hen he
grabbed my hand
and
pulled me
down off th
e lofty
leather
stool
.  Dragging me
along behind him
, he forced his way
through the humming
crowd of warm bodies
between us and freedom
.  As soon as he pushed through the heavy glass doub
le-doors and out into the
frigid
night and the still-
bustling
sidewalk
, he let go of my fingers and wrapped his arm fully around my waist.  He was holding me so tightly, it was like he was trying to prevent me from escaping.  But I had no intention of going anywhere.
  Not now anyway.

“My
place,” he said, and I nodded numbly
ev
en though he hadn’t been asking,
he’d been telling.

As he whistled for a cab, thick, fluffy, white snowflakes began to fall.  I stuck out my tongue and caught one on the end of it.  I tasted it,
felt the icy blush of it
melt
ing instantly in my mouth.  T
hen
I gazed up at Adam
, r
ealized
that
he’d been staring at me
the entire time
.  By the look in his eyes, I thought he was going to kiss me.  Only he didn’t.  He turned back towards the road, saw the coming cab, and practically lifted me off my feet as he walked us both towards it.

It pulled to a swift stop in front of us, and he opened the door and thrust me inside.  It wasn’t overly-force
ful, but neither was it gentle. 
As he settled into the seat beside me, he gave the cabbie his address and shut the door.  A second later the tires screeched a bit against the pavement as the driver jerked
back
out
into the flow of traffic.  W
e were on our way.

I was freezing, my legs chilled from the outside air.  The cab’s heat was b
illowing
back towards us full-blast, yet
still, I was
shaking. 
Possessively,
Adam put his hand on my thigh.  It was so hot
, it felt like a branding iron
.  My breath hitched in my throat as he began to slowly slide it upwards.  Instinctively, I put my hand on his wrist to stop him.

“Ruby,” he said
sternly
, and I sh
ivered
.  “We’re both in this for the same thing.  We’re not getting to know each other.  We’re not dating.  We’re not headed towards some romantic climax
here
where the both of us
will eventually
fall in love. 
We’re using each other
.  For sex, for fulfillment, for whatever it is we
need
out of this; you and I.  But both of us know that we’re going to fuck tonight.  That’s why we’
re in this cab right now
.  You seem to be forgetting that.  So I’m reminding you nicely.  Once.  Next time, I won’t be so kind.  Now take your hand off my wrist, and spread your goddamn legs.”

My head was spinning, I felt like I was falling, and his words were ringing in my ears.  There was no argument to counter what he was saying.  I
had
placed my ad to find a man, just such as
this
.  He was right:
there was
certainly no point in balking
now.

Biting my lower lip, I slowly opened my legs a few inches.  With a sigh of frustration, he gripped my thigh harder with his right hand, and with his left, he reached over and shoved the other leg wide.  My eyes shot up to the back of the cabbie’s head, and then over to the rear-view mirror.  He couldn’t see us.  Thank God.

Adam went back to sliding just the one hand up towards my panties.  When his fingers touched the
soft sliver
between my thigh
and the wedge of thin, slippery
fabric
covering my sensitive juncture
, I moaned softly.  I licked my lower lip, a clear invitation for Adam to kiss me.  And that’s when he said, “I’m
going to suck
your nipples
, lick your body, eat you until you scream
.  I’m going to taste every last inch of your
sex
tonight
. 
Only,
I’m
not
going to kiss you on the mouth.  Don’t ask me to, and don’t try to
kiss me
.  Are we clear?”

Shocked stupidly silent, I mutely nodded again.  Whatever he wanted, I would do it.  Yet now that he’d told me
I couldn’t
kiss him, there was nothing I wanted more.  I wondered briefly why he had a problem with it – if he was one of those people that thought kissing on the mouth was too personal, or if he was ashamed of his scar and
thought I wouldn’t
like the way that it would feel against my mouth – but then his fingers bounced over the thin band of el
astic at the edge of my panties and grazed across the hot, wet satin in the middle,
and my thoughts
abruptly
scattered.  As l
ong as he wanted to lick me down
there
with those lips, I
certainly could not
complain.

Sud
denly, Adam pulled off my scarf and put his free
hand
al
on
g
the back of my
warm, bare
neck. 
As soon as his fingers touched my silky skin,
I mo
aned again.  With one of his searing
, rough palms against the
tingling
tissues
there, and the other one busily
playing
a
scorching
tune
along my nether
crease
, my mind went absolutely blank.  But as his long, tensile fingers began stroking
my neck and my satin-clad
cleft
at exactly the
same
time
, same way, same cadence
, I had to wonder; how come all men didn’t
know how to touch women like this?  How could it be that some stranger knew my body better than guys I’d “dated” for months on end?

He paused for a moment and a second later,
I felt
hi
s
hand
move gradually but purposefully back
t
o
wards the side of my panties
.  H
elplessly
, I
held my breath.  S
idling carefully un
der the
ridge
of
soft elastic, he
slowly made
his
way
beneath the edge
of fine cloth
and
over
across my bare, naked
lips
.  And I
had
waxed it
all
there
, too.  There wa
sn’t a strand of hair left on my pubis
now, nor was there ever.  That was the way I liked it.

Adam
immediately
began ru
bbing up and down across my
slick
, pliable
skin
with the back of his index finger, while angling
carefully
against the tight fabric
to
make enough room. 
He
stroked
slowly and relentlessly, from the
top of my wet, slick
slit
,
all the way down, grazing his
knuckle
methodically
over
my
throbbing
clit
oris
each time.
 
It was quickly starting to fill with blood, becoming s
wollen and turgid as it instantaneously responded
.

My mouth was open, eyes closed,
mind focused on his touch.  He began his
erotic
, gentle caress at the nape of my ne
ck
again
, while far
below, h
is knuckle grazed up
and down,
up and down,
stimulating me so sensuously, so del
iciously, it was
practically precious
.  My legs fell open wider of their own accord as he stroked delicately, provocatively working
both places, both sensi
tive and stimulating
stretches of bare flesh.  The duality of sensations
was mind-bendingly erogenous.  I wanted it to go on and on.

He set up a softly-indulgent rhythm, stroking my clit with his knuckle, dipping lowe
r until it was coated with slippery, hot
wetness
, then dragging it slowly, inexorably upwards again and again, his
other index finger
mimicking those
very
same actions against the
baby-fine
skin
stretched
tightly
over the knobs of my
upper
spine.  My hips we
re moving slowly, mirroring his
movements unconsciously.

I was dragged down into the dark and
misty
depths of an erotically tender moment that stretched on and on; mesmerized by his subtly gentle ministrations.  Every muscle in my body had gone slack.  I was
spellbound
.

Then, w
ithout any warning, his hand
at my neck
reached up, his fingers
snagged a
big
fistful of
my hair, and he wren
ched my head
painfully
backwards
.  A
t the exact same time, he
torqued
his
other
hand
up
and plunged his finger deep inside
of me, shoving it so hard
that
his lowest knuckle rammed into the rim of my opening with such force
, he literall
y shoved my entire lower body back
against the car seat.
  It was so abrup
t, so shocking; it made
my heart pound
in my chest and my breath hitch sharply in my lungs.

“U
hnn,” I gasped out in
surprise, my eyes flying open and seeing only the roof of the cab.  My head was pinned effectively by his grip in my hair; I couldn’t move an inch.  Keeping me anchored in place up top, down below he began to
plunge his finger into
me without mercy, and all the while, I bit my lips to keep from crying out again, my teeth digging so deep
ly into the densely-delicate
tissue,
I
literally
tasted blood.