The Black Onyx Pact (28 page)

«On your knees.» orders Sibylle.

He obeys. She directs her austere glance at him then lifts her skirt showing him she doesn't wear panties, and the weave of the pantyhose fishnet is so large that her nudity is fully exposed. She touches voluptuously the silky skin of her labia, watching the excited expression of the man, his lips parted, his breathing getting faster.

«You like it, slave?» asks her lusciously.

«Oh yes.» pants him.

She slaps him gently on his black leather hood.

«Yes what?»

«Yes, Mistress.»

She smirks.

«Good. Would you like to sniff me here?»

«Oh yes. Yes, Mistress, please!»

«Come closer.» murmurs her, moving to the edge of the bed.

Drakkar looks at that naked pussy and struggles to hold himself from burying his face on that sweet magnificence.

«No tongue.» admonishes her when he opens his mouth.

He makes an annoyed sigh and she gives him another slap on the hood.

«Show more respect, you insolent slave!»

Sibylle has the impression that the man is about to grab her and lick her mercilessly just as he loves. And as she loves too. But she knows he will control himself. The
‘
lovely lady
’
told her that only those with great self-control could put their bodies in the hands of a woman who they knew would tease and deny till the exasperation.

«Do you want me?» asks her provocative voice.

«Yes, Mistress.» whispers Drakkar.

«Do you want to lick me?»

«Oh yes, Mistress, please.»

«Do you want to insinuate yourself inside me, inside my warm and cozy pussy, hmmm?»

«Yes, Mistress, that's all I ask!»

«Go back to your place.»

He crawls back and she gets up going to sit on the sofa, trying to regain the composure, which in reality she hasn't yet lost. She looks at him and smiles slyly.

«First I want to be sure that you deserve what I want to give you. You understand?»

He nods.

«I didn't hear!»
«Yes, Mistress! Forgive me, Mistress.»

«Come here.»

He crawls up to her, looking into her eyes. Sibylle feels a strange thrill seeing that giant walking on all fours as an obedient slave.

«So, why are you here?» asks her crossing sensually her legs.

«I'm here to serve you, Mistress. You bought me, I'm yours. You can do whatever you want with me.»

Sibylle gaze upon those piercing green-amber eyes glazed with passion. She admires hi dry lips, his impressive chest, his muscular arms, his big hands resting on those marble like thighs. She smiles when she sees the erection swelling his underwear.

«Get up and take your boxers off.»

Drakkar obeys. He stands up and slowly removes his underwear, and the moment his rigid member is exposed she holds her breath. Once he has taken them off he gets back on his knees, but Sibylle's voice stops him.

«No, stand up. Spread your legs. Arms behind the back. I want to see the merchandise I bought, I want to see what is mine.»

She lingers her gaze on him admiring the proud erect member between his legs.

«Give me the boxers.»

He extends his hand and Sibylle looks askance at him.

«Is it in this way a good slave gives things to his Mistress?»

Drakkar falls on his knees, puts the boxers in his mouth and crawls up to her.

«That's better, good boy.» she says taking them and stroking his head. «Back to your position, but stay on your knees this time.»

He does as she ordered while Sibylle softly sniffs his boxers. Mmmm, what a wonderful masculine smell! The delicious smell of Drakkar! She puts them near her on the coach and continues to look at him.

«What I would give to have you tied up right now.»

«Tijuana, Sibylle.» says calmly Drakkar, warning her that he is about to speak out of role. «If you want to see me tied up call the Black Room and ask for Asterix and Obelix, they are two
Shibari
experts.»

«Oh! I know them, but I didn't image they were
Shibari
experts.»

«Yes, they studied in Japan for years. They often give workshop of Bondage here in the Club. They taught the Japanese fine art of tying with ropes to many of us.»
Sibylle gets up going to dial the Black Room on the phone. It's simple: there is a black key on the keyboard, among other colors. She requests to see them telling the room number where she is. When she hangs up she goes to crouch down in front of Drakkar.

«You are magnificent. It makes me feel so electric to see you in my power.» she says stroking his black hood.

He grins.

«Well, now you know how I feel when I'm inside you.»

They laugh. After a few minutes Asterix and Obelix arrive, carrying a duffel bag. They greet Sibylle and Drakkar and open the bag beginning to pull out beautiful hemp ropes, finer than Sibylle expected. They take off the masks and the jackets, turn on the overhead light and go in front of Drakkar. They hesitate for a moment and Sibylle understands that they are intimidated to tie up the big
‘
boss
’
. But then the two young men relax and concentrate, and soon they begin to move around Drakkar like two spiders weaving in silence their web. Sibylle watches their movements: are precise, perfect, sinuous, and extremely elegant. They touch the muscle on which to perform the tying, they talk to Drakkar asking him if he feels comfortable. When they finish, Drakkar has ropes tied on his arms, on his chest, on his wrists, on his thighs and ankles. The two knot the last rope behind his back and get up to look at their work. Their magnificent work.

Drakkar seems a bound god, a warrior captured and imprisoned by the power of the ropes which wrap his muscular body like a thorny plant on an ancient tree. He is like a wild beast tamed.

Sibylle is deeply satisfied. Asterix and Obelix go to her handing a pair of strange scissors.

«In case of necessity cut the rope behind his back and then all those you think must be cut. We didn't tie vital parts and there is no rope tension because he is not suspended.» explains Asterix.
«The ropes are not too tight to prevent circulation, they only serve to immobilize him, not to hurt him.» adds Obelix.

«You can hurt him in many others ways.» say Asterix winking at her.

«But if he complains or feels uncomfortable or cold or tingling...», continues Obelix, «just cut.» conclude both simultaneously.

Sibylle nods.

«I'll be careful.» she assures.

«Drakkar knows the art of
Shibari
and knows his body, it will be him first to tell you if and when you have to untie him.»

She nods again and they greet her with a graceful hand kissing, as the Club etiquette states. They smile at Drakkar and leave carrying out their bag.

Sibylle walks calmly around him, enjoying the sight of his massive body tied for her. She stops before him and slowly takes off her skirt letting it fall on the floor, then she spreads her legs stretching her labia with her fingers, looking down at him. Drakkar is lost in the admiration of that naked tasty pussy just inches from his face. He looks at her with pleading eyes.

«You can smell it, slave.» she says haughtily.
He swallows a bit of saliva.
«Thank you, Mistress.» he says before getting closer to smell that sweet female scent.
«Mmmm.» he moans gruffly.
«What is it, slave, are you complaining? You don't like my smell?»
«Oh my God, no, not at all, Mistress, I love it! Please, allow me to taste you, Mistress, please.»
«Why should I?»
«Because the purpose of your slave's mouth is to serve you, Mistress. Please, use my mouth as you wish. Let my tongue to worship your divine femininity, Mistress, please.»
Sibylle smiles and grabs him by the hair pushing his head against her, making him grunt with pleasure.
«Lick it, slave.»

Drakkar licks her furiously making verses of incredible pleasure. He moves his head up and down to accommodate his tongue in its frenetic movement.
«Is it good, slave?» asks her vibrating voice.

He mutters a hushed “yes” because of his mouth pressed against her warm flesh. Sibylle throws her head back and moves against his face, totally prey to those feelings. When she realizes she isn't far from the orgasm, she moves back. They stare at each other. Drakkar's mouth is wet and he licks his own lips with great relish.

«To whom this tongue belongs?» asks her more firmly.

«To you, Mistress.»

«Your tongue only?»

«No, Mistress, everything.»

«“Everything” means...?»

«The whole body of this slave belongs to you, Mistress.»

«So you are mine? Your whole body is mine and I can dispose of it as I please?»
«Yes, Mistress.»

She strokes his hard member with the tip of her shoe.
«Tell me, slave, what I should do with this?»

Drakkar holds his breath when she touches the testicles. Oh, what a wonderful feeling to be in her power!

«Well?!» asks Sibylle impatiently.

He arches his back, offering himself to that touch.

«It's yours, Mistress, and just like my whole being you can dispose of it as you please.»

She smirks seeing him extremely excited.

«Stick out your tongue.» she orders.

Drakkar pulls out all his big pink tongue and she slowly bends her knees to almost sit on his face, on his tongue. Drakkar's erection begins to be sore and its member moves in some involuntary spasms, trying to appease the pleasure.

Sibylle moves her crotch on his tongue and Drakkar moans hoarsely. She does for long time enjoying the contact with that warm and wet tongue. Suddenly she feels the need to get wet with the liquid Drakkar calls “
the water of pleasure
”, so she leaves his tongue and squats down on his hard member, almost touching it. Drakkar looks down and watches enraptured her divine pussy pouring a hot and clear liquid on his erect sex. He clenches his fists.

“Sibylle! You're wonderful!”
, he thinks ecstatic.

After she wet him properly she gets up and looks pleased at his member, his pubic black hairs and his thighs all wet by her juice; then she strokes his erection and he moves his hips toward her, in a silent supplication to touch it more firmly. Sibylle stands up and touches his mouth slightly open, and Drakkar sticks out his tongue ready to please her.

«Because of your licking I had to squirt and now my pussy is all wet, so now I want you to clean me up well. Do you understand, slave?»

«Yes, Mistress.» whispers Drakkar foretasting that sweet flavor of hers.

Sibylle spreads her labia with her fingers again and bends on his open mouth. Drakkar's tongue is voracious. The woman feels her legs trembling and looks at him with tears of pleasure in her eyes. From time to time Drakkar raises his gaze to look at her expression, to be sure he is satisfying her. He is indeed. In fact, Sibylle feels that if he continues to lick her in that way she will soon come in his mouth. No, she doesn't want to come yet. She stands up leaving him with his mouth opened and goes back to sit on an armchair, trying to control the fervor. She looks at him: naked, on his knees, bound, breathless, with his member hard as a rock... He is really sublime.

When she regains control she goes back to him and crouches in front of him to touch the testicles and up to the entire length of the member. He moves his crotch and she holds tight his rod in her fist beginning to masturbate him furiously.

The man throws his head back, imploring her not to stop. Sibylle grins.

«Do you like it, slave?»

«Oh yes, yes, Mistress! Please, Mistress, please, don't stop!»

Sibylle raises her chin and smiles mockingly.

«Are you about to come, slave?»

«Oh yes, yes! Yes, I am, Mistress!»

She lets him go and gets up walking calmly around. He growls in frustration for that interrupted orgasm.

«So you wanted to come, huh?»

«Yes, Mistress.» creaks him.

He puts a foot on his back pushing him forward.

«Did your Mistress give you permission to come?»
He clenches his jaw. Damn, she is good! Maybe even too good...

«No.» he answers.

She goes back in front of him.

«So, let's see if you learned the lesson.»

She crouches down again to masturbate him slowly, caressing his testicles with one hand and gently stroking his glans with the other. She wets her thumb in her mouth and rubs it on his frenulum, making him moan gutturally. From his groans of pleasure, from his panting and his hips movements, she understands he is close to the orgasm again.

«Mmmm, you want to come, slave?»

«Oh, yes, yes, yes! Yes, Mistress! Please, Mistress! I beg you, Mistress! Let me come, Mistress, please!»