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

up precisely before I could finally leave.
    Unbidden, a shiver ran through me, and consciously, I took that memory and thrust it away.  This was no place for thoughts like that.  This bed was not for making me feel like an unwashed, unwanted visitor.  It was made only for fucking me; that and nothing more .
    I walked over to the thick, hard mattress and sat down on it.  Adam told me, “Get in the middle.”  So I did, pushing across the huge expanse of expensive cotton sheet s .
    When I was there, he said, “Roll over .”  With a feeling of nervo usness running through me, I complied .  Now he was naked behind me, and I couldn’t see a thing that he was doing.
    “I made you an earlier promise,” he told me, and my mind immediately went back to his vow.  But that wasn’t what he was referring to.  “ I explained to you clearly that if you looked away or moved while I was eating you, I was going to spank your ass until you cried.  You did both, ” he said brashly, his tone gravely stern .
    He climbed onto the bed beside me then, and when I felt the dip in the mattress from his immense weight, my stomach clenched.  I realized then that I was truly and utterly scared .
    “Reach up and grab the headboard,” he demanded emotionlessly , “and whatever I do to you, do not let go .”
    I reluctantly extended my arms and gripped the metal bars , clenching my fingers nervously around the cold steel.  I didn’t know which way to turn my head; looking at him, or looking towards the wall.  But he saved me the trouble.  He took one of the soft, black satin, decorative pillows that had been left on the bed, and shoved it forcefully under my sternum.  Now my head could hang down comfortably, and I wouldn’t suffocate in the sheets.
    “Keep your head down, face forward,” he said, confirming my suspicions about what he had just done and why.   I wondered if he would tie my legs down, chain them, or somehow otherwise restrain me.  Yet there was no need , as I was soon to discover:  I was to do what I was told, or else .
    “Just like before in the cab, in the elevator, in the living room,” he said indifferently to me now .  “You can leave any time.  Only if you do decide to stay, your absolute capitulation is summarily expected .  If you refuse to follow my orders, you will be asked to leave and you will not be invited back.  Am I clear?”
    Oh, God.  I couldn’t stop the rivulets of panic and heat that were running rampantly through my engorged veins.  All I knew was that I was currently incapable of leaving.  I had to do what he said, regardless of the consequences.  So, how to tell him that I would comply?  I certainly didn’t know what in the hell to call him right this moment .  Sir?  Adam?  Master, perhaps?  “Ah, yes, yes Adam, I understand,” I finally stammered softly, my words , although muffled by the sheets , still more of a question than an answer.
    He snickered at me then, as if once again he could easily read my mind.  I couldn’t see the expression on his face, of course, but I could hear the derision in his voice as he replied, “You’ re correct , you don’t hav e to call me Master yet.  In truth , you have to earn that right .  So for now, just plain ‘Adam’ will do fine.”   He was an odd one - actually giving me permission for something I’d already done.   Did he have to control everything, then?  Down to the very air I breathed and how often I came and how many times I screamed his name in agony or in ecstasy?  I believed that he did.  And he would.
    He got off the bed and I heard him rustling around behind me.  E ven though I really couldn’t see too much beyond the sheet of hair that cover ed my face on all sides, I screwed my eyes ti ghtly shut against my nervousness, nevertheless.  I n my mind’s eye, though, I could still see his stiff, threatening, garg antuan erection; the thick rod swollen and slightly purpling, the head as big and turgid