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

as a dense, fleshy mushroom.  What would it feel li ke to have that monstrous thing inside me , I wondered?  How would it taste whe n I finally had him in my mouth?
    A second later, I felt his hands on my hips and I tensed.  “Lift,” he said gruffly, so I raised my ass up the air, pushing off the bed with my chest and my thighs, feeling like a complete idi ot.  What a wanton whore, was I; alone with a strange man, in a strange land, doing strange, strange things.
    Apparently, I wasn’t up far enough because he put his hand under my stomach and thrust me further upwards, lifting me clear off the mattress.  Then he shoved one, two, three square pillows under my belly.  I could tell the fabric was some sort of pleather – it was cool and almost sticky against my sweaty skin.
    The pillows were thick, but hard, and they lifted me up quite effectively .  The lower half of my body dangled off of them, my rear in the air permanently, my knees brushing the mattress, my shins scrubbing the sheets.  My breasts were swinging somewhat freely now, the bottom half of my nipples exposed.  My sternum was still resting on the pillow he’ d given me for my head, but my face was planted even more firmly against the mattress.  Now even with my eyes wide open, I couldn’t see anything at all.  I felt my fingers slipping against the metal bars of the headboard, and I tightened my grasp.  My arms were already starting to cramp.
    “Spread your legs as far as you can,” he barked, and altho ugh trembling, I did as he demanded .  He came around to the left side of the bed, leaned over, reached down bet ween my thighs and felt my privates , making sure he could touch every single last inch of me .   My face flushed, even though he certainly didn’t notice it.  Here I was, spread-eagled, ass in the air, legs open , vagina gaping.  And as if things couldn’t get any worse, he then reached under my stomach with his other hand and tweaked my still-sore nipples one by one.  I helplessly cried out each time.
    “Arch your back,” he said emotionlessly, and then I knew that this was it.  Whatever punishment he was about to dole out to me for not obeying him earlier; the time was here.  Shuddering, I did so, feeling the pull of muscles in my stomach and around my spine.  Now I really must look like a slut, a tramp, a dirty little harlot in heat.
    I felt the mattress buckle slightly as he climbed back on to the bed beside me, kneeling perpendicular to me this time so as to be able to wield the most force with each and every strike of his palm .  Without any further ado, he r eached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair with one powerful hand , and with the other , he swu ng down and flayed my tender bottom .  My entire body juddered, thrusting up heavily towards the head board.  The fingers of my right hand accidentally skidded off the twisted metal, and I had to grip on to the left side for all I was worth to keep from toppling over.
    “Grab the goddamn bars,” he said so coldly my stomach rolled lurchingly over.  I quickly regained my hold and he unleashed himself on me again.  H is palm slapped down against my rounded ass, stinging, burning, thrusting me up into a whole new plane of existence.  He began raining the blows down upon me, and with each one, I felt a different emotion jolt wildly through me.
    First , I felt embarrassm ent; unholy shame that I was letting some strange man have freely at me.  Second ly , I felt fear.  How far would he go?  How much would I have to endure?  Would I be able to withstand it until the very end?  The next smack was so hard, so loud, it echoed off the very ceiling.  My ass cheeks were on fire.  “Hey, hey!” I said softly, unable to stop myself.
    “What?” he asked sadistically.  “ What ?”  Then he slapped me again.  That one thudded against my delicate rear-end so hard, my entire body lurched forwards again.  I felt my knees dragging on the sheets – sheets so