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

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