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

began to struggle beneath him, pushing forwards, aw ay from his huge, marauding erection .  But that just shoved me more forcefully into his hand, driving it up against where he clutched and held me, choking me even more.  I was caught, strung up like a skinned animal, stuck.  I whim pered and rocked side to side.
    “Let me suck you ,” I whimpered a s the idea quickly dawned on me.  If I could fellate him, holding him inside my mouth until he came, I just might be able to take away some of this hot, molten rage that I sensed simmering right below the surface of his overly-calm façade.  Then perhaps he wouldn’t fuck me so brutally .  As it was, I imagined that he’d undoubtedly soon be flaying me alive.
    I pushed up against his back, trying to move him off of me.  I expected him to relent, because truly, what man could deny getting head?  But his hand just tightened on my t hroat, held me steady.  “Not a goddamn chance ,” he growled.  “You haven’t earned that , either.”  He stroked my throat until I could literally hear my heartbeat pounding, pounding, the tempo bouncing hollowly along the thin membranes of my inner ears.  My vision was pulsating along with the hot flow, I saw white around the edges.
    “ And so, ” he continued languidly, “ I’m going to go ahead and fuck you now.”  He pressed me back against him, anchoring me to his torso with that unrelenting fist around my neck.  He held it there, felt me breathing, struggling to draw in air, trying pitiably to swallow.  I felt his rod getting even harder and harder against my ass.  How was it possible?
    Again, the fear and terror galloped through me, hurtling through every fiber in my body, chewing through blood and bone with the speed of a blazing forest fire ; indiscriminately eating life and limb before it as it raged .  I felt damn-near hysterical then.  Jarringly and without warning, Adam let me go.  He moved back off o f me so quickly, I was abruptly chi lled and shaking ; yearni ng for a warmth that, remarkably, had somehow already ingrained itself within the sinews of my soul.
    I started to turn around to look at him, but he barked out, “Head down.”  Meekly, I complied.
    He gripped my hips again, saying, “Ruby, you have two dimples, one on each side of your ass.  Right in the center, parallel with your hips as if they were made for me.”  Clenching his fingers into my hipbones so fiercely it hurt, he dug his thumbs down into those little dimples on both sides right now , creating two perfect hand-holds with which to control me.  He’d disciplined me, scolded me, commanded me, and now, he was finally about to drive me - riding me like a beast as I came , screaming, while I cried .
    “Wait, wait,” I said desperately, again just a second away from full-out panic at having a near-total stranger plow me ruthlessly from behind.
    “ No ,” he replied.  Then he put his swollen, hot shaft at the rim of my sopping wet entrance, leaned forward slightly, and thrust himself deep inside.  He rammed into me so hard , I lost my grip with both of my hands, and my arms instantly skidded down between the bars.  It hurt like hell on the right side, taking off some of my skin and leaving a wide swath of red; an angry, bright abrasion that I knew would turn into a purple bruise by dawn.
    “Get back into place,” he barked out as he used his handholds to drag me into position.  As soon as I was able, I once again snagged the bars.  My chest was heaving, legs clenching against him.  I could feel his meaty thighs, long, corded calves, strong feet, all pushed insistently between mine.  I clamped my legs against him for all I was worth, but still, I couldn’t budge him an inch.  He was inside me, opening me, holding me wide.  I couldn’t push away, couldn’t move forward, couldn’t close myself off.  I truly did belong to him - at least for this moment, this endless , dizzying hitch in time .
    He let go of my right