***
Abruptly Victor backed away from Elsa, leaving her a wet, breathless mess and drew the chair that sat behind him up close to her. His pulse was still pounding from their kiss and he had to fight the irresistible urge to take her. It was all about the anticipation and he intended prolonging it as long as feasibly possible.
Slowly and seductively, his gaze slid down her body as he seated himself. He drank in the image of her, etching into his brain each of her scars and wrinkles He would memorize every inch of her body from the outside-in, from the colorful cherry blossom tattoo that began just above her pelvic bone and crept sexily up her ribcage, to her endearing laugh lines, to the soft curves of her waist, to her firm calves, to the small mole on her left ass cheek and everything in between. Then, and only then, would he learn how she felt from the inside.
Elsa moved forward, but he firmly put his hand up, halting her. She had proven how easy it was to read her lies and now it was time to test her threshold of humiliation.
“It’s time for your physical examination. Face away from me and grab your ankles,” he commanded, his voice thick and steady.
A probing query came into her eyes and her normally inquisitive demeanor darkened with raw mortification. A cherry pink blush slowly crept over her cheeks as his words sank in. Ten... Nine... Eight...
“You can’t be serious,” she suddenly paled, her voice a stifled and unnatural whisper.
Victor was enthralled by what he saw - the beginnings of humiliation and realization. For an instant, his glance sharpened. He measured her with a cool appraising look as he stared back in waiting silence, ignoring her statement.
Seven... Six… He let out an audible and agitated sigh. Five…
She swallowed loudly and woodenly turned her body away. Four... Three... Victor had hoped the day’s activities wouldn’t include punishment, but… Two…
Just as the number one eased into his subconscious, Elsa bent over and grabbed a hold of her ankles, exposing her entire self to him, opening her body to his manipulations. Victor bit into his lower lip until it throbbed. It would be so easy to fuck her, with the way her pussy was inviting him and its glistening folds taunting him. He tipped his chair onto the front legs and took hold of her waist to steady her. Just one more taste. From her clit to her anus, he licked slowly, savoring her feminine flavor. He dug his fingertips brutally into her hips, leaving his mark and making her body quake. As he nibbled a cheek, he slid his two middle fingers deep into her pussy.
“Thoroughly wet and sufficiently tight,” he whispered, making her wince. He liked her reaction so much, he felt compelled to add more to her discomfort. “So tight and so wet. Such a dirty girl…” he drew out the words slowly.
His flesh prickled when he felt her body heat from embarrassment. He pumped his digits in slowly at first, then more rapidly. The newness of Elsa’s body was a welcome change from that of Seven. Even her grunts and groans of pleasure were more appealing. Everything about her was more fascinating. Proud of himself for having chosen her from amongst the crowd at The Brewery, he smiled smugly. Her gasps of delight began to come closer together and her inner walls contracted around his digits. Yanking his fingers out, he sucked at her swollen clit for yet another taste, unable to deny himself the satisfaction.
“More than satisfactorily succulent,” he breathed against her pussy.
Just as his crotch cooled with the wetness of precum, his watch chirped, reminding him of his appointment. He hissed and cursed under his breath. The fucking real world was beckoning him and he hesitantly brought his chair back onto all fours.
“We’re done here,” he griped, annoyed he hadn’t gotten to feel her pussy quiver with orgasm around his tongue, taste her come or finish with his examination.
Elsa stood and faced him with a hurt expression on her face as her breasts rose and fell with her excited breathing. Victor watched her closely, trying to read her thoughts, though it took no genius to figure out why she was frustrated. He was upset at their interruption as well. He had planned on at least fucking her mouth before his appointment and now he was kicking himself for having made her wait so long while he watched her roam about the house and nap. He had almost been caught in the act of playing the voyeur when she had tried to pick the lock of his surveillance room and he made a mental note to have the door more securely fastened before the next weekend.
Standing, he pushed a stray wisp of her hair from her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. His lips touched her skin before he realized what he had done. Without saying anything more, he retrieved his briefcase and moved toward the entrance.
“You’re to be here waiting for me when I get back,” he gave his final word as he opened the door.
Standing in the middle of the room, Elsa faced him. “When will that be?”
“Whenever I see fit.”
“But I haven’t brought anything with me for a weekend stay…” her melodic voice drifted off as he closed the door behind him.
6: Rules
Weaving in and out of traffic, Victor sped to the Virginia State Penitentiary. The meeting he had been trying to get for nearly a month was finally upon him. Once on the highway, he glanced in the rear-view mirror and ran his fingers through his dark hair. He spied a gray hair at his temple and grimaced. He was getting too old for these debauched games, but, God, how he loved them. And hell, he was good at them. He had stopped trying to deny who he was or what he had become – cruel and methodical - a long time ago. It was in his DNA so it’s not like he could’ve denied those tendencies even if he tried. Or could he? He plucked the silver strand from his head and tossed it aside along with the thought that he could deny what he was.
His thoughts wandered from his upcoming meeting to Elsa and her brazen statement about signing her name in blood. His eyes shifted momentarily to his briefcase. Her file was filling up fast with all sorts of delightful surveillance photos and tawdry little details about her life, medical history, childhood and past relationships. She was a fascinating specimen and he couldn’t help but feel like he had lucked out in choosing her. He loved the initial high of infiltrating a new target’s life and all the feelings of authority and power that a fresh test subject brought. It’s too bad those feelings didn’t linger and the inevitable staleness of familiarity set in.
Bringing his hand to his nose, he inhaled her sweetly fragrant and musky aroma still lingering on his fingers. He hoped his time with her would last longer than that of Seven. With her scent still enticing his senses, he reached into his pants pocket and retrieved her panties and eyed them with a satisfied smile. He wondered if she would follow his order to stay put or if she would defy him. He had learned over the years that waiting was a form of punishment in and of itself. He liked the mental image of her impatiently waiting for him, though on some small level he wanted her to disobey him so he could dole out his reprisal. Her longing gazes and foolish trustfulness needed to be tempered with emotional pain and humiliation, and he was just the man to shred her lack of caution. As appealing as punishing her sounded, Victor knew it was too soon to consider such an idea. Unless, of course, she brought his wrath on herself. But still, he wanted to frighten her, not scare her away. Not just yet, anyway.
*
Fifty minutes later he pulled into the large parking complex and made his way into the high-walled, brick jail. The sun was still bright in the sky and the warm wind was whipping all around him, leaving him damp from the muggy air and making his cotton shirt cling to his skin. While he walked toward the entrance, he took in his cold, sterile surroundings. He had been here far too many times to count over the years with his profession and had come to know the facility well and all the blood thirsty killers by first name. Except for the ever changing inmates coming in and out of the place, it felt strangely as if he were home.