“Shh,” he breathed into her ear as one of his hands began to unloosen the tie around his neck.
When he was free of it, he gently pushed her onto her back, laying her out on the chaise. In a flash, his hot mouth was all over her as he pinned her down beneath his strong body; first on her eyelids, cheeks, briefly on her mouth, then on her neck. His tongue flicked and licked its way down to her covered breasts and she moaned, enjoying the frenzied and unpredictable movements of his hands all over her. His touches were everywhere and she couldn’t focus on one sensation before another new one would suddenly overwhelm her. As her skirt began to hike up around her hips, her pussy throbbed its yearning and she opened her legs to him, eager to have him.
“So trusting…” he ground out between his teeth as if agitated by the thought.
Yes, she was trusting; too trusting. And she knew it. But damn the consequences – she wanted him deep inside of her. Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she hadn’t even realized when he brought her hands down and over her belly and looped his tie around her wrists. When she felt the tug of the silk and the blood constrict in her palms, her eyes popped open and her body tensed. She tried to sit up but Mr. Black’s large hands pushed her shoulders back down and he repositioned his body over hers, straddling her and rendering her completely immobile.
“Now you’re really mine to do with whatever I want,” his lips parted in a dazzling display of straight, white teeth and his sparkling green eyes glowed in the darkening room as the sun began to set.
Good God, that smile. It was stunning beyond words. He hadn’t yet graced her with a smile like that and it was hard to take her eyes off of him. And the boyish look on his stubbled face? Whatever reservation she had about him and his intentions melted in an instance, her body relaxing into the velvet cushion beneath her.
His long fingers touched the buttons of her shirt just as she raised her bound hands above her head. Locking eyes, he tugged hard and in one motion, all the ornamented buttons flew off her blouse as he ripped it open. Elsa gasped. She loved that shirt and now she was out not only her favorite skirt, but one of her beloved tops. Not that she gave too much thought to it. She was too thrilled and horrified at his actions to truly care.
Yanking the lacy fabric of her bra under her breasts, his fingertips skimmed her flesh and his mouth crushed down into her bosom, his teeth plucking and nipping at her tender and under-used nipples. Just when she began to ease into the rhythm of his sucking, he abruptly sat up, his malachite eyes dark like ominous storm clouds.
“My word is law, Elsa. L-A-W,” he drew out the word. “When I say I expect something to be done, what I mean is: don’t fucking think, just do as I say. It’s not a difficult concept to wrap that pretty little head of yours around. My house. My rules. Are you getting it now?” he asked smoothly, his voice thick with desire.
She nodded her understanding but gritted her teeth and tried to relax. Who the hell did this guy think he was and why the hell was she allowing him to speak to her like that? Because on some level she liked it; even craved it. Hell - needed it. This man had asshole written all over him and lucky for the both of them; she had a thing for assholes. Her mind was clouded with a combination of excitement, irritation and fear causing her to involuntarily tense under his firm body.
“Now that we have that out of the way, I can dispense your punishment…” he trailed off as his hands hiked her skirt up the remainder of the way and high over her hips where he sensually traced every detail of her tattoo, centimeter by centimeter inching his fingertip over her ribcage.
The devilish smirk on Mr. Black’s face sent shivers over Elsa’s torso. He lowered his head and nipped at the cherry blossom just over her pelvic bone and sealed it with a lick. She welcomed whatever else he had planned. How bad could it be? He said she was safe within these walls…
Tucking his fingers into one of his pants pockets, he brought out the panties he had cut off of her earlier. She couldn’t resist a small smile at the thought of him having been doing whatever he was out doing with her panties in his possession. Sliding himself down, he wrapped the torn underwear around her ankles and tied them snugly.
Next, he reached underneath the chaise and brought out a small container of baby powder and began to dust it over the exposed parts of her body, her tummy, thighs and breasts, and sprinkled more down her legs. Occasionally his eyes would flick up to hers to gauge her reaction. Hypnotized and a little confused by what he was doing, Elsa lay completely still, fixated on the look of concentration on Mr. Black’s face. He looked handsome and powerful with his dark eyes and secret expression, and his smooth bronze skin stretched over his high cheekbones. Once more, he leaned over the edge of the lounger. The clear-cut lines of his profile were barely visible against the dimly lit room as he reached for a long, satin scarf.
Apparently he had already decided on how to deal with her. A breathy giggle fluttered past her lips at the thought.
Sudden icy contempt flashed in his eyes. “We’ll see if you’re still laughing when I’m done.”
Nervous butterflies fluttered in her belly and Elsa gulped down air causing her stomach to rumble. In a heartbeat, the scarf was draped over her eyes and tied behind her head, shielding all light from her vision. Her pulse skittered with excitement and her breathing became erratic once she felt his body shift and hover over her.
“Let’s see how you like this…”
Her body jerked when she felt Mr. Black’s nails graze lightly over her stomach and ribcage, then sensually over her arms. The same breathy giggle spilled out of her and her nethers dampened once again. Lighter stroking was felt over her upper thighs and she wriggled around, her laughing becoming louder and more nervous.
Without warning, she felt his fingertips on the soles of her feet and in between her toes tickling hard and fast, then slow. She hated being tickled. Reviled it, in fact, and it seemed to be made worse by the fact that she couldn’t move and was blinded to his actions and what was coming next. She attempted to sit up but Mr. Black straddled her like before and held her down.
Elsa shrieked and tried to shimmy her bottom out from beneath him, but it was no use. She begged and pleaded as his fingers jabbed into her armpits and worked their way up. God, not her neck. She couldn’t stand being touched there. Kissed, yes, but not tickled. She thrashed around wildly and screamed as she began to retch from the horrible feeling on her throat.
“Stop, stop it!” she wailed, choking on her words.
“Why aren’t you laughing now, Elsa?” he growled as he held her bound wrists high above her head while his fingers continued their assault on her sensitive areas.
“Stop… I hate being tickled!”
Mr. Black’s tone was velvet, yet edged with cruelty when he responded. “I know.”
How? How could he know that her older brother had found it amusing to hold her down when she was a child and torment her in the same way? How could he know that she had come to despise it with all her being? There was nothing funny about it. It was torture. Absolute. Fucking. Torture.
Then it happened – the thing she hated most and the tears began to seep from her eyes, soaking the satin around them and her rage boiled over. She fought with the kind of strength she didn’t even know she had, kicking and yelling, drooling and spitting as she tried to fight him off.
“Get off of me!” she howled.
It was no use. He was strong and impossibly solid and immovable. And excruciatingly inexorable. Her body began to quake from the unrelenting onslaught of his hands and digits as her tears flowed down her cheeks when the dreaded happened. Her bladder began to contract painfully and she knew she couldn’t stop what was about to happen.
“Please, please, Mr. Black…my water…”
To her sheer relief, he eased back and just as she relaxed and let out another pitiful sob, he dusted his fingers against her neck.