Her body hardened as the warm wetness between her legs began to trickle out of her uncontrollably and she worked her Kegel muscles as if her life depended on it.
“Let it go, Elsa. Let me see how beautiful you look when you accept your punishment,” he leaned into her ear and breathed out low and intentionally seductive.
Elsa bit back her tears and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip until she tasted her own blood. No. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing her humiliate herself. But damn it, there they were again - his fingers in her armpits, stabbing and poking until she screamed one last time, unable to hold back any longer and let her urine go.
So that was her punishment. Not the tickling, but the lack of control and what came after. The seat beneath her became thoroughly drenched and cold, repulsing her as the stench of urine filled the room. When Mr. Black stood, she scrambled off the lounger, trying to distance herself from the mess she had made. Still bound, she stumbled and fell to her knees, but promptly ripped the blindfold from her eyes.
She squinted against the light as her eyes came into focus and when she met Mr. Black’s self-righteous glare, she stiffened, momentarily abashed. She flushed miserably and was glad for the semidarkness of the room which was hiding her face.
Angry at herself for her juvenile actions, she bit back her anger while he helped her to her feet and steadied her. He bent down to untie her ankles and wrists, and once her hands were freed and she came face-to-face with her punisher, her humiliation turned to raw fury when she saw the arrogant, satisfied look on his face. Reaching her hand back, her palm caught him full force and square in the jaw, the strike so hard her palm tingled and ached.
He stood there, tall and infuriated, glaring down at her. The muscle in his jaw quivered and he leaned into her, only a mere few inches away, his eerie calm unwavering.
“Irrational behavior will only make matters worse for you. And just for future reference: the first one is free,” he touched his reddened cheek. “But only the first one. Now clean yourself up,” he waved toward the staircase.
Elsa’s breath burned in her throat, but she turned, pulled her skirt down over her thighs, grabbed her bag and headed to the shower without another word.
Finally under the hot water, she tried to clear her mind of what had just transpired. She scanned her body and except for the light scuff marks on her knees from when she had fallen, she was shocked to see no evidence of Mr. Black’s persecution. He didn’t lie when he said no irreparable physical damage would be caused, but still… She had just been made to piss herself all because she didn’t do as he had ‘expected’ her to do. What a complete douchebag. What the hell was his problem? Was he this cruel to all his women? And what exactly was his profession, other than being a gorgeous asshole?
She shook her head. She didn’t care. She finished cleaning up and quickly clothed herself in a clean dress, ready to run for the hills. Exiting from the bathroom with her belongings in hand, Mr. Black was seated on the corner of the bed waiting for her.
“So that’s it?” he asked as he eyed her backpack.
“You’re an asshole,” she countered icily.
He raised his eyebrows condescendingly. “I never said I wasn’t.”
She blinked long and hard before spinning on her heel to leave.
“You’re forgetting about our contract, Ms. Cassidy,” she heard over her shoulder.
She laughed inwardly and allowed her rebellious emotions to get out of hand. “It’s not a real contract and I didn’t forget,” she retorted.
Just as she turned the knob of the door, she felt hot hands on her shoulders as Mr. Black whirled her around to stare at her, quick anger rising in his eyes. “Oh, it’s real, Sweetheart.”
“Shove it,” she narrowed her eyes back.
Pushing her against the door and pinning her between his solid body and the wood, a deep rumble floated up from his throat, “I’d rather shove my cock down your throat.” He nipped at her bottom lip while pulling the strap of her bag off her arm and letting it fall to the floor.
As appealing as that sounded, Elsa still put her hands up and pushed against his chest to get a better look at the expression on his cocky face.
“I want you, Elsa, and I won’t be denied; most especially not when you’ve agreed to all of this.”
Her eyes widened with disbelief. “I never agreed to you humiliating me.”
“You agreed to play my game and follow my rules, and my rules include reprisal when you don’t do as I ask. It’s that simple.”
Simple? She doubted that. This was only the beginning of things to come. She was smart enough to figure that much out. And as for his game, he could shove that, too.
“Now…” he backed away and motioned toward the bed. “Seeing as you accepted your punishment so well, I’d very much like to pleasure you.”
***
Elsa’s normally radiant brown eyes were black and glittering with vehemence. It was quite a sensual look for her. On too many occasions Victor had been the victim of a glare like this, but Elsa’s eyes… they held a different kind of passion than the other Chapters. She was defiant from the get go and she wasn’t impressed with him. The others knew who he was and were eager to be his fuck toy. As for the boldness with the others, well, that didn’t come until later – after he had used and abused them and set them free. She might prove to be a worthy player after all in his game, so long as she followed his fucking rules. But then again, he did enjoy watching her squirm and beg beneath him. And the tears… sweet Christ she was beautiful when she cried. His cock hardened just thinking about it. God, he was a sick fuck.
As he waited less than patiently for her response, he smiled as he recalled the look of revulsion on her face when she emptied her bladder in front of him. Surprisingly though, she held her composure considering her wet, smelly circumstances.
The slap, though - that was something he wouldn’t allow again. Ever. He had no room in his life for physical interactions of that nature. His mother had dealt out plenty of her own emotional and physical revenge when he was growing up and there was no way in hell he would put up with that shit ever again - from anyone.
“Ms. Cassidy,” he prompted when she stood watching him cautiously, deliberating on his offer of pleasuring her. His actions, though cruel, had made her more vigilant and he mentally patted himself on the back for the favor he had done for her. Now perhaps her trustfulness would be less than forthcoming in the future.
He watched her closely, all her subtle little movements. Like the clenching and unclenching of her fists; the barely noticeable swaying of her body; the way the corners of her mouth twitched with tension as her eyes scanned his face for some kind of explanation of his actions. Even her breathing pattern didn’t go unnoticed. Her rapid and shallow breaths clearly told him that she wanted his touch and he was more than happy to give it to her. He wanted to savor her flavor again and to fill her to maximum capacity.
When she stood frozen, his throbbing cock urged him forward. “I promise I won’t tickle you again,” he winked. Elsa’s bold gaze averted to the floor and she shuffled from foot to foot, and he knew at that moment he would have her. “Not tonight anyway,” he added to be ornery.
Her bright eyes darted up and she gave him a look so nasty he couldn’t resist throwing his head back and laughing obnoxiously. When her face came back into focus, a furtive, confused smile tipped the corners of her mouth.
Backing up, he casually began to undress for her. Slipping his pants down his legs, he kicked them to the side, then removed his shirt, amused with the way Elsa watched his every move. She hadn’t been with a man in over five months and he looked forward to fucking her revirginized pussy. He hoped she was as good in real life as he had built her up to be in his mind. After removing his briefs, he gripped his thick cock and stroked it, giving her a good show.