He motioned for her with his index finger. “Come to me, my pretty, little plaything. I want to taste you again.”
The flush on her skin glowed under the bright lights of the bedroom, but she suddenly paled with tension. This again? Laid out in bed and leaning on an elbow, Victor shook his head with disapproval.
“I’ve already told you that I have no time for embarrassment. You have no reason for it. Do I really need to point out the obvious? You’re beautiful; intelligent and spirited.” The hidden smile lines on Elsa’s face materialized but she stood unmoving. “Now come over here and let me make up for making you piss yourself.”
Her joy disappeared and the blood rose to her cheeks as if recalling the memory. She scanned the floor but he could see she was thinking about his offer, causing a smile to creep onto his face. She wore her humiliation well and he couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself.
Growing more impatient as she stood contemplating what to do, he leaned back onto a pillow, closed his eyes and began to stroke himself again in hopes that he could entice her. Right on cue, he felt her hands on him, warm, damp with nervousness and greedy. He left his eyes closed, enjoying the randomness of her movements. When she took a hold of his shaft, he rested his hands under his head and focused on all the sensations she was providing him with.
Several long, slow strokes later, her wet mouth was felt on his dick. He grunted when she swirled her tongue over the crown and his abdominal muscles contracted with longing. Thankfully she was good at giving head. Much better than Seven. She was good at it too, but that was her only saving grace. Hell, Elsa was a close second place behind Five when it came to oral talents and that was saying a lot because that man could suck cock like a rock star.
This was what oral was supposed to be like – sloppy and wet. He felt the tight muscles of the back of her throat capture him and he pried his eyes open, wanting to see the sinful vision of her red hair all around him and her drool-soaked lips. Rising up on his elbows, he pushed her long locks to the side to get a better view and she didn’t disappoint. For all her unnecessary bashfulness, she gave head like that’s what she was born to do. She placed both her hands at the base of his penis, twisting them in opposite directions and it was all he could do to not shoot his load down her throat.
It was time for another lesson in humiliation 101. He pulled her hands away from his shaft and pulled them behind her back, pinning them there with one hand while he grabbed a handful of her hair with the other. He thrust his hips upwards while simultaneously pushing down on her head, forcing himself deep into her throat. Elsa’s body jerked as she gagged loudly and a debauched grin spread over his face. Dragging her mouth away from his dick, a thick ribbon of drool pooled out of her mouth and down his cock. How would she react to this? Tears again?
Elsa’s watery eyes met his and to his incomprehension, there wasn’t one ounce of shame or remorse shining back. He pushed her head down again trying to elicit discomfiture, but still, all that was gazing back at him was longing and that same damned defiance as before. She was a dirty girl after all, or maybe something in between filthy and demure. Perhaps she couldn’t be put into any one category at all. She clearly liked being dominated and the feeling of complete authority surged through him.
He heaved her body to the side and ravaged her, tearing her clothes off like a madman, the fabric of her snug-fitting dress shredding under his ravenous hands. She fisted his hair and bit into his neck harshly, making him hiss through his gritted teeth. So she liked it rough, too. He shoved her onto her back and fumbled in the nightstand for a condom. He tore open the package and with the agility of a porn star, had it on in seconds.
Elsa spread her legs to accept him and her submission besieged him. He had humiliated her and yet she was still offering herself to him willingly. Was she so desperate for attention that none of his actions would deter her? Or was it simply that she had no common sense? Everything that he had put her through thus far should’ve told her to run the other way. Not that he wanted her to and not that he would allow it even if she tried.
Draping one of her legs over his shoulder while pushing the other out away from him, he inhaled deeply. Her scent was nothing less than intoxicating. He loved the smell of cunt, too. Go figure. Opening her labia with his thumb and index finger, he plucked at her clit with his teeth, tugging and sucking at it until it swelled and brightened to a crimson red. When Elsa was a wet, squirming mess, he slipped his hands under her bottom and tipped her pelvis up to gain better access as he slipped his tongue into her.
The way her body responded to his touch caused Victor’s heart to thunder in his chest, the throbbing felt in his cock with each of his heartbeats. Nails on his scalp teased and enticed him as he tongue fucked her to within an inch of an orgasm.
Just as Elsa began to shudder, he gripped her waist and flipped her onto her stomach. Again, he wrenched her wrists behind her and pinned them to the small of her back and in one purposeful thrust, sunk balls deep into her. She let out a long sigh followed by a moan, but raised her ass and ground into him, meeting him thrust for solid thrust. Face down, her muffled grunts of excitement could barely be heard as he continued to pump into her fiery, hot pussy. Leaning down, he bit her shoulder blade with the same fierceness she had nibbled his neck, his revenge sweetened by her shriek of pain.
Biting into her milky flesh once more, her body began to quiver and the muscles of her inner walls contracted. He would allow her to come but not for her own pleasure, for his. He slowed his movements and stroked in and out slowly and deeply as the waves of her orgasm crashed against his stiffness. Backing away slightly with only the head of his cock in her, he thrust shallow, allowing her body to recuperate from her orgasm. When her body stilled, he plunged deep again until he got his release.
Fatigued, he peeled his condom off and threw himself onto the bed next to Elsa, listening to the slowing of her rapid breathing. He pulled her close, his chest to her back, allowing her to sap the heat from his body and simultaneously cool his overheated core. He placed his mouth next to her jugular vein and waited until he felt her rapidly beating heart slow and her breathing deepen.
While Elsa slept, he fell in and out of consciousness for only an hour, his mind always straying to his current case. The murders in and around Cambridge, Massachusetts, weighed heavily on his mind and he hoped, even prayed that Ant could give him some insight as to who the perpetrator might be. The case was at a standstill and the families of the three victims were pushing him hard to do something, anything, to bring them and their loved ones justice. He feared the body count was higher than three, but he kept that to himself until he could prove otherwise. Images of the decomposed bodies flashed in his mind. What a fucking nightmare.
Tired of his overwrought thoughts, he gazed down at Elsa. She was so beautiful; stunning, actually. Hell, they all were if he really thought about it - all fucking eight of them, even that pain in the ass Seven. He was such an asshole for having done what he did to them.
His body began to sweat profusely and his heart pound in his chest when he thought about where his life was taking him and the man he had become. He sat upright on the edge of the bed and spots filled his vision. He closed his eyes and concentrated on slowing his heartbeat and quickened breathing. He had to find the killer. He just had to. To do anything less would be unacceptable.
With his emotions and faculties back in check, he glanced over his shoulder. Reaching behind him, he pushed the hair from Elsa’s eyes before he rose from the bed. As he stood watching her, he briefly wondered if she was dreaming about him, though he doubted it. She was most likely dreaming about Patrick, however, he had no idea why. His background check of the man hadn’t revealed anything that stood out and by all outward appearances, he wasn’t even attractive and his grooming habits were less than pleasing. He shook his head. Reaching down, he ghosted his finger over a branch of her tattoo causing her turn onto her other side. Elsa was way out of his league. What the hell did she see in him anyway?