Her body writhed with need and she thrust her hips upward into his palm as her eyes flickered open. The room was dim with only Mr. Black’s silhouetted profile in view. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly while his thumb pressed down firmly on her clit. Her nethers were still over sensitized from her own manipulation, making his massaging and probing all the more intense. She fisted her own hair and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip as her climax neared. She was so close and it felt so good... The heat in her lower belly descended and turned into a cool chill when Mr. Black abruptly stood and moved to the chair without saying anything.
Elsa sat up, hot and bothered and her hormones raging. Seated on the chair, he watched her with the same look of displeasure on his face as the previous night. What had she done now? Would she never please him? Hell, she waited all damned day for him. She glanced out the bay window to see the sun barely on the horizon and rubbed her eyes.
“I waited like you said to,” she smiled tentatively at him, smoothing her skirt down over her legs.
“I see that,” he replied coolly as he dipped the same fingers that had just been in her into his mouth, licking them clean of her juices. “What else did you do today?”
She huffed, “Nothing.”
Mr. Black adjusted himself in the seat, gripping his hard-on, and shook his head. “That’s not entirely true, now is it?”
What did he want? A blow-by-blow account of her daily activities? “I ate. I read. I played a few games on my phone. I ate again. I waited.”
“And?” he prompted.
Her parted lips clamped shut. Did he know she had played with herself? Of course not. He was just guessing. Her stomach knotted and she stiffened under his accusing stare. Sitting up straight, she crossed her legs and placed her hands in her lap while remaining quiet.
Pushing himself off the chair, he began to pace back and forth in front of her, then around the chaise, his hands clasped behind his back.
“I’m disappointed in you. I had hoped we could enjoy each other’s company tonight and that I could taste that exquisite pussy of yours again, but…” he trailed off, pausing in front of the window and looking out. “Seeing as you don’t need me to get you off and you can do it yourself, I guess our time here is done. Gather your things and I’ll see you next weekend.”
Elsa’s mouth gaped open in utter disbelief. She had waited all day and for what? So he could deny her an orgasm and dismiss her because she had fingered herself? She stood, incensed and exasperated and… she couldn’t even put into coherent thoughts what she was feeling.
As her breathing became more labored and loud, he peered over his shoulder and lifted his brows. “What are you waiting for? You’re free to leave,” he replied with a finality that forbade any further discussion.
She stomped upstairs, seething more with every passing minute. She retrieved her bag and tore back downstairs to get the hell out of there when Mr. Black’s inflamed voice resonated through the hallway behind her.
“Rule number five: All your orgasms belong to me.”
***
The door slammed behind Eight and Victor winced at her abrupt departure. He really had been looking forward to spending some quality time with her – namely in the form of fucking her flawless mouth. He would just have to settle for watching her finger banging session and rub one out, he supposed. Standing in the hallway staring at the door, he decided his time would be better spent going over the minutiae of the Cambridge case, details he had burnt into his memory.
In the dining room, he reached for his briefcase and jacket and noticed a snow globe on the fireplace mantle. Picking it up, he turned it over and watched the glitter and white flakes float around a fake waterfall. The brass plate on the front read Winter in Niagara. It looked old. He upturned it and found a carved date on the bottom. 2001. Elsa would have been sixteen at that time. He shook the globe again and watched the white dust drift around as he thought about her on vacation with her brother and parents. He smiled at the thought of a teenaged and rebellious Elsa ending up in juvenile detention for thirty days on two different occasions for smoking pot and getting in a girl fight. He couldn’t help but wonder what the fight had been over. His research didn’t reveal that little fact. Maybe it was over a boy, though she didn’t seem like the kind of woman who would fight over something so petty.
With his eyes still on the remaining glitter that hovered in the water, his thoughts drifted to his sixteenth birthday and his smile faded. His mother had fucked up yet another celebration for him on that day. It was supposed to be his coming of age party and all it ended up being was his day of cleaning up the drunken, violent mess that she had left behind, yet again. To make matters worse, he had walked in on her giving one of his classmates head. He got his own lesson in humiliation the following day back at school.
That particular birthday was also the day he found out that his father was still alive. In his mother’s inebriated state, she had let that little bit of information slip after having lied to him his entire life and leading him to believe that his father was some kind of war hero who had died valiantly. Lying fucking bitch.
He shook off the memory, reminding himself that his mother had lied about his father for good reason and that she did have a few good qualities. Like the fact that she raised him on her own and without the help of the government or anyone else. And the fact that she had taught him to be independent and had gotten him a loan to pay for his college degree in criminology. Of course, she ended up defaulting on the loan when she drank her savings away and he ended up paying it back on his own, but that was neither here nor there. He just reminded himself that adversity built character and made people stronger.
Then again, sometimes adversity also broke people. That’s what he had accomplished so many times with his Chapters. He had given them tough situations in an attempt to help them overcome their fears and weaknesses and become stronger individuals while studying them, but all of them had proven that his brand of education was just too much for them. It didn’t help that he enjoyed the harsh conditions he provided and that tidbit only confirmed that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
Elsa, on the other hand, might just be the lone, star pupil in his long list of failed attempts. So long as she played his game by his rules.
***
Seated at the same small café where Mr. Black had made his proposition and in the same booth, Elsa sipped on a cup of overly-sweetened coffee. She was still raging about his dismissal of her and her idiocy for having waited all damned day for nothing. So what if she had masturbated? He was doing the same thing the night before that prompted her to take matters into her own hands. And mouth. That damned perfect cock of his. It all came down to her lack of dick and common sense when not getting it often enough. She knew he was a bad seed from the moment she set eyes on him and still, she signed that stupid piece of paper. She rolled her eyes at her offer to sign it in blood. He probably would’ve enjoyed it if she had, the sadistic, piss-inducing-sicko that he is.
No undergarments. Whatever.
Hair down in his presence. Ogre.
Showered and ready. Seriously? Like being clean wouldn’t already be on her agenda?
WAIT. Egomaniac.
No masturbating. Fuck you, Mr. Black. Fuck. You.
And that ridiculous physical examination? Double fuck you.
What was up with him wanting to be called that, anyway? Too worn out and annoyed to care anymore, she finished her coffee and went back to the safety and privacy of her apartment.
Privacy. The word cascaded across her subconscious and as she readied for bed, she began to wonder how the hell he knew she had masturbated. Wanting to know about the mysterious asshole she was having sex with, she went to her computer to try and do a search. Again, when she typed his name into a search engine, she was redirected to a completely different site. When she yielded the same results on her 4G connection on her phone, alarm bells once again went off in her head. There was something rotten in Denmark.