Grabbing her by the back of her neck, Mr. Black hauled her up and into his kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth and kissing her with such ferocity, it took her breath away. She wrapped her limbs around him, wanting to feel the weight of his solid form squeezing the life and breath from her as she crushed his body down onto hers. Mr. Black pressed a hand between them to remove his belt, the sound of the metal and leather being pulled from his jeans was like music to her ears. With his lips still pressed against hers, she felt her body being shifted and moved so her head was against the rail.
Next, her hands were brought up over her head. She paid no mind as his tongue swirled in her mouth, caressing every surface seductively. She grunted when in the blink of an eye, her wrists were bound with his belt to the baluster. Her eyes flew open and she jerked her head up to see the black leather efficiently wrapped around her wrists with the buckle tucked away neatly and out of view. He had clearly done this before.
“Now that I have you right where I want you, it’s time to play,” he stood and began to undress.
Elsa watched in awe as his nude body came into full view under the bright stairwell lighting. God, he was magnificent. When his briefs slid down his slim hips, his cock sprang forth, pointing skyward and making her giggle idiotically. She couldn’t help herself. It was just so damned beautiful. And all hers.
“Open wide,” he ordered while he stroked his shaft.
Doing as he said, she spread her legs wide.
“No, not your legs; that pretty mouth of yours,” he slicked his tongue across his upper lip.
Yes, she wanted this. She wanted his dick deep in her throat. She closed her eyes, tipped her head back and parted her lips. Mr. Black grabbed a handful of a hair and eased the crown of his cock past her lips, allowing her to circle her tongue around it and dip the tip of her tongue into his hole. He grunted and pushed deeper. Opening her eyes and never letting her gaze stray, she watched him as he began to thrust harder. His head was thrown back and his eyes closed, and he was in his own sensual world.
He pushed deeper yet, making her gag, but he was unrelenting. When she became breathless, she began squirming to free herself to get air, but his fingers were wrapped firmly in her hair. She thrashed her head and just as she began to see spots in her vision, Mr. Black pulled away, leaving her a gasping and a drooling mess. She had no time to recuperate when he shoved himself into her mouth again as he rested one hand on the rail behind her.
Harder and faster, he fucked her mouth. The squeak of the wood and his moaning were the only sounds echoing in the entrance. She brought her knees up to get better seated as her body began to slide down, but his thrusting was too powerful. He momentarily let go of her hair, reached under her arms and pulled her up before plunging back into her mouth. It was never ending. Time and time again she nearly passed out from his brutal oral assault, only to have him pause barely long enough to allow her to breathe. Her jaw ached and her wrists were becoming raw. The front of her chest and shirt were soaked in saliva, but she didn’t give a damn. It was dirty and she loved it.
Just as his body stilled and she prepared for his warm, salty release, he abruptly pulled out of her mouth. He unbound her wrists from the railing only to promptly loop the belt back around once she was freed from the baluster. Without a word, he heaved her over his shoulder, strode to the bedroom and plopped her down onto the bed, face down. He yanked her to the edge of the bed, propped her up on her knees and plunged into her from behind. The angle of his thrust made her squeal loudly. He clawed at her shoulders, bringing tears to her eyes. The sensation was exquisite. She had been fucked hard before, but nothing like this. She bit into the linens below her in an attempt to muffle her screams but it was no use. He was inexorable. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
Her knees began to shake and her lower belly throbbed with the buildup of an orgasm when, again, he pulled out of her and hauled her off the bed. All she could do was gasp from breathlessness. She was barely able to stand as he walked her over to the wooden chair that was still facing the wall. He seated himself on it and she nearly toppled over as he pulled her over to sit atop him, guiding her bound wrists over his head and around his neck.
His mouth was so close she could feel the dampness of his breath on her lips and smell the faint scent the cigarette and mint coming from him. It was intoxicating. With her forehead pressed to his, he lifted her by her hips to the tip of his shaft only to pull her back down harshly as he thrust upwards. Her eyes filled with tears every single time he pushed up into her. He was hitting that spot that made her want to come undone and she knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.
Closing her eyes tightly, she felt Mr. Black’s raspy tongue on her cheek as he lapped up the tears now streaming down her face.
“God, yes…” he whispered.
Mr. Black’s hands moved from her hips to her breasts and squeezed cruelly, making her throw her head back and moan loudly. He plucked at her nipples and buried his face in her tits as she leaned her body back to accept his mouth on them. She was grinding down onto his dick when it happened without warning: a literal gush of wetness between her legs soaked the both of them.
Startled with what had happened, she tried to dismount Mr. Black, but he dug his fingers into her hips and held her tight. She had heard of the mythical G-spot orgasm, but had never experienced it. It was marvelous and her body shook violently from it. She didn’t know why she was feeling embarrassed about it; by the look on Mr. Black’s face, he was quite pleased with himself.
Only a few minutes later, he stood. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust up into her one last time as she felt his cock pulse out his seed into her. Still buried deep inside of her, he stumbled to the bed and collapsed onto it, smashing her under the weight of his body. They lay like that for several minutes, their ragged breathing slowly subsiding. Mr. Black rolled off of her and pushed the sweaty hair from her eyes.
“To be continued…”
*
Mr. Black had used and abused Elsa and her body ached with the kind of pain that came only from a good, brutal fucking. She had missed this kind of soreness, but what came after, she had missed even more. Lying on the bed next to Victor as the night was drawing near its end, she curled into his embrace. She clung to him and buried her face in his chest. He felt warm and familiar. He felt safe. She purred when she felt his long fingers in her hair and then on her back, working their way down to her spine and over to her tattoo. She loved it when his long fingers traced the details of it.
“You were perfect,” she heard him say.
Looking up, she stared at him longingly, but with the ever-evolving rules of the game always running in the background...
She touched his scar again. “What happened here?”
His jaw tensed and he narrowed his eyes at her. His body stiffened as he pulled away and she immediately regretted the question. Mr. Black was back.
“I don’t answer…” he started in his usual cold voice.
She promptly chimed in. “I remember. That’s fine,” she responded just as chilly as she crawled out of bed and began to dress herself. “It’s better that I know nothing about you. It’ll make it that much easier when I say goodbye.”
Yes, she was learning to play his game, alright. Maybe he would be her experiment in what not to get involved with ever again.
She seated herself on the corner of the bed and reached for her shoes when Mr. Black lunged toward her. He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him.
"Goodbye?" he scoffed. "Goodbye isn't an option. Let's not forget who reigns here. I chose you. It was my decision to have you and don't you ever doubt that I intend to do nothing less than devour you entirely. You're my plaything, Elsa. My sex toy. My hole. Mine to do with whatever I want and all that pleases me. To torture, thrill, threaten and mind fuck however I see fit. So you don't get to say goodbye. Not now, maybe not ever. That's the beauty of this arrangement. I make all the decisions and you're left to wander around in the dark, waiting, anticipating and fearing my next move. Only when I'm done using you and I’ve gotten what I need will I let you go. Only then and not one millisecond sooner. I've allowed you the pretense of choice, but know that I alone decide when, where and how much. I decide every, single fucking thing that goes on in your life. My house, my rules. Remember? Now kneel."