How could Mr. Black allow his sexual attraction threaten an established family? And Jordan… he was now on her shit-list for doing the same thing her father had done. Still… she was too intrigued to stop reading.
Pre-activity:
You’re a difficult man to deal with, but I will hold steadfast until you get a clean bill of health. I will not waiver on that point.
It has now been two weeks and you still have not proven your sexual cleanliness to me. Your casualness and seemingly less-than-affected attitude about making me wait is grating on my nerves. I don’t fucking wait, C4. Not for anyone. I have given you three days to either do so or else I will move on, despite how I much I want to be buried inside your ass.
The deadline was not met and I was already seeking another subject when you came to me with your papers. You will pay for making me wait for you.
Surveillance Notes:
Ever the doting husband and father, aren’t you? It makes me laugh. You kiss your wife with the same mouth that was wrapped around my cock only minutes after proving yourself to me. How many other dicks have you sucked, C4? I digress.
As usual, you’ve proven that people are creatures of habit. Your days are just as mundane as all the rest of my Chapters: eat, sleep, work, shit, repeat. But where’s your sex life? A man of your stamina surely needs release on a daily basis as do I. However, I have yet to see you engage in intercourse with your spouse. If I had a stunning woman like that waiting for me at the end of the day, I sure as hell wouldn’t be jacking off to internet porn. I’d be splitting her sweet pussy open every night until she couldn’t walk. Perhaps your lack of arousal for the female form is the problem. My form, however, had no trouble eliciting stimulation on your part, did it?
Weekend 1:
Your physical exam was volatile and rushed. I’m not sure how many other male lovers you’ve had in the past, but this one will not be topped. What should’ve been a simple assessment turned into not only a battle of wills but a struggle to see who was stronger. I won. But that’s because I’m not afraid to play dirty. Those balls of yours that you think are so big felt good cupped in my hand as I squeezed the insolence out of you. You will learn to obey me, C4, and when I say bend over, you better fucking bend over. I took that tight ass of yours and owned it, and what sweet ecstasy it was. You are my first male lover and our first time together was every bit as good as I had imagined.
Elsa put the document down, conflicted by the arousal she was feeling. She ran her hand up the inside of her thigh and stilled, remembering Mr. Black’s rule. Her eyes darted around and peered out the window she was sitting near. It was absurd how in such a short period of time he already had her trained like Pavlov’s dog to fear his ever-lingering presence. All she needed now was the sound of a bell to make her start panting and salivating while she waited for his touch.
Suddenly her phone chirped with a text message from Mr. Black and she rolled her eyes. There was his damned bell.
Mr.Black: Why are you at work?
She really couldn’t get away with anything with this guy.
ElsaC: There was nothing for me at home.
Mr.Black: What’s at work for you this late at night?
She mentally kicked herself for not thinking before responding.
ElsaC: Things to keep my idle hands busy.
Not three minutes later there was a loud bang on her locked office door. Elsa quickly shoved the document into the nearest drawer knowing immediately who it was. She didn’t even see his vehicle parked out front. His stealthy ways never ceased to amaze and annoy her.
She tried to compose herself and took a deep breath before she opened the door. Victor pushed his way in and looked around the room frantically as if searching for something.
“What are you looking for?” she asked, perplexed by his demeanor.
Without saying anything, he opened the door to her private restroom and scanned the room before facing her.
“Why are you here with your door locked, Elsa?” he put his hands on his hips and glared down at her as his shoulders heaved with his ragged breathing.
“I already told you, there’s nothing at home for me.”
“You’re holding something back. I can see it. You’re nervous,” his voice was rough with anxiety.
Victor was good at reading body language. Then again, Elsa had always been a terrible liar and it wasn’t difficult to see through her.
She blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Whose fault is that? You make me nervous. I’m always afraid of what you’re going to do to me.”
It wasn’t a complete lie. In fact, it was the truth even if she was holding back that she had been reading his private thoughts. Victor shifted and ran his fingers through his hair. His body was still tense and she began to wonder what he thought she had been up to.
“What did you think was going on here?”
He shook his head but said nothing.
Her eyes widened when she saw the look of guilt easily readable on his face. “Oh, my God. Are you jealous?”
He rejected the notion straight away and looked past her. “Don’t flatter yourself. But just to clarify, rule number eight is that you’re to have no other lovers except me during our time together.”
The possessive desperation in his voice spoke more to his feelings than his could-care-less attitude and Elsa knew without a doubt he had been worried she was with another man.
To put his mind at ease she touched his chest. “Why are you so suspicious of me? I’ve never led you to believe I wanted to be with anyone else.”
He stepped back and puckered his mouth. “Well whose fault is that?” he mocked. “With your history of having affairs with coworkers…” he waved his hand and moved toward her desk.
The force of his cross reply took her off guard and she winced at his stern and unsympathetic words. He had a hell of a lot of nerve bringing up her past considering what he had been up to.
“You’re free to leave,” she narrowed her eyes at him.
Victor whirled to stare at her, his broad-carved face twisted in anger. “Excuse me?”
“You’re in my house and my rules apply here, so if you’re just going to bring up my mistakes, then get out.”
His mouth gaped open. Had no one ever dismissed him before?
“We all have things in our past we’re not proud of and I don’t need your condescending-I’m-Mr.-Perfect attitude.”
“I’m not perfect,” he gritted his teeth as he scanned her head-to-toe.
“I know,” she huffed. “What part of get out didn’t you understand?” she snapped.