Victor rubbed his palm over his cock. She was such a little tease. Surely she knew how much he wanted her and how beautiful she was. Elsa’s eyes flicked to his hand and a rush of color stained her cheeks as the skirt pooled around her feet. Standing motionless, she looked to him as if pleading for something.
“Everything, Ms. Cassidy.”
Again, she stood frozen as if fighting an inner battle. Ten… Nine... Eight… Her cheeks and upper chest brightened to an even deeper pink. Seven... Six... Five… he was becoming more impatient and agitatedly shifted in his seat. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra, but held it in place over her breasts as her eyes scanned the floor anxiously.
“I have neither time nor patience for embarrassment,” he narrowed his eyes as they fixed on her panty-covered mound. Humiliation, yes. There was plenty of room for that. But he would not put up with shyness. She was gorgeous; flawless, in fact. No fake tits, not overly worked out. Absolutely fucking perfect. What the hell did she have to be modest about?
Elsa took in a big gulp of air, pushed her shoulders back and let her hands fall to her side. Her bra hit the wooden floor in a soft thud and she met his gaze boldly as her chest heaved with each of her labored breaths.
“That’s better. Now finish doing what I asked.”
Four... Three… Slipping her fingers underneath the lace over her hips, she paused. Victor lifted his bottom off the chair and reached into his pants to retrieve a pocket knife. Apparently she required assistance in doing what he had asked.
Standing, he moved behind her.
“Victor…” she whispered tensely when the knife opened with a click.
Wrapping an arm around her upper shoulders, he pulled her close to his body and placed a hand over her mouth to silence her. “That’s Mr. Black. I won’t say it again. Now I’ve already told you that you’re physically safe within these walls. Now hush,” he barked.
He slid the blade of the knife under the delicate fabric of her panties and in one quick motion, cut them off of her, catching them in his hand.
“I detest undergarments, Elsa. I don’t care how sexy they are, they’re the biggest cock-block known to man. Rule number one: never wear them. Not in my presence or anywhere else. Am I clear?”
He brought the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. Her scent erased all logical thoughts from his brain and filled him with the kind of lust that made his dick harden painfully. Flicking his tongue over the bend of her neck, he sunk his teeth into her soft flesh just hard enough to leave a mark without drawing blood, causing her to squeal her answer.
“Yes…”
He would be content if that one single word was the only one that came from her mouth. Victor laughed to himself. Who the hell was he kidding? He loved the word no, too, when spoken in the right context.
***
The drafty house sent goosebumps over Elsa’s bare skin. Pushing back against Mr. Black, she tried to sap some of the fierce heat he was putting off. His firm, toned body and stiff cock pressing into her lower back made her pant uncontrollably, despite her best efforts to appear impervious to his touch. His large hand glided down her upper chest and squeezed a breast, his fingers plucking at the tight bud of her nipple.
“I expect you to get back on birth control…” he whispered into her ear.
Her arousal turned to exasperation. He knew too much about her, but how? How could one man delve so deeply into her history as to know she had been off the pill since her break up with Patrick? Why the hell was that any of his business, anyway?
“I’ve made an appointment for you with a gynecologist on Monday afternoon. Choose something that will delay your periods and minimize PMS. I don’t want your menstrual cycle interfering with our time together.”
If the sound of Mr. Black’s voice wasn’t so damned sexy and the hot breath from his mouth so enticing, she might have been a little more put off at how casually overbearing his statement was. He was clearly a man who had done this sort of thing before and every part of his plan with her was well-thought out.
“You’re to be here, in this house, showered and ready for me every Saturday at 9:00 a.m. whether or not I’m here. Weekends belong to me, Elsa, but know that our time is not strictly limited to those days. You are expected to be at my service whenever you receive a message from me. You have exactly forty five minutes from the time you receive my word to be here and prepared for me. Seeing as you have no one in your life, I don’t foresee this being a problem.”
Elsa rolled her eyes and sighed. How fucking polite of Mr. Black to point out the painfully obvious. Without warning, he spun her around and gripped her jaw agonizingly tight.
“Don’t ever disrespect me in my house, Ms. Cassidy,” he growled, his nostrils flaring with fury.
Her body stiffened. She hadn’t meant to be disrespectful. Strange and disquieting thoughts began to race through her mind. Mr. Black had control issues the likes of which she had never encountered. Taken aback with his sudden aggressive reaction, she offered no reply causing him to shake her face harshly as his temper flared.
“Should I write all this down for you?” he spat the words out contemptuously.
“No, I can remember everything.”
“Good, because I don’t like repeating myself,” he replied sharply, his green eyes clawing at her like talons.
“Yes, Mr. Black,” Elsa whispered while offering a demure smile to appease him and reassure him that she would follow his rules.
His anger abated somewhat under the warm glow of her smile and exhilaration fluttered in her belly. What was it about this unpredictable man that made her want to please him? Was she just so desperate for attention that it didn’t matter who the man was? The blatant mischief in his eyes forced her to realize she didn’t care what the reason was.
Leaning into him, Elsa closed her eyes and tipped her head forward. She wanted to feel his mouth on her and to taste the cigarette and mint again. Pulling back, a visible flicker of apprehension passed over his face.
“I’m not interested in anything other than fucking you. I want to make that perfectly clear.”
She thought she detected a hint of sadness in his eyes as he spoke, but he quickly recovered and focused on her with a hard glare. Content to just be his fuck for now, she held out hope. Maybe, just maybe… she shook her head. There was no room to think about the future.
“I understand,” her ironic tone concealed the mixed emotions she was feeling. Looking past him and out at the bright day, she countered, “I’m not looking for anything more, either.”
He gripped her chin, forcing her to face him. His deep-green eyes darkened as they locked eyes and an accusing smile flitted across his mouth. “If you intend on deceiving me, you’re going to have to try harder.”
Her mouth parted, her defense ready to spill out when Mr. Black’s mouth slammed down onto hers. He heaved her into his firm embrace and brutally ravished her mouth, his kiss punishing and angry. His tongue stabbed into her open mouth as his hand glided down her back to her nude ass, sending shivers of desire pulsing through her. Digging his fingers into her fleshy bottom, her moan of pain could barely be heard smothered against his lips. Elsa’s brain went blank and her body went limp in his arms. No one had ever kissed her so passionately before. She couldn’t think or breathe or move. All she could do was accept his forceful tongue in her mouth and his powerful embrace.
Tugging at her hair and undoing her bun, he withdrew from her to breathe against her greedy mouth, “I want your hair down at all times when in my presence,” before recapturing her lips again.
Yet another ridiculous rule. How many would there be? Elsa partitioned off a special folder in her brain titled Black’s Rules. She suspected it wouldn’t be long until the allotted space would be overflowing with absurd stipulations. She didn’t give a damn. She would follow his rules to the end of time so long as he kept kissing her the way he was.