MrBlack: Your version of the game begins tonight. I hope you’re ready.
*
Elsa was as ready as she was ever going to be as she slipped the key into the lock of Victor’s home. The loud click and sound of her heels on the tiled floor broke through her calm and she began to tremble. Setting her bag down at her feet, she took a moment to try and recall the song still in her head, Drowning by Banks, or something positive, but nothing came to mind. Not even Nate.
As she came out of her nervous haze, the faint sounds of music drifted from the bedroom and down the staircase. She knew the song well. It was one that was on her own playlist, Flaws by Bastille.
Climbing the stairs, she peeked into his office to see the monitors lit up and the cameras rolling. It was so strange that the man who had hid absolutely every detail of his life from her before, was now laying himself bare for her and allowing her to see the inner workings of his home and private life. A home he was now living in. She wanted to believe that it meant something, but she refused and reminded herself that every step of this game was methodical. He wanted her to think that she was special and that all this meant something, when in reality, it only meant that he was playing the game more fiercely than before.
She would do the same.
When she entered the bedroom, he came out of the bathroom, wearing only a loose fitting pair of running pants. His hair was still damp from his shower and the smell of soap and cologne filled the space, engulfing her in sexual awareness. She closed her eyes, her senses intoxicated with his smell and the vision of the hard lines of his body.
And that tattoo. She had been shocked to see it on his flesh, but it was so fitting, to think of him without it, seemed wrong.
As for her own, she had it touched up during her time away from 2500 East Grace Street. It was hard to see unless you knew what you were looking for, but it was there – one extra beautiful, fragile flower petal and a lone, craggy, broken branch that represented both Victor and Mr. Black.
When she opened her eyes, Victor was standing next to her, his pants now lying on the floor as he watched her. Her mind seesawed back and forth when he reached out and unhurriedly removed her clothes, his lips parting only to pant softly.
With nothing being said between them, the knot in her stomach unraveled with each word of the song. Gliding behind her, he pressed his body tightly against her, the outline of his shaft felt in her lower back. His long fingers raked over her skull and twisted in her hair before tracing the line of her waist and sliding down her belly.
Palming her pussy, he whispered into her ear, “I need you to remind me why I’m doing this…”
The uncertainty in his voice made her vacillate. Victor was doing it again - tugging at her heart. No. She couldn’t… She wouldn’t allow it. But how could she refuse his simple request? If the only reason he was giving into her demands was sex, she could live with that. She had given herself over freely to other men and for far less. Just as she accepted that all he wanted was her body in return for his secrets, he spun her around, his tortured eyes riveted on her mouth.
His large hands enveloped her face as he dipped his head down and kissed her with an urgency that took her by surprise. When his tongue delved into her mouth and she tasted sweet mint and cigarette, she fought against her own body as it began to give in to the heat of his kiss. She wanted him to stop, to beg him to stop, while simultaneously wanting him to kiss her into submission.
“This…” his voice cracked. “Your willing submission… You…”
The way he read her thoughts and the galvanizing look on his face, shook her. Bewilderment raced through her mind and, suddenly, she reconsidered her decision to hand over her list of questions. Maybe it wasn’t too late to back out… to run… to break it off completely, no matter what the consequences would be.
Before she could act, he walked her over to the bed and reached for the lubricant on the tallboy.
This again. Elsa’s muscles tensed and her lower belly immediately began to throb at the thought of Victor having that piece of her again.
Your Surrender by Neon Trees was the next song on his playlist. It didn’t surprise her. Nothing with Mr. Black was random. Everything down to the last detail, including the music, had been carefully crafted and planned out.
He laid her out on the bed, slowly easing his lubed fingers into her in preparation of taking her. Her eyes zoomed in on the look of concentration on his face as he slowly eased his cock into her bottom. As he gazed into her eyes, he licked his lips. “For all your strength and sass, this piece of your body that you’ve allowed me to have… screams of submission. Do you have any idea how irresistible you are when you submit to me?” his eyes drifted to some other place as his thrusts intensified.
Yes, she had an idea of how much. But she doubted it was nearly as irresistible as when he took possession of her body. Closing her eyes, she felt fingers slide into the place he hadn’t reclaimed yet. Her eyes fluttered open and glanced downward to his hand as two of his fingers pumped slowly in and out of her pussy while his cock remained in her ass. Over and over he hit that magical spot that only he had ever accessed. The wet sounds became louder as she neared her orgasm and her body began to writhe rhythmically against his palm. When his thumb found her clit, she mewled and began to pant softly.
Goddamn him for making her feel like this. For making her body react the way it did to his manipulations. If only Nate could’ve given her this.
“Give it to me, Elsa,” his words pierced her thoughts, “Give me what that husband of yours can’t give you.”
She flinched knowing he had spoken the truth, and also at the use of the word husband. He removed his fingers, making her unintentionally whine out. Reaching down, she patted her mound and slipped her own fingers inside herself. “Why can’t you just have sex with me like a normal man?” She eased her fingers in and out of her pussy. “Why does sex with you always have to be about who’s in control?”
A sly smile worked its way onto his mouth. “Because there’s nothing normal about me, and, Goddamn, I love being in control. But you already know that…” he trailed off as his slickened cock drove into her ass again, making her grunt. “Normal sex is boring… mundane… for the uninteresting sons of bitches who have no imagination or courage to take what they want. Like that fucking douchebag you’re going to marry. He could’ve had this part of you anytime and instead, he denied both of you the pleasure of it and squandered his opportunities away. And now it’s mine; this tight, delicious asshole of yours is all. Fucking. Mine,” he thrust harder. “Now tell the truth: you don’t really want to be fucked in some old boring, normal way, do you?”
No, she didn’t and he already knew that.
Swirling a finger around inside her pussy alongside hers, he continued. “This part of you belongs to your husband. But this other part of you,” leisurely he pulled out only to push back in, teasing her with his paced movements. “So tight...” he whispered so softly it was as if he was speaking to himself, his eyes trained on his shaft inside of her. “You have no idea how good this feels.” His irises darted to hers, the sharp line of his frown overtaking his pleasure. “If I find out you’ve given this piece of yourself to anyone else…”
Again, she winced. If only she had kept her damned mouth shut about Nate not wanting that part of her. And for fuck’s sake, Nate wasn’t her husband nor would he…
A deep thrust broke her concentration and she groaned from the mild pain as he stretched her ass to accommodate his girth, and pulled her fingers out.