“… I’ll make their lives hell…” he continued. “I swear it, Elsa. This piece of you belongs to me,” his mouth twitched with agitation and his stare turned glacial.
She writhed beneath him, frightened by his threatening statement, but he felt so damned good…so, so good… Why couldn’t he just shut the hell up and fuck her?
“Tell me something…” his silky, soft tone comforted her. “Why do you look so uncomfortable when I use the word husband?” “
She abhorred that he could read her so well and that he had fooled her for even a split second with his trickery. Thrashing her head back and forth, she held her tongue, angry that every thrust had to be followed by a vindictive statement.
A hard pinch of her labia between his thumb and index finger followed by a tug caused her eyes to pop open as she squealed out from the weirdly pleasurable and painful sensation.
“Tell me why you look disgusted when I call that man your husband, when you’re the one who said yes to his fucking proposal,” he ordered, his voice thickening with a combination of desire and aggravation.
“Because he’s not my husband…”
Victor swiftly cut her off, “Yet,” he whispered, frustrating her even more.
But she promptly continued. “…and I’m not disgusted with the word, I’m disgusted with myself for being here with you and…” she bit her bottom lip.
“And what?” He pinched harder, yanking at her pussy lips once more, making her unwanted admission spill out of her.
“And loving what you’re doing to me,” she whimpered. He opened his mouth but she cut him off, annoyed beyond belief, “Please just fuck me and stop talking!”
That same damned haughty grin spread over his chiseled, rugged face and he pushed his fingers into her again, stroking her G-spot and rewarding her for speaking truthfully.
Mere moments before her release, he eased his fingers out. Grabbing a hold of his cock, he pulled all the way out, only to push back deeply into her tight canal again. Then, repeated, all the way out, only to be pushed in balls deep. Over and over, he tortured her with his slowly paced invasion, his eyes fixated on his shaft. She began to claw at the red velvet fabric below her as the orgasm began to build within her again. She didn’t think it was possible, hell, she didn’t even know it was possible, to have an orgasm from this kind of sex, but it was there… just within reach as he hit her G-spot through her ass when he tipped his pelvis.
Without warning, the wetness between her legs flowed and she screamed out, her voice cracking from the shrillness. Fisting her own hair, her body convulsed as his anal assault continued until every last drop of her come was released. When she finally opened her eyes, Victor’s eyes grew wild with lust. Leaning down on top of her, he pushed her knees against her chest, ready to deliver a pile driver into her ass. He plunged into her as he rested the weight of his body on the back of her knees and steadied himself on his toes. Too exhausted to care about the wet mess she was laying in, Elsa lay limp beneath him and out of breath as he got his release too, his warm come filling her as he dove deep and grunted his satisfaction.
Finished, he slowly withdrew, stroked his cock a few times and stood next to the bed. Eyeing the wet spot, he casually remarked, “It looks like I’ll have to give the dry cleaning man a call again.”
8: Q&A
Still weary from her orgasm, Elsa closed her eyes. Just as she felt her body drift into sleep, Victor’s arms encompassed her, lifting her off the mattress. With her eyes still shut, she felt them descend the stairs and then her body gently placed down onto the sofa. Prying her eyes open, she stretched out. He disappeared a moment later, leaving her alone. Her stomach rumbled with hunger and her mouth felt parched. She glanced over her shoulder, thinking he would be in the kitchen making them something to eat, but he was nowhere to be seen.
When he reappeared, he had a small treasure box in his hand that was adorned by a brass, lockless latch. Sitting down next to her, he placed the wooden chest onto the table and reached inside, bringing out two sets of leather restraints.
Elsa’s nerves tingled as he secured them around her wrists and ankles, hooking them together and immobilizing her with her arms behind her back. Leaning down, he sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, and blew across the damp nipple as he watched it pucker. Licking three fingers, he pressed them into her folds and circled them around, making her writhe from his sensual touch.
Was this a test? Was he planning on more sex? She had no idea. Nor did she care. She was there to give into his wants and she fully accepted that.
Next, he retrieved a blindfold. Dread filled her gut. Anything that involved a blindfold with Mr. Black was never good. As he reached behind her to secure it, her fleeting thought about giving into his wants floated away. After readjusting it over her eyes several times, he seemed satisfied.
When she opened her mouth to speak, something was swiftly placed into it - something malleable, yet firm and had the taste of an old rubber band or plastic. It filled her entire oral cavity and awkwardly held her jaw open. When she felt straps being manipulated behind her head, she realized that it was a ball-gag.
He picked her up in his arms and walked a few steps before delicately setting her down on the floor. The velvet rubbing against her back let her know that she was against the chaise lounge. Movement, shifting of her body and arms, and she was securely restrained to the foot of the lounger.
“This is how it has to be if you want to know my secrets,” he began to explain. “My terms,” she heard him moisten his lips. “I won’t have you running out the door when you hear something you don’t like. I don’t want you asking anything more,” he continued to clarify as drool began to pool out of her mouth and down her chest. “And I can’t bear your eyes on me,” his husky voice melted into a whisper.
She sat quietly contemplating all that his terms entailed because she was given no other choice, motionless because she was restricted to a small space, sightless because her vision had been stripped from her, and chilled because she was exposed and nude.
Elsa was now totally under Mr. Black’s control. Or was it Victor? With her ability to fight him, taken away from her, she prayed it was Victor.
Her hearing suddenly became acutely sharp and the smallest sounds seemed amplified. Her heartbeat. The rush of blood through her veins. A gust of wind outside. Her own soft panting. Light traffic on the street. Victor’s footsteps striding to the other side of the room. A zipper. Small things being sifted around. The rustle of a piece of paper being unfolded.
The list.
Paced movements and heavy steps on the carpeted floor. A deep sigh. An irritated grunt. Heavy breathing.
He was reading it. Would he give her what she wanted?
The weight of his body being tossed onto the chaise next to her was felt and the warmth of his body flowed over her.
“Why you want to know this shit is beyond me,” he grumbled. “Here goes nothing,” his voice changed.
Mr. Black was now present.
The scent of her own sex mingled with his caught her off guard and she leaned into him, mesmerized by the intoxicating aroma.
Minutes passed as she sat uncomfortably on the floor with saliva dribbling down her breasts and her legs uncomfortably tucked beneath her. She stretched her fingers and splayed her toes to get circulation back into them while wondering if Victor would ever follow through.
Just when she was beginning to give up hope, his deep voice sent goose bumps shimmying over her flesh.
“The first memory I have is of lying in my bed, watching as my mother vomited nearby. The smell of it…” he gulped loudly. “It made me wretch. I must’ve been around three years old. Maybe younger. I was hungry. Thirsty…”