Sitting up straighter, Mr. Black ground out between gritted teeth, “Do you have somewhere to be? Is your fiancé waiting to give you your birthday fuck?”
The resentment in his expression and words were undeniable and barely masked his hurt. Wanting to put him at ease and make the most of the remainder of her birthday, she spoke softly and shook her head. “I don’t have anywhere to be. I can spend all night with you if you want.”
His hardened eyes softened, and his pinched brows relaxed. Gradually, he stood, reached for his pants that were still lying on the floor and removed a key. Moving directly in front of her, he lowered himself to his knees and opened the cuff, releasing her wrist. Gently, he rubbed circulation back into it before attempting to stand. She promptly tugged him back down to his knees in front of her and held his face steady.
“I want you to give me my birthday fuck,” she whispered, ghosting her lips over his.
His unruly gaze fixed on her as he moistened his lips and dipped his head down between her legs to sink his teeth into the flesh of her thigh. “How do you want that fuck… rough or gentle?” his question came out muffled against her skin.
Bucking her hips upward to meet his mouth which slowly inched its way to her pussy, she answered, “Yes.”
***
Both rough and gentle. Yes, Victor could accommodate her. And he would send her back to her fiancé, too physically exhausted to satisfy him. It would be his gift to that asshole for not giving her the affection she deserved.
In one smooth motion, he lifted her off the chair and plopped her down onto the nearby desk, hiking her skirt up over her hips. With no lead-in foreplay, he buried his face between her legs and buried his tongue deep into her cunt. He loved the flavor of her, the quietly seductive taste that clung to her skin – salty sweat masked by soap and perfume. He inhaled, dragging her aromatic and unique scent into his lungs. Peach. His Peach. His Elsa.
Her fingers twisted in his hair and her nails on his scalp sent a rush of desire that traveled down his spine. Visions of unbridled, raging sex had his head spinning and blood and adrenaline pumping through his veins to his cock. He glanced upward, the shadow of her dark nipples seen against the fabric of her shirt. He reached up and tore it, the delicate material shredding under his grip, making her pant and giggle wildly.
That laugh. That smile. Her brown eyes lit up with excitement as he gripped the back of her neck and crushed his lips against hers. Her mouth was sweet and damp, her tongue stroking against his. Reaching down, she ripped the towel from around his waist and dug her nails into his ass cheeks as she greedily sucked at his tongue. He picked her up and stumbled to the closest wall where he pinned her with savage finesse. With her legs wrapped around his waist and their lips interlocked, he reached down and guided the head of his shaft to her pussy. He thrust deeply, swiveling his hips around until he found the spot that made her scream out. Her body was tight and hot, her hands clawing at the back of his neck and making urgent demands.
Over and over, he pumped and thrust, rocking his hips and violently slamming her body against the wall until a picture next to them loosened and swung uncontrollably. He squeezed a hand between them and wrapped his fingers around her throat, making her breath hitch. Her eyes grew languid under his control and a new surge of passion ripped through him at the unruly look on her face.
She had given him free reign; something no other chapter had done. Not completely. Her eyes clenched shut and he pumped into her, giving her what she had asked for. Rough. His hand tightened around her throat as his mouth took possession of her lips. A feeling of complete authority surged through him when he felt the steady beat of her artery against his fingertips. He freed her and she screamed against his mouth as her release lashed through her. Electricity jolted from his balls, up his spine, and centered in his brain. When her pussy quivered around his shaft, his own unexpected climax began to rip through him. Dazzling pinpoints of light clashed and detonated behind his closed eyelids as he came, and he couldn’t stop his long, ragged groan of release.
“Victor,” she whispered as her hard body heaved and went limp in his arms.
Her voice held a breathy, sensuality that stirred him. Yes, it was Victor that had just fucked her senseless. Him. Not Mr. Black. And he had satisfied her.
He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down.
Leaning over her, he pushed her sweat dampened locks away from her shimmering eyes and traced the dip of her sternal notch. She felt small and vulnerable and soft in his arms. She felt right. With his forehead pressed against hers, he stared into her eyes filled with heated desire.
“Often when we’re apart, my cock gets so unbelievably hard when dreaming up ways to push your limits.” She burrowed her face into the hollow of his neck and a low, rumbling growl emitted from her throat. His spontaneous confession and her reaction to it made him laugh nervously.
He paused to admire her laying there warm and content, nestled against him. The thought of fucking her gently made his blood simmer and his body grow tight with need. When he saw the light of understanding in her big, dark eyes at the way his body was responding to her, he nipped her bottom lip and growled, “To be continued…”
13: Accountable
Elsa woke with the sun shining brightly through the sheer curtains. Her body ached deliciously, but her thoughts were a jumbled mess. Her dreams had been tortured with the images of Victor and Nate dueling for her attention. It was not something she ever wanted to see or experience in real life. In her dream, she had felt torn between them, wanting them both and yet, wanting neither.
The chirp of her phone woke her fully. She reached for it to see Nate’s name flash across the screen.
Nate: I stopped by your house last night to talk. Where did you stay?
She tried to swallow the shame that seemed to be permanently lodged in her throat, but only gagged on it. She had been the same place where he had been; with someone else. She knew by the look on his face at the party and the reason for his quick departure, that he had made other plans. And why shouldn’t he? He didn’t owe her anything.
She left the message unanswered and reached for the note and small box that was lying next to her.
You’re more than just a chapter to me. You always will be. Happy Birthday.
-V.
All she could think about was the way Victor’s fingers raked over her body the night before and how hard he had been for her… The look in his eyes as the man sucked him off... The feeling of his body rubbing up against hers… Just the thought of his hands on her gave her more sexual awareness than she had in months. He had given her a night that she would never forget.
She read the note two more times, scrutinizing every word. It was flawless and, no doubt, plotted out methodically. Victor knew how to get into her head and that’s exactly what he was doing. He was fully aware that by giving her what she had asked for, in every sense, it would make it impossible to stop playing his game. How could she after he set off every nerve in her body and fired every synapse in her brain? He also knew what she craved. She knew for certain that he had been watching her at the party and had seen the distance between her and Nate.
And now these beautiful words. But that’s all they were - words on a piece of paper. Letters strung together. No emotion behind them.
He was wrong if he thought she couldn’t see where this was heading… Straight down a road that ended with her getting screwed over.
She fingered the box, the whisperings of temptation prickling at her nerves. Slowly, she untied the ribbon and peeled the wrapping away. Under the lid sat the most sensual pieces of jewelry she had ever seen. She knew immediately what they were, having seen them in a sex toy magazine - a sterling silver pair of heart and crystal embellished nipple shields with a matching labia clip chain.