There would be no more sleep this night and most likely, no work later on.
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With Elsa undressed and bound, Victor guided her to the chaise. He was mentally worn out and too tired to be angry with her, both from work and from dealing with her constant insubordination. Even though he had trusted her enough to leave the cameras off and she had, once again, pounced on the opportunity to stick her nose into things she shouldn’t, he wasn’t surprised. She was simply being Elsa – curious, demanding, and infuriating. As usual.
As he circled around her and listened to the sound of her strangely calm and slow breathing, a sense of calm overtook him. With her at his feet, he felt like nothing in the world could possibly go wrong. Standing in front of her, he was ready to give her what she wanted and to get in return, what he was drawn to - total power.
Tonight he would demand that she submit completely to him. Tonight - he would own her.
22: Rise & Fall
Smoothing Elsa’s hair away from her face, Victor tied it in a knot behind her head. His touch felt kind. Warm. Welcome. The sounds of the music he had cued drifted all around her, filling her with a sense of urgency to have his hands on her and to have the pleasure that she hoped he would grace her with, rather than punishment.
“We don’t always get what we want, Elsa...” he spoke softly as he fingered the remaining loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I’m not ready to share my notes about you. I don’t know that I ever will be. That’s just something you’ll have to accept.”
She had hoped he would divulge and disappointment washed over her.
“But what we do get are the things we need…” he continued as his scent enveloped her in a drift of expensive cologne. “The things that are good for us even if we don’t know it at the time that they’re happening.” He paused to lightly chafe his shadow-beard across her jaw. “My life has been shitty at times, but it was what I needed to become the man I am today. Just as all the heartbreak you’ve endured is what you needed to become the strong woman that you are right at this moment.”
She shook her head no and turned away from him, but his hands gripped her head firmly.
“Even if it’s not what you want to hear, you know it to be true.”
She didn’t want his statement to be true. She didn’t want to believe his words, but they hung in the air above her like a thick mist after a summer storm. She swallowed noisily against the ball gag as she contemplated his words. Maybe he was right…
“We don’t always get what we want,” he repeated softer than before as he moved away from her.
The sound of his pants zipper being dragged down and the buckle of his belt hitting the floor made her lower belly tighten. The air moved around her and she felt the heat of his body in front of her.
"I know what you want, Elsa. I’ve known all along. I knew the first time we met in this house what you really wanted.” His fingertips sculpted the curve of her cheek before gliding downward to skim between her breasts and down her stomach. “You remind me without words what you want every single time we’re together.”
Even without sight, she could feel the weight of his scorching gaze on her skin.
“You want to be taken control of. To be made to do things that you’ve only imagined in that wicked head of yours. To be owned.”
The bunching and quivering of her muscles was felt beneath his hand as he ghosted it over her labia.
“I’m here to give you want and need, Peach. What we both need.”
His fingers loosened the strap at the back of her head, the gag falling to the floor with a soft thud. Her soft exhalation floated across her saliva-soaked mouth as the words to Hurricane by Thirty Seconds to Mars suddenly became louder. The deep bass rumbled through her body, heightening her senses. The mere touch of his hands made her skin tingle as he cupped her chin and held her head steady as he pushed the crown of his cock past her lips.
“This is what you need,” he whispered, delving into her mouth. “Take it all, Elsa.” His hands guided her head. His movements were slow, easy, relaxed. Her body went limp as the euphoria of the moment began to warm her. She felt his body move as he shifted his stance and his thrusts began to come rougher and at a more rapid pace.
“This…” he grunted as he pushed past her tonsils, making her gag loudly and her body stiffen. “This…” he breathed out as he pulled her against him, forcing the entire length of his cock into her throat, making her breathless.
She did her best to hold still, but as each second ticked by slowly, her lungs began to burn with the need for oxygen. All of her muscles tensed and just when she thought she would have to fight for her life, Victor released her, allowing her to take in a big gulp of air.
“You think I’m angry with you, but I’m not. I’m too tired to be angry. If I’m honest with myself and you, I’m proud of you. You’ve played this game admirably, Elsa, and this isn’t punishment. I’m simply giving you what you need.”
Over and over, he filled her throat, pushed her past her limit of comfort and made her struggle for air, and every time, she came closer to feeling as if she would fly.
“Fuck…” he moaned out when she swallowed against his shaft. The tightening of her throat muscles against his cock sent a painful ache shooting down her spine. His hands and body began to quiver when she did it again, and she knew that he needed this too.
In the blink of an eye, the blindfold was ripped from her eyes as he stared down at her. Once more, he held her against him. Her eyes began to water profusely, but she held his gaze. The same predatory look he had earlier was back
“No one will ever give you what I can,” he stared down at her, his voice steady and thick with lust. “No one will ever understand you the way I do. No one will ever understand me the way you do.” He spoke as if defending his case to her. “I’ve never told anyone the things I’ve told you. I don’t trust anyone the way I trust you.” A sudden look of panic flashed across his chiseled face. “We’ll never find this again with anyone else. Can’t you see that we belong together, even if it’s wrong?”
He pulled out of her mouth. “Do you want me to stop?” his eyes glistened with wanting. Her drool covered lips hung open as she waited for him to take her again. “All you have to do is tell me to stop, Elsa. Just say the word and I’ll end this sweet torture.”
She stared blankly up at him. She couldn’t say it. She didn’t want it to stop. Yes, she did need this, and she hated herself for it and him for being the one to open her eyes to the pleasures of surrendering one’s self. Goddamn him. This thing between them was wrong, but it felt right. Not always, but sometimes…
She closed her eyes but his voice boomed loudly above her. “Look at me. I need to see your eyes.” Her eyes flicked open and fixed on his mouth. “Tell me what you want,” he tipped her chin up.
“This,” she croaked out. “You,” she opened her mouth to accept him.
His eyes grew wild with some unknown emotion. Spots began to fill her vision when, yet again, he began fucking her mouth roughly and cutting her breath short. She almost lost her nerve when he held her longer and longer each time, but decided to give herself over to his relentlessness. When she did, she tried to relay her message of acceptance through her eyes.
The light around Victor’s face suddenly became blinding and his eyes brighter than she had ever seen. Her mouth was filled with the taste of him and when her vision began to gray, she suddenly felt as if she was floating above herself. Just when the feeling of warmth wrapped itself around her body, he let her loose. She choked and gasped, and inhaled so deeply an explosion detonated in her. What came next was a racking sob that overtook her body. When she began to shake uncontrollably, Victor fell to his knees and hugged her close.