“Victor, please,” she begged.
“There’s no need to beg for it, Peach,” he purred against her neck.
Victor’s body shifted and she could hear the zipper of his pants and the jingle of belt. Suddenly her apprehension turned to something she didn’t expect – excitement. He was really going to fuck her in this alley and the knowledge left her both thrilled and frightened.
Her stomach clenched when she felt his mouth on her bottom, his tongue seeking gratification. She pressed her palms against the cold stone and instinctively pushed her rear-end out to him, wanting his tongue inside of her.
“That’s it, give into me…” he moaned out as he licked the crack of her ass and briefly dipped his tongue into her anus.
This…Yes, this delicious thing he was doing… Elsa mewled with delight with each thrust of his tongue into that forbidden place. It had been so long since she felt the pleasure of this sinful thing. She accepted his mouth and drowned out the sounds of people walking by only feet away and focused on the wet, sucking sounds coming from his mouth on her ass. It was only the two of them she repeated over and over. She had to convince herself of it or else she couldn’t go through with Victor’s game plan.
Abruptly standing up, she felt Victor’s wet fingers poke into her rectum - first one, then two inserted gently. His movements stilled when she contracted down onto his digits and he waited until she relaxed. Slowly, centimeter-by-centimeter, he worked them in and out of her as his mouth descended once more on her neck.
He began to suck and gnaw so fiercely, it was all she could do not to scream. The exquisite pain was so overwhelming, but felt so damned good. As she eased into his rhythm, the head of his warm shaft was felt near her ass. Steadily, he pushed in.
“God damn, Elsa…” he murmured.
God damn was right. No one existed in that moment; it was just the two of them fucking in the shadows of that dingy, smelly alley. With each penetration, he pushed deeper until she felt his balls hit her pussy.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Victor drew her to him and buried his face in her hair which was now damp with sweat and hiding her eyes.
“The next breath you take, you’ll be you screaming for me to allow your release. I may or may not give you my consent. It all depends on how freely you let those beautiful tears of yours flow. So if you want to come… cry for me, Elsa.”
Nothing about this man was sublime. He was intense, irrational, passionate and uncompromising, and Elsa couldn’t get enough. Snaking his hand from her belly down to her pussy, he thrust his two middle fingers into her as he continued to pump into her ass unrelentingly. He tugged at her vagina’s inner wall making her bite her lip so hard, she tasted her own blood. He wanted her tears… but why? What was it about her tears that aroused him?
“Don’t make me ask again,” he growled low and deep as he bit into the nape of her neck.
The throbbing in her neck was severe enough it drowned out the pleasure in her bottom. He dug his fingers deeper into her sex and thrust balls deep into her ass as the pain and pleasure fought against one another to overtake her.
Her lower belly began to pulsate and her loins heated to an unbearable temperature. She was close. Rising on her tip toes ready to come, Victor’s hand stilled as he clutched at her pussy harshly.
“Tears, Elsa. I don’t see them.”
Her body began to quiver and she tried to force the tears to come, but it was no use. “I want to come, please make me come…” she panted out as she ground her ass back onto his pulsating shaft.
She thrashed her head back and forth and began to whimper with need.
“You’re so close, I can feel it. Just cry for me… give me your tears…”
Victor’s usually demanding voice was all at once unfamiliar and different - vulnerable and desperate.
“Don’t deny me, Elsa. Give them to me…” he whispered in her ear.
He thrust his fingers into her again to give her release and the devastating sound of his husky voice crushed her. His desire was a like a drug, lulling her to euphoria and she turned her head to look at him.
“Yes, Victor,” she nearly sobbed at the sight of his black eyes dazzling with fury and yearning.
Wanting nothing more than to give him what he wanted, she conjured the worst of her memories. Dredging up each time her heart had been broken and how desolate she felt every time a lover told her goodbye, the tears began to stream down her flushed cheeks. This time they had come freely and with no anger behind them, and she didn’t feel wrong about having done it. The reward for her tears was sweeter than she could’ve ever imagined when she saw elation in his normally tortured eyes. This man, Victor Laurenzo, had opened up something within her and had dragged her to the dark side to show her what her body was made for – him.
A satisfied smile graced his rugged and magnificent face and he plunged one last time into her. Grunting loudly, his cock twitched and she felt his warm release. He remained inside of her as he continued to finger her until her climax came only a few short moments later. He quickly withdrew from her and spun her around to kiss each of her eyes and swipe away her tears with his thumbs.
The last of her orgasm slowly subsided, leaving her in a weakened state and Victor held her steady as he stared down into her eyes, imploring her for some unknown thing.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when you cry?” She shook her head no, still too fatigued to speak. “Then I’m happy to be the first.”
12: Layers
Feeling weary, Elsa collapsed onto the chaise as soon they arrived back at the brownstone leaving Victor to carry her up to the master suite and undress her. He was momentarily reminded of having to care for his mother while he cleaned her up as she slept, though this was by far more pleasurable.
As Eight slept, he reached for the key around his neck only to find it missing. He shot her an accusing look as he stood glaring down at her. His jaw clenched at the thought of her going behind his back and snooping into things that were none of her fucking business. But he would’ve read deception on her face. Wouldn’t he have? He casually looked around the room thinking perhaps it had come off during their violent exchange that morning. Something glinted against the overhead bedroom light next to the chair and there it sat – the skeleton key on a chain. He sighed with relief. He was glad to not have to dole out any more punishment.
He placed it back around his neck and tucked her in, pecking her on the forehead before he went into spare room to journal his thoughts. Once in there, he decided against watching the video footage of Eight’s torment. It was still plenty vivid in his memory, so there was no need. He reached for his briefcase and noticed the latch open. He stared at it for a moment trying to remember if he had left it like that. He blinked several times and looked around the room to see if anything was out of place. It all looked as he had left it and he shook his head. He was getting paranoid in his old age.
Resting his legs on the desk, he leaned the chair back and began penning his feelings.
Rules were broken tonight, my rules for myself to be specific. I suppose it was an experiment not only for you, but me. Being with a subject in an uncontrolled environment is a new twist in the game. But change is good, not only for you Eight, but for me as well. It keeps me on my toes and my mind alert.