“Drag me to the dark side, Victor Black, and show me what my body was made for.”
***
How was it possible that Elsa knew all the right words? Yes, he would drag her to his dark side and show her that her body was made for him. It was an invitation he wasn’t going to turn down. He buried his tongue inside her and withdrew it as he savored her clean flavor. Spreading her labia, he sunk his teeth in her clit, making her writhe uncontrollably. He ate her out until she was begging to come and his jaw ached, but he wasn’t ready for her climax. He stood, grabbed her hand and walked to the bedroom with her in tow.
He had stopped off at the hardware store the day he finalized paperwork on the brownstone and there were a few items he had been waiting for just the right moment to use on her. He doubted he would be able to use them as he didn’t know during his trip back from Cambridge what the extent of her injuries was. However, to his joy, he found her to be quite healthy and still able to be used for his pleasure.
In the walk-in closet, he reached on the top shelf and pulled down a long length of soft nylon rope and Elsa’s eyes rounded with fear when he approached her with it.
“Is this for what I said?” she backed away from him.
He shook his head. Her fear really was intoxicating.
“Then what are you doing?”
“Dragging you to the dark side, Peach. Isn’t that what you asked for?” he leaned into her and nipped her bottom lip.
She nodded and the heat from her core radiated off her body in waves. When she relaxed, he began to bind her wrists in a decorative knot he had learned to make back in his sailing days. Back when he and… his body stilled. Chapter One.
“Victor?”
He shook his head violently and picked up where he left off. Guiding her over to a corner of the room, he looped the end of the rope around a heavy-duty ceiling hook he had installed himself when he first bought the house.
“When did you put that here?” Elsa asked, looking up at the silver hook.
“Awhile ago,” he answered as he slowly began to pull the rope taut.
“Is your game always this organized and planned out?”
He let out a breathy chuckle at the look on Elsa’s face. She exuded a combination of anxiety and uncertainty.
He waggled his eyebrows at her playfully. “You have no idea the extent to which I plan these things out.”
With the first pull of the rope, a soft gasp escaped her and with each subsequent tug of the nylon, her body straightened and stretched until it finally came into perfect position as she rested on the balls of her feet.
“I’m afraid,” he heard her whisper so softly he almost missed it.
He paused to hold her head steady and his eyes caught and held hers. Her piercing brown eyes grew large and liquid and her bottom lip trembled faintly. She was genuinely fearful of him. But why? He had already told her that he would never harm her. There was more going on in her head than he could read just by studying her expression. If only he could read her thoughts…
“Why do you insist on making me repeat myself, Peach? I already told you I would never hurt you,” he cooed soothingly to try and ease her anxiety.
Her body swayed hypnotically but her apprehension remained. She didn’t trust him and could he blame her? He tried to concentrate on the beautiful and artistic image of her naked body and flowing hair down her back, but One was still lingering in the shadows. He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath and pushed the memories of that time of his life back to where they belong – in the far back corner of his never-to-be-recalled things. The same place most of his childhood memories resided.
Redirecting his attention on her face, he saw what she had been talking about – the small ray of light. It was there in her eyes, but e didn’t want any part of it. The light was a lie and offered nothing but false hope, yet it was there and she believed in it…
As he glided a hand down the center of her breasts, he stepped back. “If you want me to stop…”
Elsa’s soft, feminine and meek voice broke through as if she had sensed his desires “Do it, Victor. Use me. Force me to do your will. Make me feel alive. Show me your darkness and I’ll share my light.”
***
Still trying to catch her breath from the vicious fucking-while-being-suspended-in-mid-air she had just been submitted to, Elsa rubbed her raw wrists vigorously trying to get circulation back into them. She had never been more afraid of him than at that moment when the rope tightened and she was completely vulnerable to him. Chapter Five had flashed in her mind and the things he did to her. But she wasn’t Peyton and Mr. Black recognized that. She saw it in his tortured eyes when he almost stopped.
Lying next to Victor, she rolled onto her side and thrust a wrist in front of his face.
“I thought you said no irreparable damage?”
He laughed obnoxiously and pushed her hand away. “It’ll heal.”
She propped herself up onto an elbow and rested half her body on his chest to get a better look at him.“My mom is coming on Tuesday.”
Victor lifted his head off the pillow and stared at her a brief moment before responding. “Tuesdays and Wednesdays belong to me.”
Her mouth parted in shock. “Since when?”
“Since I added the new rule that in addition to weekends, Tuesdays and Wednesdays are also mine.”
“Don’t you think I should’ve been informed of this new rule?” she poked him in the ribs.
He shrugged his shoulders. “I planned on informing you. Eventually.”
“What other new rules do you have for me?”
He smiled evilly and leaned his head back, but kept his eyes locked onto hers. “You’re to play with yourself every work day during your lunch hour, record it and send it to me.”
“You’re impossible, Victor Laurenzo. Seriously, that’s the most ridiculous rule. First you say no masturbating and now you want me to…”
“Stop talking or else I’ll add another one. Anyway, my rules are subject to change at any time.”
She sighed miserably. It only served her right after having said he failed her. “Yes, well, just an FYI, Mr. Rule Maker, I signed an agreement that stated your house, your rules. Fingering myself at work isn’t in your house, so technically I don’t have to abide by that.”
“You’re getting awfully ballsy, Ms. Cassidy.” he narrowed his eyes. “Go ahead, then, don’t follow my rule because of a perceived technicality and see what happens. But for your information, I never said no masturbating, I said all your orgasms belong to me. Again, you’re speaking out of turn and assuming things, because my newest rule only states for you to play with yourself and nothing about coming. I never said I was going to allow you to orgasm without me, therefore, I’m not having you break any of my previous rules.”
Elsa swallowed hard. Leave it to Mr. Black to point out the finer points of his unreasonable stipulations. “You truly are the wickedest man I’ve ever met,” she pouted.
“You’ve just figured that out?” he smirked.
“But what about my mom?” she asked. “I mean, I can’t say no to her, Victor. She’s my mom. I miss her.”
His lightheartedness vanished and he twirled a lock of her hair between his fingers. “I wouldn’t really expect you to say no to her.”
She sighed and kissed him in appreciation of his kindness. She rested her chin on his chest as she looked up at the scar on his chin, wondering if it was caused by his mother. What a distressing thought. Seeing him stare up at the ceiling, she was reminded of the look on his face as he was binding her. He had seemed so tormented. She wanted to try and get to the bottom of it as gently as she could.
As she scanned his face for something, anything, the softness in his eyes was replaced with insolence and his expression grew serious.
“You’re doing it again – trying to figure me out. Stop.”