Tugging at her hair andundoing her bun, he withdrew from her to breathe against her greedymouth, “I want your hair down at all times when in my presence,”before recapturing her lips again.

Yet another ridiculousrule. How many would there be? Elsa partitioned off a specialfolder in her brain titled Black’sRules. She suspected it wouldn’t belong until the allotted space would be overflowing with absurdstipulations. She didn’t give a damn. She would follow his rules tothe end of time so long as he kept kissing her the way hewas.

***

Abruptly Victor backed awayfrom Elsa, leaving her a wet, breathless mess and drew the chairthat sat behind him up close to her. His pulse was still poundingfrom their kiss and he had to fight the irresistible urge to takeher. It was all about the anticipation and he intended prolongingit as long as feasibly possible.

Slowly and seductively, hisgaze slid down her body as he seated himself. He drank in the imageof her, etching into his brain each of her scars and wrinkles Hewould memorize every inch of her body from the outside-in, from thecolorful cherry blossom tattoo that began just above her pelvicbone and crept sexily up her ribcage, to her endearing laugh lines,to the soft curves of her waist, to her firm calves, to the smallmole on her left ass cheek and everything in between. Then, andonly then, would he learn how she felt from the inside.

Elsa moved forward, but hefirmly put his hand up, halting her. She had proven how easy it wasto read her lies and now it was time to test her threshold ofhumiliation.

“It’s time for yourphysical examination. Face away from me and grab your ankles,” hecommanded, his voice thick and steady.

A probing query came intoher eyes and her normally inquisitive demeanor darkened with rawmortification. A cherry pink blush slowly crept over her cheeks ashis words sank in. Ten... Nine...Eight...

“You can’t be serious,” shesuddenly paled, her voice a stifled and unnaturalwhisper.

Victor was enthralled bywhat he saw - the beginnings of humiliation and realization. For aninstant, his glance sharpened. He measured her with a coolappraising look as he stared back in waiting silence, ignoring herstatement.

Seven...Six… He let out an audible andagitated sigh. Five…

She swallowed loudly andwoodenly turned her body away. Four...Three... Victor had hoped the day’sactivities wouldn’t include punishment, but… Two…

Just as the numberone eased intohis subconscious, Elsa bent over and grabbed a hold of her ankles,exposing her entire self to him, opening her body to hismanipulations. Victor bit into his lower lip until it throbbed. Itwould be so easy to fuck her, with the way her pussy was invitinghim and its glistening folds taunting him. He tipped his chair ontothe front legs and took hold of her waist to steady her. Just onemore taste. From her clit to her anus, he licked slowly, savoringher feminine flavor. He dug his fingertips brutally into her hips,leaving his mark and making her body quake. As he nibbled a cheek,he slid his two middle fingers deep into her pussy.

“Thoroughly wet andsufficiently tight,” he whispered, making her wince. He liked herreaction so much, he felt compelled to add more to her discomfort.“So tight and so wet. Such a dirty girl…” he drew out the wordsslowly.

His flesh prickled when hefelt her body heat from embarrassment. He pumped his digits inslowly at first, then more rapidly. The newness of Elsa’s body wasa welcome change from that of Seven. Even her grunts and groans ofpleasure were more appealing. Everything about her was morefascinating. Proud of himself for having chosen her from amongstthe crowd at The Brewery, he smiled smugly. Her gasps of delightbegan to come closer together and her inner walls contracted aroundhis digits. Yanking his fingers out, he sucked at her swollen clitfor yet another taste, unable to deny himself thesatisfaction.

“More than satisfactorilysucculent,” he breathed against her pussy.

Just as his crotch cooledwith the wetness of precum, his watch chirped, reminding him of hisappointment. He hissed and cursed under his breath. The fuckingreal world was beckoning him and he hesitantly brought his chairback onto all fours.

“We’re done here,” hegriped, annoyed he hadn’t gotten to feel her pussy quiver withorgasm around his tongue, taste her come or finish with hisexamination.

Elsa stood and faced himwith a hurt expression on her face as her breasts rose and fellwith her excited breathing. Victor watched her closely, trying toread her thoughts, though it took no genius to figure out why shewas frustrated. He was upset at their interruption as well. He hadplanned on at least fucking her mouth before his appointment andnow he was kicking himself for having made her wait so long whilehe watched her roam about the house and nap. He had almost beencaught in the act of playing the voyeur when she had tried to pickthe lock of his surveillance room and he made a mental note to havethe door more securely fastened before the next weekend.

Standing, he pushed a straywisp of her hair from her eyes and leaned forward to kiss herforehead. His lips touched her skin before he realized what he haddone. Without saying anything more, he retrieved his briefcase andmoved toward the entrance.

“You’re to be here waitingfor me when I get back,” he gave his final word as he opened thedoor.

Standing in the middle ofthe room, Elsa faced him. “When will that be?”

“Whenever I seefit.”

“But I haven’t broughtanything with me for a weekend stay…” her melodic voice drifted offas he closed the door behind him.

6: Rules

Weaving in and out of traffic, Victor sped to the VirginiaState Penitentiary. The meeting he had been trying to get fornearly a month was finally upon him. Once on the highway, heglanced in the rear-view mirror and ran his fingers through hisdark hair. He spied a gray hair at his temple and grimaced. He wasgetting too old for these debauched games, but, God, how he lovedthem. And hell, he was good at them. He had stopped trying to denywho he was or what he had become – cruel and methodical - a longtime ago. It was in his DNA so it’s not like he could’ve deniedthose tendencies even if he tried. Or could he? He plucked thesilver strand from his head and tossed it aside along with thethought that he could deny what he was.

His thoughts wandered fromhis upcoming meeting to Elsa and her brazen statement about signingher name in blood. His eyes shifted momentarily to his briefcase.Her file was filling up fast with all sorts of delightfulsurveillance photos and tawdry little details about her life,medical history, childhood and past relationships. She was afascinating specimen and he couldn’t help but feel like he hadlucked out in choosing her. He loved the initial high ofinfiltrating a new target’s life and all the feelings of authorityand power that a fresh test subject brought. It’s too bad thosefeelings didn’t linger and the inevitable staleness of familiarityset in.

Bringing his hand to hisnose, he inhaled her sweetly fragrant and musky aroma stilllingering on his fingers. He hoped his time with her would lastlonger than that of Seven. With her scent still enticing hissenses, he reached into his pants pocket and retrieved her pantiesand eyed them with a satisfied smile. He wondered if she wouldfollow his order to stay put or if she would defy him. He hadlearned over the years that waiting was a form of punishment in andof itself. He liked the mental image of her impatiently waiting forhim, though on some small level he wanted her to disobey him so hecould dole out his reprisal. Her longing gazes and foolishtrustfulness needed to be tempered with emotional pain andhumiliation, and he was just the man to shred her lack of caution.As appealing as punishing her sounded, Victor knew it was too soonto consider such an idea. Unless, of course, she brought his wrathon herself. But still, he wanted to frighten her, not scare heraway. Not just yet, anyway.