“What are you…” is all shecould get out before he seated himself next to her and covered hermouth.

“Shh,” he breathed into herear as one of his hands began to unloosen the tie around hisneck.

When he was free of it, hegently pushed her onto her back, laying her out on the chaise. In aflash, his hot mouth was all over her as he pinned her down beneathhis strong body; first on her eyelids, cheeks, briefly on hermouth, then on her neck. His tongue flicked and licked its way downto her covered breasts and she moaned, enjoying the frenzied andunpredictable movements of his hands all over her. His touches wereeverywhere and she couldn’t focus on one sensation before anothernew one would suddenly overwhelm her. As her skirt began to hike uparound her hips, her pussy throbbed its yearning and she opened herlegs to him, eager to have him.

“So trusting…” he groundout between his teeth as if agitated by the thought.

Yes, she was trusting; tootrusting. And she knew it. But damn the consequences – she wantedhim deep inside of her. Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she hadn’teven realized when he brought her hands down and over her belly andlooped his tie around her wrists. When she felt the tug of the silkand the blood constrict in her palms, her eyes popped open and herbody tensed. She tried to sit up but Mr. Black’s large hands pushedher shoulders back down and he repositioned his body over hers,straddling her and rendering her completely immobile.

“Now you’re really mine todo with whatever I want,” his lips parted in a dazzling display ofstraight, white teeth and his sparkling green eyes glowed in thedarkening room as the sun began to set.

Good God, that smile. Itwas stunning beyond words. He hadn’t yet graced her with a smilelike that and it was hard to take her eyes off of him. And theboyish look on his stubbled face? Whatever reservation she hadabout him and his intentions melted in an instance, her bodyrelaxing into the velvet cushion beneath her.

His long fingers touchedthe buttons of her shirt just as she raised her bound hands aboveher head. Locking eyes, he tugged hard and in one motion, all theornamented buttons flew off her blouse as he ripped it open. Elsagasped. She loved that shirt and now she was out not only herfavorite skirt, but one of her beloved tops. Not that she gave toomuch thought to it. She was too thrilled and horrified at hisactions to truly care.

Yanking the lacy fabric ofher bra under her breasts, his fingertips skimmed her flesh and hismouth crushed down into her bosom, his teeth plucking and nippingat her tender and under-used nipples. Just when she began to easeinto the rhythm of his sucking, he abruptly sat up, his malachiteeyes dark like ominous storm clouds.

“My word is law, Elsa.L-A-W,” he drew out the word. “When I say I expect something to bedone, what I mean is: don’t fucking think, just do as I say. It’snot a difficult concept to wrap that pretty little head of yoursaround. My house. My rules. Are you getting it now?” he askedsmoothly, his voice thick with desire.

She nodded herunderstanding but gritted her teeth and tried to relax. Who thehell did this guy think he was and why the hell was she allowinghim to speak to her like that? Because on some level she liked it;even craved it. Hell - needed it. This man hadasshole writtenall over him and lucky for the both of them; she had a thing forassholes. Her mind was clouded with a combination of excitement,irritation and fear causing her to involuntarily tense under hisfirm body.

“Now that we have that outof the way, I can dispense your punishment…” he trailed off as hishands hiked her skirt up the remainder of the way and high over herhips where he sensually traced every detail of her tattoo,centimeter by centimeter inching his fingertip over herribcage.

The devilish smirk on Mr.Black’s face sent shivers over Elsa’s torso. He lowered his headand nipped at the cherry blossom just over her pelvic bone andsealed it with a lick. She welcomed whatever else he had planned.How bad could it be? He said she was safe within thesewalls…

Tucking his fingers intoone of his pants pockets, he brought out the panties he had cut offof her earlier. She couldn’t resist a small smile at the thought ofhim having been doing whatever he was out doing with her panties inhis possession. Sliding himself down, he wrapped the torn underweararound her ankles and tied them snugly.

Next, he reached underneaththe chaise and brought out a small container of baby powder andbegan to dust it over the exposed parts of her body, her tummy,thighs and breasts, and sprinkled more down her legs. Occasionallyhis eyes would flick up to hers to gauge her reaction. Hypnotizedand a little confused by what he was doing, Elsa lay completelystill, fixated on the look of concentration on Mr. Black’s face. Helooked handsome and powerful with his dark eyes and secretexpression, and his smooth bronze skin stretched over his highcheekbones. Once more, he leaned over the edge of the lounger. Theclear-cut lines of his profile were barely visible against thedimly lit room as he reached for a long, satin scarf.

Apparently he had alreadydecided on how to deal with her. A breathy giggle fluttered pasther lips at the thought.

Sudden icy contempt flashedin his eyes. “We’ll see if you’re still laughing when I’mdone.”

Nervous butterfliesfluttered in her belly and Elsa gulped down air causing her stomachto rumble. In a heartbeat, the scarf was draped over her eyes andtied behind her head, shielding all light from her vision. Herpulse skittered with excitement and her breathing became erraticonce she felt his body shift and hover over her.

“Let’s see how you likethis…”

Her body jerked when shefelt Mr. Black’s nails graze lightly over her stomach and ribcage,then sensually over her arms. The same breathy giggle spilled outof her and her nethers dampened once again. Lighter stroking wasfelt over her upper thighs and she wriggled around, her laughingbecoming louder and more nervous.

Without warning, she felthis fingertips on the soles of her feet and in between her toestickling hard and fast, then slow. She hated being tickled. Reviledit, in fact, and it seemed to be made worse by the fact that shecouldn’t move and was blinded to his actions and what was comingnext. She attempted to sit up but Mr. Black straddled her likebefore and held her down.

Elsa shrieked and tried toshimmy her bottom out from beneath him, but it was no use. Shebegged and pleaded as his fingers jabbed into her armpits andworked their way up. God, not her neck. She couldn’t stand beingtouched there. Kissed, yes, but not tickled. She thrashed aroundwildly and screamed as she began to retch from the horrible feelingon her throat.

“Stop, stop it!” shewailed, choking on her words.

“Why aren’t you laughingnow, Elsa?” he growled as he held her bound wrists high above herhead while his fingers continued their assault on her sensitiveareas.

“Stop… I hate beingtickled!”

Mr. Black’s tone wasvelvet, yet edged with cruelty when he responded. “Iknow.”

How? How could he know thather older brother had found it amusing to hold her down when shewas a child and torment her in the same way? How could he know thatshe had come to despise it with all her being? There was nothingfunny about it. It was torture. Absolute. Fucking.Torture.

Then it happened – thething she hated most and the tears began to seep from her eyes,soaking the satin around them and her rage boiled over. She foughtwith the kind of strength she didn’t even know she had, kicking andyelling, drooling and spitting as she tried to fight himoff.

“Get off of me!” shehowled.

It was no use. He wasstrong and impossibly solid and immovable. And excruciatinglyinexorable. Her body began to quake from the unrelenting onslaughtof his hands and digits as her tears flowed down her cheeks whenthe dreaded happened. Her bladder began to contract painfully andshe knew she couldn’t stop what was about to happen.