“Please, please, Mr.Black…my water…”

To her sheer relief, heeased back and just as she relaxed and let out another pitiful sob,he dusted his fingers against her neck.

Her body hardened as thewarm wetness between her legs began to trickle out of heruncontrollably and she worked her Kegel muscles as if her lifedepended on it.

“Let it go, Elsa. Let mesee how beautiful you look when you accept your punishment,” heleaned into her ear and breathed out low and intentionallyseductive.

Elsa bit back her tears andsunk her teeth into her bottom lip until she tasted her own blood.No. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing her humiliateherself. But damn it, there they were again - his fingers in herarmpits, stabbing and poking until she screamed one last time,unable to hold back any longer and let her urine go.

So that was her punishment.Not the tickling, but the lack of control and what came after. Theseat beneath her became thoroughly drenched and cold, repulsing heras the stench of urine filled the room. When Mr. Black stood, shescrambled off the lounger, trying to distance herself from the messshe had made. Still bound, she stumbled and fell to her knees, butpromptly ripped the blindfold from her eyes.

She squinted against thelight as her eyes came into focus and when she met Mr. Black’sself-righteous glare, she stiffened, momentarily abashed. Sheflushed miserably and was glad for the semidarkness of the roomwhich was hiding her face.

Angry at herself for herjuvenile actions, she bit back her anger while he helped her to herfeet and steadied her. He bent down to untie her ankles and wrists,and once her hands were freed and she came face-to-face with herpunisher, her humiliation turned to raw fury when she saw thearrogant, satisfied look on his face. Reaching her hand back, herpalm caught him full force and square in the jaw, the strike sohard her palm tingled and ached.

He stood there, tall andinfuriated, glaring down at her. The muscle in his jaw quivered andhe leaned into her, only a mere few inches away, his eerie calmunwavering.

“Irrational behavior willonly make matters worse for you. And just for future reference: thefirst one is free,” he touched his reddened cheek. “Butonly the firstone. Now clean yourself up,” he waved toward thestaircase.

Elsa’s breath burned in herthroat, but she turned, pulled her skirt down over her thighs,grabbed her bag and headed to the shower without anotherword.

Finally under the hotwater, she tried to clear her mind of what had just transpired. Shescanned her body and except for the light scuff marks on her kneesfrom when she had fallen, she was shocked to see no evidence of Mr.Black’s persecution. He didn’t lie when he said no irreparablephysical damage would be caused, but still… She had just been madeto piss herself all because she didn’t do as he had ‘expected’ herto do. What a complete douchebag. What the hell was his problem?Was he this cruel to all his women? And what exactly was hisprofession, other than being a gorgeous asshole?

She shook her head. Shedidn’t care. She finished cleaning up and quickly clothed herselfin a clean dress, ready to run for the hills. Exiting from thebathroom with her belongings in hand, Mr. Black was seated on thecorner of the bed waiting for her.

“So that’s it?” he asked ashe eyed her backpack.

“You’re an asshole,” shecountered icily.

He raised his eyebrowscondescendingly. “I never said I wasn’t.”

She blinked long and hardbefore spinning on her heel to leave.

“You’re forgetting aboutour contract, Ms. Cassidy,” she heard over her shoulder.

She laughed inwardly andallowed her rebellious emotions to get out of hand. “It’s not areal contract and I didn’t forget,” she retorted.

Just as she turned the knobof the door, she felt hot hands on her shoulders as Mr. Blackwhirled her around to stare at her, quick anger rising in his eyes.“Oh, it’s real, Sweetheart.”

“Shove it,” she narrowedher eyes back.

Pushing her against thedoor and pinning her between his solid body and the wood, a deeprumble floated up from his throat, “I’d rather shove my cock downyour throat.” He nipped at her bottom lip while pulling the strapof her bag off her arm and letting it fall to the floor.

As appealing as thatsounded, Elsa still put her hands up and pushed against his chestto get a better look at the expression on his cockyface.

“I want you, Elsa, and Iwon’t be denied; most especially not when you’ve agreed to all ofthis.”

Her eyes widened withdisbelief. “I never agreed to you humiliating me.”

“You agreed to play my gameand follow my rules, and my rules include reprisal when you don’tdo as I ask. It’s that simple.”

Simple? She doubted that.This was only the beginning of things to come. She was smart enoughto figure that much out. And as for his game, he could shove that,too.

“Now…” he backed away andmotioned toward the bed. “Seeing as you accepted your punishment sowell, I’d very much like to pleasure you.”

***

Elsa’s normally radiantbrown eyes were black and glittering with vehemence. It was quite asensual look for her. On too many occasions Victor had been thevictim of a glare like this, but Elsa’s eyes… they held a differentkind of passion than the other Chapters. She was defiant from theget go and she wasn’t impressed with him. The others knew who hewas and were eager to be his fuck toy. As for the boldness with theothers, well, that didn’t come until later – after he had used andabused them and set them free. She might prove to be a worthyplayer after all in his game, so long as she followed his fuckingrules. But then again, he did enjoy watching her squirm and begbeneath him. And the tears… sweet Christ she was beautiful when shecried. His cock hardened just thinking about it. God, he was a sickfuck.

As he waited less thanpatiently for her response, he smiled as he recalled the look ofrevulsion on her face when she emptied her bladder in front of him.Surprisingly though, she held her composure considering her wet,smelly circumstances.

The slap, though - that wassomething he wouldn’t allow again. Ever. He had no room in his lifefor physical interactions of that nature. His mother had dealt outplenty of her own emotional and physical revenge when he wasgrowing up and there was no way in hell he would put up with thatshit ever again - from anyone.

“Ms. Cassidy,” he promptedwhen she stood watching him cautiously, deliberating on his offerof pleasuring her. His actions, though cruel, had made her morevigilant and he mentally patted himself on the back for the favorhe had done for her. Now perhaps her trustfulness would be lessthan forthcoming in the future.

He watched her closely, allher subtle little movements. Like the clenching and unclenching ofher fists; the barely noticeable swaying of her body; the way thecorners of her mouth twitched with tension as her eyes scanned hisface for some kind of explanation of his actions. Even herbreathing pattern didn’t go unnoticed. Her rapid and shallowbreaths clearly told him that she wanted his touch and he was morethan happy to give it to her. He wanted to savor her flavor againand to fill her to maximum capacity.

When she stood frozen, histhrobbing cock urged him forward. “I promise I won’t tickle youagain,” he winked. Elsa’s bold gaze averted to the floor and sheshuffled from foot to foot, and he knew at that moment he wouldhave her. “Not tonight anyway,” he added to be ornery.

Her bright eyes darted upand she gave him a look so nasty he couldn’t resist throwing hishead back and laughing obnoxiously. When her face came back intofocus, a furtive, confused smile tipped the corners of hermouth.

Backing up, he casuallybegan to undress for her. Slipping his pants down his legs, hekicked them to the side, then removed his shirt, amused with theway Elsa watched his every move. She hadn’t been with a man in overfive months and he looked forward to fucking her revirginizedpussy. He hoped she was as good in real life as he had built her upto be in his mind. After removing his briefs, he gripped his thickcock and stroked it, giving her a good show.