She drove to 2500 East Grace Street with onlythe words of Habits by Tove Lo and Never Wanna Knowby MØ in her head. She couldn’t and wouldn’t allow herself to thinkof anything else. When she arrived at the brownstone, she parkedher car and waited for nearly ten minutes before forcing herself togo through the motions of opening the door, stepping one foot infront of the other and going inside.
The faint smell of cigarette smoke lingeredin the air and she knew her punisher was already waiting for her.She stood with her back to the front door, holding onto the knob sotight that her fingers blanched from lack of blood circulation.When she heard soft music coming from upstairs, she followed it,taking each step to her doom as slowly as she could. When shereached the landing, Mr. Black was standing in the doorway of themaster suite looking just as magnificent as ever and visiblyrelaxed. His calm expression put her at ease. He wasn’t angry andthat was good.
His pupils flared under the bright light inthe hallway when he saw her and his mouth parted as his hungry eyesundressed her.
“Damn, Elsa…” he paused to lick his lips.“You’ve come well prepared, but your appearance isn’t going todeter me from doing what I’m going to do.”
Affronted, she moved past him and pushed herchin out. “That wasn’t my intention. I’m fully ready to acceptwhatever you have planned for me.”
His body stilled and she glanced over hershoulder at him as she lay her handbag down on the bed to see anincensed expression on his face.
“You say that now, but we’ll see if you’restill feeling that way when all this is said and done. You know… Iwasn’t sure you would show up.”
“Why? I told you I’m a woman of my word,despite whatever you may have been told about me or read.” She wasreferring to what her brother might have said and she quickly shuther mouth before she gave too much away about knowing of theirconversation.
“I could never read enough about you, MySweet Peach,” he smirked.
The pet name sounded so much better before,when he was being his true self. Or maybe this was his true self.Her confidence suddenly waned at the thought. What if he were onlythe game maker and nothing more? While she waited for him, wordlessand motionless, she tried to transport herself back to theirsensuous night.
Mr. Black moved to the other end of the roomand brought the wooden chair close to her, faced it against a blankwall and gestured for her to sit. With the little bit of courageshe had left, she tried her best to appear impassive as she seatedherself in it. Kneeling in front of her, he pushed her legs openand skimmed his fingers up the inside of her thighs to her barepussy, gliding his fingers into her folds.
“Better late than never, I suppose,” hecommented about her lack of panties.
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled outseveral pieces of soft, nylon rope and Elsa’s body tensed when hebegan binding her ankles to the legs of the chair. Whatever he hadplanned that necessitated her to be tied down was a distressingthought. Suddenly her bladder contracted in sympathetic response asif remembering her earlier torture even though she had theforethought to empty it before she arrived. With both legs secured,he looked up at her and she eyed him with a calculating expression.What was going on in that head of his?
“Are you going to tickle me again?” shebreathed out with furrowed brows.
His right eyebrow rose a fraction. “I neverrepeat the same punishment twice. What fun would that be?” he brokeinto a wide, open smile as he reached behind her to blindly tie herwrists together.
His hot breath touched her neck and sheturned her face away from him in a desperate attempt to resistbeing captivated by his fiendish smile. She felt a cool chill touchher skin when he disappeared to turn the lights down and set somemusic.
Halcyon by Ellie Goulding began andElsa did her best to calm her nerves. Her eyes darted around thedarkened room and her pulse pounded through her veins. She couldhear Mr. Black behind her fiddling with something when a whir andbuzz followed as the wall in front of her lit up with the image ofa sunset.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I’ve always lovedsunsets in Virginia…” she barely heard him say over the music.
She heard a click and a seaside view ofVirginia Beach popped up on the wall that looked almost identicalto the painting she had hung on the dining room wall.
“I love what you’ve done with the house,Elsa, but it was completely unnecessary. Neither of us will be herelong enough to enjoy the work you’re putting into it so save yourenergy. Your effort would be better spent in learning how toappropriately conduct yourself around me.”
She gritted her teeth and shifted in herseat, wrenching on the uncomfortable bindings.
The next image shook her system. It wasPatrick. Her body froze and her breathing halted. It was a recentpicture of him leaving work.
Click.
Patrick leaving his house, dressed in hisbest suit.
Click.
Patrick on a dinner date with an unfamiliarbrunette.
Click.
Elsa didn’t want to see what was next and shetugged on her restraints, but was unable to stop herself fromlooking.
Patrick leaving the restaurant with hisdate.
No, she really didn’t want see where this wasgoing. She began to curse under her breath when she felt Mr.Black’s hands on her shoulders steadying her body as she thrashedin the chair.
“Please, Mr. Black. I’ll follow your rules.You know I will…” she panted out when she heard the next click.
“Yes, I have no doubt you will,” he whisperedinto her ear.
Patrick fondling and kissing the brunette onhis doorstep.
Elsa closed her eyes and stilled herbody.
Click.
A sharp tug of her hair brought her headback.
“Open your eyes and see the man in front ofyou. Really see him,” his voice was deep and dusty.
She shook her head. She wouldn’t.
“Open your eyes, Elsa. Look at him,” hisvoice hardened. “Ten… Nine... Eight…” he began counting down.
“Please stop…” she pleaded.
“Seven... Six…” He yanked her hair harder.“Trust me when I say you don’t want me to get to zero.”
The sinister tone of his voice left no roomfor delay and Elsa pried her eyes open and gasped when the image oftwo naked and intertwined bodies brightened the wall. They were inPatrick’s bed - the same bed she had made love to him in on so manyoccasions.
Click.
Tears bordered her lashes and she inhaledsharply at the next image – the brunette’s legs draped overPatrick’s shoulders as he plunged into her. She blinked rapidly,her heart tearing in two at the image of her ex-lover’s sexualexploitations. She began to cry. How could one person be so cold?What kind of man thinks of a punishment like this?
Click.
“Enough, you cruel son-of-a-bitch!” shescreeched and tried to stand in the chair. Victor stood and pushedthe chair down and held her head face forward.
The next image of Patrick being sucked offsent a wave of nausea over her causing her to retch loudly.
“I’m going to be sick…” she whimpered, stillfeeling the effects of too much wine.
When she heard the next click, she turned herhead and closed her eyes tightly. She knew what the next picturewould show and she didn’t need to see in vivid clarity Patrickcoming into the pretty woman’s mouth.
“Five…”
“Fuck you, Mr. Black!” she sobbed out as sheheld her ground.
“Four…”
“Go to hell!”
“Do it, Elsa. Look at the man you can’t seemto get enough of,” he ground out between his teeth.
So Mr. Black had heard her conversation withPatrick and not only was she suffering his wrath for not wearingpanties but for her interaction with an ex-boyfriend.
“Three…” he stood and moved to the side ofher as if preparing for something worse.
Opening her tear-filled eyes and boldlymeeting his gaze, she shimmied her foot until her shoe loosened andkicked it in his direction, the platform catching him on theshin.