“There’s no need to beg forit, Peach,” he purred against her neck.

Victor’s body shifted andshe could hear the zipper of his pants and the jingle of belt.Suddenly her apprehension turned to something she didn’t expect –excitement. He was really going to fuck her in this alley and theknowledge left her both thrilled and frightened.

Her stomach clenched whenshe felt his mouth on her bottom, his tongue seeking gratification.She pressed her palms against the cold stone and instinctivelypushed her rear-end out to him, wanting his tongue inside ofher.

“That’s it, give into me…”he moaned out as he licked the crack of her ass and briefly dippedhis tongue into her anus.

This…Yes, this delicious thinghe was doing… Elsa mewled with delight with each thrust of histongue into that forbidden place. It had been so long since shefelt the pleasure of this sinful thing. She accepted his mouth anddrowned out the sounds of people walking by only feet away andfocused on the wet, sucking sounds coming from his mouth on herass. It was only the two of them she repeated over and over. Shehad to convince herself of it or else she couldn’t go through withVictor’s game plan.

Abruptly standing up, shefelt Victor’s wet fingers poke into her rectum - first one, thentwo inserted gently. His movements stilled when she contracted downonto his digits and he waited until she relaxed. Slowly,centimeter-by-centimeter, he worked them in and out of her as hismouth descended once more on her neck.

He began to suck and gnawso fiercely, it was all she could do not to scream. The exquisitepain was so overwhelming, but felt so damned good. As she easedinto his rhythm, the head of his warm shaft was felt near her ass.Steadily, he pushed in.

“God damn, Elsa…” hemurmured.

God damn wasright. No one existed in that moment;it was just the two of them fucking in the shadows of that dingy,smelly alley. With each penetration, he pushed deeper until shefelt his balls hit her pussy.

Wrapping an arm around herwaist, Victor drew her to him and buried his face in her hair whichwas now damp with sweat and hiding her eyes.

“The next breath you take,you’ll be you screaming for me to allow your release. I may or maynot give you my consent. It all depends on how freely you let thosebeautiful tears of yours flow. So if you want to come… cry for me,Elsa.”

Nothing about this man wassublime. He was intense, irrational, passionate and uncompromising,and Elsa couldn’t get enough. Snaking his hand from her belly downto her pussy, he thrust his two middle fingers into her as hecontinued to pump into her ass unrelentingly. He tugged at hervagina’s inner wall making her bite her lip so hard, she tasted herown blood. He wanted her tears… butwhy? What was it about her tears thataroused him?

“Don’t make me ask again,”he growled low and deep as he bit into the nape of herneck.

The throbbing in her neckwas severe enough it drowned out the pleasure in her bottom. He dughis fingers deeper into her sex and thrust balls deep into her assas the pain and pleasure fought against one another to overtakeher.

Her lower belly began topulsate and her loins heated to an unbearable temperature. She wasclose. Rising on her tip toes ready to come, Victor’s hand stilledas he clutched at her pussy harshly.

“Tears, Elsa. I don’t seethem.”

Her body began to quiverand she tried to force the tears to come, but it was no use. “Iwant to come, please make me come…” she panted out as she groundher ass back onto his pulsating shaft.

She thrashed her head backand forth and began to whimper with need.

“You’re so close, I canfeel it. Just cry for me… give me your tears…”

Victor’s usually demandingvoice was all at once unfamiliar and different - vulnerable anddesperate.

“Don’t deny me, Elsa. Givethem to me…” he whispered in her ear.

He thrust his fingers intoher again to give her release and the devastating sound of hishusky voice crushed her. His desire was a like a drug, lulling herto euphoria and she turned her head to look at him.

“Yes, Victor,” she nearlysobbed at the sight of his black eyes dazzling with fury andyearning.

Wanting nothing more thanto give him what he wanted, she conjured the worst of her memories.Dredging up each time her heart had been broken and howdesolate she felt every time a lover told her goodbye, the tearsbegan to stream down her flushed cheeks. Thistime they had come freely and with no anger behind them, and shedidn’t feel wrong about having done it. The reward for her tearswas sweeter than she could’ve ever imagined when she saw elation inhis normally tortured eyes. This man, Victor Laurenzo, had openedup something within her and had dragged her to the dark sideto show her what her body was made for – him.

A satisfied smile gracedhis rugged and magnificent face and he plunged one last time intoher. Grunting loudly, his cock twitched and she felt his warmrelease. He remained inside of her as he continued to finger heruntil her climax came only a few short moments later. He quicklywithdrew from her and spun her around to kiss each of her eyes andswipe away her tears with his thumbs.

The last of her orgasmslowly subsided, leaving her in a weakened state and Victor heldher steady as he stared down into her eyes, imploring her for someunknown thing.

“Has anyone ever told youhow beautiful you look when you cry?” She shook her headno, still toofatigued to speak. “Then I’m happy to be the first.”

12: Layers

Feelingweary, Elsa collapsed onto the chaise as soon they arrived back atthe brownstone leaving Victor to carry her up to the master suiteand undress her. He was momentarily reminded of having to care forhis mother while he cleaned her up as she slept, though this was byfar more pleasurable.

As Eight slept, he reached for the key aroundhis neck only to find it missing. He shot her an accusing look ashe stood glaring down at her. His jaw clenched at the thought ofher going behind his back and snooping into things that were noneof her fucking business. But he would’ve read deception on herface. Wouldn’t he have? He casually looked around the room thinkingperhaps it had come off during their violent exchange that morning.Something glinted against the overhead bedroom light next to thechair and there it sat – the skeleton key on a chain. He sighedwith relief. He was glad to not have to dole out any morepunishment.

He placed it back around his neck and tuckedher in, pecking her on the forehead before he went into spare roomto journal his thoughts. Once in there, he decided against watchingthe video footage of Eight’s torment. It was still plenty vivid inhis memory, so there was no need. He reached for his briefcase andnoticed the latch open. He stared at it for a moment trying toremember if he had left it like that. He blinked several times andlooked around the room to see if anything was out of place. It alllooked as he had left it and he shook his head. He was gettingparanoid in his old age.

Resting his legs on the desk, he leaned thechair back and began penning his feelings.

Rules were broken tonight, my rules formyself to be specific. I suppose it was an experiment not only foryou, but me. Being with a subject in an uncontrolled environment isa new twist in the game. But change is good, not only for youEight, but for me as well. It keeps me on my toes and my mindalert.

You were well-behaved while we were out,though I expected no less from you. I’ve seen you interact inpublic before and other than the first time you nearly slapped youruninvited guest, you’ve always exuded professionalism. But it’sbehind closed doors and in the shadows where you really shine.That’s where you let your true self out.