My, God, those tears… I almost wish youhadn’t given me what I asked for. Almost .But you did and they were nothing less than spectacular. And real.What I wouldn’t give to know what you were feeling that made themflow so flawlessly – what memory you recalled to satiate my sickhunger for them. It wasn’t I who caused them this time - no pain orpunishment handed out, no harsh or cruel words to make it happen,yet they came effortlessly.

My feelings are mixed. An emotion I haven’tfelt since the Chapter I do not speak of made its way into mypsyche – hope. But hope for what? I am not young and easilymanipulated anymore. Hope is for fools and I am no fool, nor will Ibe made into one by the mere presence of your fucking tears. Ienjoy the torment I cause too much for that to happen. Not always,but often enough to know that I crave absolute power in a way thatdefines who I am.

Yet tonight... when you gave them freely itwas a different kind of control I experienced. I have dominated mypartners before, Peach, let me be clear about that, but yoursubmission tonight was… I’m still unable to find the words todescribe it. Those God damned tears have clouded my thoughts.

I must focus harder than I’ve had to beforewhen I’m with you. My game plan is still to test your limits tomake you into someone stronger. Your heart-felt willingness willnot deter me and neither will your soul crushing tears.

My usual methods of breaking a subject areproving of no value with you and for that reason I must now adopt adifferent stance in order achieve my goal. I must push you harderuntil you break. But I will break you with words and use actionsonly when necessary. It only seems appropriate, no? Sweet words fora juicy, sweet peach.

***

Elsa woke to the sun shining through thebedroom window and the heat of Mr. Black’s body enveloping her. Hehad stayed the night and slept next to her. Just thinking about itmade her heart swell with familiar, but unwanted emotions.

With sleep still in her eyes, Mr. Blackrolled over and gathered her in his arms. No words were spoken ashe leaned down onto her and eased his morning wood between herlegs. Elsa loved morning sex. She could think of no better way tobegin her day than with Mr. Black inside of her and staring down ather as he fucked her slowly. This was the real man behind thedesignation of Mr. Black: the unpretentious and peaceful VictorLaurenzo. Their limbs twisted and intertwined under the sheets andshe arched her back, letting out a satisfied sigh as he pushed deepinside of her.

“Mr. Black,” she moaned.

He whispered into her half-open mouth, “Callme by my real name.”

The new light of day had barely touched hereyes and she was already grinning. “Victor.”

If only it could be this good every momentwith him.

In the post morning bliss, Victor fell backto sleep, giving Elsa the opportunity to study him more closely.Propping herself up on one elbow, she burned into her memory all ofhis facial features: the dark stubble covering his face, the smallmole on his right cheek, his thick eyebrows and long lashes, andall the other little nuances that were unique only to him. Sheleaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, unable to resist hisfirm, red lips that were only centimeters away. He stirred and hismouth twitched in response.

She touched a long, deep scar that stretchedfrom the underside of his chin to his jawbone and was camouflagedby his unshaven face. She ran the tip of her index finger along theangular shape of it. When she did, his eyes fluttered open and cameinto focus, the sun glinting off his green irises.

Paying no mind to him, she continued on herquest to learn him, her eyes roaming endlessly over his handsomeface.

“You’re wasting your time,” Victor saidsoftly.

She knitted her brows together, unsure whathe was referring to.

“Trying to figure me out,” he explained. “Ican’t be easily labeled like all the rest of your lovers.”

None of Elsa’s lovers were easily classifiedand she shook her head to his egotistical response. “You’re anegomaniac.” The corners of his mouth lifted in a discreet smile.“And your opinion is subjective,” she continued, causing his smileto show itself fully. “I like this man,” she dared to confess.

“And which man would that be?” Victor pulledhis head back to scan her face.

“Victor Laurenzo.”

He quirked a brow at her, “As opposed to Mr.Black?”

“Yes. Mr. Black is erratic andcapricious.”

He rolled onto his back and grabbed hisstomach as he belted out a loud laugh. “I’ll let him know you feelthat way,” he said in between laughs.

She widened her eyes exaggeratedly and shookher head. “I’d rather you didn’t. He might not take kindly to mycriticism.”

Rolling onto his side, he pushed her hairaway from her eyes. “No, he might not, so it’ll be our littlesecret.”

She couldn’t help but feel like their kiddingwasn’t entirely lighthearted. Mr. Black wasn’t a man to be fuckedwith and yet, he was the same person as Victor Laurenzo. Or was he?Was his personality split real or imagined? She didn’t know himwell enough to have that much figured out and she was too terrifiedof what might happen if she asked.

Victor rose from the bed and grabbed herhand, dragging her into the shower with him. They washed each otherand it was as if Mr. Black no longer existed. But she knew better.She could see him hiding behind Victor’s captivating eyes andhypnotic smile. Yes, he was there, waiting until the moment shefucked up so he could dole out his punishment.

As Victor began to finger her, she closed hereyes, trying to ignore the caution signs that were popping up inher subconscious.

Lowering himself onto his knees, she proppeda foot onto his shoulder as he buried his face in her pussy. Shegrazed her nails against his scalp and he groaned, making her kneesgo weak. He looked up at her as his tongue made lazy circles aroundher clit. She wiped her eyes to get a better view and when theireyes met, they shared an intense physical awareness of each other.God, she hoped this moment of passion was real and not part of hisgame.

She threw her head back as her climax beganto wash over her.

She reminded herself that Mr. Black was everpresent and asked, “May I come?”

Victor’s brows drew together as if confusedand Elsa inwardly smiled. She truly loved the look of surprise onhis face when she did something he wasn’t expecting.

*

Sunday afternoon blew by like a summerbreeze, warm and friendly. Victor remained attentive and kind,always watching her and in some way, touching her. They cookedlunch side by side with what little bit of food was in the house,and worked together in unison as if they had been doing it foryears.

Seated at the bistro table, they ate insilence as Victor read something. She assumed it was work related,but never asked. The key around his neck was teasing her and hisbriefcase that sat nearby was taunting her. She could see the edgeof his journal peeking out, setting her nerves on edge. She wantedto read what else he had written about her. If he would just excusehimself to the restroom… or leave to have a cigarette… or…

“What’s going on that head of yours,Elsa?”

His voice interrupted her thoughts. Sheshrugged, embarrassed at herself for obsessing over his damneddiary.

“Does my little Peach want a fuck?” hewinked.

Her eyes darted up to his. What a ridiculousquestion. Of course she wanted a fuck. Always. There was no need toask. She eagerly nodded her head.

“I’ll see if I can accommodate you. First, Ineed to run down the street and get some cigarettes. Be ready forme when I get back.”

He rose and moved toward the door and herpulse skittered. Not because of the upcoming fuck, but because shecould sneak a peek into his private thoughts. Just as he reachedthe door, she reached for his briefcase but Victor spun on his heeland strode back.