“Forgot my wallet.”

Elsa’s throat tightened at almost gettingcaught with her hand in the cookie jar. She needed to pull herselftogether and relax. She plastered on her best fake smile and he wasnone the wiser. When she heard the front door latch, she bolted tothe bay window to see him walking leisurely in the direction of asmall tobacco shop.

When he was just out of view, she tore intohis briefcase and opened his journal to a random page.

Chapter 7

Weekend 5:

Another pointless two days have come andgone. Will you ever learn? Your childish antics have driven me tothe point of no return and no amount of penalties seem to motivateyou to follow my rules. Five fucking weeks have been wasted on you– five weeks that could’ve been better spent on a more worthy testsubject - five weeks that should’ve been spent working on theCambridge case. I’m disgusted just thinking about the hours spentand the energy put into you for absolutely fucking nothing inreturn other than your grating on my nerves.

I’m dwelling. It’s time to be done withthis. One last round of castigation will be delivered for the hoursyou have cost me and then I will move on to the next Chapter. Whatshall your final farewell reprisal be? I must think on it.Something wicked. Something that will leave you reeling andwithered under my hand. There’s nothing like leather to get the jobdone and I do love the smell of it and the sight of welted flesh.Then again, maybe a good old fashioned bit of collar and restrainttherapy to bring you to heel – a bit of fun mingled in with yourpunishment. We shall see. I’m too worn out by your lack of keepingme amused to think right now.

Not even the sex we have is worthy of mytime. You’ve failed me miserably, C,7 and I’ve let myself down bynot seeing the writing on the wall when I chose you. Your needy,over-dramatic, immature, attention-seeking behaviors areunchangeable and I can’t help you. After this coming weekend, we’refinished.

Elsa sat stunned by the cold words she readand her stomach churned. Whoever Emily was, she had feelings – shewas a person who needed love and attention and he blew her offbecause she hadn’t ‘amused’ him. That had to be Mr. Black writingthat journal entry. Elsa laughed out loud, the kind of nervous,weird laugh that came only out of realization that Victor was Mr.Black. Test subject. She reread the words over and overtrying to make sense of them. Was she also a ‘test subject’? No,she was more than that. She had to be.

Unable to stop herself, she turned to anotherrandom page.

Chapter 3

Weekend 4

My precious, over-privileged little doll -your naughtiness brings out the monster in me that wants to youfuck you in painfully pleasurable ways. You would like it too,wouldn’t you? But you were errant in your behavior tonight and soyou must suffer.

Rule no. 12 strictly states that you are notto seek the attention of other men, yet you continually flirtshamelessly when you think you won’t be caught. Am I not enough manfor you, C3? I will prove tomorrow that I am when I take your analvirginity. You’ve been hesitant to allow me that part of your bodyand I’ve been patient. Too patient, even for my standards. But nomore. You want to be objectified? Then you shall be. You’ve now gotmy full attention and it’s focused on your ass.

Elsa tossed the journal onto the table. Shecouldn’t stand to read another word. My God, twelve rules? He hadsex with her the same way the previous night, only she had given itwillingly. Hopefully Chapter Three’s memory of losing her analvirginity was just as enjoyable as Elsa’s had been with Patrick,though she doubted it. God damn Mr. Black. Victor.

She heard the lock click on the front doorand she jumped. She slammed the diary closed and stuffed it backinto his satchel and ran to the staircase, seating herself midwayup when it occurred to her that the video was rolling while she hadread his journal. How could she have forgotten something soimportant? How could she have been so blinded by curiosity to actso carelessly? She closed her eyes and concentrated on controllingher erratic pulse and breathing. She would just have to wait untilhe fell asleep to erase the recording. But if he read deception onher face…

“What are you waiting for up there?” sheheard Victor’s playful voice.

She opened her eyes and smiled. “You,” sheflirted.

She was still only wearing one of hist-shirts and she spread her legs, revealing her pussy to him. Hedropped the small bag he had in his hand and climbed the stairsslowly, stalking closer to her. Her legs opened further, invitinghim.

Test subject. As Victor kneeledbetween her legs and ravaged her, the words vexed her. She wouldn’tbe anyone’s test anything and she would prove to Mr. Black that shewas no one’s experiment. Her new mission was clear. She was nolonger in this game for distraction or to simply satiate herloneliness. She was in it to peel back his layers and reveal thereal Victor.

As if he could read her thoughts, Victorpaused and stood between her legs, his crotch eye-level to her. Heunbuttoned his jacket and flung the fabric behind him as he placedhis hands on his hips and widened his step.

“Are you baiting me to my station?” shereached out and touched the outline of his shaft.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a debauchedsmile. “Yes, I am. Are you biting?”

“Only if you want it that way,” she clampedher teeth shut noisily.

He threw is his back and laughed, the genuinejoy of his emotion washing over her. Mr. Black wasn’t so bad, notall the time.

His pupils dilated as he leaned down and slida hand up the inside of her thigh to her hip and squeezed. “You’reup to no good. I can sense it. You’re playing my game, aren’tyou?”

Her mouth parted in surprise. She had been upto no good, but she couldn’t show her hand.

“I’m learning to play your game,” sheadmitted. It was the truth and because it was, it was easier forher to keep her cool.

His voice dropped an octave. “I like that. Itmakes me want to do very bad things to you, Elsa.”

She could barely control herself and sheclosed her eyes, imagining all the depraved things she wanted himto do.

“Do them, Mr. Black. Do bad, bad things tome…” she moaned out as she reached down and pulled the t-shirthigher, exposing hers breasts to him.

“I thought you liked Victor better?”

Her eyes fluttered opened to see Victorsmiling naughtily back at her. She hadn’t even realized what shesaid. “I can’t think straight. Your smell, your touch… everythingabout you flusters me. I just know that right now, I want Mr. Blackto do all of the things that are in that wicked head of his. Oncehe’s had his way with me, then I want you, Victor, to hold me andto take away the pain that I know he’s going to inflict on me.”

The sound she heard next both scared the hellout of her and shredded every ounce of willpower she had – a deep,primal growl from somewhere dark and deep within him. Yes… Mr.Black was now present and ready to fuck her in ways she had onlydreamed of.

Grabbing her by the back of her neck, Mr.Black hauled her up and into his kiss, forcing his tongue into hermouth and kissing her with such ferocity, it took her breath away.She wrapped her limbs around him, wanting to feel the weight of hissolid form squeezing the life and breath from her as she crushedhis body down onto hers. Mr. Black pressed a hand between them toremove his belt, the sound of the metal and leather being pulledfrom his jeans was like music to her ears. With his lips stillpressed against hers, she felt her body being shifted and moved soher head was against the rail.