Next, her hands were brought up over herhead. She paid no mind as his tongue swirled in her mouth,caressing every surface seductively. She grunted when in the blinkof an eye, her wrists were bound with his belt to the baluster. Hereyes flew open and she jerked her head up to see the black leatherefficiently wrapped around her wrists with the buckle tucked awayneatly and out of view. He had clearly done this before.

“Now that I have you right where I want you,it’s time to play,” he stood and began to undress.

Elsa watched in awe as his nude body cameinto full view under the bright stairwell lighting. God, he wasmagnificent. When his briefs slid down his slim hips, his cocksprang forth, pointing skyward and making her giggle idiotically.She couldn’t help herself. It was just so damned beautiful. And allhers.

“Open wide,” he ordered while he stroked hisshaft.

Doing as he said, she spread her legswide.

“No, not your legs; that pretty mouth ofyours,” he slicked his tongue across his upper lip.

Yes, she wanted this. She wanted his dickdeep in her throat. She closed her eyes, tipped her head back andparted her lips. Mr. Black grabbed a handful of a hair and easedthe crown of his cock past her lips, allowing her to circle hertongue around it and dip the tip of her tongue into his hole. Hegrunted and pushed deeper. Opening her eyes and never letting hergaze stray, she watched him as he began to thrust harder. His headwas thrown back and his eyes closed, and he was in his own sensualworld.

He pushed deeper yet, making her gag, but hewas unrelenting. When she became breathless, she began squirming tofree herself to get air, but his fingers were wrapped firmly in herhair. She thrashed her head and just as she began to see spots inher vision, Mr. Black pulled away, leaving her a gasping and adrooling mess. She had no time to recuperate when he shoved himselfinto her mouth again as he rested one hand on the rail behindher.

Harder and faster, he fucked her mouth. Thesqueak of the wood and his moaning were the only sounds echoing inthe entrance. She brought her knees up to get better seated as herbody began to slide down, but his thrusting was too powerful. Hemomentarily let go of her hair, reached under her arms and pulledher up before plunging back into her mouth. It was never ending.Time and time again she nearly passed out from his brutal oralassault, only to have him pause barely long enough to allow her tobreathe. Her jaw ached and her wrists were becoming raw. The frontof her chest and shirt were soaked in saliva, but she didn’t give adamn. It was dirty and she loved it.

Just as his body stilled and she prepared forhis warm, salty release, he abruptly pulled out of her mouth. Heunbound her wrists from the railing only to promptly loop the beltback around once she was freed from the baluster. Without a word,he heaved her over his shoulder, strode to the bedroom and ploppedher down onto the bed, face down. He yanked her to the edge of thebed, propped her up on her knees and plunged into her from behind.The angle of his thrust made her squeal loudly. He clawed at hershoulders, bringing tears to her eyes. The sensation was exquisite.She had been fucked hard before, but nothing like this. She bitinto the linens below her in an attempt to muffle her screams butit was no use. He was inexorable. She didn’t know how much more shecould take.

Her knees began to shake and her lower bellythrobbed with the buildup of an orgasm when, again, he pulled outof her and hauled her off the bed. All she could do was gasp frombreathlessness. She was barely able to stand as he walked her overto the wooden chair that was still facing the wall. He seatedhimself on it and she nearly toppled over as he pulled her over tosit atop him, guiding her bound wrists over his head and around hisneck.

His mouth was so close she could feel thedampness of his breath on her lips and smell the faint scent thecigarette and mint coming from him. It was intoxicating. With herforehead pressed to his, he lifted her by her hips to the tip ofhis shaft only to pull her back down harshly as he thrust upwards.Her eyes filled with tears every single time he pushed up into her.He was hitting that spot that made her want to come undone and sheknew she couldn’t hold out much longer.

Closing her eyes tightly, she felt Mr.Black’s raspy tongue on her cheek as he lapped up the tears nowstreaming down her face.

“God, yes…” he whispered.

Mr. Black’s hands moved from her hips to herbreasts and squeezed cruelly, making her throw her head back andmoan loudly. He plucked at her nipples and buried his face in hertits as she leaned her body back to accept his mouth on them. Shewas grinding down onto his dick when it happened without warning: aliteral gush of wetness between her legs soaked the both ofthem.

Startled with what had happened, she tried todismount Mr. Black, but he dug his fingers into her hips and heldher tight. She had heard of the mythical G-spot orgasm, but hadnever experienced it. It was marvelous and her body shook violentlyfrom it. She didn’t know why she was feeling embarrassed about it;by the look on Mr. Black’s face, he was quite pleased withhimself.

Only a few minutes later, he stood. Shewrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust up into her onelast time as she felt his cock pulse out his seed into her. Stillburied deep inside of her, he stumbled to the bed and collapsedonto it, smashing her under the weight of his body. They lay likethat for several minutes, their ragged breathing slowly subsiding.Mr. Black rolled off of her and pushed the sweaty hair from hereyes.

“To be continued…”

*

Mr. Black had used and abused Elsa and herbody ached with the kind of pain that came only from a good, brutalfucking. She had missed this kind of soreness, but what came after,she had missed even more. Lying on the bed next to Victor as thenight was drawing near its end, she curled into his embrace. Sheclung to him and buried her face in his chest. He felt warm andfamiliar. He felt safe. She purred when she felt his long fingersin her hair and then on her back, working their way down to herspine and over to her tattoo. She loved it when his long fingerstraced the details of it.

“You were perfect,” she heard him say.

Looking up, she stared at him longingly, butwith the ever-evolving rules of the game always running in thebackground...

She touched his scar again. “What happenedhere?”

His jaw tensed and he narrowed his eyes ather. His body stiffened as he pulled away and she immediatelyregretted the question. Mr. Black was back.

“I don’t answer…” he started in his usualcold voice.

She promptly chimed in. “I remember. That’sfine,” she responded just as chilly as she crawled out of bed andbegan to dress herself. “It’s better that I know nothing about you.It’ll make it that much easier when I say goodbye.”

Yes, she was learning to play his game,alright. Maybe he would be her experiment in what not to getinvolved with ever again.

She seated herself on the corner of the bedand reached for her shoes when Mr. Black lunged toward her. Hefisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, forcing herto look at him.

"Goodbye?" he scoffed. "Goodbye isn't anoption. Let's not forget who reigns here. I chose you. It was mydecision to have you and don't you ever doubt that I intend to donothing less than devour you entirely. You're my plaything, Elsa.My sex toy. My hole. Mine to do with whatever I want and all thatpleases me. To torture, thrill, threaten and mind fuck however Isee fit. So you don't get to say goodbye. Not now, maybe not ever.That's the beauty of this arrangement. I make all the decisions andyou're left to wander around in the dark, waiting, anticipating andfearing my next move. Only when I'm done using you and I’ve gottenwhat I need will I let you go. Only then and not one millisecondsooner. I've allowed you the pretense of choice, but know that Ialone decide when, where and how much. I decide every, singlefucking thing that goes on in your life. My house, my rules.Remember? Now kneel."