Elsa’s body tensed andVictor began to count down silently. Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven…

She stood and started byremoving her steam punk corset, and then unbuttoned her blousehastily. It had only taken her four seconds to follow his order. Itwas a good start.

“Slower,” he ordered. Hermovements slowed, but only minimally. “S-L-O-W-E-R,” he demandedmore firmly as he dragged out the syllables.

Doing as she was told, herhands moved unhurriedly as she plucked the last button open,revealing her lace covered breasts and soft belly. Letting theshirt fall to the floor, she began to unzip her skirt, centimeterby centimeter, her breathing becoming louder the closer she came tobeing exposed.

Victor rubbed his palm overhis cock. She was such a little tease. Surely she knew how much hewanted her and how beautiful she was. Elsa’s eyes flicked to hishand and a rush of color stained her cheeks as the skirt pooledaround her feet. Standing motionless, she looked to him as ifpleading for something.

“Everything, Ms.Cassidy.”

Again, she stood frozen asif fighting an inner battle. Ten…Nine... Eight… Her cheeks and upperchest brightened to an even deeper pink. Seven... Six... Five… he wasbecoming more impatient and agitatedly shifted in his seat.Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra, but held it in placeover her breasts as her eyes scanned the flooranxiously.

“I have neither time norpatience for embarrassment,” he narrowed his eyes as they fixed onher panty-covered mound. Humiliation,yes. There was plenty of room forthat. But he would not put up with shyness. She was gorgeous;flawless, in fact. No fake tits, not overly worked out. Absolutelyfucking perfect. What the hell did she have to be modestabout?

Elsa took in a big gulp ofair, pushed her shoulders back and let her hands fall to her side.Her bra hit the wooden floor in a soft thud and she met his gazeboldly as her chest heaved with each of her laboredbreaths.

“That’s better. Now finishdoing what I asked.”

Four...Three… Slipping her fingers underneaththe lace over her hips, she paused. Victor lifted his bottom offthe chair and reached into his pants to retrieve a pocket knife.Apparently she required assistance in doing what he hadasked.

Standing, he moved behindher.

“Victor…” she whisperedtensely when the knife opened with a click.

Wrapping an arm around herupper shoulders, he pulled her close to his body and placed a handover her mouth to silence her. “That’s Mr. Black. I won’t say itagain. Now I’ve already told you that you’re physically safe withinthese walls. Now hush,” he barked.

He slid the blade of theknife under the delicate fabric of her panties and in one quickmotion, cut them off of her, catching them in his hand.

“I detest undergarments,Elsa. I don’t care how sexy they are, they’re the biggestcock-block known to man. Rule number one: never wear them. Not inmy presence or anywhere else. Am I clear?”

He brought the panties tohis nose and inhaled deeply. Her scent erased all logical thoughtsfrom his brain and filled him with the kind of lust that made hisdick harden painfully. Flicking his tongue over the bend of herneck, he sunk his teeth into her soft flesh just hard enough toleave a mark without drawing blood, causing her to squeal heranswer.

“Yes…”

He would be content if thatone single word was the only one that came from her mouth. Victorlaughed to himself. Who the hell was he kidding? He loved theword no,too, when spoken in the right context.

***

The drafty house sentgoosebumps over Elsa’s bare skin. Pushing back against Mr. Black,she tried to sap some of the fierce heat he was putting off. Hisfirm, toned body and stiff cock pressing into her lower back madeher pant uncontrollably, despite her best efforts to appearimpervious to his touch. His large hand glided down her upper chestand squeezed a breast, his fingers plucking at the tight bud of hernipple.

“I expect you to get backon birth control…” he whispered into her ear.

Her arousal turned toexasperation. He knew too much about her, but how? How could oneman delve so deeply into her history as to know she had been offthe pill since her break up with Patrick? Why the hell was that anyof his business, anyway?

“I’ve made an appointmentfor you with a gynecologist on Monday afternoon. Choose somethingthat will delay your periods and minimize PMS. I don’t want yourmenstrual cycle interfering with our time together.”

If the sound of Mr. Black’svoice wasn’t so damned sexy and the hot breath from his mouth soenticing, she might have been a little more put off at how casuallyoverbearing his statement was. He was clearly a man who had donethis sort of thing before and every part of his plan with her waswell-thought out.

“You’re to be here, in thishouse, showered and ready for me every Saturday at 9:00 a.m.whether or not I’m here. Weekends belong to me, Elsa, but know thatour time is not strictly limited to those days. You are expected tobe at my service whenever you receive a message from me. You haveexactly forty five minutes from the time you receive my word to behere and prepared for me. Seeing as you have no one in your life, Idon’t foresee this being a problem.”

Elsa rolled her eyes andsighed. How fucking polite of Mr. Black to point out the painfullyobvious. Without warning, he spun her around and gripped her jawagonizingly tight.

“Don’t ever disrespect mein my house, Ms. Cassidy,” he growled, his nostrils flaring withfury.

Her body stiffened. Shehadn’t meant to be disrespectful. Strange and disquieting thoughtsbegan to race through her mind. Mr. Black had control issues thelikes of which she had never encountered. Taken aback with hissudden aggressive reaction, she offered no reply causing him toshake her face harshly as his temper flared.

“Should I write all thisdown for you?” he spat the words out contemptuously.

“No, I can remembereverything.”

“Good, because I don’t likerepeating myself,” he replied sharply, his green eyes clawing ather like talons.

“Yes, Mr. Black,” Elsawhispered while offering a demure smile to appease him and reassurehim that she would follow his rules.

His anger abated somewhatunder the warm glow of her smile and exhilaration fluttered in herbelly. What was it about this unpredictable man that made her wantto please him? Was she just so desperate for attention that itdidn’t matter who the man was? The blatant mischief in his eyesforced her to realize she didn’t care what the reasonwas.

Leaning into him, Elsaclosed her eyes and tipped her head forward. She wanted to feel hismouth on her and to taste the cigarette and mint again. Pullingback, a visible flicker of apprehension passed over hisface.

“I’m not interested inanything other than fucking you. I want to make that perfectlyclear.”

She thought she detected a hint of sadness inhis eyes as he spoke, but he quickly recovered and focused on herwith a hard glare. Content to just be his fuckfor now, she held out hope. Maybe, just maybe… she shook her head.There was no room to think about the future.

“I understand,” her ironictone concealed the mixed emotions she was feeling. Looking past himand out at the bright day, she countered, “I’m not looking foranything more, either.”

He gripped her chin,forcing her to face him. His deep-green eyes darkened as theylocked eyes and an accusing smile flitted across his mouth. “If youintend on deceiving me, you’re going to have to tryharder.”

Her mouth parted, herdefense ready to spill out when Mr. Black’s mouth slammed down ontohers. He heaved her into his firm embrace and brutally ravished hermouth, his kiss punishing and angry. His tongue stabbed into heropen mouth as his hand glided down her back to her nude ass,sending shivers of desire pulsing through her. Digging his fingersinto her fleshy bottom, her moan of pain could barely be heardsmothered against his lips. Elsa’s brain went blank and her bodywent limp in his arms. No one had ever kissed her so passionatelybefore. She couldn’t think or breathe or move. All she could do wasaccept his forceful tongue in her mouth and his powerfulembrace.