When his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he moved behind her and bent down, bringing her ass front and center. Clamping onto her cheeks, he spread them, exposing the puckered, pink hole that looked just like he remembered; tight and ready to be taken.

“I missed this part of you.”

Her breath hitched and he smiled at the discomfort he was causing her. Gliding his tongue up her crack, he dipped his tongue into her, causing her body to jerk from the sudden intrusion.

“Mmm,” he breathed against her just before he pressed his tongue into her again. Her body tensed but as he began tongue fucking that glorious hole, she relaxed and sounds of pleasure slipped past her lips. Grabbing onto her fleshy hips, he pulled her onto his tongue time and time again until he couldn’t take anymore. He needed to be inside of her. With his fingers now dry, he stood and reached for the tube of lubricant lying on the tallboy.

Placing a liberal amount onto his fingers, he gently poked his drenched fingers into her ass until he felt her muscles clamp down. Pausing, he nibbled her shoulder blade.

“Such a dirty girl,” he whispered into her ear, making her body shudder and her ass muscles relax. “Try to image yourself opening up to me, Peach; wide enough for my cock to slide easily into you. Think: open. Say it,” he whispered into her ear, hoping her compliance would continue uninhibited.

To his absolute joy and shock, her barely audible voice filled his ears.

Her brows pinched together as she internally struggled to accept what he was doing to her. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if she would follow his order, but to his surprise, her lips parted and the word flowed past her lips.

“Open,” she sighed and twitched.

Several slow pumps of his fingers later, her ass opened up for him and a sense of urgency filled him. Removing his fingers, he pressed the head of his shaft into her entrance. She moaned, but pushed her ass against him.

“Did you miss this?”

Her positive response came in the form of whimpers and groans. A little too overzealous, he pushed deeply into her, making her cry out. He withdrew slowly until only the head of his dick remained in her. As tight as she was and the way her body was responding, he wondered if he really had been the last person to take her this way. From the tales Mr. Self-Important-Nathan-Duncan used to share with him, he was strictly a no-kink kind of guy. Victor doubted the man even liked anal sex.

“You love this, don’t you?” he pushed into her a little more.

Elsa swayed her body again, accepting all of him, but he wanted a real answer this time. “I want to hear you say it.”

Hesitantly and barely a whisper, she answered. “Yes.”

Enjoying the sound of her anxiety, he continued. “Does your future husband know you like anal sex?” he asked as he thrust into her gently still.

She shook her head slowly.

“Words, Elsa,” he purred.

“No,” she whined.

Pumping in and out of her casually, he persisted, “Why doesn’t the man you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, know your perversions, Elsa? Don’t you think that’s important for him to know in order to keep you satisfied?”

Her body trembled to his soft spoken words, and again, she only panted and whimpered. Becoming annoyed with her, he fought the urge to fuck her violently. Taking a hold of her waist with one hand and reaching over her shoulder to grab her chin with the other, he turned her head toward him, forcing her to face him, but she closed her eyes tightly.

His tongue slicked the shell of her ear, coaxing her to respond. “Open your eyes and answer my question,” he cooed as he plunged balls deep into her, making her mewl and squirm. The sound of her pained excitement sent chaotic images of how he would make her submit racing through his head and when her iridescent eyes opened and stared at his mouth, it was all he could do to not come.

“Yes,” her answer finally came.

“Yes what?” he intentionally kept his tone mellow and calm.

“Yes, he should know… he does know… I mean…” she stumbled over her words. “I asked for this but he didn’t want to…”

“Maybe you should have stressed just how much you like it,” a soft, wet sucking sound as he pulled his cock out, “Perhaps you should’ve told him just how much you love being dominated and fucked in the ass.”

“You’re right, damn it. Is that what you want to hear?” she angrily tried to thrash her head away from him, but his grip was too firm.

Goddamn straight he was right. Satisfied he had made his point, he let go of her face and readied himself to give her the fucking her body was built to take and yearning for. Widening his stance and holding onto her hips, he rocked her body forward and back onto his shaft, each time, his penetration delving further into her wet depths. Tipping his head forward, he let a long ribbon of drool flow from his lips down the crack of her ass, lubricating her fully. When he did and when Elsa felt it, they both moaned out in perfect sync. This thing between them was undeniable. Intimate. Real. His perversions were hers and she clearly needed his touch as much as he craved hers. That jerk-off hadn’t taken her this way and it was his fucking loss. What that man had neglected, Victor would nurture and cherish. This part of Elsa belonged to him. Only to him.

6: Terms & Conditions

Elsa woke curled up lying next to Victor, dressed in a nightshirt and loose fitting yoga pants that weren’t her own. The sun outside let her know that it was early evening and left her to guess that she had slept for more than three hours. Her movement caused him to put down a stack of papers he was reading.

“Work?” she asked, not knowing what to say or how to react after their intimate and revealing scene. As he readjusted himself in bed, she studied his profile – her eyes settling on the scar that she had dreamt about more than once. The moment felt surreal. Her comfortable life with Nate now felt like a distant memory and guilt started to gnaw at her. When Nate’s face flashed in her mind, her body stiffened and she rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling.

“Uh-huh,” Victor nodded.

Grabbing the covers at the foot of the bed, she pulled them over herself, still feeling awkward and ashamed at being with Victor. “Anything I’ve heard about?”

“Probably,” he answered vaguely as he watched her. He scooted down onto his back, tugging the covers back off of her and ghosted his fingertips over her upper arm as he analyzed her reaction.

Goosebumps covered her flesh and she looked past him, trying to find away to come to peace with the situation.

“What’s on your mind?” Victor’s question couldn’t be answered without giving away too much and she wasn’t about to give him any kind of upper hand. Instead¸ she asked the question that had been lingering on her mind since reading about Chapter Four.

“Have you been with any other men besides Jordan?”

His brows went up and his body tensed under her intense gaze, but he answered. “No.” When she lay quietly nonresponsive, he gave her a small smile. “You seem disappointed.”

She was, though she didn’t know why. “Maybe a little,” she stated truthfully.

He pulled back to scan her facial expression, his brows pinched together. “Why?”

Shrugging her shoulders, she avoided his eyes. “I just like the mental image of you with a man. It’s a sexy fantasy. I like…” she paused, suddenly feeling like she was revealing too much so early in the game.

“Go on,” he prompted.

Shaking her head, she clammed up. After having been denied all information about him except for what she had read in his case study, she was unable to find the words for her sick interest in wanting to know the details of his sexual escapades. When she finally found the courage to glance up at him, he had a curious look on his face as if he was studying her. Undoubtedly, he was.