Grace Street (A Chapter 8 Novel, #1) (6 page)

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

“Yes…”

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

***

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

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

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

“I’ve made an appointment
for you with a gynecologist on Monday afternoon. Choose something
that will delay your periods and minimize PMS. I don’t want your
menstrual cycle interfering with our time together.”

If the sound of Mr. Black’s
voice wasn’t so damned sexy and the hot breath from his mouth so
enticing, she might have been a little more put off at how casually
overbearing his statement was. He was clearly a man who had done
this sort of thing before and every part of his plan with her was
well-thought out.

“You’re to be here, in this
house, 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 that
our time is not strictly limited to those days. You are expected to
be at my service whenever you receive a message from me. You have
exactly forty five minutes from the time you receive my word to be
here and prepared for me. Seeing as you have no one in your life, I
don’t foresee this being a problem.”

Elsa rolled her eyes and
sighed. How fucking polite of Mr. Black to point out the painfully
obvious. Without warning, he spun her around and gripped her jaw
agonizingly tight.

“Don’t ever disrespect me
in my house, Ms. Cassidy,” he growled, his nostrils flaring with
fury.

Her body stiffened. She
hadn’t meant to be disrespectful. Strange and disquieting thoughts
began to race through her mind. Mr. Black had control issues the
likes of which she had never encountered. Taken aback with his
sudden aggressive reaction, she offered no reply causing him to
shake her face harshly as his temper flared.

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

“No, I can remember
everything.”

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

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

His anger abated somewhat
under the warm glow of her smile and exhilaration fluttered in her
belly. What was it about this unpredictable man that made her want
to please him? Was she just so desperate for attention that it
didn’t matter who the man was? The blatant mischief in his eyes
forced her to realize she didn’t care what the reason
was.

Leaning into him, Elsa
closed her eyes and tipped her head forward. She wanted to feel his
mouth on her and to taste the cigarette and mint again. Pulling
back, a visible flicker of apprehension passed over his
face.

“I’m not interested in
anything other than fucking you. I want to make that perfectly
clear.”

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

“I understand,” her ironic
tone concealed the mixed emotions she was feeling. Looking past him
and out at the bright day, she countered, “I’m not looking for
anything more, either.”

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

Her mouth parted, her
defense ready to spill out when Mr. Black’s mouth slammed down onto
hers. He heaved her into his firm embrace and brutally ravished her
mouth, his kiss punishing and angry. His tongue stabbed into her
open mouth as his hand glided down her back to her nude ass,
sending shivers of desire pulsing through her. Digging his fingers
into her fleshy bottom, her moan of pain could barely be heard
smothered against his lips. Elsa’s brain went blank and her body
went limp in his arms. No one had ever kissed her so passionately
before. She couldn’t think or breathe or move. All she could do was
accept his forceful tongue in her mouth and his powerful
embrace.

Tugging at her hair and
undoing her bun, he withdrew from her to breathe against her greedy
mouth, “I want your hair down at all times when in my presence,”
before recapturing her lips again.

Yet another ridiculous
rule. How many would there be? Elsa partitioned off a special
folder in her brain titled
Black’s
Rules
. She suspected it wouldn’t be
long until the allotted space would be overflowing with absurd
stipulations. She didn’t give a damn. She would follow his rules to
the end of time so long as he kept kissing her the way he
was.

***

Abruptly Victor backed away
from Elsa, leaving her a wet, breathless mess and drew the chair
that sat behind him up close to her. His pulse was still pounding
from their kiss and he had to fight the irresistible urge to take
her. It was all about the anticipation and he intended prolonging
it as long as feasibly possible.

Slowly and seductively, his
gaze slid down her body as he seated himself. He drank in the image
of her, etching into his brain each of her scars and wrinkles He
would memorize every inch of her body from the outside-in, from the
colorful cherry blossom tattoo that began just above her pelvic
bone and crept sexily up her ribcage, to her endearing laugh lines,
to the soft curves of her waist, to her firm calves, to the small
mole on her left ass cheek and everything in between. Then, and
only then, would he learn how she felt from the inside.

Elsa moved forward, but he
firmly put his hand up, halting her. She had proven how easy it was
to read her lies and now it was time to test her threshold of
humiliation.

“It’s time for your
physical examination. Face away from me and grab your ankles,” he
commanded, his voice thick and steady.

A probing query came into
her eyes and her normally inquisitive demeanor darkened with raw
mortification. A cherry pink blush slowly crept over her cheeks as
his words sank in.
Ten... Nine...
Eight...

“You can’t be serious,” she
suddenly paled, her voice a stifled and unnatural
whisper.

Victor was enthralled by
what he saw - the beginnings of humiliation and realization. For an
instant, his glance sharpened. He measured her with a cool
appraising look as he stared back in waiting silence, ignoring her
statement.

Seven...
Six
… He let out an audible and
agitated sigh. Five…

She swallowed loudly and
woodenly turned her body away.
Four...
Three...
Victor had hoped the day’s
activities wouldn’t include punishment, but…
Two…

Just as the number
one
eased into
his subconscious, Elsa bent over and grabbed a hold of her ankles,
exposing her entire self to him, opening her body to his
manipulations. Victor bit into his lower lip until it throbbed. It
would be so easy to fuck her, with the way her pussy was inviting
him and its glistening folds taunting him. He tipped his chair onto
the front legs and took hold of her waist to steady her. Just one
more taste. From her clit to her anus, he licked slowly, savoring
her feminine flavor. He dug his fingertips brutally into her hips,
leaving his mark and making her body quake. As he nibbled a cheek,
he slid his two middle fingers deep into her pussy.

“Thoroughly wet and
sufficiently tight,” he whispered, making her wince. He liked her
reaction so much, he felt compelled to add more to her discomfort.
“So tight and so wet. Such a dirty girl…” he drew out the words
slowly.

His flesh prickled when he
felt her body heat from embarrassment. He pumped his digits in
slowly at first, then more rapidly. The newness of Elsa’s body was
a welcome change from that of Seven. Even her grunts and groans of
pleasure were more appealing. Everything about her was more
fascinating. Proud of himself for having chosen her from amongst
the crowd at The Brewery, he smiled smugly. Her gasps of delight
began to come closer together and her inner walls contracted around
his digits. Yanking his fingers out, he sucked at her swollen clit
for yet another taste, unable to deny himself the
satisfaction.

“More than satisfactorily
succulent,” he breathed against her pussy.

Just as his crotch cooled
with the wetness of precum, his watch chirped, reminding him of his
appointment. He hissed and cursed under his breath. The fucking
real world was beckoning him and he hesitantly brought his chair
back onto all fours.

“We’re done here,” he
griped, annoyed he hadn’t gotten to feel her pussy quiver with
orgasm around his tongue, taste her come or finish with his
examination.

Elsa stood and faced him
with a hurt expression on her face as her breasts rose and fell
with her excited breathing. Victor watched her closely, trying to
read her thoughts, though it took no genius to figure out why she
was frustrated. He was upset at their interruption as well. He had
planned on at least fucking her mouth before his appointment and
now he was kicking himself for having made her wait so long while
he watched her roam about the house and nap. He had almost been
caught in the act of playing the voyeur when she had tried to pick
the lock of his surveillance room and he made a mental note to have
the door more securely fastened before the next weekend.

Standing, he pushed a stray
wisp of her hair from her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her
forehead. His lips touched her skin before he realized what he had
done. Without saying anything more, he retrieved his briefcase and
moved toward the entrance.

“You’re to be here waiting
for me when I get back,” he gave his final word as he opened the
door.

Standing in the middle of
the room, Elsa faced him. “When will that be?”

“Whenever I see
fit.”

“But I haven’t brought
anything with me for a weekend stay…” her melodic voice drifted off
as he closed the door behind him.

Weaving in and out of traffic, Victor sped to the Virginia
State Penitentiary. The meeting he had been trying to get for
nearly a month was finally upon him. Once on the highway, he
glanced in the rear-view mirror and ran his fingers through his
dark hair. He spied a gray hair at his temple and grimaced. He was
getting too old for these debauched games, but, God, how he loved
them. And hell, he was good at them. He had stopped trying to deny
who he was or what he had become – cruel and methodical - a long
time ago. It was in his DNA so it’s not like he could’ve denied
those tendencies even if he tried. Or could he? He plucked the
silver strand from his head and tossed it aside along with the
thought that he could deny what he was.

His thoughts wandered from
his upcoming meeting to Elsa and her brazen statement about signing
her name in blood. His eyes shifted momentarily to his briefcase.
Her file was filling up fast with all sorts of delightful
surveillance photos and tawdry little details about her life,
medical history, childhood and past relationships. She was a
fascinating specimen and he couldn’t help but feel like he had
lucked out in choosing her. He loved the initial high of
infiltrating a new target’s life and all the feelings of authority
and power that a fresh test subject brought. It’s too bad those
feelings didn’t linger and the inevitable staleness of familiarity
set in.

Bringing his hand to his
nose, he inhaled her sweetly fragrant and musky aroma still
lingering on his fingers. He hoped his time with her would last
longer than that of Seven. With her scent still enticing his
senses, he reached into his pants pocket and retrieved her panties
and eyed them with a satisfied smile. He wondered if she would
follow his order to stay put or if she would defy him. He had
learned over the years that waiting was a form of punishment in and
of itself. He liked the mental image of her impatiently waiting for
him, though on some small level he wanted her to disobey him so he
could dole out his reprisal. Her longing gazes and foolish
trustfulness needed to be tempered with emotional pain and
humiliation, and he was just the man to shred her lack of caution.
As appealing as punishing her sounded, Victor knew it was too soon
to consider such an idea. Unless, of course, she brought his wrath
on herself. But still, he wanted to frighten her, not scare her
away. Not just yet, anyway.