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one would suddenly overwhelm her. As her skirt began to hike up
around her hips, her pussy throbbed its yearning and she opened her
legs to him, eager to have him.
    “So trusting…” he ground
out between his teeth as if agitated by the thought.
    Yes, she was trusting; too
trusting. And she knew it. But damn the consequences – she wanted
him deep inside of her. Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she hadn’t
even realized when he brought her hands down and over her belly and
looped his tie around her wrists. When she felt the tug of the silk
and the blood constrict in her palms, her eyes popped open and her
body tensed. She tried to sit up but Mr. Black’s large hands pushed
her shoulders back down and he repositioned his body over hers,
straddling her and rendering her completely immobile.
    “Now you’re really mine to
do with whatever I want,” his lips parted in a dazzling display of
straight, white teeth and his sparkling green eyes glowed in the
darkening room as the sun began to set.
    Good God, that smile. It
was stunning beyond words. He hadn’t yet graced her with a smile
like that and it was hard to take her eyes off of him. And the
boyish look on his stubbled face? Whatever reservation she had
about him and his intentions melted in an instance, her body
relaxing into the velvet cushion beneath her.
    His long fingers touched
the buttons of her shirt just as she raised her bound hands above
her head. Locking eyes, he tugged hard and in one motion, all the
ornamented buttons flew off her blouse as he ripped it open. Elsa
gasped. She loved that shirt and now she was out not only her
favorite skirt, but one of her beloved tops. Not that she gave too
much thought to it. She was too thrilled and horrified at his
actions to truly care.
    Yanking the lacy fabric of
her bra under her breasts, his fingertips skimmed her flesh and his
mouth crushed down into her bosom, his teeth plucking and nipping
at her tender and under-used nipples. Just when she began to ease
into the rhythm of his sucking, he abruptly sat up, his malachite
eyes dark like ominous storm clouds.
    “My word is law, Elsa.
L-A-W,” he drew out the word. “When I say I expect something to be
done, what I mean is: don’t fucking think, just do as I say. It’s
not a difficult concept to wrap that pretty little head of yours
around. My house. My rules. Are you getting it now?” he asked
smoothly, his voice thick with desire.
    She nodded her
understanding but gritted her teeth and tried to relax. Who the
hell did this guy think he was and why the hell was she allowing
him to speak to her like that? Because on some level she liked it;
even craved it. Hell - needed it. This man had asshole written
all over him and lucky for the both of them; she had a thing for
assholes. Her mind was clouded with a combination of excitement,
irritation and fear causing her to involuntarily tense under his
firm body.
    “Now that we have that out
of the way, I can dispense your punishment…” he trailed off as his
hands hiked her skirt up the remainder of the way and high over her
hips where he sensually traced every detail of her tattoo,
centimeter by centimeter inching his fingertip over her
ribcage.
    The devilish smirk on Mr.
Black’s face sent shivers over Elsa’s torso. He lowered his head
and nipped at the cherry blossom just over her pelvic bone and
sealed it with a lick. She welcomed whatever else he had planned.
How bad could it be? He said she was safe within these
walls…
    Tucking his fingers into
one of his pants pockets, he brought out the panties he had cut off
of her earlier. She couldn’t resist a small smile at the thought of
him having been doing whatever he was out doing with her panties in
his possession. Sliding himself down, he wrapped the torn underwear
around her ankles and tied them snugly.
    Next, he reached underneath
the chaise and brought out a small container of baby powder and
began to dust it over the exposed parts of her body, her