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and breathed out low and intentionally
seductive.
    Elsa bit back her tears and
sunk her teeth into her bottom lip until she tasted her own blood.
No. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing her humiliate
herself. But damn it, there they were again - his fingers in her
armpits, stabbing and poking until she screamed one last time,
unable to hold back any longer and let her urine go.
    So that was her punishment.
Not the tickling, but the lack of control and what came after. The
seat beneath her became thoroughly drenched and cold, repulsing her
as the stench of urine filled the room. When Mr. Black stood, she
scrambled off the lounger, trying to distance herself from the mess
she had made. Still bound, she stumbled and fell to her knees, but
promptly ripped the blindfold from her eyes.
    She squinted against the
light as her eyes came into focus and when she met Mr. Black’s
self-righteous glare, she stiffened, momentarily abashed. She
flushed miserably and was glad for the semidarkness of the room
which was hiding her face.
    Angry at herself for her
juvenile actions, she bit back her anger while he helped her to her
feet and steadied her. He bent down to untie her ankles and wrists,
and once her hands were freed and she came face-to-face with her
punisher, her humiliation turned to raw fury when she saw the
arrogant, satisfied look on his face. Reaching her hand back, her
palm caught him full force and square in the jaw, the strike so
hard her palm tingled and ached.
    He stood there, tall and
infuriated, glaring down at her. The muscle in his jaw quivered and
he leaned into her, only a mere few inches away, his eerie calm
unwavering.
    “Irrational behavior will
only make matters worse for you. And just for future reference: the
first one is free,” he touched his reddened cheek. “But only the first
one. Now clean yourself up,” he waved toward the
staircase.
    Elsa’s breath burned in her
throat, but she turned, pulled her skirt down over her thighs,
grabbed her bag and headed to the shower without another
word.
    Finally under the hot
water, she tried to clear her mind of what had just transpired. She
scanned her body and except for the light scuff marks on her knees
from when she had fallen, she was shocked to see no evidence of Mr.
Black’s persecution. He didn’t lie when he said no irreparable
physical damage would be caused, but still… She had just been made
to piss herself all because she didn’t do as he had ‘expected’ her
to do. What a complete douchebag. What the hell was his problem?
Was he this cruel to all his women? And what exactly was his
profession, other than being a gorgeous asshole?
    She shook her head. She
didn’t care. She finished cleaning up and quickly clothed herself
in a clean dress, ready to run for the hills. Exiting from the
bathroom with her belongings in hand, Mr. Black was seated on the
corner of the bed waiting for her.
    “So that’s it?” he asked as
he eyed her backpack.
    “You’re an asshole,” she
countered icily.
    He raised his eyebrows
condescendingly. “I never said I wasn’t.”
    She blinked long and hard
before spinning on her heel to leave.
    “You’re forgetting about
our contract, Ms. Cassidy,” she heard over her shoulder.
    She laughed inwardly and
allowed her rebellious emotions to get out of hand. “It’s not a
real contract and I didn’t forget,” she retorted.
    Just as she turned the knob
of the door, she felt hot hands on her shoulders as Mr. Black
whirled her around to stare at her, quick anger rising in his eyes.
“Oh, it’s real, Sweetheart.”
    “Shove it,” she narrowed
her eyes back.
    Pushing her against the
door and pinning her between his solid body and the wood, a deep
rumble floated up from his throat, “I’d rather shove my cock down
your throat.” He nipped at her bottom lip while pulling the strap
of her bag off her arm and letting it fall to the floor.
    As appealing as that
sounded, Elsa still put her hands up and pushed