Grace Street (A Chapter 8 Novel, #1) (17 page)

Her attention was somewhere
other than on what was in front of her when Victor unexpectedly
pulled her into a dark alcove and shoved her up against a brick
wall. There was no time to think or to comprehend what was going on
when his mouth and hands ravaged her. She felt the heady sensation
of his lips against her neck and her blood pounded in her temples
when he hauled her skirt up an over her hips. Dropping her shoes,
she let out a small moan and fisted his hair.

His mouth seared a path
down her neck to her shoulders and worked its way down. Kneeling
between her legs, he savagely began to suck at her clitoris.
Closing her eyes, the feeling of arousal wrapped itself around her
like a warm blanket until she heard voices only a few feet away.
Her heart lurched into her throat and her eyes darted to where the
sounds were coming from. She could see the shadows of people
walking by only a mere few feet away and her body tensed with
mortification.

“What’s the matter, Elsa?”
he let out a short breathy laugh against her damp folds. His tongue
flicked her clit and he sunk two fingers into her making her bite
her fist to try and stifle her groan of pleasure.

She grabbed his hair
harshly and tried to drag his mouth away from her when she heard
giggling to her right. She couldn’t be sure there were people
watching her or not, but she didn’t dare look in that direction for
fear of finding out the truth.

“Victor, please. People
might be watching,” she whispered loudly.

“You like to watch, but you
don’t like to be watched?” he nibbled at her now swollen
pearl.

Was this another one of his
damned games? She tried to escape his oral attack only to have him
grip her waist forcefully and hold her in place. He glided back up
her body and turned her away from him as he pressed her body
against the scratchy and cool wall. She pushed her ass out trying
to get him away from him, but soon regretted her action.

“So that’s how you want
it?” she could hear the smile in his voice. “I aim to please, Ms.
Cassidy.”

Like hell he did. He aimed
to humiliate and embarrass her. She could hear more shuffling near
the street and whispers in the distance and a wave of apprehension
swept through her as she gasped and panted in terror.
Victor was a known public figure. Yet even in the
shadows, people could possibly see them. In the age of YouTube,
could he really afford to have sex on the street when it
was
possible he would be
recognized? Didn’t he care or was he just so reckless in his quest
to get his way and play his game that he ignored the
obvious?

“Victor,
please,
” she
begged.

“There’s no need to beg for
it, Peach,” he purred against her neck.

Victor’s body shifted and
she could hear the zipper of his pants and the jingle of belt.
Suddenly her apprehension turned to something she didn’t expect –
excitement. He was really going to fuck her in this alley and the
knowledge left her both thrilled and frightened.

Her stomach clenched when
she felt his mouth on her bottom, his tongue seeking gratification.
She pressed her palms against the cold stone and instinctively
pushed her rear-end out to him, wanting his tongue inside of
her.

“That’s it, give into me…”
he moaned out as he licked the crack of her ass and briefly dipped
his tongue into her anus.

This
…Yes, this delicious thing
he was doing… Elsa mewled with delight with each thrust of his
tongue into that forbidden place. It had been so long since she
felt the pleasure of this sinful thing. She accepted his mouth and
drowned out the sounds of people walking by only feet away and
focused on the wet, sucking sounds coming from his mouth on her
ass. It was only the two of them she repeated over and over. She
had to convince herself of it or else she couldn’t go through with
Victor’s game plan.

Abruptly standing up, she
felt Victor’s wet fingers poke into her rectum - first one, then
two inserted gently. His movements stilled when she contracted down
onto his digits and he waited until she relaxed. Slowly,
centimeter-by-centimeter, he worked them in and out of her as his
mouth descended once more on her neck.

He began to suck and gnaw
so fiercely, it was all she could do not to scream. The exquisite
pain was so overwhelming, but felt so damned good. As she eased
into his rhythm, the head of his warm shaft was felt near her ass.
Steadily, he pushed in.

“God damn, Elsa…” he
murmured.

God damn was
right.
No one existed in that moment;
it was just the two of them fucking in the shadows of that dingy,
smelly alley. With each penetration, he pushed deeper until she
felt his balls hit her pussy.

Wrapping an arm around her
waist, Victor drew her to him and buried his face in her hair which
was now damp with sweat and hiding her eyes.

“The next breath you take,
you’ll be you screaming for me to allow your release. I may or may
not give you my consent. It all depends on how freely you let those
beautiful tears of yours flow. So if you want to come… cry for me,
Elsa.”

Nothing about this man was
sublime. He was intense, irrational, passionate and uncompromising,
and Elsa couldn’t get enough. Snaking his hand from her belly down
to her pussy, he thrust his two middle fingers into her as he
continued to pump into her ass unrelentingly. He tugged at her
vagina’s inner wall making her bite her lip so hard, she tasted her
own blood. He wanted her tears…
but
why
? What was it about her tears that
aroused him?

“Don’t make me ask again,”
he growled low and deep as he bit into the nape of her
neck.

The throbbing in her neck
was severe enough it drowned out the pleasure in her bottom. He dug
his fingers deeper into her sex and thrust balls deep into her ass
as the pain and pleasure fought against one another to overtake
her.

Her lower belly began to
pulsate and her loins heated to an unbearable temperature. She was
close. Rising on her tip toes ready to come, Victor’s hand stilled
as he clutched at her pussy harshly.

“Tears, Elsa. I don’t see
them.”

Her body began to quiver
and she tried to force the tears to come, but it was no use. “I
want to come, please make me come…” she panted out as she ground
her ass back onto his pulsating shaft.

She thrashed her head back
and forth and began to whimper with need.

“You’re so close, I can
feel it. Just cry for me… give me your tears…”

Victor’s usually demanding
voice was all at once unfamiliar and different - vulnerable and
desperate.

“Don’t deny me, Elsa. Give
them to me…” he whispered in her ear.

He thrust his fingers into
her again to give her release and the devastating sound of his
husky voice crushed her. His desire was a like a drug, lulling her
to euphoria and she turned her head to look at him.

“Yes, Victor,” she nearly
sobbed at the sight of his black eyes dazzling with fury and
yearning.

Wanting nothing more than
to give him what he wanted, she conjured the worst of her memories.
D
redging up each time her heart had been broken and how
desolate she felt every time a lover told her goodbye, the tears
began to stream down her flushed cheeks.
This
time they had come freely and with no anger behind them, and she
didn’t feel wrong about having done it. The reward for her tears
was sweeter than she could’ve ever imagined when she saw elation in
his normally tortured eyes. This man, Victor Laurenzo, had opened
up something within her and
had dragged her to the dark side
to show her what her body was made for –
him
.

A satisfied smile graced
his rugged and magnificent face and he plunged one last time into
her. Grunting loudly, his cock twitched and she felt his warm
release. He remained inside of her as he continued to finger her
until her climax came only a few short moments later. He quickly
withdrew from her and spun her around to kiss each of her eyes and
swipe away her tears with his thumbs.

The last of her orgasm
slowly subsided, leaving her in a weakened state and Victor held
her steady as he stared down into her eyes, imploring her for some
unknown thing.

“Has anyone ever told you
how beautiful you look when you cry?” She shook her head
no,
still too
fatigued to speak. “Then I’m happy to be the first.”

Feeling
weary, Elsa collapsed onto the chaise as soon they arrived back at
the brownstone leaving Victor to carry her up to the master suite
and undress her. He was momentarily reminded of having to care for
his mother while he cleaned her up as she slept, though this was by
far more pleasurable.

As Eight slept, he reached for the key around
his neck only to find it missing. He shot her an accusing look as
he stood glaring down at her. His jaw clenched at the thought of
her going behind his back and snooping into things that were none
of her fucking business. But he would’ve read deception on her
face. Wouldn’t he have? He casually looked around the room thinking
perhaps it had come off during their violent exchange that morning.
Something glinted against the overhead bedroom light next to the
chair and there it sat – the skeleton key on a chain. He sighed
with relief. He was glad to not have to dole out any more
punishment.

He placed it back around his neck and tucked
her in, pecking her on the forehead before he went into spare room
to journal his thoughts. Once in there, he decided against watching
the video footage of Eight’s torment. It was still plenty vivid in
his memory, so there was no need. He reached for his briefcase and
noticed the latch open. He stared at it for a moment trying to
remember if he had left it like that. He blinked several times and
looked around the room to see if anything was out of place. It all
looked as he had left it and he shook his head. He was getting
paranoid in his old age.

Resting his legs on the desk, he leaned the
chair back and began penning his feelings.

Rules were broken tonight, my rules for
myself to be specific. I suppose it was an experiment not only for
you, but me. Being with a subject in an uncontrolled environment is
a new twist in the game. But change is good, not only for you
Eight, but for me as well. It keeps me on my toes and my mind
alert.

You were well-behaved while we were out,
though I expected no less from you. I’ve seen you interact in
public before and other than the first time you nearly slapped your
uninvited guest, you’ve always exuded professionalism. But it’s
behind closed doors and in the shadows where you really shine.
That’s where you let your true self out.

My, God, those tears… I almost wish you
hadn’t given me what I asked for.
Almost
.
But you did and they were nothing less than spectacular. And real.
What I wouldn’t give to know what you were feeling that made them
flow so flawlessly – what memory you recalled to satiate my sick
hunger for them. It wasn’t I who caused them this time - no pain or
punishment handed out, no harsh or cruel words to make it happen,
yet they came effortlessly.

My feelings are mixed. An emotion I haven’t
felt since the Chapter I do not speak of made its way into my
psyche – hope. But hope for what? I am not young and easily
manipulated anymore. Hope is for fools and I am no fool, nor will I
be made into one by the mere presence of your fucking tears. I
enjoy the torment I cause too much for that to happen. Not always,
but often enough to know that I crave absolute power in a way that
defines who I am.

Yet tonight... when you gave them freely it
was a different kind of control I experienced. I have dominated my
partners before, Peach, let me be clear about that, but your
submission tonight was… I’m still unable to find the words to
describe it. Those God damned tears have clouded my thoughts.

I must focus harder than I’ve had to before
when I’m with you. My game plan is still to test your limits to
make you into someone stronger. Your heart-felt willingness will
not deter me and neither will your soul crushing tears.

My usual methods of breaking a subject are
proving of no value with you and for that reason I must now adopt a
different stance in order achieve my goal. I must push you harder
until you break. But I will break you with words and use actions
only when necessary. It only seems appropriate, no? Sweet words for
a juicy, sweet peach.

***

Elsa woke to the sun shining through the
bedroom window and the heat of Mr. Black’s body enveloping her. He
had stayed the night and slept next to her. Just thinking about it
made her heart swell with familiar, but unwanted emotions.

With sleep still in her eyes, Mr. Black
rolled over and gathered her in his arms. No words were spoken as
he leaned down onto her and eased his morning wood between her
legs. Elsa loved morning sex. She could think of no better way to
begin her day than with Mr. Black inside of her and staring down at
her as he fucked her slowly. This was the real man behind the
designation of Mr. Black: the unpretentious and peaceful Victor
Laurenzo. Their limbs twisted and intertwined under the sheets and
she arched her back, letting out a satisfied sigh as he pushed deep
inside of her.