Grace Street (A Chapter 8 Novel, #1) (9 page)

This was what oral was
supposed to be like – sloppy and wet. He felt the tight muscles of
the back of her throat capture him and he pried his eyes open,
wanting to see the sinful vision of her red hair all around him and
her drool-soaked lips. Rising up on his elbows, he pushed her long
locks to the side to get a better view and she didn’t disappoint.
For all her unnecessary bashfulness, she gave head like that’s what
she was born to do. She placed both her hands at the base of his
penis, twisting them in opposite directions and it was all he could
do to not shoot his load down her throat.

It was time for another
lesson in humiliation 101. He pulled her hands away from his shaft
and pulled them behind her back, pinning them there with one hand
while he grabbed a handful of her hair with the other. He thrust
his hips upwards while simultaneously pushing down on her head,
forcing himself deep into her throat. Elsa’s body jerked as she
gagged loudly and a debauched grin spread over his face. Dragging
her mouth away from his dick, a thick ribbon of drool pooled out of
her mouth and down his cock. How would she react to this? Tears
again?

Elsa’s watery eyes met his
and to his incomprehension, there wasn’t one ounce of shame or
remorse shining back. He pushed her head down again trying to
elicit discomfiture, but still, all that was gazing back at him was
longing and that same damned defiance as before. She was a dirty
girl after all, or maybe something in between filthy and demure.
Perhaps she couldn’t be put into any one category at all. She
clearly liked being dominated and the feeling of complete authority
surged through him.

He heaved her body to the
side and ravaged her, tearing her clothes off like a madman, the
fabric of her snug-fitting dress shredding under his ravenous
hands. She fisted his hair and bit into his neck harshly, making
him hiss through his gritted teeth. So she liked it rough, too. He
shoved her onto her back and fumbled in the nightstand for a
condom. He tore open the package and with the agility of a porn
star, had it on in seconds.

Elsa spread her legs to
accept him and her submission besieged him. He had humiliated her
and yet she was still offering herself to him willingly. Was she so
desperate for attention that none of his actions would deter her?
Or was it simply that she had no common sense? Everything that he
had put her through thus far should’ve told her to run the other
way. Not that he wanted her to and not that he would allow it even
if she tried.

Draping one of her legs
over his shoulder while pushing the other out away from him, he
inhaled deeply. Her scent was nothing less than intoxicating. He
loved the smell of cunt, too. Go figure. Opening her labia with his
thumb and index finger, he plucked at her clit with his teeth,
tugging and sucking at it until it swelled and brightened to a
crimson red. When Elsa was a wet, squirming mess, he slipped his
hands under her bottom and tipped her pelvis up to gain better
access as he slipped his tongue into her.

The way her body responded
to his touch caused Victor’s heart to thunder in his chest, the
throbbing felt in his cock with each of his heartbeats. Nails on
his scalp teased and enticed him as he tongue fucked her to within
an inch of an orgasm.

Just as Elsa began to
shudder, he gripped her waist and flipped her onto her stomach.
Again, he wrenched her wrists behind her and pinned them to the
small of her back and in one purposeful thrust, sunk balls deep
into her. She let out a long sigh followed by a moan, but raised
her ass and ground into him, meeting him thrust for solid thrust.
Face down, her muffled grunts of excitement could barely be heard
as he continued to pump into her fiery, hot pussy. Leaning down, he
bit her shoulder blade with the same fierceness she had nibbled his
neck, his revenge sweetened by her shriek of pain.

Biting into her milky flesh
once more, her body began to quiver and the muscles of her inner
walls contracted. He would allow her to come but not for her own
pleasure, for his. He slowed his movements and stroked in and out
slowly and deeply as the waves of her orgasm crashed against his
stiffness. Backing away slightly with only the head of his cock in
her, he thrust shallow, allowing her body to recuperate from her
orgasm. When her body stilled, he plunged deep again until he got
his release.

Fatigued, he peeled his
condom off and threw himself onto the bed next to Elsa, listening
to the slowing of her rapid breathing. He pulled her close, his
chest to her back, allowing her to sap the heat from his body and
simultaneously cool his overheated core. He placed his mouth next
to her jugular vein and waited until he felt her rapidly beating
heart slow and her breathing deepen.

While Elsa slept,
he
fell in and out of consciousness for only an hour, his mind always
straying to his current case.
The murders in and
around Cambridge, Massachusetts, weighed heavily on his mind and he
hoped, even prayed that Ant could give him some insight as to who
the perpetrator might be. The case was at a standstill and the
families of the three victims were pushing him hard to do
something, anything, to bring them and their loved ones justice. He
feared the body count was higher than three, but he kept that to
himself until he could prove otherwise. Images of the decomposed
bodies flashed in his mind. What a fucking nightmare.

Tired of his overwrought
thoughts, he gazed down at Elsa. She was so beautiful; stunning,
actually. Hell, they all were if he really thought about it - all
fucking eight of them, even that pain in the ass Seven. He was such
an asshole for having done what he did to them.

His body began to sweat
profusely and his heart pound in his chest when he thought about
where his life was taking him and the man he had become. He sat
upright on the edge of the bed and spots filled his vision. He
closed his eyes and concentrated on slowing his heartbeat and
quickened breathing. He had to find the killer. He just had to. To
do anything less would be unacceptable.

With his emotions and
faculties back in check, he glanced over his shoulder. Reaching
behind him, he pushed the hair from Elsa’s eyes before he rose from
the bed. As he stood watching her, he briefly wondered if she was
dreaming about him, though he doubted it. She was most likely
dreaming about Patrick, however, he had no idea why. His background
check of the man hadn’t revealed anything that stood out and by all
outward appearances, he wasn’t even attractive and his grooming
habits were less than pleasing. He shook his head. Reaching down,
he ghosted his finger over a branch of her tattoo causing her turn
onto her other side. Elsa was way out of his league. What the hell
did she see in him anyway?

He exited the bedroom
before giving one last look in her direction to make sure she was
soundly asleep. When he was positive, he reached for the skeleton
key that was hanging around his neck on a chain, and let himself
into the spare room across the hall from the master
suite.

Sitting at the bank of
video screens, one for each room, he brought up the videos and
images of the day, from their first meeting, to her piss-fest, to
their fucking. He watched them all in entirety, zooming in on
Elsa’s many facial expressions and making mental notes. He even
watched what she had done after he had left, enjoying her pacing
movements and impatience with the situation.

He quickly jogged to the
living room and retrieved his briefcase and journal before
returning to his make-shift man-cave. So much had transpired in
such a short amount of time, he had to get it all down on paper
before his thoughts and feelings became indecipherable.

My tasty C8, what an
interesting subject you’re turning out to be. You accepted my
punishment better than I ever could have imagined
and proven that you’re worthy not only of my
time, but my effort. You’re trying to figure me out - I can see it
in the way you focus on my movements and reactions, and the way you
watch my mouth. But I should warn you - many before you have tried
to gauge me and failed. My own actions often times perplex me so
what makes you think I’m that easily assessable? I can’t be figured
out and so your efforts, though valiant and warranted, are
futile.

I, on the other hand, am
having difficulty staying focused due to my current case, but your
beautiful tears eased my anxiety – something I didn’t anticipate.
Yes, those exquisite tears were by far the best thing I’ve
experienced in a test subject thus far. Make no mistake, I’ve been
the cause for tears before. Many times, in fact, but yours C8, were
somehow different – more real, more powerful, more
sincere.

Perhaps I’m over thinking
things. Submission and beauty have always been my weakness and you
exude both while simultaneously maintaining your strength and
defiance. It’s a heady combination for me to try and navigate my
way through. Will I ever be able to rein you in and make you into
the person I want you to be? Time will only tell, but fortunately
for the both of us - I’ve got plenty of it. Until then, I eagerly
await the next time I can exert my power over you. And I WILL exert
my authority over you, my delightfully, fuckable little
plaything.

I’m quite enjoying the
struggle you’re having with what you’ve been told is right and
wrong, and what your body and mind is telling you to give into. You
like it rough and seemed to show no restraint or humiliation when
being fucked vigorously so I will make it my goal to test your
limits further in this regard.

I vow to both you and I
that I will prove that your body will only want what I allow it to
want and that your mind will only know what I permit it to. Oh, the
games we shall play…

He put his pen down and
exhaustion overtook him. He was physically and mentally worn out
from not only the sex they had, but the fight Elsa had put up while
he exacted his punishment.

After performing a few
chores in the bathroom, he dressed himself quietly. It was time to
test Elsa once more.

As he walked the two blocks
to the parking garage where his car was hidden from sight, he
wondered if Elsa would be there when he returned the following day.
After her penalty, he had no doubt she would.

Elsa woke in the late morning, startled by the sound of a loud
humming and buzzing from the first level. She jumped out of bed,
dug into her overnight bag and slipped on the robe she had brought
along. She slowly descended the staircase, her body aching and sore
from the previous night’s tickle torture and rough fucking. Unsure
of what she would see, she peeked around the corner into the living
room to see a short and stocky young man feverishly cleaning the
chaise lounge with a steam cleaner. When he noticed her out of the
corner of his eye, he promptly turned it off.

“I fell asleep with a drink in my hand,” she
lied.

The man lifted his eyebrows and rubbed the
back of his neck and smiled at her knowingly causing her to blush.
She was a terrible liar and surely the stench of urine was a dead
giveaway. Mortified, she scanned the kitchen and living room for
Mr. Black.

“The owner of this house, is he here?” she
asked, tightening the strings around her waist.

“No ma’am. I received a call early this
morning about an emergency cleaning. The door was unlocked when I
arrived. My appointment has been paid in full by Mr. Laurenzo, if
that’s what you’re worried about.”

She nodded and glanced over his shoulder and
out the large bay window. Where the hell was Mr. Black, anyway? She
was furious that he had abandoned her in a strange house and then
left the door open for a complete stranger to come in.

“See yourself out when you’re done,” Elsa
turned away to go hide out in the safety of the bedroom.

Once inside the room, she locked the door and
rummaged through her small bag. Every single piece of her clothing
except for her bra was either damaged or filthy. In the bathroom,
she found her previously urine soaked skirt washed and hanging on
the shower stall, air dried. Folded neatly on the counter she also
found a man’s plain white t-shirt with a small note.

“
Since you seem to have a hard time
remembering my rules, I’ll write them down for you. 1. No
undergarments. 2. Hair down in my presence. 3. Showered and ready
upon my arrival. 4. WAIT. To be continued…”

Wait
. Should she? She stared at the
note and his flawless handwriting, contemplating what to do. As
awful as the tickling incident had been, the memory was already
fading into the background. He didn’t seem to care too much that
she had humiliated herself in front of him and had apparently
already moved past it. Why then shouldn’t she do the same? Because
he was clearly a man with issues. But what man didn’t have issues?
She had never met one that didn’t. Or slept with one that didn’t
for that matter. She scanned the note one last time:
to be
continued
. She could only imagine what other ‘rules’ he could
come up with.

Following her shower and dressing in her now
clean skirt and Mr. Black’s t-shirt, she ventured back downstairs
to find the cleaning man gone. She brought down her backpack and
unpacked an item she had brought along to personalize the place: a
large snow globe that held fond personal memories of her vacation
with her family at the age of sixteen.