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beyond comparison
to consider, but still… she wanted to play his game.
    “You could’ve called and let me know that you
were going to be late,” she said softly but with her eyes revealing
her agitation.
    Passively and without inflection, he
responded. “Yeah, I could have.”
    If her pussy wasn’t still throbbing from
Victor’s oral assault, Elsa would’ve walked out the door, but she
missed the kind of attention that a man’s mouth could lavish on
her. She vacillated, and finally closed the door and turned to face
Mr. Black. When she did, he was seated at the bistro table
completely sure of himself. Casually seated in the chair with his
long legs leisurely stretched out in front of him, he held her
gaze. As if he could sense her need, he rested one hand teasingly
on his upper thigh, drawing attention to his still massive
erection. It was a heady invitation and one she found impossible to
resist. Pushing her shoulders back, she lifted her chin and walked
quickly to the table and seated herself across from him and dared
to meet his eyes.
    “Wise decision,” he simpered, his tongue
poking out to moisten his lips.
    As she sat watching him stare at her
impassively, she wondered if he would mention their little
interlude. Perhaps she should bring it up herself. She opened her
mouth when Mr. Black cut her off.
    “No speaking, Ms. Cassidy. Not yet. Not until
I’m done going over the particulars of this agreement. My rules are
simple, though you may find them hard to abide by. For that reason,
I want your complete understanding and consent as to what you’re
agreeing to.” Just then, he reached into a briefcase that sat on
the floor next to him and pulled out a piece of paper. Placing it
face down in the center of the small table, he held his hand over
it, shielding its contents. “My rules are absolute. I don’t
negotiate and I don’t concede. Ever . Either you agree to my
stipulations or walk away. Am I clear?”
    She eyed the paper dubiously and contemplated
his words thoughtfully. The seriousness of Mr. Black’s statement
sent a ripple of awareness through her, but when her eyes rose to
meet his, the possessive look in his hunter eyes mingled with
eagerness and signs of hidden tenderness on his rugged face tugged
at her soul. He wanted her and she welcomed his rules.
    “Perfectly clear.”
     
     
     

5: Anticipation
    Elsa touched the contract and a prevailing sense of power and
erotic energy pumped through Victor’s veins. She had no idea what
she was in for and the anticipation of having her nearly turned his
nerves to ash. When he had tasted her only a few minutes earlier,
it took every ounce of self-control not to take her right there and
then. He wanted to fuck her in painful ways and make her scream. He
blinked long and hard, trying to contain the throbbing ache in his
rigid shaft. He lifted his hand, allowing her to flip the
cream-colored, linen paper over to read the words he had written.
She scanned the paper quickly and her eyes flicked up to his with a
look of uncertainty on her face.
    “That’s all?” she quirked her eyebrows at
him.
    He inwardly laughed. Yes, that was all. Two
simple rules, four straightforward words with endless
possibilities: My house. My rules. She may have thought the
meaning was uncomplicated, but he would prove her wrong, just as he
had done with all the others. To dominate was what he lived for; to
break down and make his lover submit and obey was his drug, and his
word was abso-fucking-lute.
    “Can you?” he asked as he circled his index
finger made slow deliberate circles over the corner of the
paper.
    Elsa’s eyes scanned his face and fixed on his
mouth. She was serenely beautiful when contemplative and a curious
swooping pulled at his insides. When she didn’t immediately respond
and her eyes diverted to the tabletop, he reached over and fingered
her chin. He demanded eye contact at all times so he could decipher
her emotions. Her breath hitched when he