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caused to that?
    Remembering what she had
read about in an erotic book, she asked, “So what you’re saying is:
everything will be safe, sane and consensual?”
    Victor clicked the pen
several times, one side of his mouth twisting upward as he let out
a short, breathy laugh. “Not exactly, but two out of three ain’t
bad.”
    Her eyes widened to his
remark. He had already mentioned safe and consensual… so apparently
sane was the one thing off the table. Holding the pen out to her,
he wordlessly dared her to take the bait he had laid out for
her.
    It was too easy for Elsa to
get caught up in the way Mr. Black was looking at her. With her
heartbeat throbbing in her ears, she took in the vision of him one
last time before she made her final decision and signed her freedom
away. His beauty was devastating, his shimmering green eyes devious
and alluring, his deep-crimson mouth inviting, and his sweetly
intoxicating musk overwhelming. The possibilities of the unknown,
the danger-factor, and the intrigue of a captivating stranger were
impossible for her to resist.
    She lifted her hand and as
it moved closer toward the pen, her limbs suddenly became heavy and
warm. She pushed forward, impelled involuntarily by her own passion
and curiosity. She was doing this.
    With pen in hand, the tip
touched the paper when a wicked thought crossed her mind. She
glanced up at Mr. Black and licked her lips
purposefully.
    “Are you sure you wouldn’t
rather have my signature in blood?”
    ***
    Elsa’s words hit a nerve
with Victor and the look she was giving him was so galvanizing, it
sent a shock wave though him. Their eyes locked as their breathing
came in unison and her eyes implored him for his
response.
    “The blood will come later.
For now, I’ll settle for ink,” he couldn’t help but
smile.
    Her eyes never left his as
she scrawled her signature. She was now his to do with whatever he
pleased. He neatly folded the piece of paper and placed it into his
breast pocket near his heart. It would remain close to him at all
times until their time was over.
    His eyes roamed over her
body while she waited for his command. “Stand and remove all your
clothing,” he breathed out softly.
    Elsa’s body tensed and
Victor began to count down silently. Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven …
    She stood and started by
removing her steam punk corset, and then unbuttoned her blouse
hastily. It had only taken her four seconds to follow his order. It
was a good start.
    “Slower,” he ordered. Her
movements slowed, but only minimally. “S-L-O-W-E-R,” he demanded
more firmly as he dragged out the syllables.
    Doing as she was told, her
hands moved unhurriedly as she plucked the last button open,
revealing her lace covered breasts and soft belly. Letting the
shirt fall to the floor, she began to unzip her skirt, centimeter
by centimeter, her breathing becoming louder the closer she came to
being exposed.
    Victor rubbed his palm over
his cock. She was such a little tease. Surely she knew how much he
wanted her and how beautiful she was. Elsa’s eyes flicked to his
hand and a rush of color stained her cheeks as the skirt pooled
around her feet. Standing motionless, she looked to him as if
pleading for something.
    “Everything, Ms.
Cassidy.”
    Again, she stood frozen as
if fighting an inner battle. Ten…
Nine... Eight … Her cheeks and upper
chest brightened to an even deeper pink. Seven... Six... Five … he was
becoming more impatient and agitatedly shifted in his seat.
Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra, but held it in place
over her breasts as her eyes scanned the floor
anxiously.
    “I have neither time nor
patience for embarrassment,” he narrowed his eyes as they fixed on
her panty-covered mound. Humiliation,
yes . There was plenty of room for
that. But he would not put up with shyness. She was gorgeous;
flawless, in fact. No fake tits, not overly worked out. Absolutely
fucking perfect. What the hell did she have to be