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between. Then, and
only then, would he learn how she felt from the inside.
    Elsa moved forward, but he
firmly put his hand up, halting her. She had proven how easy it was
to read her lies and now it was time to test her threshold of
humiliation.
    “It’s time for your
physical examination. Face away from me and grab your ankles,” he
commanded, his voice thick and steady.
    A probing query came into
her eyes and her normally inquisitive demeanor darkened with raw
mortification. A cherry pink blush slowly crept over her cheeks as
his words sank in. Ten... Nine...
Eight...
    “You can’t be serious,” she
suddenly paled, her voice a stifled and unnatural
whisper.
    Victor was enthralled by
what he saw - the beginnings of humiliation and realization. For an
instant, his glance sharpened. He measured her with a cool
appraising look as he stared back in waiting silence, ignoring her
statement.
    Seven...
Six … He let out an audible and
agitated sigh. Five…
    She swallowed loudly and
woodenly turned her body away. Four...
Three... Victor had hoped the day’s
activities wouldn’t include punishment, but… Two…
    Just as the number one eased into
his subconscious, Elsa bent over and grabbed a hold of her ankles,
exposing her entire self to him, opening her body to his
manipulations. Victor bit into his lower lip until it throbbed. It
would be so easy to fuck her, with the way her pussy was inviting
him and its glistening folds taunting him. He tipped his chair onto
the front legs and took hold of her waist to steady her. Just one
more taste. From her clit to her anus, he licked slowly, savoring
her feminine flavor. He dug his fingertips brutally into her hips,
leaving his mark and making her body quake. As he nibbled a cheek,
he slid his two middle fingers deep into her pussy.
    “Thoroughly wet and
sufficiently tight,” he whispered, making her wince. He liked her
reaction so much, he felt compelled to add more to her discomfort.
“So tight and so wet. Such a dirty girl…” he drew out the words
slowly.
    His flesh prickled when he
felt her body heat from embarrassment. He pumped his digits in
slowly at first, then more rapidly. The newness of Elsa’s body was
a welcome change from that of Seven. Even her grunts and groans of
pleasure were more appealing. Everything about her was more
fascinating. Proud of himself for having chosen her from amongst
the crowd at The Brewery, he smiled smugly. Her gasps of delight
began to come closer together and her inner walls contracted around
his digits. Yanking his fingers out, he sucked at her swollen clit
for yet another taste, unable to deny himself the
satisfaction.
    “More than satisfactorily
succulent,” he breathed against her pussy.
    Just as his crotch cooled
with the wetness of precum, his watch chirped, reminding him of his
appointment. He hissed and cursed under his breath. The fucking
real world was beckoning him and he hesitantly brought his chair
back onto all fours.
    “We’re done here,” he
griped, annoyed he hadn’t gotten to feel her pussy quiver with
orgasm around his tongue, taste her come or finish with his
examination.
    Elsa stood and faced him
with a hurt expression on her face as her breasts rose and fell
with her excited breathing. Victor watched her closely, trying to
read her thoughts, though it took no genius to figure out why she
was frustrated. He was upset at their interruption as well. He had
planned on at least fucking her mouth before his appointment and
now he was kicking himself for having made her wait so long while
he watched her roam about the house and nap. He had almost been
caught in the act of playing the voyeur when she had tried to pick
the lock of his surveillance room and he made a mental note to have
the door more securely fastened before the next weekend.
    Standing, he pushed a stray
wisp of her hair from her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her
forehead. His lips touched her skin before he realized what he had
done. Without