Without warning, she was hauled over Mr. Black’s shoulder and plopped back down into the chair she had flown out of. A pair of handcuffs that were sitting on the desk now shackled her wrist to the leg of the small table that was bolted to the wall.

“Take your money and get out,” Victor pointed toward the cash on the bedside table.

“Get your bitch under control!” the man shrieked, his previously perfectly coiffed hair now a tangled mess on his head, his blue eyes blazing with fury.

“Just get the fuck out!” Victor barked as he stood, his rubber-covered, semi-rigid cock slapping his thigh.

Out of breath, Elsa tugged on the restraint, wanting to be free of it and fleeing down the hallway.

The nameless man gathered his clothing and dressed, his eyes occasionally flicking to her as her mind whirled with disjointed thoughts. Just as he stepped toward the door, a condescending smile graced his youthful, clean-shaven face, his eyes darting between her and Victor.

“If you like it rough, maybe we can work something out next time,” he reached for the stack of hundred dollar bills.

The door closed softly behind him and Victor kneeled before her, his eyes revealing his confusion.

“This was meant to be a gift, not a test. I thought you wanted this,” he pushed her sweat-dampened hair away from her eyes.

“I thought I did, too,” she sniffed back tears.

“What changed?”

Realization came slowly as the vision of the handsome man’s mouth around his dick still ricocheted through her mind. “I want all of your orgasms to belong to me.”

Victor was gone in an instant and Mr. Black’s eyes flashed irritation as he pushed himself up and glared down at her. “Selfish bitch,” he grumbled under his breath. “Why the fuck should they when all of yours don’t belong to me?”

Her answer hovered on her lips, but to respond would give Mr. Black a major advantage in the game, and at that moment, she had him right where she needed him to be – in the dark. Leaning back into the chair, she looked down at her knotted hands in her lap and pushed the guilt from her mind.

Without saying anything more, Victor disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her alone to ponder everything that had taken place that evening. The sound of the shower filled the small, hotel room as did steam and the smell of his cologne and soap. She jimmied with the cuffs, hoping to free herself, but failed.

Resigned, she leaned her head back and thought about the look on her brother’s face at her birthday party when he pried more information out of her than she had intended to share. Other than that and a particular unwanted guest being present, it had gone quite well. Victor had mysteriously vanished after dropping her off which was strange considering he was the one who apparently planned the get together.

Was that all a part of his game plan or was he genuinely trying to make her birthday something special? As usual, she had no idea. Hell, she was just as clueless as Victor was.

Several minutes later, he reappeared with a towel wrapped around his waist and spread out on the bed. Glancing up, his gaze burned into her and doubts about his intentions crept in to destroy her peace of mind. They stayed like that for what felt like forever, just staring at each other, wordless and both seemingly bewildered with each other’s actions, until she finally touched the cuffs and pleaded with him.

“Please take these off of me.”

He huffed and cocked his head a fraction, the corners of his eyes squinting when he answered. “Why would I do that when you look so divine bound and begging?”

Frustrated, she tugged at the metal, her wrist reddening in the process.

“Please…” she whined.

Sitting up straighter, Mr. Black ground out between gritted teeth, “Do you have somewhere to be? Is your fiancé waiting to give you your birthday fuck?”

The resentment in his expression and words were undeniable and barely masked his hurt. Wanting to put him at ease and make the most of the remainder of her birthday, she spoke softly and shook her head. “I don’t have anywhere to be. I can spend all night with you if you want.”

His hardened eyes softened, and his pinched brows relaxed. Gradually, he stood, reached for his pants that were still lying on the floor and removed a key. Moving directly in front of her, he lowered himself to his knees and opened the cuff, releasing her wrist. Gently, he rubbed circulation back into it before attempting to stand. She promptly tugged him back down to his knees in front of her and held his face steady.

“I want you to give me my birthday fuck,” she whispered, ghosting her lips over his.

His unruly gaze fixed on her as he moistened his lips and dipped his head down between her legs to sink his teeth into the flesh of her thigh. “How do you want that fuck… rough or gentle?” his question came out muffled against her skin.

Bucking her hips upward to meet his mouth which slowly inched its way to her pussy, she answered, “Yes.”

***

Both rough and gentle. Yes, Victor could accommodate her. And he would send her back to her fiancé, too physically exhausted to satisfy him. It would be his gift to that asshole for not giving her the affection she deserved.

In one smooth motion, he lifted her off the chair and plopped her down onto the nearby desk, hiking her skirt up over her hips. With no lead-in foreplay, he buried his face between her legs and buried his tongue deep into her cunt. He loved the flavor of her, the quietly seductive taste that clung to her skin – salty sweat masked by soap and perfume. He inhaled, dragging her aromatic and unique scent into his lungs. Peach. His Peach. His Elsa.

Her fingers twisted in his hair and her nails on his scalp sent a rush of desire that traveled down his spine. Visions of unbridled, raging sex had his head spinning and blood and adrenaline pumping through his veins to his cock. He glanced upward, the shadow of her dark nipples seen against the fabric of her shirt. He reached up and tore it, the delicate material shredding under his grip, making her pant and giggle wildly.

That laugh. That smile. Her brown eyes lit up with excitement as he gripped the back of her neck and crushed his lips against hers. Her mouth was sweet and damp, her tongue stroking against his. Reaching down, she ripped the towel from around his waist and dug her nails into his ass cheeks as she greedily sucked at his tongue. He picked her up and stumbled to the closest wall where he pinned her with savage finesse. With her legs wrapped around his waist and their lips interlocked, he reached down and guided the head of his shaft to her pussy. He thrust deeply, swiveling his hips around until he found the spot that made her scream out. Her body was tight and hot, her hands clawing at the back of his neck and making urgent demands.

Over and over, he pumped and thrust, rocking his hips and violently slamming her body against the wall until a picture next to them loosened and swung uncontrollably. He squeezed a hand between them and wrapped his fingers around her throat, making her breath hitch. Her eyes grew languid under his control and a new surge of passion ripped through him at the unruly look on her face.

She had given him free reign; something no other chapter had done. Not completely. Her eyes clenched shut and he pumped into her, giving her what she had asked for. Rough. His hand tightened around her throat as his mouth took possession of her lips. A feeling of complete authority surged through him when he felt the steady beat of her artery against his fingertips. He freed her and she screamed against his mouth as her release lashed through her. Electricity jolted from his balls, up his spine, and centered in his brain. When her pussy quivered around his shaft, his own unexpected climax began to rip through him. Dazzling pinpoints of light clashed and detonated behind his closed eyelids as he came, and he couldn’t stop his long, ragged groan of release.