Page 31 of Desperate Valentine

“More?” He lets out a low growl, trailing the leather over my ass again. This time, it feels like little trails of fire burning over my skin.

I take another deep breath. “Fuck. Yes,” I exhale.

“Turn around,” he demands, “but stay on your knees.”

I obey, turning myself around and wincing when my knee crunches against the floor.

He steps toward me, allowing the flogger to tickle my breasts before flicking his wrist so it just barely meets my skin. I narrow my eyes at him, almost challenging him to take it one step further, even though I know it’ll hurt like hell.

“Look at how eager my little slut is.” He leans down, grabbing the sides of my face with his hand. “Are you gonna let me destroy you?”

I lick my lips before sticking my tongue out in defiance. “Bring it,” I moan.

Almost like a flip of a switch, his demeanor changes completely. His eyes hold a warning as he lowers his hand to my neck, squeezing the sides so hard that my vision goes blurry within seconds.

Just as I feel myself slipping into an unconscious state, he lets go and slaps me across the face before snapping the leather tails across one of my breasts. I open my mouth to cry out, but only silence follows.

“Had enough yet?” he asks, dangling the tails over his hand with a sadistic smirk on his face.

“Fuck no,” I hiss through my clenched teeth. There’s no fucking way I’m throwing in the towel just yet.

“That’s what I wanna hear. Good girl.” The second the words leave his lips, he brings the flogger down onto the other breast. This time, I feel the sharp sting right away.

“Okay! Okay! Red!” I cry out, knowing there’s no way I can handle any more of this torture.

“Hmm. I expected you to beg me to stop way before now.”

I turn, confused until he sits and motions for me to come to him. I go to stand, but he stops me.

“Crawl to me, little leopard.” He groans as I lower myself onto all fours, unbuckling his pants to slide them down over his knees.

“Yes, sir,” I tease, ignoring the stinging pain between my legs.

My movements are slightly jerky as I slowly start to crawl toward him, watching intently as he frees his cock from his boxers. My knees feel like they’re on fire, but I want more of him.

“I didn’t think you’d agree to that. Fuck, you’re incredible.” He groans again as I place my hands on his thighs and open my mouth for him to guide his cock down my throat.

I take him all the way back, gagging around his thickness as he pushes my head down with both hands.

“Fuck yeah, right there, baby. Swallow that fucking cock.” He starts to tap the back of my head as his cock throbs against the grip my throat has on him.

After a few seconds more, I reach up and pinch his hand—his cue to stop. He does just that, pulling my head up with his hands tangled in my hair.

“Show me how wet you are; drench those fingers for me,” he demands.

I reach between my legs, tracing my fingers through my dripping pussy, then bring them up for him to see. Without saying a word, he grabs my hand and brings it into his mouth, circling his tongue around before sucking them clean.

My eyes widen as he rolls his eyes in pleasure, tilting his head back as he allows my fingers to pop out of his mouth.

This man is going to be the death of me, I just know it.

Chapter 11

The second my fingersleave his mouth, he reaches under my arms and picks me up, settling me on his lap before lining his cock up to my pussy. I let out a whimper as he fills me, slamming my hips down onto him as he controls my movements with his hands gripping my hips.

“Fuuuck, you feel so good, Veronica,” he groans, pushing his hips upward to allow himself to go even deeper.

I wrap my arms around his neck and as he pounds into me, I bite down on his shoulder, causing a loud growl to escape his lips.

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