Page 68 of Vulnerate

I turn all the lights on as I step into the studio and the door doesn’t slam behind me straight away. Obviously he would follow me, he has no understanding of boundaries. Heat covers my back and it’s his own special brand of torture – proximity and arguing. There’s nowhere for me to run short of locking myself in the bathroom. It might be less embarrassing to pretend I have diarrhea than get in another argument with him.

So, I keep walking and pretend he doesn’t exist as I go to one of my workbenches and put my bag away. A low whistle makes me turn around and the filthy fuck raises an eyebrow pointing at my paint supplies.

“Is that why you needed to come here?” He laughs at his own pun like a dork.

I cross my arms over my chest, and I point out what the idiot is too perverted to grasp. “It’s a muller.”

Picking the glass muller up by the long handle, he holds the base in his palm and strokes it while looking in my eyes. “It’s a dildo, Dani.” The deadpan tone doesn’t match his smirk.

I grab the pigments and binding oil to prove him wrong and focus on an insignificant argument rather than the bigger one. He doesn’t move as I walk towards him, but he stops stroking the muller as thoughit’s a dick. His chest presses against my arm as I dump the pigment on the slab. It’s not until I’ve already shook some out that I realize the mix of colors, the one I’ve been perfecting for over ten years to match his eyes.

Swallowing around the lump in my throat of happy and toxic memories, my voice comes out rough. “Come here.” Directing Val on where to stand, I mix the binding oil and show him how to use the muller. “See, it’s for paint not your fantasies.”

He looks down at me with a smirk and cups my jaw in his palm. His eyes darken as he pushes against my cheeks until my lips open. “This is my fantasy.” Then spits straight into my mouth.

My body reacts on instinct swallowing it down. I like it and I hate that I like it. Why does Val get to hold every part of me, write new wants and unearth desires I’ve managed to hide when it can’t be more?

Punishing him for having control over me, I hook my arms around his neck and jump up wrapping my legs around his waist. It takes him by surprise, and I pass every sweet wish I had into him. He groans into my mouth, and I move my head back when he tries to deepen the kiss. I torture us both knowing what I’m about to do. His hands land on my ass with a dull slap and he kneads my flesh making me moan. He turns and sits me on the counter. It’s the perfect height to give me relief and he traces the seam of my lips with his tongue while I remain stubborn fighting him, without fully moving away.

I stroke down his chest and wrap my legs around him tighter, feeling his abs clench under my fingers. I grip his belt pulling him impossibly closer and we both groan as I ask against his lips, “You want to know my fantasy?”

His hands roam all over my body unable to find a fixed point to focus and he begs so beautifully, “Yeah, I’ll make it a reality.”

Slowly unbuckling his belt, I lean back watching the lust play out in his eyes as I rip it out of the loops. The force has him rocking into me and I hold it limply in my hand moaning to the ceiling as he kisses down my neck.

It’s too good, my body is begging me not to do it. Using my brain for decision making rather than any other organs, I push against his shoulders. Valentin has the saddest pout on his pretty face, and I lift up sitting on my knees. Holding his belt in my hand, I cup his cheek withthe other to distract from what I’m doing and press a chaste kiss to his lips. It works and he chases me when I move away.

I move up until I’m standing, and he holds my ankles. My voice is slow and playful, and I enjoy having him below me for once.

“My fantasy is, having you, under my control.” He curses long and low, his fingers flexing around my legs, and I smile sweetly. “Arms up for me,lindo.”

He’s too caught up in the beautiful lie and raises his arms above his head. His height is an advantage with the low fixing coming from the ceiling and I thread his belt together in a figure eight before securing his wrists on either side of the thin metal bar. Once he’s in place I look down proud of myself.

My smile feels evil as I cup his face and give him one last kiss.

“You should have driven away.”

His eyes snap open as I jump down and my steps stumble when something knocks against my ankle. The loud clang behind me comes straight away and I fucked up underestimating his strength.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Valentin

She’s trying to fucking leave me. Again. Kicking the back of Dani’s ankle when she jumps down from the table she stumbles and rage fuels me as I pull down with all my force. I catch the swinging metal so it doesn’t fall on her head, it would probably knock some fucking sense it to her, I throw it behind me.

My hands are bound, and I rip at the tail of the leather with my teeth unravelling the restraint she made far too fucking quickly, like she knew it from fucking memory. Grabbing her hair, I wrap it around my fist leaving my belt on one wrist.

“You do not fucking leave me,” she hits my chest with an oof as I pull her back and I wrap my arm around her waist keeping her in place as I roar, “for a second fucking time!”

Twisting her body to free herself doesn’t work and she drops all her weight down. The momentum pulls me forward but it’s not enough that she will ever get away from me. Shaking the belt loose I press my knee into the back of hers until she’s on all fours and my Dani has fire, spitting back at me. “Get the fuck off me, you huge prick.”

She throws her head back, catching me in the chin as I push more of my weight into her. Perfection. She’s perfect for me, the fight inside of her is always hidden but it’s there covered by her absolute divinity. Kissing her nape before it’s covered I wrap the leather around her neck making a leash. I’m kind enough to make sure there’s two fingers of space so she can breathe before I buckle it up and slowly stand, letting the leather move through my relaxed fist.

My beautiful Dani is leashed, tethered to me physically and sits up on her knees.

“You’re breathtaking, Dani mine.”

The awe in my voice isn’t faked, she’s ethereal kneeling for me. Her head jerks as I tug on the leash, and she lies so sweetly, “I hate you.”

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