Page 71 of Vulnerate

Holy fuck, it’s the best invite I’ve ever been given.

He roughly pushes two fingers into me, and my legs try to close as he stretches me. I’m already close after getting off on having control of him but my body isn’t willing accept defeat yet. He curls his fingers up and my head falls back to rest on his shoulder.

“Arm around my neck, pick the bottle up.”

Another slap lands on my pussy as I shake my head refusing to do anything other than battle him. It’s harder and the belt tugs around my neck pulling me forward.I catch myself on his forearms and my eyes focus on his tattoo for the first time. It’s surrounded by different images that I’ve never paid attention to before. But the placement is the exact same and those are my pen strokes permanently etched into his skin.

Val chases my memories away and circles my clit with the tip of the belt.

“Now Dani, or I’ll chain you up for a month and I won’t let you come.”

Whimpering at the thought of being denied, I move sluggishly swiping the neck of the champagne bottle and holding his neck.He lightly nips the side of my tit with his teeth as he slowly pushes a third finger into me and moves his head so he can flick my nipple with his tongue.

“Good girl, now pour.”

I don’t know what he wants to me with the amount of endorphins flooding my system. The leather moves up tapping against my neglected nipple as he sucks the other into his mouth and I grind down onto him.

Scraping his teeth in warning, he looks at the bottle in my hand pointedly. Why can’t he just let me get away with torturing him?

I rest the lip of the bottle under my collar bone and my eyes roll back when his hand speeds up. I can feel the bubbles against my skin racing down into his mouth, but I can’t do anything to function. I’m a mess of lust, desire, and need so potent it fills the atmosphere.

As soon as the liquid stops running he abruptly moves away. I moan in frustration as he pulls his fingers out of me. It’s a weak pathetic sound and air brushes my chest making my eyes open.

“I need to see your face when I fuck you.” Tapping the outside of my thigh with wet fingers, he orders, “Up and turn.”

Scrambling off his lap, I do as he says dropping the empty bottle so fast it shatters. His reflexes are fast, holding my hips as he pushes the chair back so we’re away from the shards.

I don’t give a fuck about that and straddle his thighs lining him up and pushing down before my feet are back on the floor. He grabs the belt pulling me closer as I scream, and the rough rumble brushes my lips. “Still hate me?” Nodding my head like a bobble head, I wrap my arms around his neck and seal our lips together.

Hate is amazing. If that’s what this is I’ll never stop hating him. Keeping my face where he wants me, he holds my hip so hard I’m going to have the most perfect bruises by the time I come. Our tongues battle, teeth clinking, as we try to destroy each other with our mouths in a different way than arguing.

He’s amazing and horrible at the same time. The perfect contradiction of beautifully cruel and pleasured torture. Scraping my nails across his neck, I lift up until there’s just the tip of his dick left in and clench around him. My lips lift as my foot kicks out hitting the hydraulic lever causing me to bounce on his dick so hard we both groan, robbing air from the others lungs. I do it again making Val fuck me slowly and he strokes up my back until he reaches my hair.

Wrapping it around his fist, he pulls my head back and there’s more meaning to the deep words.

“You’re fucking killing me, Dani mine.”

This can’t turn into emotion. We won’t survive and I wound his ego to chase it away.

“Dirty Valentin needs me to show him how to fuck?”

I don’t get the full impact when I kick the pump again. He stands and supports my body with the belt and my hair.I swing like a pendulum from the force of his thrusts. He walks me towards my work bench where my old brushes are laid out. Val swipes them onto the ground. He’s fucking me hard enough that I’ll feel it all week, but my stupid heart softens noticing that he stepped further away from the partial designs and things I actually care about. Stupid dumb asshole, he doesn’t get to be nice.

He hisses as I dig my nails into his neck and shoulders hard enough to draw blood and drops the leather to hold my hips.

“Leg up on my shoulder.”

There’s no break in his movements to allow me to move and I lay back contorting my limb to do as he says. Bringing my other foot up so it’s resting on the edge, he holds my knees and grinds into me.

The dark stare warms my body, and his claim warms my chest.

“You are mine, now fucking come.”

Clenching every muscle and issuing threats to my own body so it doesn’t listen, I hold the tail of the belt so he can’t take it from me. My voice betraying me,

“Make me, you lazy fuck.” I lightly tap my fingertips on his cheek refusing to do what he says, and he pauses.

The bastard smirks and returns the sting against the side of my tit with the tips of his fingers.Hooking his middle finger under the collar he’s made, he pulls me up. It’s harder to hold back my release with his eyes staring at me and getting lightheaded from the belt. If I’m going down so is he. Wrapping the rest of the belt around his neck, I hold it closed in my fist.

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