Page 28 of Valentine's Slave

I fix my eyes on her, putting my finger under her chin to direct her gaze to mine.

“Ava,” I say, “you always have a choice.”

A slow smile spreads across her lips. “Okay. Well then, maybe you won’t get your way.”

She plucks her wrist from my grasp, spinning to jump off the bed.

But I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her back to me.

Putting more energy into her escape, she kicks her legs, fighting back against me, trying to roll to the side to escape my arms. But I drag her onto her back, holding her down while I stretch out her left arm, my hand sliding down from the curve of her shoulder to her wrist while I try to grab the cuff that’s fallen onto my lap. I’m distracted by the way her breasts are splayed out, and she uses my hesitation to flip onto her stomach and pull her legs free, curling back and launching herself straight at me. Going on the offensive.

I chuckle, catching her attack and grabbing her hand, spinning her arm behind her back, about to push her down against thebed. But she catches my other shoulder mid-spin and steadies herself, pushing back against both my arms as far as she can.

She’s strong for such a little thing. She’s got fight in her. But I’ll get her down, and the more she fights back, the more it turns me on. I muscle her to the side, grabbing both her hands in one of mine and shoving her lower back, sending her straight into the mattress, facedown.

When I catch a glimpse of that pretty little ass sticking up in the air, I give it a smack, and she squeals, kicking me like mad, aiming for my balls, very nearly hitting her mark.

Lunging down and forwards, I scoop her up in my arms wedding-style, but bending her in half so her legs are nearly pressed up against her chest. This girl is flexible, and I press her into the bed sideways, holding her down as she’s still bent in half.

But she’s bucking and arching, struggling like wild until she finally scoots out and flips over, scurrying out onto her stomach, aiming for the edge of the bed again. Reaching forward, I grab her waist, flipping her onto her back.

Playing dirty myself, I slip my hand between her legs, sinking two fingers deep into her pussy, which is already soaked.

She half sits up, rolling to the side to try to free herself, but using the leverage I have from my hold inside her, I slam her down into the mattress again, finger-fucking her while she lashes back against me, clawing at my hand. She’s a squirming storm, but I keep fucking her hard and fast, using my other hand to shield myself from her attacks.

She’s gasping, her pussy slurping, robbing her of energy as her midriff begins to convulse. I roll completely on top, locking her chest down with one hand, my other hand two fingers deep inside her, thrusting slow and deep now as she whimpers beneath me, chest heaving, breasts quivering, core shaking.

I lean down over her until my beard is pressed into her neck, and her eyes fly open at my proximity.

“You always have a choice,” I murmur in her ear, smirking, “but so do I. And just remember—I’m your master.”

I give her a last few thrusts, and her eyes roll back in her head as she shudders, her body going limp.

“Now, be a good little slave for me, or I’ll have to punish you even more,” I advise. I pull my soaked fingers out of her pussy, straddling her waist as I reach over her to grab the cuffs from the edges of the bed.

She still has the audacity to fight back as I strap her down. She’s considerably weaker after her orgasm, but she flails her arms and legs, trying to flex against me to make the bonds slacker.

So, as I straddle her waist, holding her down, my free hand drifts to her breasts, stroking her nipples, distracting her. When I begin to flick and twist them one at a time between my fingers, she lets out little moans as her pussy pulses against my crotch. My cock is right on top of her, and I could slide into her right now while I punish her. But she doesn’t getthatprize yet.

Tightening the cuffs, I get her spread eagle. I leave a slight bit of give for practical use, but she’s completely tied down, and I lean back with a smile, surveying my work. She’s gorgeous—flushed cheeks, the previous fury in her eyes now clouded with pleasure. But she won’t meet my eye, refusing to acknowledge the ecstasy our little wrestling match, which she lost, just gave her.

I stroke the hair back from her face, feeling strangely tender. I want to worship her and devour her, but I also want to take her in my arms and comfort her. I want to learn what fears terrorize her and fight them all, so she doesn’t have to.

But instead, I trail my fingers down her arms and legs, rubbing her body until she’s moaning again. She’s turning on and burning up for a second round.

I go all the way down to that succulent pussy still gleaming from before. Trailing my fingers over her lips, I drag one finger past her clit, and another shudder goes through her. Her eyes are closed, and she’s finally stopped struggling against the bindings.

Leaning forwards between her legs, I press my tongue to her clit, feeling her gasp in surprise at the sudden warmth. I suck on it a little bit, and she gasps. I glance up to see her flick her tongue over her lip. She’s turned on more than she’ll admit, and I smile, continuing to tease her swelling clit, all the while swirling my fingers around her pussy, teasing at the entrance until I finally slip one finger inside.

That makes her moan, and then as I bring my teeth over her clit, she whimpers, her hips beginning to move in time with my fingers. I fuck her slow and deep and then switch, pumping her with long, smooth thrusts of my tongue while I finger her clit, running up and down the length of her lips with my fingers.

Her pussy is singing, slurping against me as she moans. She’s salty, and now she moves her hips even harder, trying to get me deeper.

I put my finger back inside, licking up and down the length of her pussy while she moans, and then I add a second finger, pumping hard and fast, swirling my tongue around her clit. Keeping the motion going, I reach under her with my other hand, slipping one finger into her asshole, rubbing in soft little circles before sinking the tip inside. I’m fucking her from the front and back while eating her clit, and she begins to shake beneath me, whimpering, her chest rising and falling. I keep up a slow, torturous pace and then slowly go faster until she’s gasping, almost crying.

Her whole body erupts into shudders, and I let her ride it out until finally she sighs out long and smooth and goes still.

With a satisfied smile, I pull my fingers out of her and press my body over the length of hers, holding her tight and warm against me. Her hips grind into me, and I can tell she wants more. This is just the beginning.

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