Page 56 of Valentine's Slave

Pulling out my fingers slick with her juices, I put the head of my cock at her opening, and without warning, I plunge all the way inside her.

She lets out a strangled gasp as I pull out and thrust back into her, pounding her deep and hard. Her chains jingle as my body thumps against hers, and I sink into her again and again.

Slowing my strokes, I move in circles, feeling out every part of her pussy, my hands running up and down her ass and hips, pressing the chains against her skin. I feel her relax, and she leans back the slightest bit. The chains connected to the gag pulls the nipple clamps taut, and she cries out, lifting her head to relieve the pressure.

Smirking, I finger her clit while I thrust, and she begins to shake. Her breathing speeds up, and she convulses again, gagged moans streaming from her lips.

“That’s it,” I murmur, fucking her deep and hard again. “Come for your master.”

A ripple shakes through her body, and losing strength, she drops her head back, only to scream against the gag as the chain yanks the nipple clamps, pulling one of them right off her breast. The other clamp pops off a second later, and she moans as fresh sensations must be flooding her newly freed nipples. Her chest is heaving, and her eyes close as her breathing gradually slows.

“Look at me,” I order her, and she opens her eyes, hazy, those fuckable lips still open, the ball gag filling her mouth.

I penetrate her slowly, running my hands over her skin, massaging her ravaged breasts, and then I pause, leaning forward to kiss each nipple, my hands rubbing the muscles in her shoulders. She wraps her legs around my back like a koala bear, clinging onto me, except her hands still grip the straps above her. Her heart is still racing, and I hold her close, pressing my face to her neck, letting her find her cozier release as she moans and presses her body against me until she finally sighs out long and deep, and I feel her relax.

I hold her for several minutes, and then I pull back and look at her.

“Stand up, Ava. You did such a good job.”

She smiles, and I ungag her as she gets to her feet.

“Turn around,” I say, and when she does, I put the swing across her ribs, just under her breasts, so she can lean forwards against it. I put the other two straps in her hands.

“Lean forwards now, legs spread, and climb your feet a little bit up the wall.”

Now she looks like a version of Superwoman, but with her pussy spread wide as she opens her legs. I’m in my spot, my back to the door, facing her, and I smack her ass as I take her hips in my hands, rocking her back and forth.

She pushes her feet off the door, launching her forwards, and when she flies backwards towards me, I spread her wide open so she lands straight onto my cock.

“That’s it,” I encourage as she moans. “Show me how you work.”

Vibrating her hips, she rocks back and forward, riding my cock. I smile, leaning over, reaching down under her chest to cup a dangling breast in my hand as it presses against the chain bra.

Ava whimpers as I squeeze her tender nipple, and I reach out my other hand to grasp a fistful of her hair, pulling her head backwards, arching her spine. I keep fucking her just like that, and then I put both hands on her hips and drive into her, thrusting fast and hard until she’s screaming. She shakes beneath me and around my cock as I come inside her.

Groaning out my release, both our movements slowed, I look down at Ava. I could watch her like this forever, panting and lost in the throes of pleasure, her body bound and beautiful, all mine.

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The rest of the day consists of food, sleep, and more sex in quick succession. I can’t get enough of her, and she seems to enjoy it just as much. I show her all the different ways we can use the swing.

Her favourite penetration variation is when she faces the door, the seat supporting her back as she leans backwards, one leg oneither side of me. I stand in front of her, and she has full control of range, depth, and speed of penetration. She bounces off the wall, fucking me with fire in her eyes as her blond hair flies up around her face.

I particularly enjoy sixty-nine, with her back to the door, the swing supporting her upper back, her legs spread straight out in front of her, ankles hooked in the loops of the longer straps, while she leans her head backwards and upside down to take my cock into her mouth. Meanwhile, I stand against the door, hinging at the waist, leaning over her to eat her out.

When she complains that she can’t focus on how my tongue feels in her pussy while she’s busy working on me, I just laugh.

“Take my cock out of your mouth,” I tell her, and when she does so, still hanging upside down, I suck and finger-pump her until she’s rolling and gasping out her release. Her pussy queefs, as such pussy farts are called, making us both laugh as I feel the goopy pleasure filling her, and she sighs. I give her ten seconds to enjoy her orgasm before slapping her ass and standing up.

“Your turn,” I say. I watch her spread out and open for me, leaning backwards, her face upside down as she puts her mouth around my cock and begins to suck. Seeing her, all sexy and sweaty while she works turns me on even more, and I lean down to trail my fingers over her breasts, smacking them a little. She moans, her mouth full of my cock.

“What a dirty little whore,” I murmur as her head bobs back and forth. She’s suctioning with her lips, and I lean forward so I can spank her while she sucks. Less than five minutes after she starts, I’m ready to burst.

“Aim my cock at your breasts unless you want me to come in your mouth,” I instruct her.

I’m expecting her to take it out right away, but instead, she makes a slurping sound and shrugs her shoulders.

“You asked for it,” I murmur as I go off in her mouth.

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