Page 60 of Valentine's Slave

My right hand slides all the way down her body, my nails pressing into her skin until I get to her bare ass where I thumptwice, the force of the blows shaking her. She knows what she did wrong.

“No,Master.” She tries to squirm out of my hold, but my left hand around her throat tightens, and I feel a small gasp as she freezes in place. Meanwhile, my right-hand traces little circles on her perfect ass, which I’ll also be fucking tonight.

“Get on your knees,” I command, and adrenaline sears through me when she does exactly as I say. I have red lights gleaming and jazz throbbing through the speakers. Watching Ava kneel in front of me brings the animal out of me. The fuzziness clears from my mind, and I go into sex mode. Hunter mode. Master mode.

I pull her collar from my back pocket, and leaning down, I fasten it around her neck, where my hands were just seconds before.

“You’re still mine, until the night is over,” I whisper in her ear as I slide the two-heart blindfold that came with the lingerie over her eyes. “Your first task of the night is a treasure hunt. There are several chocolate hearts spread throughout the room. The longer you take to find them, the more you’ll get punished. With every chocolate heart you find, you’ll receive a reward.”

Ava’s lips part, and I assume she’s turned on by the very description of the game.

“Also, you can’t stand up, unless you’re examining a piece of equipment,” I inform her. “While moving from one place to another, you must crawl. Do you understand?”

“Yes,Master.”

I give her ass a rewarding squeeze, and she seems to hold back a moan.

“Go,” I order.

Ava slowly makes her way towards the ‘torture table’, as she calls it. I fucked her on it for last night’s finale, and she came so hard, she nearly cried.

In order to explore each different level of the table, she puts herself in position to be strapped down, feeling around along all the surfaces. When she gets to the headrest, she finds her first prize and holds up the little chocolate heart.

“Eat it,” I tell her, and she unwraps it and puts it obediently in her mouth.

“Good girl,” I say. “Now, you get your reward.”

She gasps as I strap her in. I grin at the sight of her curvy body all bent and open for me, held perfectly in place. Running the whip slowly along her skin, I snap it when it gets to the swell of her thighs and ass, scantily clad in black strings.

“I thought this was a reward,” Ava says, and her words earn her three more whips, fast and hard, which leave her shaking from the shock of it as a pink lines creep across her left ass cheek. My breath catches in my throat. She’s so beautiful like this.

“Slaves don’t speak unless spoken to,” I say. “Sometimes the greatest pleasure is augmented by pain.”

Now, I run my hands over her, kneading her flesh until she’s moaning against me. I move up and down her back, along her neck and then work the pressure in her hips. When I feel her relax beneath me, I raise one hand and slap her ass, hard, twice. My cock throbs in my pants as Ava recoils from the blow, a whimper escaping her lips.

Her pussy is wetter than before, and I can tell that the waiting and anticipation are getting to her. When I bend down and run my lips up her neck, I can practically hear her thrashing heart, and I fondle her inner thigh before clapping down hard on her ass.

Her body shakes, and a thrill bolts through me. This is an art, every spasm of pain and pleasure as her body tightens and throbs with intensity, building up and ready to burst. But I won’t let her come so easily.

Stepping behind her, I run my hands down the length of her spine, following her G-string between her ass cheeks, all the way around to her pink pussy, gleaming with her juices. I straddle the chair at the foot of the massage table, my face at her level, as I slide two fingers inside her and vibrate them against her G-spot until she cries out.

Pulling out my soaked fingers, I lick her salty desire off my skin before pressing my face between her legs, taking her whole. My tongue lunges into her, thrusting hard before pausing so I can tease her lips with my teeth.

Ava bucks against the restraints, her moan turning to a scream as I reach up and slap her ass. Smirking, I slide my hand back between her leg and flick her clit before bringing my lips there, too.

She’s whimpering now, her core trembling. Standing up, I reach up the side of her rib cage, sliding my hand under her body to press her nipple between my fingers. It’s taunt and erect.

“My little slave enjoys pain.”

My cock is dying for a taste of her as I twist her nipple again, and she yelps, rocking against the constraints.

“I’m not done, yet.” I take a seat once more, nipping her clit with my teeth while I hook my finger inside her and vibrate it from side to side. That makes her moaning and her breathing accelerate, and I almost lose it myself. I want to fuck her every night just like this—love her every night.

Fuck.

Sex was supposed to erase the feelings, not increase them.

Yanking back, I slap her ass. She whimpers when I don’t go back to her pussy, but I’m not letting her get off that easily.

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