Page 14 of Valentine's Slave

A moan slips out from between my lips before I clamp my mouth shut. I keep my head from rolling back against his shoulder, even though my chest is swirling with pulsing flames, pleasuring me from the inside out. I’m rocking back and forth, pressing my ass into his dick without realizing it.

Fuck.

With a desperate attempt to control myself, I hold my body still, tensing my core, trying to numb the sensations, biting my tongue to distract myself.

His hands go back to coasting across my chest, but then he takes a nipple captive between his thumb and index finger, rolling it between them and squeezing. The sensation sends ashock of pleasure directly to my pussy, and I can’t help but gasp silently.

But the fucker hears it, and I hear him smile.

“You like that,” he murmurs.

I stay quiet.

His hands on my chest press me tighter against him, and he goes from stroking my skin to torturing my nipples, keeping me on the pins and needles of pleasure and pain. I see what he means about the interplay, and now I’m even more curious about the nipple clamps idea. As much as I hate to admit it, this guy’s good with his hands. That says nothing for his values, but he sure knows how to touch.

“Would you look at that—my dirty little slave is a masochist.” His voice rumbles in my ear and has the same effect on my body as his hands do.

Freeing my breasts, he slides both hands down my sides, sinking his index fingers into the waistband of my jeans. Gliding to the front, he undoes the button and zipper, and I try to calm my overexcited pussy as he slowly slides my jeans down inch by inch.

He thumbs the lace of my black thong. “Someone dressed up for me.”

I only wore the thong because all my other, normal underwear was dirty, but he doesn’t need to know that. He squeezes my bare ass cheek and then smacks it hard. I gasp as the pain tingles into pleasure, mixed with his power and my vulnerability, which seems to have a chemical reaction in my brain.

With my jeans down to my mid-thigh, he kneads my ass with his large, warm hands, his fingers sliding desperately close to other places. Every time he gets close, it sends another ripple through me, and I bite my tongue harder to hold back a moan, nearly drawing blood.

His fingers rake up and down my thighs now, and he brushes along my pussy, rubbing my clit through the black lace. I suck in a breath as he picks up the pace, rubbing and pressing, and then he pulls back for a second to slap my ass once, twice, again.

The rapid-fire of his palm clapping down against my skin shakes me from the inside out. He doesn’t hold back, and he’s a powerful guy. He could break me in half or bust me open with one ill-placed strike. And yet, he’s an expert with the timing, the placement, caressing as soon as he delivers the blows. The shock and pain flower into a deep warmth that flows into my core, feeding my pussy, making it even wetter. Despite my best efforts to stay calm, everything he does makes me fucking wet. I might as well just give in to it.

A drop of sweat glides down my back. And then, he shoves my shoulders forward, forcing me onto my hands and knees in front of him, my hands still cuffed together.

“You’re my dirty little whore, and I’m going to make you scream with pleasure,” he growls.

His words make my pussy throb.

He grabs my black thong and yanks it down, exposing my ass, and gives it another smack. I let out a squeak, which he seems to enjoy, and he chuckles as he runs two fingers along my clit, sliding down to my entrance, tapping and teasing.

“If you make a sound, I’ll gag you,” he says, and I shut my mouth, feeling a twisting through my core. Just when I was about to give up trying to stay quiet, too.

I feel something hard and warm at my ass, a small circle shape. A tremor goes through me when I realize he’s holding the five-inch, glass butt plug to my entrance. He must have heated it up because it’s warm and smooth against my skin. It’s also wet, slick with lube, which he smears onto me.

I keep breathing, feeling the tremor rock from my pussy down to my core. His fingers continue doing their magic work, while his other hand applies gentle pressure to the plug.

The first little glass bead glides into me, and I gasp. Valentino removes his hand from my pussy and slaps my ass hard.

“I’ll help you keep quiet, little slave,” he says. He runs his finger along my lips, and when they part for him, he slides a kitchen cloth across my mouth, tying it back behind my head.

“Now no one can hear your screams,” he says, and my pussy tingles again. I breathe louder, going against his orders. Now I’ll make as much noise as humanly possible if he thinks he can silence me with a kitchen cloth.

One of his hands goes back to my clit as the other one spins the glass plug, rocking it back and forth gently but firmly against me. My heart is thrashing, and my hands are pressed against the cold tile floor, still bound together. My breasts hang down, rubbing together, and I feel utterly open and vulnerable to him. That makes me even hotter, and I whimper, the sound strangled through the cloth.

“Take it for me, my sweet little slut.” He croons the last word with as much affection as he might say ‘love’. I let go a little more as the second glass bead slips inside. It’s noticeably bigger, and I moan again, my lips straining against the gag.

With one hand on the plug, his other roams all over me and then pulls at my nipple, making me rock back and forth as I moan against the cloth.

“Shake that perfect ass for me,” he says, his hand moving faster, raking over my skin. It’s as if the sexual play has turned on every nerve in my entire body.

And then, Valentino slides his hand back to the front, fondling my clit, sinking two fingers deep into my pussy.

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