Page 24 of Valentine's Slave

Carefully, so as not to trip, I step up onto the little platforms that are meant to secure one’s shins in place. I lean down, resting my torso on the narrow but cushioned table and lay my hands on their little platforms lower down, my face angled straight down into the massage-style headrest.

And now, I wait. The hair is standing up on the back of my neck, and I feel that at any second, Valentino could pop up from around a dark corner. Maybe he’s been watching me this whole time. I strain to hear him, but there’s not a sound in the entire apartment, which he explained was soundproof—so no one will hear me scream.

Seconds tick into minutes, and then I lose count as drowsiness trickles over me. It is midnight, after all, and I’ve had awhirlwind of a last couple days. My eyelids begin to droop, and my breathing grows soft and deep. I finally relax, stop holding my stomach in, and spread, gentle and free, across the table. And then I’m dreaming, of roses and chocolates and a man who wants to give them all to me, a man who wants to stay. Not Valentino, of course.

Fingers brush over me from my back down to my ass, and I shiver as I’m dragged back to reality.

“Shhhhhh.” His voice is both authoritative and soft. “You’re all mine now.”

I close inwardly to protect myself at the sound of him so close, and another gasp escapes my lips as I realize I’m now bound to the ‘torture table’, leather cords holding down my arms, legs, and back. Also, the little bit of lace that had been clinging to my body is gone, and I’m now completely naked.

“Don’t fight it, my dirty little Valentine,” Valentino coos in my ear. “Just give in to me, and I will set you free.”

His fingers are warm as they begin to run across my skin, though it feels more professional than sexual for now. His hands knead my shoulders, and despite my half-asleep state of stress and racking heart, relaxation begins to work through my muscles, and I gradually feel myself calm.

Valentino’s hands slowly move south, rubbing down my back, working out the knots and kinks, and my breathing relaxes, all the while picking up pace as he draws nearer to the danger zones, brushing past my side boob, descending to my hips.

“You hold so much tension here,” he says, kneading the skin at each side of my lower back. “And there are two pressure points right here . . .”

I suck in a breath as his hands find my ass, his fingers moving to two sensitive points that he rubs with more pressure until I cry out.

“Let it all out for me,” he says, and I hear the glee in his voice. Hearing my whimpers turns him on, and my breathing spikes again.

My view of the dark room is completely obstructed by the headrest, but all my other senses seem heightened. Valentino rubs warm oil into my skin as he massages some more, my back, my neck, my shoulders, down the curve of my hips and back to my ass. He’s massaging my ass cheeks, his fingers swiping desperately close underneath to the front, to my drenched pussy, quivering silently, still untouched.

My ass jets out over the edge of the table, clearly accessible for him to do as he pleases, but he’s still moving slowly, continuing his descent, rubbing little circles along my skin, working up and down the inside of my thighs, coming so close to the hot zone and then stopping. I’m trembling now, holding my breath.

When he bends down and presses his body against me, I gasp, feeling his bare skin against mine. He’s naked, and I feel his rock-hard dick against my back. My pulse skyrockets, and the hair on the back of my neck prickles.

Valentino drops his hands from my thighs and traces down the sides of my shoulders, down my back. He slides his hands to the front, reaching under me to cup my breasts in his hands, pressing my back up against the restraint. His fingers rub over me, and a strangled cry leaves my lips as he squeezes both my nipples at once.

He grinds against me at the same time, his dick smearing precum onto my back.

“Are you ready to take me, my sweet little slut?” he asks.

He squeezes my breasts again, thrusting his hips, all without pressing his full weight against me. I merely whimper in reply, and he reaches back with one hand and slaps my ass.

“Are you ready for me to baptise you with my cum?”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

I don’t try to hold back this time. I want to be into the sex. I want it to take me away and drown me in pleasure.

His hand slides to my pussy, rubbing along its swollen lips, pressing against my clit in little circles. I buck against the restraints, arching back against him as I roll my hips, and his dick gets even harder. His other hand slides up and down the outside of my thigh. He thrusts two fingers inside me while his hips slam against me, and I let out a little scream. I’m basically on all fours for him, spread out on this table, completely immobilized. I wiggle my pussy against him as I feel his fingers deep inside in the wetness.

He pulls away both hands, and I hear him smack his lips. Did he just lick his fingers?

“You taste delicious,” he murmurs. “I like to see you bound and helpless for me.”

He pulls back, standing up, and I lose sensation of him for a second. And then, his fingers are back on my clit, pulsing and rubbing, and while I moan, he places his dick at my entrance and, torturously slowly, begins to penetrate. With every flick of my clit, he slides in a little deeper.

I suck in another breath as I feel him spreading me open, teasing me as he inches in and out, giving me more of his dick every time. My pussy throbs around him, and I arch my back, pressing up against the restraints.

And then, with a growl, he shoves all the way in, his hips and balls slapping against my ass, his hands squeezing the love handles at the curve of my thighs hard enough to leave marks. I moan with every thrust, feeling the energy build and swirl in my core as he fills me.

He grabs my hair in his fist, arching my back as he slams me from behind. I’m screaming now.

And then, Valentino stops. He drips fresh oil over me, and then his hands run up and down my shoulders and the sides ofmy ribs. He slips his hands under me again to grasp my breasts, to torture my nipples between his fingers as he pinches and squeezes. I whimper at the sizzles of pleasure and pain, and then I scream as he plunges his dick back inside and thrusts madly for ten seconds.

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