Page 26 of Valentine's Slave

Pressing gently, he probes my back door while he massages my ass with his other hand and then slaps me again, once on one cheek and once on the other. My skin stings, and I moan, rolling my hips, craving the warmth of his touch. The little pricks of pain sizzle into pleasure, and my pussy is still spasming.

I whimper as he sinks the tip of his finger into my ass and slowly swirls it around, sending more sizzles of pleasure through me. I sit with the foreign feeling, letting myself open to it. One thing is clear—Valentino ismuchbetter at ass play than Shawn ever was.

Valentino hasn’t touched my pussy again since fucking me, but it’s soaked in its own juices, still shaking, waiting for its turn. He continues the spanking and caressing, all while pressing his finger deeper into my ass. It’s tight, but as he slaps me again, I nearly scream, gritting my teeth, tensing, and then relaxing against him, and he slides deeper into my ass, and I feel new depths of sensation. I grind against his hand, fucking myself with his finger as I moan.

“My dirty little Valentine likes taking it from behind,” he murmurs, and his tone draws more wetness from my pussy.

I gasp when he pulls out his finger completely, followed by more spanking, leaving me panting, back arched, pulsing for him again. But when he caresses my ass, he brings something else to the entrance. I recognize the hard circular shape, and I moan at the coldness of the glass.

He slides the first bead inside me with one smooth motion and keeps going. I moan as the second bead goes in, spreading me further, as he gently rubs my sore ass prickling with both pleasure and pain.

But I’m wary of his caresses, and my heart patters out a jagged tune, strained with anticipation as Valentino hesitates for a second and then brings his palm down hard and fast on my skin.

As the third spanking makes contact, Valentino grips my ass with his fingers. A tremor rocks through me, the relaxation of the post-spanking release, and he applies more pressure to the butt plug. It begins to sink into me, pressing me open even further, and I scream as I take it in up to the hilt.

The rose falls to the ground, and I’m lost, full, shaking, moaning against his hands that are rubbing me slow and gentle now.

“My little slave dropped her rose,” Valentino notes. I hear the smirk in his voice, and he gives the plug a tap, sending a tremor through me as he moves to retrieve the fallen rose.

I feel his hands in my hair, and he twines the rose through my locks so that it stays in place.

“That just earned you another spanking,” he announces, returning to stand behind the table, facing my full ass and soaked pussy. He runs his hand down the back of my thigh, leading down to the leg bindings below my knees. He squeezes both my thighs, slapping their meat, and the untouched skin rings out with just as much confused ecstasy as my ass did before.

I moan, not trying to keep my mouth closed anymore, and Valentino reaches his hand between my legs and squeezes my clit. I nearly burst at the pressure, and then he slides one finger in my pussy, thrusting hard and deep, his knuckle smacking against my clit every time.

With the plug filling my ass, I’m already extra sensitive, spilling over and with his finger moving and thrusting with such force and precision, I lose it. The energy leaps inside me again, and I feel it build as he thrusts again and again and again. My moaning gets more high-pitched until I’m shrieking, riding out the edge of my orgasm as it pours out of me, sears through my limbs, and leaves me in a heaving, breathless slump.

“That’s a good girl,” Valentino says with a smile. And then, he slides his dick into my entrance and thrusts like a psycho, rocking my body until I’m screaming again.

Pausing and pulling out, he releases the bindings on my arms and over my back. Only my legs remain tied down to the lower platforms of the table.

Going back to his spot behind me, Valentino enters me again, filling me up all the way.

“Get up,” he orders, pulling me back against him so I’m on my knees, my back and ass pressed against his stomach and chest. I reach my hands behind me, trying to touch him, the sides of his torso, the bottom of his shoulders.

Meanwhile he wraps his arms around me, cupping my breasts in his hands while he thrusts hard and deep, our skin slapping. I whimper as he squeezes my nipples, my chest heaving up and down as he fills me, plunging in again and again. I reach both hands backwards and grab his hips and ass, pulling him to me.

He pauses his thrusting to play with my breasts, and then he’s thrusting again, harder than before, jolting my entire body with each thrust, deep and wild. The energy builds again, and as he grunts out his release, I feel his energy flood through me as I gasp, core shaking, convulsions rolling through me.

We both sigh out, long and deep, and I relax back against him.

Valentino runs one hand through my hair, taking off the blindfold and stroking a few strands out of my face, while he still cups my chest with his other hand, his touch now gentle and soft.

The music that played out the soundtrack to our fuckathon is now soft, piano with violin. Valentino reaches down to undo my legs from the leather binding.

“You may wash up and shower, if you like,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’ll be waiting for you in bed. Would you like to take out the anal plug, or shall I?”

I don’t understand how he can make the wordsanal plugsound so hot. His lips are right next to my ear, and something in my heart stirs.

“I will,” I reply automatically, even though thinking about it after, I would have preferred him to do it.

He takes the rose out of my hair and walks out of the room with it, leaving me alone in the darkness.

9

Valentino

The room is dark, but I catch sight of her blond hair when she comes into the room. She’s wrapped in a towel, and I keep my eyes trained on her until she finally drops it, quickly slipping under the covers to evade my gaze, which I’m sure she can feel, raking over her body. I can sense her urgency to cover those gorgeous breasts and that perfect ass that’s still pink from our games. Is she shy to let me see her naked even after everything we’ve done? If she’s insecure about her curves, I love them all. They give me something to grab on to when I’m balls deep in her pussy.

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