Page 33 of Valentine's Slave

No, this isn’t love, I remind myself.This is contracted sex.

Valentino takes his finger out of my ass, and I slowly stand up, my legs wobbly. He pulls me to him, hugging me close, stroking my hair behind my ear again, and another thrill runs through me, the post-sex sizzle that just wants to be close and cozy and held. He holds me tight, gently rubbing my back until my rapid-fire breathing goes back to normal, and then he whispers, “Now, show me the lingerie.”

I look doubtfully at the one-pieces I’d selected, the most basic, cover-everything kind of pieces I could find, and I shrug. “I don’t think I want them anymore.”

“Well then,” he whispers, “you can try the one I got for you.”

My eyes bulge when I see it, a nearly non-existent one-piece. There’s no bra, simply a black satin ribbon across the bust that hardly covers the nipples, coming together in a bow at the cleavage. The ribbon wraps around the back and then comes down at the front of the hips, connecting with the G-string thong that culminates in a bright pink heart right over the pussy. It even comes with a special blindfold with two hearts covering the eyes.

“Festive,” I say, the insecurity all rushing back at the thought of wearingthatsexy little number. But it’s also hot to think of what I’d look like in that, everything perfectly on display, tied up for him like a little Valentine’s gift.

“Put it on,” he says in my ear.

But this time, I fight back.

“No. You leave while I try it on. The first time you’ll see it is at home.”

I realized too late that I just referred to his sex dungeon as ‘home’. But he contemplates my challenge and then smirks.

“Very well,” he says, and with that, he rapidly puts on his clothes—covering up that glorious body—his shoes, his coat, and walks out the door, taking with him the one-pieces I had previously selected, I assume to make it look like he had actually just been helping me try things on.

Meanwhile, I turn back to the mirror, hardly covering my nakedness at all with the skimpy ribbon and heart. I tie it tight so the ribbon kind of stays put over my boobs, and while the G-string stays in place better, I’m sure any little bit of rough play would have the whole outfit on the floor, which, of course, is exactly what Valentino wants, anyway.

I do a 360, checking out my ass from behind. Sure, I carry a bit of extra on my hips that spills into the midriff area, but I stilldolook sexy. Trying to see myself through his eyes, I focus on the grabbable, fuckable parts, rather than just seeing them as ugly things with extra weight. And besides, I did look hot riding him.

Warmth floods through me as I put my clothes back on, walking out with the ribbon and hearts lingerie in my hand.

“Give it to me,” Valentino says, holding out his hand.

I grip it tighter. “I have money.”

His voice is quiet but authoritative. “I am your master, and I saidgive it to me.”

I roll my eyes at him and hand it over. “Fine, Mr. Control Freak.”

He gives my ass a little smack.

“Next time you roll your eyes at me, I’ll be drilling that tight little ass with the Snowman until you’re crying.”

“The Snowman . . . wait—younamedthe butt plug?” My voice is a little too loud, and a lady with a Gouache bag gives me a flabbergasted look as she walks past. I just giggle.

“Yes,” Valentino says.

I chuckle. “That’s hilarious.”

He stares me down, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “I hope you also find it hilarious when it’s filling your ass while I fuck your mouth.”

That sentence makes my pussy wet, and I don’t even like the idea of him fucking my mouth.

“Hold your horses, cowboy,” I murmur as we get to the cash.

Valentino pays for the lingerie and doesn’t give it back to me. We walk out of the store together, and my stomach grumbles loud enough that Valentino actually hears it.

“I’m going to get a sandwich,” I announce.

“You built up quite an appetite with all the work you did back there,” Valentino notes. “I know a good Greek place here.”

I shrug. “I was actually craving a bagel.” I never let myself eat bagels. But, if I’m going to be earning 50k while also having the kinkiest sex of my life, I at least deserve a bagel.

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