Page 42 of Valentine's Slave

“Just the opposite,” I say. “I plan carefully, yes, but I never hold on to anything that isn’t mine. You’re not mine, Ava, but I will fuck you as if you were, until you’re gone.”

I look straight into her eyes as I say it, and I see something deeper, exactly what she's been trying to hide.

Tearing her gaze away, she takes a sip of water, her hips rocking ever so subtly against my hand.

“I’m not afraid to take what I want,” I say. “Perhaps you should take this week as a learning opportunity to do the same. Stop fighting everything.”

At my words, she tenses around my finger, and I know she’s fighting the pleasure, perhaps fighting her own emotions as well. She doesn’t want to let me in, but she will. That’s my challenge, my driving force of the week, to conquest her and break down every one of her walls.

I move my finger slower now, giving her a break, and her rapid breathing slows.

“I’m not going to stop until you give yourself what you want,” I warn her.

“You know nothing of what I want,” she spits, and I see the fire in her eyes. Her blond hair is falling into her eyes. “Like I said, you don’t know me.”

I just smile, pumping her now, slow and steady. “Oh, but I will.”

Determination spitting from her gaze, she takes another bite of pizza, chewing furiously. I feel the pressure growing within her, and she lets out the softest smothered whimper as she swallows her wine, but she nearly spills it as she sets down the glass too hard. Her hands begin to shake, and she grabs her knife and fork and focuses on cutting her pizza, to distract herself, I presume.

I take another bite of my pasta while watching her face, feeling my own hunger surge inside. She’s a fighter. She’s wild with resolve, and she’s dead set against letting me win. But I don’t let up, swiping in little circles now and then squeezing her clit before diving back inside, thrusting between her slick lips.

She’s trying to swallow a bite of pizza when she finally comes. I feel the contractions through her core, and she arches her back, choking a little bit on her last bite as she gasps.

Our waiter, who’s drifting by with a full pitcher of water, comes over at the sight of her.

“Are you all right, miss?” he asks, and when she holds up her glass, he refills it. She takes a sip and sputters again as I sink my finger deep inside her, and then she breathes out long and slow.

“Yes,” she says, sounding pleasured and content. “It’s wonderful.”

The waiter nods and turns away, looking pleased, and I pull my finger out of Ava’s pussy, giving it a little smack before removing my hand from under her dress.

“Now, wasn’t that fun?” I ask.

“You’re a fucking animal,” she retorts.

I chuckle, taking a sip of water, drying my hand off on my napkin. “I believe you’ve already pointed that out. I will also warn you that this restaurant has the best chocolate brownie in all of New York, and you may want to leave some room.”

She eyes me warily. “You’re a strange mix of nasty and nice, you know that?”

“That makes things more difficult to figure out, doesn’t it?” I tease, smirking at how the fury leaps in her eyes. This banter is something I haven’t had in years. You can't find it with just any woman, and getting her all hot and bothered is almost as intoxicating as getting her off is.

When we finish our meal, I order a slice of cheesecake, and she orders the chocolate brownie, refusing to admit how good it is, but she nearly moans when she eats it, and then she polishes every last bit of it off her plate. I just sit there, observing her in silence.

“How was the brownie?” I ask. She smacks her lips, not noticing a brown smudge on one side. I’d like to lean across thecorner of the table and lick it off her lips, but that would give her the wrong impression. I’m not here for her heart, as much as mine is battering against my chest, urging me to yank her against me and feast on her lips as if she’s the last dessert I’ll ever have.

“It was okay,” she says, but her face is still coated in bliss.

I take that as affirmative confirmation.

It’s snowing lightly outside when we leave. The forecast is calling for snow all night and throughout tomorrow. In the Uber, I leave Ava to her thoughts, and she gazes out the window while I imagine that it’s Christmas Eve, and we’re driving home to fuck under the Christmas tree.

Get a hold of yourself, I reprimand myself.She’s the best sex you’ve had in years. That’s it.A devil-kinky vixen, my dream come true.

When we get back to the apartment, I shut the door behind us, and Ava turns to me. I can read the anticipation in those wide blue eyes, and I want to watch them widen as I fuck her slowly.

“Are you ready?” I ask her.

“For what?” She’s just as excited as I am despite her previous frustration. Her heart is beating rapidly in her chest, and I let my eyes rake over her cleavage as she takes off her coat.

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