Page 43 of Valentine's Slave

“To become my masterpiece.”

Now she meets my gaze, her eyes flashing. “I’m tipsy,” she says, dropping her purse on the floor and walking to the kitchen without a glance behind her.

I head into the dungeon, leaving her on her own for a little while. I know she’s hot with adrenaline, wondering what’s about to happen next. There’s nothing like uncertainty and the unknown to boost sexual tension, and I take my time.

When I come into the living room, Ava is curled up on the couch, scrolling through her phone, still in that hot little dress that I want to rip off her. Her hair falls in flowy waves over hershoulders, down to her breasts, and she giggles at a meme. She’s drunker than she admitted. It wasn’t my intention to intoxicate her, though. She did it all by herself.

When she sees me standing beside the couch, she puts her phone away and rolls against the armrest, nearly giving me a show of her panties underneath.

“Hey, you got any hard liquor?” she asks. “I need to get into the right headspace for this.”

“I have whiskey.”

“Why do you have whiskey if you don’t drink?”

Always with the questions. I’m going to have to gag her soon.

“For when my uncle comes to visit,” I reply.

“Mixer?” she asks.

“I have freshly squeezed juice.”

“Right, health nut. Perfect.”

“Help yourself,” I say, showing her the way. I highly doubt she’s drinking because she’s nervous. She already seems comfortable enough to strip naked and get fucked on the kitchen floor. If she keeps drinking like this, it just might happen.

I lean against the counter, watching her make her little cocktail.

She takes a few sips and then turns to me. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

I lean down, my lips brushing the skin on the inside of her shoulder. “You know, you don’t need to get wasted to enjoy sex,” I murmur.

Her breathing speeds up. “I never said I needed it, and I never said it was to enjoy sex.”

“Then what is it for?” I kiss all the way up her neck to the lobe of her ear, which I take between my teeth.

She hesitates, distracted. “It’smyritual.” She sounds a little lightheaded, and I can tell she doesn’t want to reveal what she’s really feeling.

“Very well. Take your glass.”

She does as she’s told, and I scoop her up in my arms, leaning down to invade her ear with my tongue. She makes a little whimpering sound and then gasps as she nearly spills the drink on the way.

I set her down inside the doorway of the dungeon, face towards the wall.

“What are you wearing under that sexy dress?” I hiss in her ear.

She just smirks as she sets her drink down on the dresser. “See for yourself.”

I pull the sleeve off her shoulder, running down her lacy black bra strap with my finger, slipping my hands inside her dress, feeling her, feasting my eyes on her. I’m behind her, still attacking her ear while slowly pulling her dress down. The stretchy material lowers off her shoulders, and a small moan leaves her lips as I push the dress down to her waist.

My cock strains against my pants as I take in her ensemble, strappy, lacy black with bits of pink, complete with a garter.

“My dirty little Valentine,” I murmur in her ear, pushing her against the wall as I grind against her, pressing my cock to her thong. “Put your hands above your head on the wall.”

“Can I drink more first?” she asks.

“No.” I give her ass a little smack, and she moans and puts her hands up on the wall above her head.

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