Page 46 of Valentine's Slave

She turns her lips back to mine, trying to mash our faces together, but I rub my finger over her lips, dipping it into her mouth. She sucks my finger like a good girl, and that makes my cock even harder. I’m being a gentleman right now, protecting her from attaching to me. Because this isn’t about love—it’s about everything else.

“My dirty little Valentine doesn’t get another kiss until she’s completed her duties,” I tell her, staring into those wild eyes. “You’ve been such a sweet little slut, but you’re not done yet. Iwant you to get on your knees and see how much of my cock you can take in your mouth.”

She sucks in a breath, and I gently lift her off me.

“I’m going to wash myself first,” I say. I’ve secured her leash to a hook on the wall, so she’ll have just enough room to get down on her knees without being pulled tight.

Getting up, I soap up everything and rinse myself off before turning to her, my cock dripping, hungry for her. I put two small washcloths on the ground to protect her skin, and Ava slides off the bench, onto her knees.

Seeing her kneeling before me—naked but for my collar around her neck—makes my breathing quicken. She looks up at me, staring into my eyes as if she’s trying to peer into my soul. Looking blissful and tipsy, she darts her tongue over my shaft as if she’s licking an ice cream cone. Pausing, she glances up at me, a devil’s smirk in her eyes as she smacks her lips and then turns back to my cock. She opens her mouth and takes the head in, and then, she begins to suck.

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I’m on a hazy sex high, the alcohol mixed with the adrenaline, and just about anything looks good right now, including Valentino’s dick. It’s normal sized, thicker than Shawn’s was, and Valentino’s hair is black and curly down there. I’m not grossed out by any deed at the moment, especially with everything so hot and wet in the shower, and I gulp him right down, making an O with my lips and suctioning up and down along his shaft as far as I can go. The rest of his dick I fist with my hand, rubbing in time with my sucking as I bob my head back and forth.

This was what I would give Shawn on his birthday or on special occasions, or when I was really drunk and feeling into it, but he would often take the opportunity to try to play out a porn scene or fuck my face with his dick, which didn’t end well. Plus, he wanted it all the time, when he was smelly and sweaty and hadn’t washed down there in over twenty-four hours.

Valentino, however, simply strokes my shoulders. If he’s breathing faster or grunting, I can’t hear it because of the storm of the shower in my ears, and I’m lost in the moment, in the steam and the heat.

His dick fills my mouth, and I feel penetrated, vulnerable,his. That’s what’s getting me off right now, the fact that he’s infiltrating me in every way he possibly can, filling me and claiming me. It’s the primal instinct that takes over, that makes my pussy wet and a moan rise in my throat.

Valentino’s hands run through my hair, but he doesn’t force my face into his dick or try to deep throat me. I keep his dick angled to the side of my mouth, and if it doesn’t go in all the way, that’s not my problem. That’s what hands are for. I feel the collar around my neck, and that’s another reminder of how I’m his—for now, and I whimper, feeling the five-inch butt plug deep inside my ass as I rock back on my heels. Everything about this situation screams domination and submission and heat as hot as fuck.

I suck him for a little while, and then, he pulls out, grabs me under the arms, and picks me up, putting me on the bench.

“I’m going to come all over your tits,” he murmurs.

I whimper, feeling the hard marble of the bench under my ass as it presses everything inside, making me feel tighter and hotter. While Valentino rubs his dick, I let my eyes run up and down his body, his wavy black hair, soaked and plastered to his tan skin, his beard flecked with droplets, his eyes blazing and hungry. I can count his every ab, and I watch his pec muscles flex as he moves his hand in rapid motion over himself.

I gasp a little when the white spray flies through the rainfall, coating my breasts with gloopy white cum still warm from his dick. A drop lands on my lips, and I wipe it away with my hand, the showerhead soaking and cleaning me. Valentino is staring down at me with a mix of satisfaction and excitement in his eyes.I look up at him, and when we make eye contact, he pulls me into his arms and pushes me up against the wall. It’s cold and hard in contrast with the hot water, and as I gasp, his mouth closes over mine, his tongue darting inside, his still-hard dick pressed against my stomach.

I moan, twining myself tighter against him, my hands around his neck, whimpering as my pussy pulses against him. This isn’t a sexual orgasm; this is from the intimacy, the close proximity. It’s hiskissthat I’m dying for, feeling like I’m his. I didn’t even think I wanted to be his, but this moment just feels so right, and I’m lost in it. His hands roll my hips against him, his hair hanging down over me as he devours my mouth, our tongues dancing as the water rains down over us.

I’m drunk, and my emotions are all over the place, but for once, I just fall into them, pulling Valentino closer against me. I want to stay right here, like this, forever. I want to kiss his face and feel his arms around me until the end of time.

We stay twined against each other, hands exploring the wet curves of our bodies and roving through hair. After a sweet, long eternity, Valentino slides his dick back into me, and now he’s fucking me while we’re kissing.

He holds my hands above my head against the wall and pulls back to look into my eyes, his tongue flicking out over his lower lip. Those Greek-god features and wild black eyes make my pussy clench him tighter. He is just as safe as he is dangerous, just as good as he is bad. And then he kisses me again, taking my lower lip between his teeth.

Valentino pauses his thrusting, holding me close, staring down into my eyes, those dark pupils dilated, burning with intensity as he brushes my hair out of my face, his finger stroking down my temple all the way to the collar around my neck.

He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes scream a thousand words as he grips me close, his hair flying around his muscular shoulders, and then he crushes his lips back to mine, and I moan into his mouth, feeling a tremor rock through me.

I feel so safe and warm, and my pussy is spasming against his dick, not because of how he’s fucking my body but because of the way he’s touching my heart.

This will all wear off in the morning when the alcohol is gone, but right now, I want to paint his face onto the back of my eyelids and stare at him all day, the fire in his eyes, the way he holds me so warm and tight.

I don’t remember exactly how we get from the shower to the bed, but before I know it, we’re under the covers, rubbing against each other. He took the plug out of my ass—I remember that because I moaned, and he slapped my ass and said he’d have his dick in there next.

Now I’m curled up against his piping-hot body, muscled and spread across the bed, my head resting on his shoulder. I can feel his heartbeat still racing in his chest, just like mine, and he wraps both arms around me, enclosing me against him.

I may be a ‘sex slave’ by contract, but this is fucking paradise.

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There’s a foot of snow on the ground when we wake up. I have a headache droning at the back of my brain, but happiness washes over me as I feel Valentino’s foot brushing against mine at the bottom of the bed. Drifting back to sleep, I wake to an empty bed, but the apartment smells like breakfast, and Valentino comes in with potatoes, eggs, and fruit on a tray.

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