Page 45 of Valentine's Slave

“That was excellent,” I praise. “Do it again.”

Ava hesitates and then raises her legs again, and I notice her bite her lip when she gets to the top and then lowers.

“Five more times. This time, without stopping.”

I’ve taken a short, black whip in my hand, the kind with frayed, knotted ends, and I flick it against Ava’s ribs, breasts, and inner thighs as she lifts her legs, making her shiver even more, hereyes closing as she focuses on her task and tries to hold back her moans when the knotted ends clip her skin through the lace.

On the second lift, she moans out loud as she lifts her legs a little more clumsily, and I know my assumption is correct.

The next time she lifts, I slip my finger between her legs, raking over her pussy just enough to feel the moisture between her lips. Confirmation. Ava whimpers, her breathing coming faster, and her legs begin to shake as they get to the top. She’s so close.

I flick the whip across her hard nipples, pressing through her sheer bra, and she cries out before lowering her legs with a sigh.

“Good girl,” I say. “Do five more.”

“But—” she protests.

“I know what you need,” I cut her off. “Do it now.”

Taking a breath, she lifts her legs up to her chest, an audible moan escaping her lips. No wonder she has such toned arms and thighs—she gets off on working out her core. She’s the first woman I’ve met who has experienced acoregasm, a hands-free orgasm brought on by doing core exercises that cause the core muscles to contract and relax, similar to a sexual orgasm. I can see the pressure building, and listening to her moans, seeing her shaking body, nearly gets me off.

Ava has three more to go, and she’s struggling. Her abdomen convulses, shaking as she brings her knees up close to her chest, and she begins to moan, moving faster as her breathing speeds up.

“That’s it,” I say, whipping along her hips. She shakes harder as she lowers her knees back down.

On the fifth and final time, she goes the slowest, her entire body quaking as she lifts her legs nearly to her chest, pauses, and then with one last surge of energy, brings them up all the way and holds them there, her breath heaving, her body trembling. With every breath, she lets out a mewl, her eyes closing, tremorswracking through her core, until, with one last drawn-out moan, she goes limp, dropping her legs, hanging helplessly in front of me, still wound up in that tight black lace.

I put my hand between her legs, feeling her pussy physically seizing, contracting, and shaking with her breath. Pulling my hand back, I lick my finger, tasting her salty pleasure.

“Now that you’re correctly warmed up . . .” I say, smirking down at her, running my hands down her chest. She starts shaking again, moaning as I stroke down her thigh between her legs. My hard-on is aimed right at her, glistening and ready. She moans as I spread her legs, push aside the black material and move forward to meet her entrance. Her pussy is soft and slick, still contracting, and I stroke her clit as I slide inside her.

Ava cries out as I fill her. Her tight pussy squeezes around me, and I feel the glass plugging her ass from the inside. I grab her hips and slam against her, and she screams, her legs wrapped around my waist.

I’m thrusting at a rapid pace into her, hitting her G-spot. I lock my hands around that juicy ass and yanking her against me as I pummel her deep. My hair falls over her shoulders, our bodies pressed together, slick with sweat.

She moans against me, squeezing me with her thighs, gasping with each thrust.

I lean down and bite her neck, kissing down her skin as she shakes in my arms. I pause and hold her, caressing her body close before slapping her ass and thrusting deep into her once more. I take her again and again, building the energy until she’s shaking and screaming, and I hold her close until she’s ready to go again.

Finally, at the end of it, I come with her, balls deep, my hands gripping the meat on her thighs as the pleasure rocks through me. She slumps against me, exhausted. But I’m not done with her yet.

After holding her to my chest and stroking her shaking, sweaty body, I begin to pull the lace off her. I strip her of the lingerie, undoing every last strap and buckle until it all slides off her, and she’s left naked except for the black-and-silver collar around her neck. She hangs there, ravished and well-fucked in front of me, a hazy look in those crystal-blue eyes, her hair rabid and wild, streaming out at every angle. My cock has already cooled off and is ready to go again, but not here.

Moving behind the cross, I turn back the lever and lower her back down to the ground. Undoing her hands from the cuffs, I pull her down into my arms, fastening the leash to her collar. Meanwhile, she collapses against me, her heart still pattering. I have the urge to kiss her again, but I don’t. I’m stronger than I was last night.

Ava’s head lolls against my shoulder, and she moans against me, her pink lips pressed against my skin. She clings to me with all the strength that she has, and I can tell that she’s in the throes of the after-care low. She’s in luck because I love taking care of my submissives.

I carry her to the master bathroom, running the shower until it’s hot. My shower is spacious, and it also features a small bench. Sitting down with her on my lap, I gently wash her, warming her, wetting her, running the soap down her arms and midriff, washing her breasts and her back, and then slipping my fingers between her legs ever so gently, letting the warm running water do its job.

Ava seems to come alive with the warmth and attention. Her eyes flutter open, and her breathing becomes deep and slow. She’s straddling my lap now, her pussy pressing against the shaft of my cock.

She locks her arms around my neck, and lunging forwards, she opens her mouth and presses it to mine, surrendering to me in a second, parting her lips, her heart speeding anew as she grindsagainst my crotch, her wet, steamy breasts plastered to my hairy chest. Fuck being strong. I’m in the moment, kissing her back with everything I have.

My hands slide from her back down to her ass, guiding her onto my cock. She whimpers as I fill her once more, the pressure of the Snowman pressing inside her as she bounces on top of me. Meanwhile, my mouth devours hers, and the heat of the water, plus the intensity of her pussy tight around me, almost makes me come right then and there.

Breathing slower, I pull back from her lips, sliding to kiss up and down her neck, nipping her ear and then darting my tongue inside, making her pussy tighten against my cock. She’s moaning as she rides me, and I’ve never seen a more angelic vision in my life. Her hair falls in sopping torrents around her face, flopping as she bounces, spraying more hot water droplets.

She vibrates faster now, and I feel her clench inwardly, her moans getting more desperate and higher pitched as she grasps fistfuls of my hair, her breasts pressed up against me as her back arches, and she throws her head back, screaming with her release. But I keep thrusting even after she slows down. She buries her face in my neck, holding me close as she gasps for breath, and I slow to a gentle yet deep rhythm, massaging her pussy from within.

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