Page 47 of Valentine's Slave

“Room service, eh?” I ask with a grin as he puts down the tray and slides into bed on my other side. He’s naked down to his waist, his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, his eyes glinting with a hint of a smile.

“There’s a price to it,” he says with a grin, squeezing my ass under the covers. I squeal and grind back against him, and he spoons me as we lean against the pillows, half lying down, half sitting up, filling up little plates with the food he prepared.

“For a single guy, you’re a killer cook,” I admit, wolfing down the food.

Valentino chuckles. “You sound surprised.”

“I am.”

He clicks his tongue as he refills his plate. We only have until three, when I’ll leave for Hailey’s. I can’t be late for Malcolm’s birthday and the special concert tonight.

When Valentino and I finish eating, we leave the plates on the tray on the bedside table and curl up in bed some more. Valentino is looking hotter than ever, his hard muscles pressing against me from behind, his even harder dick between my naked thighs. Everything is more exciting without clothes, and I already feel my heart racing.

Valentino’s hands slip under the covers, running over me. I don’t care that he’s touching my stomach or that I just ate or that I’m not sucking it all in. I don’t have to be a size zero, and the way he grabs on to the love handles on my hips and slams me when we’re fucking shows me that he has no problem with the way I am.

Relaxing a little more, I lean back against his powerful chest, pressing my ass against his dick a little bit, teasing him under the covers.

“Naughty girl,” Valentino murmurs in my ear, slapping my ass. I moan, but his hand lingers, his finger caressing. “You know, this is the perfect starter position.”

I gasp as the tip of his finger goes into my ass. Meanwhile, he reaches around the front and fingers my clit. That gets me moaning against him, and he slides his finger deeper.

“Starter position for . . .” I trail off as I realize what he’s talking about, and something drops in my stomach. He wants to do anal. “But I’m not drunk.”

“You don’t need to be,” Valentino says. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” By now, that’s a given.

“Are you enjoying this?”

He swivels the tip of his finger in a circle inside me, and I squeal. “Mmhmm.”

“Then, let yourself enjoy.”

He slowly pulls out his finger, and I hear him open the little bottle of coconut oil from his side of the bed. When he brings his finger back, it’s slick, sliding straight into my ass, and I press my hips against him, rolling and moaning at the pressure. He takes his time, warming me up, fingering me at the front, which is already slippery.

“Ava,” he whispers in my ear, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when he says my name, “I’m going to do some things to help you relax.”

He slides out of bed and goes to the dungeon, coming back a minute later with items hidden in a bag.

He slides back into bed behind me, first sliding the blindfold over my eyes.

“Just focus on how you feel,” he instructs. “Don’t overthink it or worry about what’s going to happen. Just feel every sensation and accept it. Give in to it. Don’t fight it. Do you understand?”

I nod, and he gives my ass a little smack.

“Yes, Master,” I murmur, and I hear him smile.

Next, he handcuffs my wrists to the headboard. I moan, feeling exposed and open to him, my back already arched as I lie curved against his body, my legs slightly spread, my pussy already hot and wet.

“This morning, you’re going to be my sweet little slut,” Valentino says, his deep voice gravelly in my ear. “I’m going tolet you surrender—to me, to yourself—and I’m going to reward you with a new pleasure that you’ve never felt before.”

His words are turning me on just as much as being tied up naked is. And then, oiling up his dick, he positions it at my back entrance. He brings his fingers back to my clit, rubbing in slow circles, and I squirm against him with a moan, pressing backwards straight into his dick. I can’t see how it’s going to fit, but I keep that thought far away and focus on the gentle probing that sends spikes of adrenaline down my spine.

The fact that he has his dick pressed to my ass, that he’s about to fuck me with it, both excites and relaxes me. The anticipation turns me on.

I’m panting, my back arching, my lips parted as I wiggle against him. He keeps his dick still, letting me explore him with my ass. He keeps fingering my clit, though, and when he sinks a finger into my pussy, I moan and buck back against him, gasping as the head of his dick penetrates my ass.

The pleasure sears through me, now at odds with the pressure that fills me.

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