Page 49 of Valentine's Slave

“Why do you like anal so much?” I ask.

“I like all sex.” His words are turning me on. “I like to give pleasure, especially where least expected. And—I love filling all your holes.”

That last sentence makes me wet all over again, and I vibrate my hips against him. But now, his dick is starting to fall out. It’s not as hard as it was before.

“Let’s get you washed up,” he says.

Valentino uncuffs me and takes off the blindfold, and he surprises me when he carries me to the bathroom.

“You know I can walk, right?” I ask.

He just smirks at me. “That’s irrelevant.”

He puts me back on the bench in the shower and proceeds to wash me all over with warm water, gentle suds, and his large, warm hands covering me. It warms more than just my pussy, and I yearn for that look in his eyes, that care. He must feel something, even if this is just for a week. I can’t imagine he would do this for someone he was just paying, using. And yet, at the end of it, when I snuggle up to him for a kiss, he turns away,reaching to grab a towel to wrap around me. I know he knew what I wanted, though.

“Something wrong?” I murmur against his shoulder.

“I don’t normally kiss.”

That’s hilarious. “Yeah, just like you don’t normally ask someone to be your slave.”

Valentino brings his flaming gaze to mine. “I never see the girl again after the designated time. I never fuck her outside of my home. And I never kiss her.”

Well, we’ve already done two out of the three. I’m beginning to think I’m a special case, which makes me smirk.

“So why did you fuck me out of the house and kiss me?” I ask, staring back at him as if daring him to say what he’s really thinking and not give a vague fucking answer.

But something in his gaze falls. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he says. “I don’t want you thinking that this is more than it is. This is extravagant sex and kink.” He runs his thumb down my cheek, but his words hit me in the gut harder than I was expecting. “This is ending, not beginning.”

“Well, yeah—the week is half up,” I say. He hired me for a week, not for a lifetime. Does he think I’m falling for him, needing him? Please. He’s been an excellent lover, but he’s hardly boyfriend material. But something still hurts inside when he calls our kisses and dates ‘a mistake’.

“We’ll have to make the most of the rest of our time.” He squeezes my ass, which doesn’t feel at all sore despite the hammering it just received.

“Without any more kissing, then,” I say, bringing my lips right in front of his. “That’s one thing that you can’t have anymore,Master.”

Valentino leans forwards, sliding his lips along my neck, trailing his teeth along my skin, and then biting down ever so slightly.

“Don’t tempt me,” he murmurs. “I’ll punish you when you get home tonight.”

It isn’t until he’s carrying me back to the bedroom that I realize he saidhome, just like I did before. And yet, he’s been very clear. This is just business, which we both knew from the beginning.

The snow has begun to fall again, and the windowsills are dusted with it.

“I’ll drive you to your mom’s,” Valentino tells me as I pull my clothes on—normal clothes for a change, though I do have a pair of red lacy crotchless panties under my jeans. Let’s just say I’m feeling deliciously slutty from all the slave treatment.

“I thought you just said no going out together,” I say.

“This isn’t going out,” he says. “I’m dropping you off.”

“I think you just want to see where my family lives,” I challenge.

Valentino raises an eyebrow, pulling a shirt over his muscled form. “I already know where your family lives.”

I glare at him. “Stalker.”

He just chuckles as we get ready to go.

Valentino drives a Volvo. When we get to Mom’s place, he turns to me. “Make sure you check your email.”

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