Page 54 of Valentine's Slave

He glances at me, and something flickers in his eyes.

“I told you that this year I wanted to be more intense. That includes delving into the soul, not just the body. That’s where real depth and feeling comes from. The body is nothing more than a vessel.”

“Okay, so you want to understand my brain so you can enjoy my body better?”

“And soyoucan enjoy your body better,” he adds.

I swear he speaks in riddles on purpose.

When we get to the apartment, even though I’m tired, I’m expecting Valentino to go all master on me. But instead, he simply leads me to the bedroom.

“You must be exhausted,” he says.

I laugh. “You’re the one who just drove across New York in a snowstorm, not me.”

Those black eyes glow. “You’d better get some sleep,” he says. “You’re going to want to be energized for all the ways I’m going to fuck you tomorrow.”

And the sexy beast is back.

“You know, I wore crotchless panties tonight,” I say. “Just in case.”

He smiles. “Don’t take them off.”

“I’m going to eat first, though,” I say.

Valentino comes with me to the kitchen for my snack, and then we head back to the bedroom together. Valentino strips naked to sleep, and I smile down at my frilly red panties with all the sexy bits showing. I’m getting more used to the idea of trying not to judge myself and my body all the time. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I make myself the best I can be, but like Valentino pointed out before, we have to accept the things we can’t control. And it’s about time that I accept myself. But I feel his eyes on my skin before he turns out the light.

“Come here,” Valentino says, spooning me against his piping-hot body.

When he holds me like this, I can’t help myself. I feel loved. I feel safe.

I feel home.

13

Valentino

“You can’t move,” I murmur in Ava’s ear, my eyes roving down her naked chest as I dress her. She’s lying on the bed, freshly roused from sleep, those delectable crotchless panties spreading red lace across her hips. She gasps a little as cool metal touches her skin, and I fasten a metal chain bra over her breasts, hooking at her cleavage.

Teasing the skin of her inner thighs, brushing my fingers along her pussy lips, I pull a matching chain thong across her most sensitive parts, pressing against the thin lace. It’s high-waisted, the metal criss-crossing along her midriff, hooking onto the bottom of the bra at the front and back.

“You’re going to scream multiple times this morning,” I murmur in Ava’s ear. “But no one will hear you.”

I fill her mouth with a ball gag, and I hear a moan rise in her throat. She won’t admit it, but she loves giving up control, being taken over and dominated. And she’s breathtaking in the role, her body rippling with metal chains, with just a hint of red at herpussy. The gag has a ball to both fill her mouth and keep it open so I can watch those pretty pink lips closing around the head of the ball, with black leather connected at the back of her neck. But this particular gag is special, and at the front, it has two little metal rings, where I connect two more chains with metal nipple clamps, connected to each other by a third chain.

I rub Ava’s breasts, rustling the chains, and she shivers, moving into my hands. She gasps as I fasten a clamp to each of her nipples, erect with desire. She whimpers at the cold and the bite, and I make sure they’re on securely, so a small tug won’t pull them off.

“If you move your head too much, it’ll pull the chains like this,” I warn her, putting pressure on the chain. Ava gasps, her breath quickening. As soon as she arches her back and extends her neck, it’ll pull her nipples taut and tight against the chain, like now, which is exactly what I want to watch her do to herself.

“Since you can’t speak, the safe words will be throat sounds,” I tell her. “You can still make ‘mm’ sounds. Two means yellow, and three means red.”

Now, I drop my hand to her pussy, rubbing along the engorged lips and then slipping inside, and Ava moans.

“What a good girl,” I murmur. “My dirty little Valentine is all wet, just getting dressed for me.”

I lead her to the dungeon where I set up the sex swing against the closed door. The swing is made up of four sets of long black straps coming down from the top of the closed door, the two straps at the back closer to the door connecting in a padded seat, with two black handles further up, and the two straps at the front longer, with little loops at the bottom for legs or arms or whatever body part I deem fit.

“You’re going to stand in front of the swing, facing the door,” I instruct.

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