Page 62 of Valentine's Slave

“Good girl.”

Now, my fingers are between her legs, and a smile curves my lips as I dip into her wetness. She may have been scared before, but now she’s wild for more, and her body is giving it away.

I reach into the wicker basket silently, taking the smaller, metal anal plug with a furry tail attached to it. I smear it with lube, one handed, while still fondling Ava with my other hand. She arches her back, moaning a little. And then, without missing a beat, I bring the plug to her ass, between the G-string and the fishnet stockings. I rub it against her entrance for half a second and then push it into her with a twisting, circling motion.

Ava gasps at the intrusion and whimpers as I tap the plug. I pull her tail and twist it from side to side. It makes her look like an exotic beast, part human, part animal, just like me. I lean over her, my cock pressing her tail between her legs as I uncuff her and then pull off her blindfold.

“Playtime’s over,” I murmur in her ear. I pull back, still on the ground but standing tall from my knees up, towering over her. “Show me what you can do,” I command her, pulling her towards my cock. “And this time, finish the job.”

It’s cruel of me to make her suck me down again after what just happened, but the sick part of me likes that. I’m fully conscious now, and I’m not going anywhere. Nothing bad will happen to her, and I’ll make sure she gets her full fill of pleasure as well.

Ava glares at me, but I can’t help but smirk. She’s on her hands and knees, nearly naked, with a brown and black tail streaming from her ass. She looks angry, but if she thought this would be a blow-job-free slave experience, she was sorely mistaken. I’ve wanted to live out this particular moment since I first laid eyes on her.

“I want you to suck my cock like you’re dying and it’s the cure,” I tell her.

Ava’s blond hair falls past her shoulders, her breasts bouncing. Her eyes are cold, and she doesn’t reply as she turns herself towards me as gingerly as she can, doggy style.

I clear my throat, and that’s her last chance. She looks at me again.

“Yes,Master. But be more fucking careful this time.” Now, there’s pure disdain in her voice. I just might be making an enemy, and that makes me smile. I’d like to feel her fuck me like she hates me. I excuse her excess of words, only because of the delicacy of the previous situation.

Keeping her eyes down now, not at all trying to make things sexy, Ava balances on her right hand and cups the base of my cock with her left, opening her mouth as she takes me inside.

The warm delight washes over me again, and I look down at her for a few seconds before smacking her ass. She nearly grazes my cock with her teeth, and I lean over her, twisting her tail in circles while squeezing one of her nipples and then the other.

She’s gotten into a rhythm now, her head bobbing forwards and backwards as she sucks and rubs at the same time. But I want more.

“Try taking me down your throat,” I say, softening my tone. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

I lean forward again and spank her, thrusting my cock forward just slightly as I do so. She gasps and opens her mouth further, and I feel my cock hit the back of her throat. Meanwhile, I rub between her legs, sinking two fingers into her pussy. She’s gushing, and even if she claims to not like giving head, I believe she very much likes it when I dominate her.

I keep my hips moving back and forth, gently, still letting her go at her own pace. I thrust my fingers deeper inside her, pumping like a vibrator, and I hear her moan catch in her throat. There’s nothing I like more than seeing my cock between her lips.

“I’m going to come,” I say. “You know what to do if you don’t want that.”

I wait two seconds, three, and when she keeps sucking, I sigh long and low, releasing my cum down her throat.

“What a dirty little whore,” I croon, pulling out. Ava is looking slightly light-headed and high. I can tell she’s getting off on the slave fantasy, that it excites her just as much as it does me.

I put the blindfold back on her and fix her lingerie so that the ribbon rubs her nipples, pressing across her breasts and going down her back.

“You have one more chocolate to find,” I say. “Go.”

She begins to crawl. She makes it to the back of the door, but she doesn’t find the chocolate kiss nestled in the sex swing, which is hanging from the doorknob.

“You’re close, but you’re running out of time,” I say, snapping her ass with the whip.

Ava’s body jolts, but instead of continuing her search, she turns towards me and lunges forward, despite the blindfold, grabbing for the whip. She very nearly pulls it out of my grasp, but I blench it tight and yank it out of her reach.

Now, Ava blatantly defies my commands, standing up as she grabs at my shirt, trying to pull off the buttons.

“If you want to ignore the rules and ask for a punishment, I can do that,” I say, grabbing her around the hips and throwing her over my shoulder.

Ava squirms when I put her down in front of the St. Andrews cross. I reach into the wicker basket for another gag, the one with a leather mouth plate for her to bite down on.

“Water,” she says, evading my hands.

I slap her ass. “How do you address your master?”

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