Page 64 of Valentine's Slave

Her crystal-blue eyes flash open, and they’re full of fire.

“You asshole,” she spits, her words muffled through the gag.

“You were being punished,” I say, shrugging. “You’re not allowed to come until my cock is buried in your ass. And if you speak to your master like that again, you’ll be punished a second time. Would you like that?” My tone is a dare, and I bring my face right in front of hers.

I can see that the effect of my words excite her, but she meets my gaze with a harsh stare and doesn’t try to speak.

I smirk. “I didn’t think so.”

I give the chain across her chest one more little tug, and Ava strangles a whimper without breaking my gaze. She’s a tough one.

Stepping behind the cross, I lower her to the ground and then release her from the cuffs, gag and nipple clamps, leaving the plug in her ass.

Her chest heaves as she breathes, but I can sense her frustration. Meanwhile I adjust the cross from behind, folding it so that the top half bends backwards in a 45-degree angle.

“Come here,” I say, and Ava steps back towards the cross. “Bend over, face down.”

I adjust the platform she’s standing on, raising it substantially until she’s at the proper height. She follows my command, bent forward at the waist, her chest and arms lying on top of the cross. I fasten them down, leaving some room so she can arch her back and lift her head, but she’s still bound to the metal cross.

“You’re still mine, until tomorrow at noon,” I announce as I snap the whip over her ass. She flinches. “You’re mine to torture, to pleasure, to fuck. The more you fight me, the more fun I’ll have punishing you. Do you understand?”

No answer.

My palm smacks against her ass, and a pulse goes through her. I rub the pink skin, massaging her ass, and I can tell when she holds back a moan.

“Yes,Master,” Ava says, her voice slick with disdain. She’s trying to close herself off to me. Perhaps she’s protecting herself, but I won’t let her shut down, not when I want to dive into her even deeper.

I rake my hands across her body, pressing slow and hard with my fingers, which makes her shiver. Every few seconds, I use one hand to spank or whip her until her ass and thighs are pink, and after each blow, I lean down and kiss her flesh. I run my hands gently over her, rubbing the pain into pleasure until I hear her moan.

Cupping her ass with my hand, I fist her tail and turn it in circles until I pull it completely out, which makes Ava gasp and my cock twitch. I’m already dripping, and I lean into Ava and smear precum across her ass. Quickly, I lube up my cock and then position it against her asshole.

Ava sucks in a breath as I press the head of my cock into her. I plunge two fingers into her pussy, my other hand rubbing the back of her neck, calming her, opening her until I feel her muscles relax. And then, I thrust my hips little by little, my cock claiming more of her with each stroke until I sink all the way inside her.

Ava moans, her hands open and limp above her head. I pull her hair, arching her back so I can reach around and squeeze one of her breasts, ravaging her rosy nipples while she bucks against me and rams her hips backwards into mine.

My cock rocks back and forth inside her, and I spank her while I fuck her. I could come right now. I’m perfectly in the zone. This is what my ritual is for, and I’m no longer distracted. I’m in fucking paradise, and my dirty little slave is taking it like a good girl, moaning to my rhythm.

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Ava

“I’m hungry.” I speak as soon as Valentino releases me from the cross and takes off the gag. He just came inside my ass after denying me an orgasm. He also choked me with his dick earlier and then made me suck his dick asecond time. And then, when he went down on me, he ruined the most wicked coregasm before I could come. I should hate him right now, and I kind of do, but I’m also majorly turned on, which is weirding me out.

Like, when he made me go on all fours and suck his dick, it was kind of hot. Not the actual feel of his dick because that was wet and a bit goopy and had that dick taste that I don’t love, but it seems like the more he uses and fucks me, the morehisI feel. I don’t know how to explain it, and I’m not sure if it’s healthy, but it’s almost over, and I’m going to take advantage of it for all it’s worth.

Valentino’s also in a strange mood tonight. The last few days, he’s seemed almost . . . sweet, as if he was finally showing a partof himself that was softer and maybe realer than the image he usually displays to the world. But tonight, from the beginning of our fuck-fest, he’s been all snarky and rough, and when he was fucking my mouth, I had to make the safe sounds before he snapped out of it and realized he was crossing a line. It was the first time I ever felt scared in his presence, and I sure didn’t like it. He just doesn’t seem like himself—not that I know who he actually is.

He also seems to be trying to shock me with his intensity. I get that he likes wild sex, but it’s almost like he’s trying to use it to put distance between us. And that’s confusing because I really thought there was a gentleman under that asshole demeanour. I thought he was starting to show his heart. But nope. He’s just a dick that I have to get out of my head ASAP.

“I’m glad you’re hungry,” Valentino says, licking his lips. “Because you’re going to cook us dinner, naked.”

Over my dead body.

“You can bring a horse to water,” I say, holding back a smirk as I extract myself from his hands and get up. “I’ll order two pizzas if you were really lazy enough not to plan out dinner.”

I am starving, though, so in the meantime, I open the freezer in search of a snack. Valentino has the tiniest little tub of vanilla ice cream. I would have expected something less boring from a kinky guy like him, but vanilla will have to do. Grabbing a spoon, I sit down at the table and begin to eat straight from the tub. Valentino takes a seat on the other side of the table running his eyes over me. I feel strangely comfortable, despite the fact that I’m naked and eating with a hot-as-hell man staring at me. A hot-as-helldouchebagstaring at me, I should say.

“That’s going to ruin your appetite,” he says.

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