Page 65 of Valentine's Slave

I roll my eyes as I dig my spoon into the ice cream. “You’re not my fucking father, and I’m not fucking cooking.”

He just smirks at me. “Order two pizzas. One vegetarian. The other whatever you like.”

He goes on to stare at me.

“You mean right now?” I ask. “I’m eating ice cream.”

“If you won’t cook, you have to provide the food,” he says with a shrug.

Wow, he really is a dick. When I get up to grab my phone, he has the nerve to slap my ass. I order the fucking pizzas, come back, sit down, and continue eating my ice cream, which Valentino had started to eat while I was gone.

Still smirking at me, he digs into the ice cream himself. But instead of eating it, he flings the ice cream across the table, so it splats against my chest.

I stare down at the cold, melty ice cream sliding down my boob. This is war.

Another spoonful of ice cream splats against my other boob, and I look up to see Valentino’s fiery eyes. He doesn’t look exactly playful. He looks like a wild animal, ready to pounce. He gets up, bringing his chair to my side of the table, and setting it down next to me, he grabs me and pulls me backwards into his lap as he leans down and begins to lick the ice cream off one of my nipples and then the other.

This is infuriating. Here Valentino is, showing his sweet side again. And yet, in less than twelve hours, he’s going to disappear from my life, forever. So, instead of continuing trying to figure him out, which is making my head hurt, I figure it’s smartest to just fuck him like I hate him, assume he’s an asshole inside and out and leave it at that. Maybe that’ll leave my heart intact, even if I can’t walk straight tomorrow after all the sex.

He bites my nipple, and I shriek. Now he’s an asshole again but a pretty one. I punch his shoulder and then let my hands run down his abs. I want to memorize every muscle on his perfect body.

Valentino moves south, nipping and licking down my tummy, which he actually seems to like. Pulling me onto his lap and leaning me back against my chair, he spreads my legs and sinks his face between my legs.

I had been planning to kick his balls at some point, but so long as he’s being nice again, I might just let him do his thing. His finger pulses on my clit while his tongue dives inside me, and I roll my hips against him.

I feel his dick harden against my back, and it makes me even wetter as his teeth graze my pussy lips, and he eats me into a dizzying state of orgasm, until my pussy is pulsing, and I’m moaning in his arms.

He carries me into the living room and throws me down on the couch. When he climbs on top, he meets my gaze with fire in his eyes. I wind my arms around his neck. I’m dying for his kiss, but I’m not going to beg him for it. If he wants to be as cold as the Swiss Alps, then that’s his problem.

He glances down to position himself, and I moan as he slides his dick into me.

“I’m going to fuck you again and again.” He thrusts smooth and deep, rocking with rhythm that gets my heart racing and the energy building inside. “And you’re never going to forget your slave master.”

As if that were possible.

He reaches under to press my clit with his other hand, and I’m shaking, bucking against him. I lean back against the couch, feeling my world frazzle, as if it’s about to explode. I look at Valentino as he thrusts, deep and slow. My heart is pounding, and he meets my gaze, his dark eyes blazing. I won’t be falling for those eyes again. Tonight is about one thing—sex.

“Get off me,” I say quietly.

Surprise registers on Valentino’s face, and his forehead crinkles as he pauses, mid-thrust.

“You heard me,” I challenge, staring at him.

As soon as Valentino pulls out, I slide out from under him and roll on top so that I’m straddling him. I’ve never been comfortable in cowgirl, but a strange calm comes over me, a power that thrills me, drowning out my feelings and freeing me in the moment. If I can’t have him for good, I’ll have him exactly how I want him right now.

Valentino reaches up to cup one of my breasts, but I slap his hands away.

“You can look but not touch,” I taunt, glancing down at our crotches. I slide onto him, moaning as I take him deep. Wiggling a little to get comfortable, I begin to roll my hips, forwards and backwards, letting my stomach push out as I arch my back.

Valentino’s eyes are fixed on me, and now he’s looking atmeas if he’s dying, and I’m the cure. I grin, my hands on his abs in front of me as I rub my pussy against him, rolling back and forth. I pick up my pace, but the feeling isn’t building, so I pause and swivel around to reverse cowgirl. This time, I lean backwards, letting his dick fill me in a more satisfying way as I vibrate against him.

Behind me, Valentino groans, and I move faster, my boobs jiggling as I ride him. My breathing speeds up, a moan catching in my throat, and I breathe out long and slow. I’m not used to working these muscles, but I’m surprising myself at how good it feels, how I can give myself pleasure too, instead of just letting my partner fuck me. I’ll be okay without Valentino, even if I never see him again. But tonight, for the rest of the night, I’m going to fuck his selfish brains out.

16

Ava

And just like that, it’s over. I can’t really believe it, or maybe I just don’t want to. It’s noon when Valentino wires me the second $25,000. He hands me a parting gift, a small package wrapped in brown paper with a single red rose on top. The fucker didn’t even give me a rose on Valentine’s Day, but he gives me one now, when we're about to part? The mind fuckery never ends.

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