you do,” he argued, pulling his belt about. “I think that's why you wear a mask.”
Ah. He's been on to me this whole time, hasn't he?
“The mask protects me,” she explained. She bit her lip when his pants and briefs fell to the floor.
“Protects you from what?”
“People like you.”
“Didn't protect you well enough.”
“Apparently not,” she agreed, then softly gasped when he knelt on the bed.
“I paid for you, Valentine,” Ari stated, gripping tightly around her ankles. She nodded her head.
“Yes, you did. You paid a lot.”
“That means I own you,” he kept going, trailing his fingers up her legs and then down her thighs. She swallowed thickly, then nodded again.
“Yes, I think it means that, too.”
“Just wanted to make sure we were clear on that,” he said. She shuddered as his fingertips tiptoed over her pussy quickly, then moaned when three of his digits forced their way inside of her.
Ari could be gentle when he wanted to, she knew, but it wasn't his natural state of being. He was rough and aggressive and dominant. He probably tore his opponents apart in the court room, and he was no different in the bedroom. His free hand shoved her leg to the side while his other hand was busy at her center, turning her into a mass of orgasmic protoplasm.
“I love that you're always so ready and willing for me, Valentine,” he sighed her name. She rubbed her lips together.
“I love that you make me that way,” she replied.
“And just how willing are you, exactly?”
“Completely,” she panted. “Completely willing.”
His fingers were gone. By the time she opened her eyes, he was flipping her over onto her stomach. She shrieked as her wrists jerked in the cuffs, the cold metal cutting into her skin. She'd have marks tomorrow, for sure.
How exciting.
Her shriek was rewarded with a slap on the ass, then her hips were yanked into the air. The position wasn't exactly comfortable, her face pressed against the mattress, arms stretched out and raised above her head, unable to move, and her ass in the air.
She wasn't given a chance to complain or adjust, though, because Ari did exactly what he'd promised to do – he took control. At first she could only feel his hands gently smoothing over her hips, and then he was fucking her, ramming his entire hard length into her body. She screamed at the intrusion, but he didn't slow down. Just fucked her as hard as he could, holding on tight to her hips, so the strain on her arms never let up.
If he let go, even for a moment, I would collapse. My arms would pull me forward. He said he wanted control, and goddamn, he meant it.
“Oh. My. God,” she grunted in time to his thrusts. “Oh. My. God.”
“How are you so perfect?” he asked in a breathless voice. “So fucking perfect for me. Like you were fucking made for me.”
“I know,” she agreed, then she cried out as a shudder racked her body.
“So perfect and willing and mine. Mine to do whatever I want with.”
“Whatever,” she agreed, attempting to nod her head. “Whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want,” he echoed.
His thrusts slowed down, but grew in intensity. She gasped at each retreat, shrieked at each reentry. As he got slower and slower, she felt him get low over her back, his breath hot against her spine. His teeth dragged over her shoulder blade, and then he was leaning to the side, leaving her impaled on his cock.
The way she was chained to the headboard, Valentine couldn't lift her head high enough to see what he was doing, and under her arm, the blankets were blocking her vision. She heard a drawer open and shut, and then he was upright again. He kept his dick buried to the hilt inside of her, and it was making it hard for her to breathe. He was too big, too thick; just flexing her kegels around him almost had her coming. She panted into his sheets and tried to will away her orgasm.
“Please,” she whimpered through chattering teeth. “I can't take it, please fuck me.”
“Oh, I'm going to,” he chuckled darkly, and a nervous shiver shimmied down her spine.
But then he slowly pulled away from her, and slowly slid back close. She sighed at the gentle rhythm, welcoming the change, but also missing the intensity.
His hands were gripping her ass cheeks, clenching them. Kneading them. Then his fingers were at the base of her spine, massaging her. He pressed down