Valerian
She doesn’t know how to behave herself. I warned her before.
But Joy walks straight into the punishment. Every fucking time.
It’s like she wants it.
She takes one look at me and dashes through the lobby, out into the courtyard. I take my time walking down the staircase. She won’t get very far.
She’s like a fish in a tank. There’s only so many places she can hide.
And I can see everything.
“Mr. Valerian?” A potential investor tries and stops me.
I keep walking past him. “Please excuse me for a moment.”
I set my eyes on the prize out through the courtyard. I can see her running. I walk faster, taking long steps until I’m inches away.
I reach out and grab her. She gasps.
I put my hand over her mouth to silence her. And then I drag her up the staircase. Nobody notices. Most of them are drunk at this point in the night. And if they’re not, they’re probably still deep in conversation about me throwing my employee into the staircase and firing him.
I’d fire every fucking person in this room for touching what’s mine.
Including the camera crew. They’re fired. And they also just wasted a few hours of their life doing free labor for me.
I bring Joy into my room, slamming the door behind us.
“Good try.” I throw her onto my bed.
She clambers up, gasping. “I had to do something.”
“Why?” I step forward, watching her curl up on my bed.
“Isn’t it obvious? Because I don’t want to stay here anymore.”
“You’ll do as I tell you to do.” I fold my arms over my chest. “I warned you before what would happen.”
She gasps. “What is it you want? To win?” Joy sits up on the bed. She stares right into me.
People don’t look at me like she does. Everyone in the lobby takes me at face value. But Joy is searching for something else.
“You’re scared.”
I sniff a laugh. “That’s the conclusion you’re reaching?”
“And hurt,” she keeps going.
“Anything else to add to the list?”
“You’re not as powerful as everyone thinks you are.”
Interesting observation. I’ll take it. And prove her wrong when I fuck her senseless, showing her she’s wrong.
I keep the handcuffs in the drawers. They’re not going anywhere. And neither is she. But I’ll bring them out another day.
I sit on the edge of the bed, reading her.
But she’s reading me right back. “What is it you’re afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid of anything, sweetheart.”
“Bullshit,” she spits. Her eyes are foggy. She’s fighting to keep her focus on me. But it keeps slipping. “Everyone’s afraid of something.”
“And what is it you’re afraid of, printsessa?” I arch my brow. “Me?”
She sucks in a shaky breath.
I’m right. It is me.
Which is why she’s so wet.
I fucking know she is. I don’t even have to look.
But because I can do whatever the fuck I want, I grab her legs and spread them apart.
The fabric of this dress is quite tight, so I shove the skirt up to her hips.
She’s wearing white panties. And there’s a wet spot right where her entrance is.
Feeling Joy looking at me, I lift my head and return her gaze.
“How do you explain this, hm?” I stroke my finger up and down her covered pussy. “You’re scared of me. But you’re also wet. That’s pretty fucked up, Joy.”
Her silence suggests she agrees.
I stare into her eyes. Her pupils are full blown. She tries to look at me with a neutral expression. But she’s struggling. She can’t keep a straight face.
As soon as I stroke over her little clit, she folds.
She parts her lips, lines appearing between her eyebrows as she concentrates on my finger.
She shoves her pussy into me more. Starts rubbing it up against herself.
She doesn’t care if this is fucked up. She just wants me.
“I think it’s time we take these off?” I curl my finger around the hem of her panties. “Wouldn’t you agree.”
She stays silent. She doesn’t want to agree.
I narrow my eyes. Let’s see how she reacts when I remove the finger.
She whimpers straight away.
“Do you want me to touch you, Joy?”
“I-I…” Her eyes go hazy again.
And then she has the fucking audacity to touch herself the second I turn the other way.
I catch her, ripping the hand away. She had it nested between her thighs. Such a fucking minx.
Her entire panties are coated in her wetness now.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Fuck it. Just touch me. It’s what I need right now.”
I feel one side of my mouth curl into a smirk. I open her legs all the way, grab her panties and rip them from her.
That’s more like it.
Her scent fills my nostrils. Keeping the skirt lifted above her hips, I touch her. I bring my head between her thighs and swipe my tongue right over her swollen clit.
Joy buckles her hips right into me. She’s grinding on my face, using my tongue, my nose, whatever facial feature she can get hold of, to make herself come.
She’s not fucking doing that yet.
I need to be inside of her. I want to feel her walls wrap around me when I bring her to the edge.
The sound of my belt buckle rings loud into the room as I take my cock out. I shove my pants past my knees, keeping them on. Even my shoes are still on.
I don’t have any fucking time to waste. I’m painfully hard.
And I won’t last long.
I thrust right into her. She screams immediately, holding onto the insides of her thighs to keep her legs nice and lifted.
“That’s it, printsessa. Let me hear you. Be as loud as you want.”
I slam into her. Her walls are already pulsating around me. They grip my length and don’t let go.
I pull out of her and flip her onto her back.
I lift her hips, slap her pussy and dive right back in.
Joy squirms. Lots of beautiful sounds are leaving her mouth, all of them very pleasant to hear.
I slap her ass and fuck her until all I’m thinking about is her and how wet she is.
The skirts keep coming down, getting in the way. I rip the two-thousand-dollar dress from her body.
She’s completely naked underneath. That’s how I like her to be.
I smooth my hand up her soft back, getting to her hair. I twirl it around my fingers and pull, lifting her head from the pillow to increase her arch. She already has a fucking incredible one.
I slam into her once more and flip her back onto her back, where she was originally laid. Her breasts bounce from the force.
I squeeze them both, using them as momentum as I drive into her.
Joy’s cries fill my entire world as she prepares to come.
I fuck her pussy, rubbing her clit. She’s afraid of me. Probably because she saw me kill someone last night. But that hasn’t changed anything.
She’s still sopping wet for me.
I smack her tits and push all the way back inside of her.
“Fuck! Valerian!” Her fingernails dig into my shoulder blades.
I like the feeling. She needs me. She’s relying on me.
Only I can make her come like this.
“Let yourself go for me, sweetheart,” I groan. “I want to feel you come around me.”
She comes on command.
Her walls start pulsating, squeezing around my cock. I love the feeling. I could easily live here forever.
I could fuck Joy a thousand times over and never get bored.
On top of that, I’m not thinking about Igor or who he could be working with. I’m just thinking about Joy and her sweet little pussy. There are so many things I want to do to her. And not enough time to do them.
I finish deep inside of her walls.
Everything goes hazy when I pull out, like the earth has been knocked off its axis.
I zip up my pants, securing the belt.
Joy is still lying on the bed, fully naked. She doesn’t look bothered about getting up. Her face is down, pressed against the mattress. Her brown hair fans around the pillow. There are a few knots in it from when I grabbed it.
I take in her body. Fuck. I want to do unspeakable things to her.
But I also get a different kind of urge. And I’m not sure where this urge comes from.
My skin tingles at the thought of lying there beside her, bringing her into my arms as she falls asleep safely in them.
I want to protect her from Igor and these men. I want to hold her and tell her that everything will be okay.
Even though I’m the reason she isn’t.