30. Joy #4
This is the side of Valerian my body has been craving the most.
I never realized how boring my life was until Valerian forced me into marriage and fucked me. Suddenly, the air tasted sweet. I was walking around his estate seeing color for the first time.
Valerian sits on the bed. He butters me in my own wetness, catching my clit.
I moan, my entire body spasming, the chains clanging against the headboard.
“Please, I need you to—”
Valerian silences me, placing his hand over my mouth. “Patience is virtue, sweetheart. I’m not finished admiring my artwork just yet.”
He sits between my legs, which are pinned back over my head, and continues running his finger through my folds. Electricity fizzles to my core, conscious draining from my body every time he catches my clit.
He inserts some fingers into me, pumping them in and out.
Finally, we’re getting somewhere.
Grinding on his hand is a struggle when my ass is high in the air, my body folded in half, but I try my best.
Valerian slides the fingers in and out, arching them each time they’re all the way inside. I angle my hips, receiving the fingers, trying not to cum too soon.
“There’s no way you’re lasting this long.” I lift my chin, glancing in the direction of his crotch. It’s late morning, the sun streaming in through the window. I can see everything, the hard bulge in his pants, and my own wetness dripping from Valerian’s fingers when he removes them from my pussy.
“Lick it off,” he instructs, holding the three fingers out for me.
I take them into my mouth, sucking them clean, tasting my own arousal. He really knows how to torture. But I have the rest of my life to enact my revenge.
I open my eyes, hearing a jingling sound as Valerian removes his belt. He takes himself out of his pants, shoving them down to his knees.
His cock springs out. The vein running down the length of his shaft is strained. He must be in a lot of pain after denying himself pleasure for this long.
My breath hitches as he lines his cock up with my pussy, circling my clit with his tip.
I groan, bucking my hips, rubbing myself desperately against his cock.
“You’re slipping and sliding everywhere, sweetheart,” purrs Valerian, watching between my legs. “You’ll have no problem taking me in.”
“Then fuck me,” I pant, “instead of talking about doing it. We both know you’re not a big talker. Do what you do best—stop talking.”
“My vocabulary is broad around you, sweetheart. There are not enough words in the dictionary to describe the way you make me feel when your pussy is dripping wet for me.” Valerian teases his cock around my entrance.
“I love sticking my cock in slowly.” He starts nudging me open with the tip. “Seeing your pussy open like a flower.”
Moans escape my lips as his inches start filling me.
“Watching my cock disappear inside of you…”
He pushes himself deep until he’s all the way inside.
I groan, accommodating his length. It’s been a while since we last did this and I’ve given birth in that time.
Not like I’d be able to tell. Valerian eradicates all other senses, allowing me to only feel one.
Pleasure. And after ten months apart, I feel like I’m on steroids, hypersensitive to every sensation, every stroke as he withdraws and pushes back in.
I dig my fingernails into Valerian’s shoulder blades as he rides me, holding himself up over me.
I shut my eyes and see color, shades I’ve never seen before bursting behind my eyes.
Conscious slips away. Valerian brings me into that other place with each thrust, the place meant for just the two of us. The one I always fall into when the pleasure coils inside of me, becoming too much.
The sound of our skin slapping fills the bedroom along with Valerian’s intermittent grunts. He slides his hands under my body, pressing our chests together, taking me deeper.
My spirit leaves my body, settling into that other place as the pleasure builds low in my stomach.
I grapple with Valerian’s shoulder blades, holding on for dear life as the orgasm rips me in half, sprinkling pleasure throughout my body. Bolts of electricity spark all of my nerve endings, sending me into a state of euphoria where I can feel every last drop of pleasure.
I ride out the waves as Valerian continues moving inside of me.
He drives inside one more time, emptying himself deep into my body, grunting, gasping, making all of my favorite sounds.
My heart beats like a drum, holding onto the memory even though it’s passed—something my body tends to do around him to make the pleasure last longer.
But I don’t need to hold onto anything or slow down the present moment to stretch out time. I have all of it in the world with Valerian at my side.
“You know I’ll get my revenge on you, right?” I snort, turning my head to look at him.
Valerian lies on his back beside me, his chest muscles contracting as he recovers. A smirk crawls onto his face. “We’ll see.”
“You had me believe you were dead for four days.”
“And now you know how you really feel about me.” He winks. “You’re welcome.”