He inserts his head between my legs, pressing his face up right against my covered pussy, moaning. “There’s the smell I know and love. Remember when you denied being wet for me?” He catches my eyes. “I don’t see you denying anything now.”
Valerian reappears from my legs. He rips my pants and panties off in one fluid motion, tossing both out into the room.
“Let me take a look at you.” He pries open my legs, air rushing to my pussy, adrenaline with it as his blue eyes stare at my most vulnerable area.
I only gave birth last month. I’m not looking the same as I used to down there.
But the fire burning in Valerian’s eyes tells me he doesn’t give a fuck about that.
He runs his finger over my shaved pussy, finding my clit.
I moan, pressing my hips forward, grinding on the finger, since that’s all he’s giving me.
Valerian flashes me a smug smile and removes the finger, quickly sucking off the excess before moving onto his next phase…however many there are.
“You taste even sweeter than I remember,lapochka,”he groans, returning to the chest of drawers to pull out another piece of equipment.
I frown, excitement threading through me as I work out how he intends to use this. It’s some kind of pole, no longer than the width of his hand…
Until he extends the device, holding it out for me in demonstration.
“What’s…?” I choke on my words, the arousal taking away my ability to speak.
“This contraption is for your legs, sweetheart, to keep them nice and wide for me.” A gentler expression falls over his face. “Are you okay with this?”
I laugh, confused as to why he’s even asking for my permission. He can do anything to me. Permission isn’t required. In fact, I quite enjoy the spontaneity that comes without it.
“Joy?” His voice drops an octave.
“My body is yours to use.”
Valerian studies me for another beat before grabbing hold of my legs, setting them shoulder width apart. He loops two bands around each of my ankles, which attach to the pole.
Valerian catches my eye, darkness clouding his features, and extends the pole, my legs moving further apart. Cold air rushes to my pussy as he continues lengthening the pole, raising my legs until the soles of my feet are facing the ceiling.
“You look good wearing my equipment,printsessa,”he purrs, holding the pole up.
My clit burns, wetness leaking down the insides of my thighs.
I struggle against the chains, my hands still locked over my head, all limbs completely out of use.
I can’t even clench my thighs together and relieve some of the pain.
Valerian knows exactly what he’s doing, one corner of his mouth curling into a mischievous smirk as he takes in my form.
“What now?” I pant.
“Now,” begins Valerian, keeping the pole raised as he sits on the bed, “your body belongs to me.”
He drives the pole over to the headboard and attaches it to some sort of hook there. It’s hard to know what he’s doing exactly. My ass is high in the air, my face pressed to my chest. I’m in a child’s pose position.
Valerian secures the pole and rises from the bed, admiring me. I gasp at how exposed I am.
But that just makes me want him more. My heart is beating a rhythm I can’t keep up with, my pussy on fire.
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.