But with Valerian, something about that feels different.Exciting.
I slip a hand under the nightgown I’m wearing. I’m not wearing any panties so it’s easy to touch myself.
I stroke my pussy. It’s warm and wet. I feel my body leak down the sides of my thighs, onto the bedsheets. Especially when I insert a finger into myself.
God, I really am wet.
But I was wet from the moment I entered this place.
Valerian’s accomplice was holding me at gunpoint, forcing me in. I was petrified. I thought he was gonna shoot. And yet I could feel myself getting turned on as I entered Valerian’s house.
Thankfully, in the red bikini, I was already wet. He wouldn’t have known any different.
But I saw the way Valerian’s eyes skimmed over my breasts.Fuck. I want to feel electricity shoot down my spine like that again. It was thrilling.
The bikini didn’t cover much. Most of my ass was on show when I entered his house. I was tempted to spin around, bend over. Let him see me.
But he doesn’t deserve to see me naked after taking away my freedom.
That being said, I can still imagine him seeing me.
I can imagine him taking off my clothes, his rough fingers working the strings of my bikini.
I return my fingers to my pussy, thinking about last night when he pinned me to the stone wall outside in the courtyard.
I imagine I’m wearing my red bikini instead. He loosens the straps. I’m standing naked in front of him, baring all, and his haunting blue eyes are travelling all over my body.
My nipples harden when he sees my breasts.
And then he gets to my pussy…
My clit starts tingling. I shut my eyes, letting my imagination run wild, pretending my fingers are his.
He locks me back into the handcuffs. Thrusts me into the stone cloister. I imagine the metal clicking as he secures me to one of the stone girders outside on the courtyard. He doesn’t want me to escape.
He lowers himself between my legs. Spreads me wide. And he starts playing with my pussy, his rough fingers working my clit. Rubbing. Flicking. I picture him bringing me right to the edge.
He uses his tongue to make me come. It’s rough, like sandpaper. But it feels so fucking good.
I rub my clit, the image growing stronger. A whimper leaves my mouth as the tension builds inside of me. I’m about to explode.
I want him to be as rough as possible.
And I want him to slide right into me and stretch my pussy out.
Do what his son couldn’t do and make me?—
A knock at the door has me sitting bolt upright in bed.
A moan escapes my lips, the entire world coming to a standstill.
I was so fucking close to?—
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“I know you can hear me, Joy.” That dark, raspy voice on the other side of the door is enough to finish me.
I gasp, slotting a finger back inside myself as Valerian continues speaking.