28. Daniela

TWENTY-EIGHT

Daniela

M y air is cut off and I'm dragged backwards by the belt around my neck. Landing on top of Val's thighs with a choked gasp, he straightens the end of the belt so it's running down my stomach. The tail hangs at the end of his closed fist and my legs are roughly pulled apart to rest over his knees. I've never thought about being restrained, it's amazing and I want more.

He slaps my clit with the leather as I reach behind me for his dick and I'm making noise. It's not a moan or scream, just sound. Biting my neck, he sucks the skin between his teeth and his rough voice blows across it when he lets it go.

"Time for you to become my whore."

Holy fuck, it's the best invite I've ever been given.

He roughly pushes two fingers into me, and my legs try to close as he stretches me. I'm already close after getting off on having control of him but my body isn't willing accept defeat yet. He curls his fingers up and my head falls back to rest on his shoulder.

"Arm around my neck, pick the bottle up. "

Another slap lands on my pussy as I shake my head refusing to do anything other than battle him. It's harder and the belt tugs around my neck pulling me forward.I catch myself on his forearms and my eyes focus on his tattoo for the first time. It's surrounded by different images that I've never paid attention to before. But the placement is the exact same and those are my pen strokes permanently etched into his skin.

Val chases my memories away and circles my clit with the tip of the belt.

"Now Dani, or I'll chain you up for a month and I won't let you come."

Whimpering at the thought of being denied, I move sluggishly swiping the neck of the champagne bottle and holding his neck.He lightly nips the side of my tit with his teeth as he slowly pushes a third finger into me and moves his head so he can flick my nipple with his tongue.

"Good girl, now pour."

I don't know what he wants to me with the amount of endorphins flooding my system. The leather moves up tapping against my neglected nipple as he sucks the other into his mouth and I grind down onto him.

Scraping his teeth in warning, he looks at the bottle in my hand pointedly. Why can't he just let me get away with torturing him?

I rest the lip of the bottle under my collar bone and my eyes roll back when his hand speeds up. I can feel the bubbles against my skin racing down into his mouth, but I can't do anything to function. I'm a mess of lust, desire, and need so potent it fills the atmosphere.

As soon as the liquid stops running he abruptly moves away. I moan in frustration as he pulls his fingers out of me. It's a weak pathetic sound and air brushes my chest making my eyes open.

"I need to see your face when I fuck you." Tapping the outside of my thigh with wet fingers, he orders, "Up and turn."

Scrambling off his lap, I do as he says dropping the empty bottle so fast it shatters. His reflexes are fast, holding my hips as he pushes the chair back so we're away from the shards.

I don't give a fuck about that and straddle his thighs lining him up and pushing down before my feet are back on the floor. He grabs the belt pulling me closer as I scream, and the rough rumble brushes my lips. " Still hate me?" Nodding my head like a bobble head, I wrap my arms around his neck and seal our lips together.

Hate is amazing. If that's what this is I'll never stop hating him. Keeping my face where he wants me, he holds my hip so hard I'm going to have the most perfect bruises by the time I come. Our tongues battle, teeth clinking, as we try to destroy each other with our mouths in a different way than arguing.

He's amazing and horrible at the same time. The perfect contradiction of beautifully cruel and pleasured torture. Scraping my nails across his neck, I lift up until there's just the tip of his dick left in and clench around him. My lips lift as my foot kicks out hitting the hydraulic lever causing me to bounce on his dick so hard we both groan, robbing air from the others lungs. I do it again making Val fuck me slowly and he strokes up my back until he reaches my hair.

Wrapping it around his fist, he pulls my head back and there's more meaning to the deep words.

"You're fucking killing me, Dani mine."

This can't turn into emotion. We won't survive and I wound his ego to chase it away.

"Dirty Valentin needs me to show him how to fuck?"

I don't get the full impact when I kick the pump again. He stands and supports my body with the belt and my hair.I swing like a pendulum from the force of his thrusts. He walks me towards my work bench where my old brushes are laid out. Val swipes them onto the ground. He's fucking me hard enough that I'll feel it all week, but my stupid heart softens noticing that he stepped further away from the partial designs and things I actually care about. Stupid dumb asshole, he doesn't get to be nice.

He hisses as I dig my nails into his neck and shoulders hard enough to draw blood and drops the leather to hold my hips.

"Leg up on my shoulder."

There's no break in his movements to allow me to move and I lay back contorting my limb to do as he says. Bringing my other foot up so it's resting on the edge, he holds my knees and grinds into me.

The dark stare warms my body, and his claim warms my chest.

"You are mine, now fucking come. "

Clenching every muscle and issuing threats to my own body so it doesn't listen, I hold the tail of the belt so he can't take it from me. My voice betraying me,

"Make me, you lazy fuck." I lightly tap my fingertips on his cheek refusing to do what he says, and he pauses.

The bastard smirks and returns the sting against the side of my tit with the tips of his fingers.Hooking his middle finger under the collar he's made, he pulls me up. It's harder to hold back my release with his eyes staring at me and getting lightheaded from the belt. If I'm going down so is he. Wrapping the rest of the belt around his neck, I hold it closed in my fist.

His voice is deeper as he leans into me. "Choke me, rodnaya , you own my fucking air anyway."

Holding his cheeks until he opens his mouth, I spit up so he can't say anything else.

Ruin my body for anyone else and I'll survive. But I won't survive Valentin being his own brand of sweet. We both tighten our hold, and he fists my hair dragging my head back applying more pressure to the sides of my neck.

My legs shake from how hard I'm trying to hold back. The dark laugh blowing across my skin is annoying as fuck and I move my fist closer to his throat to cut it off. It doesn't work and he changes the angle of his hips making me combust.

"Fuck! Val! I can't!"

My arms go limp, but he doesn't stop and the tight ball of lust that has been building explodes, shattering me in pieces.

He doesn't let me recover and tilts the world until I'm pressed against the table. Gently turning the collar around my neck so the belt goes down my spine he pulls my wrists together binding them with the end of the belt. Smoothing a hand over the curve of my ass, he kneads my flesh and tries talking to a person who's not coherent.

"Only one hole left then you're fully mine."

His dick is in proportion with the rest of his body, huge, and I clench.Soft lips press against my ass cheek moving up my back. Val's tattooed hand comes into view, and he picks up a thin paint brush making me rush out, "You're not sticking that up my ass. "

I don't give a fuck if my language isn't sexy and that I sound dopey still coming down from the most amazing high of my life. Pushing my ass cheeks apart, he tries to hide laugh in his speech.

"I've got to get your tight hole ready to take me, rodnaya ."

Moving his thumbs down he pulls my lips apart and sucks in a breathe.

The low awe filled tone has me relaxing. "Your greedy little cunt is all swollen, don't worry baby. I'll fill you back up." I only meet air as I push my ass back chasing the promise and whimper at being denied. "After I paint your ass red for trying to leave me."

The air whistles and the sting lands in a thin stripe. There's no pattern to his movements and his interrogation comes with my own countering each question between moans, screams, and the most amazing pain.

"Are you going to leave me again?"

"Are you going to fuck me?"

"Who do you belong to?"

"Myself."

"Tell me you're mine."

"Don't want to lie."

There's more force in the final strike and my back bows on a scream. The paintbrush is dropped onto the table, and he palms my stinging ass with both hands as he flattens over me and kisses below my ear.

"Where's your camera baby?"

How does he know I have it? His forehead brushes the side of my head, and he speaks so gently it almost makes it innocent.

"You always record yourself working, let me show you how a true masterpiece is made."

He doesn't get to say things like that, and my stupid heart officially signs itself over to him as I weakly answer, "Under the table."

His lips are soft against my cheek as he presses his praise into me.

"Good girl, don't move baby."

The instruction is useless when I'm not capable of moving even if I wanted to. His warmth leaves my back, and he takes my camera out setting up the tripod so it's above me. I'm lifted from the edge of the table, and he pushes everything off it to lay me down. My wrists are still tied behind my back, and it pushes my chest up. Val stretches his hand out against my sternum as he widens my legs, so they're dropped over each edge of the work bench. A moan gets trapped in my chest as he lazily massages up my chest and lifts a bottle of isopropyl alcohol that I use to clean my brushes.

I have no idea what he's planning, and he looks down at me as he hits the switch for the camera to start recording. His voice is slow and dangerous.

"Can you stay still?"

My brain is broken, there's no other explanation for why I'm not running and freeze in place. I'm not afraid as he leans down pressing a sweet kiss to my lips.

"You belong to me, and now you'll never forget."

He straightens and uncaps the alcohol. The cool liquid is slowly poured on my stomach in two crossing lines making a V. It runs down racing towards my hips and I don't notice the zippo in his hand until it's too late. The alcohol ignites and the flames dance above my skin spreading warmth through me. It doesn't burn my skin as Val quickly extinguishes it as the alcohol is burnt off.

A breathless laugh leaves me. I don't know if the fumes have intoxicated me or the act itself because I feel alive. It's the rollercoaster all over again and he stares down at me with pride. He cleans the residue off my skin and kisses my cheek.

"Little more baby, you're going to go up in flames, but I'll never let you burn."

There's a light pink mark on my stomach in the shape of a V and he traces each line with reverence before wrapping his lips around my nipple and covering it in his spit.

My back arches further, pushing into him more as he runs the flat of his tongue over the sensitive pebbled peak. He doesn't give me more and moves back to pour more alcohol over my chest. In his own twisted way, he's protecting me by adding an extra barrier to my skin. I know what to expect this time and hold my breath, it doesn't fully take away the risk of being burnt but that's what Valentin is – playing with fire and being mesmerized by the flames dancing.

A deep long moan pushes out of my body as warmth wraps around my tit. The flames are close to my jaw and the air moves in waves as his eyes light up, watching the fire on my body.

"Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful."

He doesn't allow it to burn me and smothers the flame with a wet rag as he kisses me with so much emotion it dazes me. He turns me so I'm bent over the table again, and the edge of the camera hits the side of his head. He doesn't knock it away and takes it off the tripod to sit beside us on the table.

He grabs the belt resting against my spine and pushes into me in one brutal thrust. My head falls back against his chest, and he begs against my shoulder.

"Lie to me, tell me you're mine."

I push my hips down chasing more and my moan makes me an even bigger liar.

"I'm yours!"

It turns into a scream as he slaps my ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

His fingers thread through my hair at the root and he pulls my head back slamming into me, getting progressively harder with each thrust.

"Touch anyone else and I'll fucking kill them."

I'm fucked in the head because I like the cavemen psychotic behavior that should definitely make me run. I'm a jealous person, I wasn't in my younger years, but I've grown into it so spit back,

"If you touch anyone I'll kill you ."

The weird fuck smiles against my shoulder and kisses my neck with the curve still on his lips.

Pulling me up so I'm standing, I step up onto the legs of the table to get the full effect of his dick with our height difference. Pride wraps it's arms around me and Valentin hugs me to him as he kisses up my neck and breathes out without any deceit.

"I'll do it myself, I'm yours, Dani mine."

He stops me asking why the fuck he's ruining everything and pushes my anger down my throat with his tongue.

My climax builds stealing my energy and I fall forward. His body follows mine until my cheek is pressed against the table and he peppers my cheek in kisses. His hips are still brutal, but his lips are so soft. He keeps chanting his claim on me.

"You're mine."

It's annoying, crueler than anything he's ever done before.

"No one else's. "

But it adds to my euphoria, and I let myself have the lie again.

"My sweet Dani."

Every muscle seizes from the force of my climax. I push my fingers into his abs to hold on to the false world we've created, and he thrusts into me in slow hard strokes.

"My." Thrust. "Beautiful." Thrust. "Fucking." Thrust. "Wife!"

He ends on a roar turning rigid and filling me. He collapses over me and mistakes my racing heart being due to what we've just done, not what he said. Stupid prick, he always has to ruin everything. Crush people with his stupid mouth.