Remember what it felt like to wield that kind of power over him? Maybe it’ll be the same with Valentine.
I know I’m lying to myself, but hold onto this as I reach to unfasten Valentine’s pants. He grins, blowing more smoke into the air. All that’s left between us a thin bit of fabric, already stretched taught by his growing excitement.
I don’t know what to do next. Should I try to pull his pants down or reach for him through the opening in his underwear. Valentine watches me his half-grin only widening the longer I take, which I don’t see as a good sign.
He leans to one side, propping himself up by his elbow, he runs his thumb over his bottom lip as smoke wafts around him.
Just do something, Evelyn, before he takes action.
I press my lips together as I push my hand through the opening in his underwear and grab him, only to realize this is the easy part. I have to lean forward and use both my hands to wrestle him out of the same hole like it’s some kind of anaconda.
Even then, as big as he’s gotten, he barely fits through it.
I glance up at him again, inwardly praying that this is just some kind of sick game and that he’s going to tell me to stop any second.
But, of course, he does nothing of the sort.
I run my hand over his length, stopping just short of the tip as I suddenly realize that I don’t think it’s even possible for me to fit him in my mouth.
Certainly not without breaking my jaw.
“I didn’t ask for a hand job,” Valentine says, blowing another cloud of smoke in my direction and startling me out of my thoughts as I cough. My cheeks burn as I realize that I’ve been staring off in thought as my hand continued to work him. He pats his thigh. “Sit here, there’s no way you’ll be able to put it in from down there.”
I rise, my hatred for him growing with each second as I turn to sit on his leg.
“No, straddle it.”
My chest burns with disgust and anger, but again, I obey. Straddling his leg, I realize the rigid pleat down the front of his pants has nestled right between my legs. I start to lift myself up slightly to readjust my position, but Valentine’s hand stops me before I can.
I grit my teeth, but say nothing as I glare up at him. From the way the pleat now teases me with every movement, and the angry welts that sting my butt, it’s all too obvious that he’s trying to cause me as much discomfort as possible.
Valentine shakes his leg before looking at his watch.
“Come now, I haven’t got all day,” he growls, watching me squirm in discomfort.
I can feel the anger in me boiling over as I reach for him once again and pull him toward me. Closing my eyes, I drop forward toward him only to be met with a slap that nearly sends me tumbling off his leg.
I raise my hand to my stinging cheek, my eyes blurring as I try to make sense of what’s just happened.
“Try again,” Valentine orders, as if he didn’t just hit me. “This time, you’ll look me in the eye.”
Of course, I’d forgotten his stupid rule about keeping my eyes open. Such a small demand, and yet so cruel.
Humiliated and burning with hatred for the man, I glare up at him as I once again lean forward. He shifts slightly to push himself the last half an inch to meet my lips.
I should have known that he’d never give up control, even like this.
“Open,” he says, pressing himself to the line of my mouth. Begrudgingly, I force my jaw to relax and my lips to part for him. Slowly, he pushes more and more of himself into my mouth until I’ve, somehow, fit his entire head.
Valentine shifts back, almost pulling all the way out before pushing in again, this time further. He does this again, and I gag. I react to this by trying to pull away, but he grabs my head and holds me in place as my mouth and throat try to reject him.
A low rumble of pleasure rolls through him at this, even as tears of distress find their way out of the corners of my eyes.
There’s a sudden knock on the door.
“Come in,” Valentine calls.
For a second, relief washes over me at the interruption, only to be shattered to a million pieces as Valentine takes a handful of my hair and continues to work my head up and down on him even as the doors swing open and someone enters the room.