Valєríє (The Weeknd Fan-Fic)

initiation

Valerie:

You would think that my heart should numb with pain, think that my eyes will be overflowed with salty tears, think that my body will be yearning for his desire. But they simply wasn't. The thought of what I was feeling what amazing. I couldn't feel anything. I didn't feel hurt. I didn't feel any burdens. I felt empty at the thought of Abel. It's been only months, but months felt like years, trying to forget him, forget our past. It was something so short, yet so sweet. I didn't like the fact that such a short period of time affected me in such a way that people would call it obsession. But I got over it. I feel nothing but revenge and regret. Regretting the time I spent with him, wishing I never crossed paths with him, regretting that I went to New York in the first place, regretting that I didn't dare to hurt my sister in such a horrendous way when I had the chance a few years back, regretting I had a whore for a father, and a slut and druggie for a mother, regretting that I was put on this hell that they called earth. I wanted revenge for the hurt Abel caused upon me, revenge for the abuse inflicted upon me by people that were so called family. And as much as the memories hurt to flood through my mind once more, no tears fled down my cheeks as they used to. I wasn't emotional. I was strong. Numb towards some, but strong towards all. And some may think numb doesn't mean you're strong, it does to me. You stay strong, you don't care for what other has to say about you because you're your own person. You do what you gotta do. And that's what I'm doing. Staying numb to all the feeling, not giving a damn for what others gotta say.

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"Val, you okay? You zoned out." He said to me.

I nodded my head still looking out the window. I let my thoughts out, and thought of the happiness I was gonna feel in ten minutes time. I smiled at it, the fun in his happy house. I thought about the burning sensations in my nose, the feeling of his rough fingers on my skin, his lips on both my lips. The thought made my core wet, the anticipation was killing me.

I moved around, trying to not think of the feelings I was feeling, inching for him to drive faster. The car finally came to a stop, and I got out, the brisk wind hitting my face, making my lips chapped almost instantly. I quickly went inside the brown brick building, while I waiting for him to bring my stuff in as well. The condo was nicely furnished and it was all mine, thanks to him.

I went to the kitchen, seeing the cabinets were already stacked with snacks and some liquor. I smiled as I set the patron down. Hands circled my waist, making me gasp slightly. I turned around to see his dark eyes, mixed with lust and anger. He pushed me against the counter, holding my arms above my head. He roughly started to kiss my neck and chest, biting it as well making me wince in pain, but cry out in pleasure.

"I told you no more liquor unless I say so didn't I?" He said. He stopped kissing me, but he still held my arms.

"Yes, but I was stressed and ..."

"I don't care." His eyes gleamed with dominance and a smirk on his face told me he had an idea in mind. "I think maybe you need to be punished."

The words he said made me buck my knees. He raised an eyebrow at me, and let go of my arms.

"Go to the room now." He ordered.

I hesistated, a smack on my ass as the effect of it. I hurried to the room with him following behind me. I opened the door, the bed still in its made up postion. Handcuffs were cuffed to the bedpost on each four corners. On one nightstand were a variety of toys, and on the other were whips, floggers, and fabric, most likely used for blindfolds or whatever else he wants them to be. Hanged in the closet were also a variety of sexy costumes, catsuits, chokers, and leather outfits that covered everything, but the private areas. In the middle was a table large enough for me to lay on, and with enough cushion.

"Strip now." His voice hardening. It always made me wet, and this time it was doing a faboulous job.

I did as I was told. His eyes roamed my body, and he smirked. He went towards the closet and pulled out a leather catsuit. He threw it at me, and I put it on. I noticed my areas weren't covered. My pussy and breasts were exposed, the air hitting then making me moan.

"Lay down." I quickly went on the top of the bed. He spread out my legs, handcuffing my ankles to the post, and handcuffing my wrists as well. He blindfolded me, so I wouldn't see what he would do. I heard shuffling, and then the door closing.

"Javon?" No answer.

A few minutes later, the door opened and shut again. More shuffling and the smell of ... ginger?

He started to rub my breasts making me moan. That's when I felt leather hit my already hardened nipples. I jumped in pain and pleasure.

"Do not moan unless I give you permission. Understand?"

I nodded, another hit to my breast making me bite my lip.

"I want a verbal answer."

"Yes Sir."

He took off the blindfold, and there he was standing naked, with the whip and ginger in his hand. The sight of his hard dick made me more wet, and I was itching to touch myself.

"This is the second time you broke the rule sweetcheeks. ... Safe word?" He asked.

"Curtain."

He nodded and then he put a ball gag in my mouth. That's when he started to rub my clit, making me squirm. He stuck one finger in and pulled it out tasting my wetness. That's when he put the ginger root in my pussy. A few seconds later, I felt a burning sensation. The sensation felt so pleasurable, only making my pussy wetter and wetter. I moaned and squirmed, begging him to take it off. He watched me, stroking his dick. That's when he grabbed a vibrator and put it right on my clit. The ecstasy I was feeling was beyond words and the urge to cum was near.

"Don't you fucking cum Val, I'm telling you."

I held it in as much I could. He removed the ginger, the burning sensation instantly going away, but only for it to be replaced my his dick. He thrusted into me, making me arch my back. He removed the gag from my mouth, giving me permission to scream out in pleasure. I felt my body get weak, as I was reaching my high.

"Daddy ... can I?"

He nodded as approval. One last thrust and I completely lost it. I never came so hard before. He exited me, but put the vibrator on my vulnerable pussy, making me moan with all my might. He started to rub my clit faster and faster, either orgasm about to rip through me. When I did, I squirted, Javon catching my juices with his mouth. I fell limp, trying to catch my breath. Javon uncuffed me, and sat me up. He bit a part off of the catsuit, abd teared the rest off. He sucked all over my body, and his dick again found my pussy. He went in and out, and pulled out, cumming all over my face and some in my hair. I licked it off, and we were at battle with our tongues. He started to finger me, and I endured another orgasm before we both laid out on the bed.

My eyes fluttered closed, and sleep invaded my thoughts. Javon laid next to me, and the words I hoped I never had to hear again came from his mouth.

"I love you Valerie."

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