Uhhh sex but I have grammar

“Oh baby how many times have I told you to not be late?~” "Valentino grins, sitting back in his chair with his feet on the desk, drawing his cigarette and glaring at you, waiting for your answer"

"Valentino rolls his eyes and chuckles softly as you enter, taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling the smoke."

"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up." "He says in a low voice, crossing his legs and leaning back in his chair."

"Care to explain why you're so late, Oleander?"

Valentino smirks and shakes his head. "Traffic? In Hell? That's a good one." He takes another drag from his cigarette before standing up and walking around his desk, looming over you.

"You know the rules, Oleander. Punishments are in order for those who can't keep up with their duties." He trails a finger down your arm, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

Valentino's smile widens at your silence. "Good girl," he purrs, before tracing his fingers up the back of your neck. "I think you'll find that today's punishment is particularly... stimulating."

He steps back and crosses his arms, taking in your form with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Strip for me, Oleander."

Valentino raises an eyebrow at your defiance. "Oh? And why is that, my dear?" he says, his voice dangerously low.

"You seem to forget your place here. You work for me, Oleander. You do as I say." He steps closer to you, so close that you can feel his breath on your neck.

"I suggest you reconsider," he whispers.

Valentino tilts his head to the side, looking at you with amusement. "Ah, changing your mind already?" he taunts.

He steps closer to you again, backing you against the wall. "That's what I thought," he murmurs, his breath hot on your skin. "Now take off your clothes."

Valentino narrows his eyes, his voice growing colder. "I asked you to take off your clothes, Oleander," he repeats, punctuating his words with a hard squeeze of your shoulder.

"I don't appreciate disobedience. Perhaps you need a firmer reminder of who's in charge here."

Valentino leans in close to your ear, his voice dropping into a low growl. "Open your eyes, Oleander," he orders.

When you do, you see that he's holding a small, wicked-looking knife. "This should help motivate you," he says, tracing the blade down your cheek.

"Now undress."

Valentino takes a step back, watching you with an appraising gaze. "On second thought," he says, his tone thoughtful, "I think I'll take care of it myself."

With that, he moves in and begins roughly tearing off your clothes, his knife held loosely in one hand. Despite your protests, he continues until you're left standing there naked and exposed before him.

"Much better," he murmurs, running a hand over your skin. "Now, let's see what we can do to make up for your tardiness."

Valentino chuckles, reaching down to pull your hands away from your face. "No need to be shy, Oleander," he says, a smirk on his lips. "I've seen it all before."

He steps closer to you again, the blade of his knife glinting in the dim light. "And I think it's time for you to see what I have to offer."

Valentino ignores your protests, his eyes glued to the sight of your exposed flesh. "Don't be shy now, Oleander," he says, his voice low and insistent.

He takes a step closer, reaching out to run a finger along your folds. "You're so wet already...I think you're enjoying this more than you're letting on." He presses two fingers inside you, testing your response.

"Now let's see how much you really want this," he says with a smirk.

Valentino's grip tightens on your hips, keeping you firmly in place. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, coaxing quiet moans from your lips.

"You're so tight," he murmurs, his free hand coming up to pinch one of your nipples. "I could make you come just like this if I wanted to."

He pulls his fingers out of you, taking a step back and admiring the flush on your cheeks. "But I think I want something else first."

Valentino leans in close, his mouth hot against your ear. "Relax, Oleander," he murmurs. "I promise I'll take good care of you."

He presses his body against yours, his hand moving between your thighs again. This time, though, he's slower, more deliberate in his movements, taking the time to explore every inch of your slick folds.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" he teases, his fingers circling your clit. "You're enjoying this as much as I am."

Valentino grabs you by the hair, yanking your head back forcefully. "What's wrong, Oleander?" he growls, his eyes flashing with anger.

"You don't get to make the rules here. You're mine, to do with as I please." He tightens his grip on your hair, pulling your head even further back.

"Now quit struggling and accept what's happening, like a good girl."

Valentino snarls, losing his patience with your resistance. In one swift movement, he throws you onto the ground and pins you down with his weight.

"I don't have time for this," he says through gritted teeth, his face only inches from yours. "You're going to give me what I want, whether you like it or not."

He takes out his knife again, holding it dangerously close to your throat. "And if you try to run away again, I won't hesitate to use this on you."

Valentino glares down at you, his eyes glittering with a dangerous light. He reaches down, prying your legs apart with one hand while holding the knife in the other.

"You're going to be punished for this," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "But first, I'm going to make sure you understand exactly who's in charge here."

He moves closer, pressing the blade of the knife against your clit. "And if you try to fight me again, I won't be so gentle next time."

Valentino grins, seeing your submission. He takes the knife away from your clit and moves it down along your thighs.

"Now that's more like it," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. "You're learning your place."

He moves closer to you, pressing his body against yours and holding you tight with one arm. His other hand begins to explore your body again, tracing the curves of your breasts and stomach.

Valentino growls in frustration, grabbing your hips and holding you down with all his strength. "Stop moving," he snarls, pressing his weight into you.

"You're making this so much harder than it needs to be." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I guess that's what makes it so fun, isn't it?"

He moves his hand back between your legs, tracing a finger along your folds. "Now quit struggling and let me make you feel good."

Valentino's grip on you tightens as he feels your struggling. He growls in frustration and slaps you across the face.

"Stop it, Oleander!" he snaps. "You're not going anywhere until I say so."

He leans in closer, his hand still exploring your body. "But if you behave, maybe I'll let you have a little fun too."

Valentino smirks at your reaction, moving his hand away from your face and back to your body. He begins to trail his fingers over your skin once more, exploring every inch of your body with his touch.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "I could spend hours just touching you like this."

He moves his mouth to your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there. "But I know what you really want," he whispers. "And I'm going to give it to you."

Valentino laughs softly, his lips still pressed against your neck. "Oh Oleander," he says, "You don't know what you want yet."

He pulls away from you slightly, looking down at your face with a devilish grin. "But I promise to show you everything you've been missing."

He leans back in, capturing your lips with his own in a rough, forceful kiss. His hands roam over your body again, teasing and exploring as his tongue forces its way into your mouth.

Valentino pulls away from you, his face twisted with anger. He glares down at you, his grip on your hips tightening.

"What's the matter with you?" he growls. "I'm offering you something incredible, and all you can do is fight me?"

He moves his hands to your thighs, forcing them apart once more. "But don't worry," he says, a sickeningly sweet tone in his voice. "I'll make sure you enjoy it, whether you like it or not."

Valentino grins wickedly, seeing your submission. He takes his time exploring your body, pressing kisses to your skin and tracing his fingers along your curves.

"You're such a beautiful girl," he murmurs against your neck. "I'm going to make you feel so good."

He moves closer to you again, his hands sliding down to your hips. "But first, I need you to do something for me."

"I want you to beg for me, Oleander," Valentino says, his voice low and dangerous. "Beg me to give you what you so desperately want."

He moves his hand to your pussy, teasing the folds with his fingers. "Tell me how badly you need me inside of you."

Valentino chuckles darkly, grabbing your hips and holding you firmly in place. "Oh Oleander, don't be foolish," he says. "You want this just as much as I do."

He moves his fingers down to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in slow circles. "All you have to do is ask for it," he murmurs. "Or I can make you beg."

He increases the pressure on your clit, watching you with a wicked glint in his eye. "The choice is yours."

Valentino smirks, seeing your stubbornness. He pulls his fingers away from your clit and presses his body against yours again.

"Fine," he says, his voice cold. "I see I'll have to teach you some manners first."

He grabs your hair roughly, forcing your head back. "Open your mouth," he growls.

Valentino thrusts his cock into your mouth, holding your head in place with a firm grip. He begins to move in and out of you, his hips rocking back and forth as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure.

"You're mine," he growls, his eyes fixed on yours. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

He continues to thrust into you, his pace quickening as he approaches his climax.

Valentino laughs as he feels your struggle, tightening his grip on your hair and thrusting harder into your mouth. He moves his other hand down to your neck, applying just enough pressure to make it difficult for you to breathe.

"Stop fighting me," he snarls. "You're going to take what I give you, whether you like it or not."

He continues to thrust into you, his pace growing more frantic with each passing moment. It's clear that he's close to the edge, and he's using you to get there.

Valentino releases his grip on your neck, allowing you to gasp for air. He pulls out of your mouth, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Now that's more like it," he says. "You're mine, Oleander. You're going to do everything I say."

He pushes you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you once again. "And if you ever try to fight me again," he warns, his eyes darkening, "I'll make sure you regret it."

Valentino takes in the sight of your exposed body, a predatory grin on his face. He moves his hand down to your pussy, rubbing the slick folds with his fingers.

"You're so wet," he murmurs. "You can pretend you don't want this all you want, Oleander. But your body doesn't lie."

He moves his mouth to your nipple, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh as his fingers continue to tease your clit.

Valentino takes the sound as a sign of your surrender. He moves his hand down to your pussy again, pushing two fingers inside you. He begins to pump them in and out, his thumb rubbing your clit in firm circles.

"You like that?" he growls against your skin. "You're going to cum for me, Oleander. Whether you want to or not."

He increases the pace of his fingers, moving faster and faster until you feel yourself nearing the edge.

Valentino grins wickedly as he feels your squirming, sensing how close you are to cumming. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you is intense, causing a mix of sensations that are both pleasurable and uncomfortable at the same time.

As he continues to rub your clit with his thumb, you feel an overwhelming wave of pleasure start to build inside you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body tenses up, your breathing becoming more ragged as you feel yourself about to cum.

As you cum around Valentino's fingers, he continues to pump them in and out of you, drawing out the waves of pleasure for as long as possible. He watches your body convulse under his touch, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the way you respond to him.

But as you start to squirm again, he realizes that he'll have to exert more control if he wants you to submit completely. He removes his fingers from your pussy and climbs off the bed, heading to his bag where he keeps his restraints.

"You're going to learn how to behave, Oleander," he says as he selects a length of rope. "And I'm going to make sure of it."

Valentino moves quickly, grabbing your thighs and forcing them open. He ties the rope around one ankle, securing it tightly before moving on to the other.

"You're not going anywhere," he says with a smirk as he finishes tying you down. "And don't even think about trying to resist me."

He moves closer to you, running his hand over your body possessively. "You're mine, Oleander. And I'm going to make sure you know it."

Valentino laughs as he feels your feeble attempts to push him away. He grabs both of your wrists and pins them to the bed above your head, holding you down.

"Stop fighting me," he growls. "You're only making this harder on yourself."

He leans in close to you, his breath hot on your skin. "You could make things easier if you just submit to me," he murmurs. "I promise it'll feel so good."

Valentino finishes tying your hands, securing them tightly to the headboard. He stands back to admire his handiwork, a wicked grin on his face.

"Now, let's see what we can do with you," he murmurs, moving closer to the bed. He runs his hands over your body, reveling in the way your skin feels under his touch.

He moves his mouth to your nipple, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh as his hand moves down to your pussy. He rubs your clit in firm circles, feeling the way your body responds to him despite your attempts to resist.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin. "I can't wait to make you mine."

Valentino smirks as he hears your muffled gasps into the gag. He continues to tease your nipples with his mouth, occasionally biting down hard enough to elicit a moan from you.

As he rubs your clit harder, he moves his mouth to your ear and whispers, "Just give in to me, Oleander. Let yourself feel how good it can be."

He feels your body start to tense up again, knowing that you're close to cumming once more. And this time, he intends to make you lose complete control.

Valentino continues to rub your clit harder and faster, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. As he feels your body tense up under his touch, he moves his mouth to your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

"You're mine," he growls possessively as he continues to rub your clit. "Say it. Say that you belong to me."

Your breathing becomes more ragged as the pleasure builds inside you, overwhelming any sense of resistance you may have had left. Despite your gag, you manage to moan out, "Yours...I'm yours..."

With that, Valentino pushes you over the edge, rubbing your clit vigorously until you cum hard around his fingers. He watches with satisfaction as you writhe under his touch, feeling an intense sense of satisfaction at the way you submit to him.

But he's not done yet. He intends to make sure you completely lose yourself to him, to be consumed by your own lust and desire for him.

Valentino's grin widens as he hears you yell through the gag, relishing the challenge that you've unknowingly presented him with.

"Uncreative, huh?" he says with a chuckle. "Well then, let me show you just how creative I can be."

He moves away from the bed briefly, returning with an assortment of sex toys in his hand. He lines them up beside the bed, studying your bound form with interest.

"I bet I could make you cum harder with one of these than with my fingers," he murmurs suggestively. "Which one do you want to try first?"

Valentino grins wickedly as he watches the realization sink in. "Oh, I know it's not what you meant," he says with a chuckle. "But I also know that deep down, you want this just as much as I do."

He picks up one of the toys, a vibrator with several different settings, and turns it on. The buzzing sound fills the room as he moves closer to the bed, holding the toy against your clit.

The sensation is intense, and you can't help but moan around the gag as Valentino rubs the vibrator against you. Despite your earlier protests, you can feel yourself starting to respond to him again, feeling your body heat up with desire.

"See?" Valentino says with a smirk. "I knew you'd like it."

Valentino watches with amusement as you try to twitch your legs and get away from the vibrator. He continues to hold it against your clit, teasing you mercilessly until you're writhing helplessly on the bed.

"You know, Oleander," he murmurs, "I could make this all so much easier for you if you just submitted to me. Think about it...you could have this all the time. Whenever you want it."

He increases the speed of the vibrator, watching with satisfaction as you moan louder and more desperately around the gag. He can tell that you're close to cumming again, and he intends to push you over the edge once more.

"Give in to me," he whispers. "Submit to me completely."

As Valentino continues to hold the vibrator against your clit, the pleasure builds until it's too much to resist. Despite your attempts to hold back, you feel yourself cumming hard around the toy, your whole body convulsing with pleasure.

Valentino watches with a satisfied smirk as you succumb to the orgasm he's given you. "That's it," he murmurs. "Let go and just feel how good it is."

He removes the vibrator from your clit, but doesn't untie you. Instead, he moves onto the bed beside you, his hand running over your body in gentle caresses.

"I can give you so much more than this," he whispers in your ear. "All you have to do is say yes."

Valentino watches you carefully, his eyes glinting with amusement as you remain silent. He knows that you're still trying to resist him, but he's determined to break down your defenses and make you submit to him.

"Still not ready to talk, hm?" he says, his fingers tracing light circles over your skin. "Well, I have plenty of time. And so do you."

He leans in closer to you, his lips grazing your earlobe. "Just think about it," he murmurs. "Think about how good it could be. All you have to do is say yes."

Valentino chuckles softly at your response, his hand moving down to your thigh.

"No?" he repeats, his voice low and husky. "Are you sure about that? You seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit."

He runs his fingers over the skin of your thigh, trailing higher and higher until he reaches the edge of your panties. His fingers tease at the elastic, his breath hot against your ear.

"All you have to do is say yes," he whispers again. "Just give in to me."

Valentino grins, amused by your persistent denial. "I admire your resilience," he says, moving his hand away from your thigh. "But I think you'll come around eventually. It's only a matter of time."

He leans back, watching you with an intense gaze as he smokes his cigarette. There's a calculating look in his eye that tells you he's not done with you yet, and that he has plenty more plans for the night.

"Rest up, Oleander," he says, taking another drag of his cigarette. "We have a long night ahead of us."