Burning Obedience: Funny Valentine x Reader

Private Dinner pt. 2

With a surge of determination, the President's lips pressed against yours as a magnetic pull drew you together, a gravitational force too strong to resist.

His touch was both gentle and possessive, his lips molding perfectly against yours as if they were always meant to be intertwined. The boundaries between you blurred, and the line between reality and fantasy became indistinguishable.

The room seemed to spin around you, a haze of champagne and fine wine adding to the dizzying effect.

It was a moment of surrender, where you willingly abandoned yourself to the intoxicating allure of love, risking everything for a chance at a future filled with passion and longing together with the President.

The champagne had cast its spell upon you, making every sensation feel heightened and surreal. In the grandeur of the private dining room, with its opulent decor and shimmering candlelight, you were left starstruck by the magical and grandiose allure that surrounded you.

With a dazed smile playing upon your lips, you whispered: "Is this real?"

President Valentine's eyes, still ablaze with desire, cradled you with a tenderness that dissolved any lingering doubts.

"As real as the beating of our hearts, my dear," he replied, his voice a gentle caress that resonated within your very core.

You felt Mr. Valentine's hands traveling down as he started to undo your lace bodice.

''Mr. Valentine, please wait...'' you pleaded, but before you could say any more, Mr. Valentine pressed his gloved index finger firmly on your lips as you heard a soft ''shhh''.

Your breathing became heavier as your breasts slowly came into view and the material parted, your bare body becoming more visible as the laced material that covered your breasts spilled to the ground.

''Hmmm, that's a sight to see,'' hummed Mr. Valentine softly as he started to massage your breasts, slowly peppering them with kisses.

You compulsively squirmed and let out a soft moan. Though you meekly attempted to resist his advances, the starstruck look in your eyes betrayed the truth that Mr. Valentine sought. It was a fleeting resistance, easily overridden as he felt his control over your body strengthen with each passing second.

Then, with a swift and commanding motion, President Valentine swept all the dishes and cutlery from the table, creating an expanse of empty space before him. The clatter of porcelain and silver echoed through the room, a symphony of anticipation that matched the racing tempo of their hearts.

As the remnants of the sumptuous meal were cleared away, he made a deliberate gesture, inviting you to take your place in the newly formed void.

The table, once adorned with fine china and exquisite cuisine, was now a blank canvas awaiting the masterpiece that would unfold between them as Mr. Valentine lifted you up with effortless strength and gently placed you on the table, positioning you exactly as he desired.

President Valentine held the opulent bottle of champagne in his firm grip, his fingers caressing the smooth glass with calculated precision as he presented the bottle to you as you sat perched up on the table, an offering of lavish temptation.

His voice, laced with a subtle authority, resonated in your ears.

"Take a sip, my dear," he murmured, his words dripping with anticipation. "Indulge in the exquisite pleasure that awaits."

Your heart raced as you reached out to grasp the bottle, but before your fingers could touch it, his hand tightened around it, his grip unyielding.

A thrill of uncertainty coursed through you, the boundaries of control blurring between you.