Chapter song: Acquainted by The Weeknd

(Val's pov)

-9am-

Justin and I are in our own private jet while his friends are in another one. Justin's got some severe problems. I mean, he gets so frustrated about stupid things. It's a little shocking.

"Babe, I don't appreciate how you were talking to my friends."

We're not supposed to be standing during the flight, but Justin has me against the wall. He's talking about how I asked his friends they could see through my shirt.

"What? I was just wondering if my shirt was see through."

I swear, he's so easy to piss off. I can drop a napkin at the dinner table and he'd explode with anger.

"That's only for me to know."

His eyes tell me that he's upset. My eyes tell him that I don't give a shit.

"It's my body. I can do what I want."

As usual, I bring out my stubborn side.

"Yea? Well, you're mine, and I can-"

Justin stops in mid-sentence and realizes his words. Is he seriously going to claim me? After all I've been through?

Suddenly, all the memories from the past few nights hit me, and I sit down to regret ever coming with him.

"Valerie."

Justin barely touches my arm, and I jerk away.

"I'm sorry. Val, don't be mad at me. I didn't mean it like that."

His voice sounds frustrated and worried, his eyes fill with guilt.

"How did you mean it then?"

I mutter, feeling the need to cry.

"I don't know. I was just...I was calling you mine, as in, you're my baby. Val, I'd never treat you like property. Can't you see that I didn't mean it like that?"

Justin explains, and I eventually understand him. I guess I can see his point. He means it in a lovey-dovey kind of way.

"Can you help me feel better?"

Showing him what I want, I bite my lip.

"I'm the only one who can, right?"

Justin then takes off his shirt with his eyebrows raised in a very sexual manner.

"Yes."

I can't help but smile and unzip my shorts. Justin kisses me while hovering over me. Our clothes are gradually shed until it's just skin.

"Damn, you're so beautiful."

His lips kiss my neck as his hands touch me, everywhere. He's such a turn on, and I feel myself getting wet.

"Touch me...daddy."

I don't know how that word slipped out.

"You're calling me daddy?"

His eyebrows raise a little and a smile forms on his face. Breathing hard, I nod and smile back.

"Fuck. Spread your legs."

Justin bites his lip before touching my most sensitive spot. Oh shit, his fingers feel so good.

"Ohhhh, put them inside me, please."

My eyes are begging him, so before I know it, his 3-4 inch fingers are shoved inside of me. It makes me squirm a bit and arch my back.

"Is this what you wanted?"

Then he starts pumping, hitting my g-spot mercilessly.

"Fuck! Yes, baby can I cum?"

I can't hold it in, even though it's been less than 5 minutes.

"Please."

Justin hits me harder, making me squirt all over him. My moans are endless. Not even duck tape can shut me up.

"Shit."

Justin fumbles with the condom before shoving himself inside me.

"Fuck."

Accidentally, I squeak because he didn't even warn me he was going.

"Do you feel me, babydoll?"

His heated breath hits my ear, making me crazy.

"Ohh yes."

Moaning noisily, I remember to raise my hands above my head, like he wants.

"How do I feel? Tell me baby."

Justin's ability to get me immensely turned on is incomprehensible.

"Good."

Not even words can describe the way Justin feels deep inside of me.

"Be specific, baby."

Justin grunts as he humps me pleasurably.

"Oh, baby you feel amazing! Justin, go harder!"

I scream to convince him that he's the best thing I ever felt.

"How big am I?"

He's seriously asking this? What am I supposed to tell him? He's not the biggest I've ever had. He's the best, but not the biggest.

"So big."

I moan and pant as he pleases me.

"Shit! Justin can I cum?"

I feel my release coming up, and I clench my teeth.

"Call me daddy again."

Wow, he sure loves to be called daddy. I don't mind.

"Can I cum, daddy?"

The pleasure is too much, and I can't deal with it anymore.

"Go."

When he allows me, I let it all out on him and moan like crazy.

Justin takes himself out and breathes deeply while still hovering over me. There's relief and satisfaction written all over him.

"I'm sorry Val."

His pleasured eyes meet mine in remorse.

"It's ok. You made it up to me."

To brighten the mood, I smile and touch his cheek.

"Well, I am your daddy."

His wink makes me blush a little.

"We should get dressed before someone sees us."

I sit up and grab my panties.

"Aw, why can't you just keep your clothes off?"

Justin plays around and examines me with lust.

"I don't want anyone to see. Plus, I thought you said that I'm only for you to know."

Somehow I've found a way to use his words against him, but in a playful way.

"Fine. You're not getting this back."

Justin grabbed my shirt and hid it in his pants.

"What? You know I can easily grab it."

Smirking, I notice his eyes on my bare chest.

"Then do it."

Justin smirks and glances in my eyes.

"Ok."

And I lean over to him, unzip his pants, shove my hand under his boxers and pull my shirt out.

"Aye, be careful with it."

He adjusts his boxers and zips up his pants again, referring to his member.

"Aw, do you want me to suck it?"

I give him a fake pout as I put my shirt on.

"Yes please."

His eyes light up like it's the best thing in the world.

"No."

I'm not sucking his dick over a shirt.

"Dammit."

He puts an arm around me and kisses my head, marshmallows overwhelming me from his closeness.

"Mm, you smell good, baby."

I take a deeper inhale and lean in closer.

"I smell like sweat."

He chuckles as the plane lands.

"You smell like marshmallows."

Tightening my grip on his arm, I giggle in response.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

The plane eventually comes to a halt, and we take our seatbelts off. With Justin's hand on my back, I walk off the plane.

"Hey, did you guys make it here ok?"

Ryan greets us in the limo along with Khalil and Za.

"Yea."

Justin secretly nudges me as the limo starts driving.

"Do you know where your place is?"

Khalil asks while I stare out the window.

"Yea, it's only been a few months."

Justin speaks knowingly, his hand at my waist. I roll down the window, and I can taste the salt in the air. It feels like a pretty day, and I feel pretty good too. The tingly feeling in my area is still there. It's because of Justin.

"We're here darlin."

Justin breaks me away from my thoughts; then I realize that there's another mansion in front of me.

"Wow."

Gazing at the huge house, I open the car door and breathe.

"Wait until we get inside."

Justin smiles and pulls out his keys.

"Ladies first."

He opens the door and motions me to go in.

"Go with the pink. It brings out your hair."

When I walk in, I see three unfamiliar girls, all in bikinis. One has dark, almost-black hair with-I can't deny-a huge ass. By her voice and appearance, she looks Latin.

The other girl has black hair, darker skin, and I think she's from the UK because she has a British accent.

The last girl has dirty blonde hair and-in my opinion-very kissable lips. Her ass isn't as big as the first girl but it's pretty noticeable.

"Justin!"

At first they're all surprised, but then they start flirting and run up to Justin.

"Fuck. Chantel, what are you doing here? Why are you guys in my house?"

Justin sounds pissed, so I don't even have to look at him to confirm it.

(A/N: Who do you think I'm adding to the story? There's 3. Next post is on Friday)

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