Chapter 2 #2
Valentine felt as if her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Taking a deep breath, she did as he commanded, hoping that he liked what he saw.
The tiny white triangle of lace was no bigger than a quarter and it started at the top of her slit, leaving her mound of neatly trimmed blonde curls bare.
From there it only got narrower until the point of the triangle and the string attached to it disappeared between her plump pussy lips.
“So this is it? These are your panties?” Shane traced the lacy white triangle with one finger very, very slowly as he spoke.
Valentine gasped and bit back a moan. “Yes, Sir.”
“They’re not very big.”
“No, Sir. I thought…thought you’d like to have me as bare as possible for the…
the punishment.” She could hardly get the words out.
His featherlight touch was driving her insane.
He had yet to make contact with her bare skin but the feel of his finger through the lacy white fabric was making her so wet she could barely stand it.
She wondered if he could tell what he was doing to her and if he liked it.
“I don’t think that’s why you dressed that way at all, sweetheart.” Shane looked up at her from his seated position. “I think you came dressed for a seduction. Didn’t I tell you no sex?”
“Yes, but…but the way you’re touching me…”
“If you’re going to be my sub, you need to get used to my hands on your body. All over your body. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. So I think this is a good time to talk about your safe word. I assume you understand what I’m talking about since you’ve been doing your homework.”
“Yes. I thought…Peter’s name.”
He nodded. “A good choice. If you say your brother’s name we’ll stop, no matter what.”
“O-okay,” she stuttered. He was tracing the slit of her pussy, his blunt fingertip sliding up and down, spreading her just a little wider with each trip as he pressed the thin fabric of her panties into her slippery folds.
She could feel him brushing against her clit now, massaging the sensitive little button through the white lace.
And still he wasn’t touching her bare skin.
“Tell me, Valentine, how does it make you feel for me to touch you like this?” His voice was low, almost hypnotic as he continued to stroke over her panties, teasing her throbbing clit through the thin material.
“Good,” she admitted breathlessly. “Really good.”
“Does it make you wet? Does it make your pussy slippery and hot?”
She bit her bottom lip, suddenly embarrassed at his blunt question. Shane had never talked to her like this—he’d always acted more like a big brother. Why the sudden change?
“I asked you a question.” There was an edge in his deep voice that made her jump.
“I-I don’t know,” she whispered.
“Yes you do. If I looked at your pussy right now, would you be wet?”
She was ashamed to admit the truth. Ashamed to admit how quickly and completely her body responded to him. “No,” she whispered, knowing it was a lie.
Shane frowned and sat back, withdrawing his hand abruptly. “Take them off.”
“I-I don’t—”
“Take them off or say your safe word. Now.” His deep voice brooked no refusals. Either she did as he said or everything ended right here and now. Valentine didn’t want it to end.
“Yes, Master.” Feeling clumsy, she fumbled with the elastic strings that made up the sides of her panties and pushed them down to her ankles before stepping out of them entirely.
He sat forward again. “Now spread your legs wider.”
Valentine did as she was told, conscious of the intense scrutiny she was under. Her knees were trembling and she just hoped they would hold her up until he was done doing whatever it was he planned to do.
Shane looked up at her. “I’m going to touch you now. Not in a sexual way, just to spread you open and see if you’re telling the truth.”
Valentine’s heart was beating in her throat, making it hard to swallow. She bit back a moan as his big, warm hands connected with her inner thighs and his thumbs rested on her naked pussy lips. Then, slowly and carefully, Shane spread her open, revealing the glossy pink interior of her cunt.
He leaned even closer, his black eyes sweeping over her inner folds and the throbbing bud of her clit. She could feel his hot breath against her thighs and the inside of her pussy and it made her almost faint with need. God, if only he would touch her inside, would taste her…
Shane looked up at her. “You lied to me, Valentine. You are wet.”
“Yes,” she admitted, biting her lower lip. “I’m sorry, Master. I-I was embarrassed.”
“There’s no need for embarrassment. From now on your body belongs to me, to do with as I see fit. You should have no more shame about having my hands and eyes on you than you would have about touching or looking at yourself. Do you understand?”
“I…yes. Yes, Sir.”
“Very good.” He sat back, dropping his hands to her intense disappointment. “Two lies, Valentine—that isn’t a very good start. First you tell me you’re dressed for a punishment instead of a seduction and then you tell me you aren’t wet when you are.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling genuinely contrite for trying to deceive him.
“Sorry isn’t good enough. In this house, punishment pays for your sins, not apologies.” He stood abruptly, looming over her. Valentine took a staggering step backward and would have fallen if he hadn’t caught her arms and pulled her close. “Two spankings, Valentine. One for each lie. Sound fair?”
“Yes.” She nodded contritely, prepared to take her punishment.
Shane was right— this was about more than role-play.
In the past when she’d asked Gavin to spank her it hadn’t really meant anything.
Now, however, she knew she genuinely deserved the whipping that was coming her way and she welcomed the chance to redeem herself through pain.
“Bend over the arm of the couch and raise your skirt,” Shane commanded.
Valentine did as he said without a word of protest. She shivered as the cool air in the room hit her naked backside but she held still and steady, waiting for the first blow to fall. Soon enough, it did.
“Ouch!” she gasped as the riding crop fell once more against her unprotected bottom. This blow made the one Shane had given her earlier feel like a love tap. Apparently this whipping was for real.
“Three more like that, Valentine,” he rumbled behind her.
“This whipping is for the first lie because that one was the worst. Coming here dressed like this, trying to manipulate me when I specifically told you no sex, is the worst kind of topping from the bottom. And I do not tolerate that kind of behavior in my subs.” The riding crop rose and fell three more times as he spoke, coming down on her throbbing ass to emphasize his words. Valentine jumped each and every time.
“Yes, Master…” The words came out in a sob and she realized that hot, salty tears were stinging her eyes and running down her cheeks. God, it stung! She hadn’t realized how much a real whipping from someone who knew what they were doing would hurt.
“It’s all right. It’s over now.” Suddenly Shane was gathering her into his arms and holding her on his lap on the couch.
Valentine put her face against his neck and sobbed.
Not just for the stinging pain in her bottom but because she felt such a sense of release.
There was peace, true and total peace in putting herself in Shane’s capable hands and trusting him to do whatever he thought was best for her.
Her parents had died when she was still so young, forcing her to be strong and independent in ways she hadn’t been ready for.
It felt good to let down her guard, to let someone else take control for a while.
Maybe this was something she’d been needing for years, Valentine didn’t know.
All she was sure of was that she didn’t want it to end.
“There, there, sweetheart. The first one was the worst,” Shane murmured gently.
Leaning down, he raised her chin and kissed her wet eyelids.
“Do you understand why I had to do that?” he murmured.
“I’d be a bad Dom if I let you get away with lying.
It’s very important that you always tell me the truth. ”
“I understand.” She’d managed to stop sobbing now and all she could think about was how close his face was to hers and how, deep down in the depths of his black eyes, she could see little flecks of gold.
Would stealing a kiss at this point count as topping from the bottom again?
She was afraid it might but God, she wanted to kiss him so badly.
Shane had never given her more than a brotherly peck on the cheek before and she’d often wondered what that full, sensual mouth of his would taste like.
“What do you want?” He was scanning her face, reading her easily as he always did. Valentine wondered if she was really that transparent or if he just knew her so well he could tell what she was feeling.
“I want…I want to kiss you,” she said in a rush. “I know I shouldn’t want that and it will probably make you mad that I asked but, well…you wanted to know.” She shrugged, biting her lower lip and hoping her words hadn’t just earned her another spanking.
To her surprise, Shane laughed instead, an amused rumble that came from deep in his chest and seemed to vibrate every part of her body as he held her.
“It’s all right to ask for things you want, sweetheart,” he told her, an amused light in his black eyes. “I might not always give them to you but it’s okay to ask.”
“So I can’t kiss you but you’re not mad at me for asking?”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t.” His expression was suddenly serious. “As your Master I can give out rewards as well as punishments.”
“Rewards?” She looked up at him in surprise.