Chapter 2 #3
He nodded. “Sure. And I think you did very well just now during your first whipping. You really opened yourself to me and took what I was giving you with a good attitude. Therefore, you’ve earned a reward. Is that what you want—to kiss me?”
“Yes, please.” Valentine gave his sensuous mouth a hopeful look. “May I?”
“You may.” He was smiling just a little as she leaned up and brushed his lips with hers.
They were warm and surprisingly soft and before she could stop herself she darted out her tongue to taste them, just a little.
He was slightly salty and wholly delicious.
Valentine moaned softly and kissed him harder.
Shane shifted on the couch but didn’t try to stop her as she became bolder and nibbled teasingly at his lower lip.
She thought she felt something hard and hot under her ass that had to be his cock but no matter how much her kiss was turning him on, he didn’t respond.
Instead, he held still and let her do what she wanted without moving.
Finally she stopped. “This is no fun—why don’t you kiss me back?”
Shane grinned at her. “That’s another reward for another time. If you wanted me to kiss back you should have said you wanted me to kiss you instead of the other way around.”
“I don’t see what the difference is.” She crossed her arms over her chest, frowning.
“The difference is, you’re still topping—or trying to, sweetheart. You need to submit and wait for me to give you what you need instead of trying to take it.”
“All right, but that was very disappointing. If you knew how long I’ve been waiting to—” Valentine stopped abruptly, her cheeks heating with embarrassment. There was no point in letting Shane know exactly how much she wanted him—it would make her seem sad and desperate.
“Waiting for what?”
“Nothing.” She looked away.
“Valentine, answer me when I ask you a question. What were you going to say?” There was a warning tone in his deep voice that she chose to ignore.
“Nothing, I told you.” She sat up abruptly and tried to get off his lap but Shane clamped one muscular arm around her waist and kept her in place.
“Just when I think you’re making some progress you give me attitude. Which reminds me, it’s time for your second spanking.”
Before she could protest, Valentine found herself manhandled into a totally different position—facedown on his lap with her ass in the air.
“Wait—I’m sorry,” she protested as Shane raised her short plaid skirt again, baring her backside.
“Too little, too late, sweetheart. And besides, you had this one coming from before. You didn’t think I’d forget just because you were kissing me, did you?”
“No, but I… Are you going to use the riding crop again?” Valentine couldn’t keep the fear out of her voice.
“No, the second lie you told wasn’t as bad. So I’m going to use my hand. Now hold still and take your spanking.”
God, she has a luscious, spankable ass, Shane couldn’t help thinking as Valentine writhed in his lap. He loved a woman with a heart-shaped ass and he fully intended to make hers as red as a sunset before he was done.
He brought his palm down hard on her vulnerable cheeks and was rewarded with a little gasp and a jump from Valentine.
Shane felt his cock surge as her soft curves brushed against his hardness.
He really needed to keep control of himself here but who could have predicted she would be so damn responsive to his touch?
Earlier when he’d been examining her pussy she’d been so turned-on she was hardly able to stand and her reaction to his riding crop across her ass had been more than satisfactory too.
There was no doubt about it—Valentine was something special.
Shane hated to admit it since he was trying to steer her away from a D/s lifestyle but to be honest, he’d never seen anyone better suited to be a sub.
Not because she had extremely submissive tendencies—she didn’t.
But she was eager to learn and easy to train and there was something else about her—a streak of stubbornness that made her what was sometimes called a “brat”.
She was someone who would have to be punished often and well and he would have to keep on top of her constantly to keep her in line.
Which could be extremely pleasurable for both parties.
Not that he would ever take her as a permanent sub, Shane reminded himself as his hard hand connected with her soft ass again.
He was only giving her these lessons to scare her off and convince her that the D/s life wasn’t for her.
The only problem was, so far he didn’t seem to be having much success with that.
He’d tried being stern with her but that hadn’t put her off so he’d decided to try pain.
The first whipping he’d given her had been seriously painful though not at all dangerous.
He’d chosen the riding crop for its effectiveness at dealing out stinging blows without leaving bruises or breaking the skin.
But Valentine had stood up to that too without showing signs of running for the door.
In fact, the only time Shane had seen her hesitate or look uncomfortable at all was when he’d asked her if her pussy was wet and told her to take off her panties.
Well, maybe that was it—maybe he needed to let things get a little bit sexual to scare her away, Shane decided, spanking her again.
She was yelping frequently now and her ass was turning a very satisfying shade of red.
He could tell already that she wouldn’t be sitting down without discomfort for some time.
Should I really do that? Touch her to try to scare her?
For a moment he thought uneasily of Peter—currently stationed overseas and trusting Shane to keep his little sister safe.
But that was the thing, Valentine could get into all kinds of trouble if she went wandering around the Black and Blue by herself, not to mention some of the other, rougher clubs in the Tampa Bay area.
By that token, he was justified in doing almost anything he had to in order to make her lose interest in the lifestyle.
But there has to be a line, Shane told himself sternly. A line I won’t cross. I’ll touch her but that’s all. No tasting and sure as hell no fucking.
He finished the spanking, feeling better about the entire situation.
Once he escalated the sexual tone of their time together, even just a little, he was sure Valentine would bow out of their lessons voluntarily.
Shane had always treated her like a little sister—if he started treating her like a sex slave instead she was bound to get freaked out and run the other direction.
Which was exactly what he wanted—wasn’t it?