Chapter 3
Valentine moaned and writhed in his lap as Shane’s hard hand connected with her soft ass over and over again. The pain wasn’t as sharp as it had been when he was using the riding crop on her but it was still enough to make her gasp and bring tears to her eyes.
She thought of the halfhearted spankings Gavin had given her and would have laughed if another stinging slap hadn’t landed on her ass just then.
There was really no comparison. Shane knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t going easy on her at all.
Even though it hurt and her backside felt like it was on fire, Valentine knew she would cherish this memory later.
Because even though the spanking hurt, it felt good at the same time.
Part of it was the fact that she was in such a vulnerable position with her skirt pulled up and her ass completely bare in the lap of the man she loved.
And part of it was the fact that even though he’d told her there would be no sex, she loved the blatantly sexual element of what they were doing.
Her blouse had popped open, releasing her full breasts to hang down as she writhed against him.
With each blow of his hand Valentine could feel her bare nipples getting harder and her pussy getting wetter.
And she knew Shane was feeling it too—his cock was like a bar of hot lead under the tight black leather pants he wore.
Surely he wanted her as much as she wanted him—didn’t he?
She got her answer when the spanking finally stopped. Thinking it was over, she tried to get up, only to have Shane hold her firmly in place.
“Not done yet, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking her burning ass cheeks gently.
Valentine whimpered softly at his soothing touch. As turned-on as she’d been getting, the last part of the spanking had been really quite painful and she was glad it was over. Or she hoped it was, anyway.
“Are…are you going to spank me some more?” she asked hesitantly, hoping and praying the answer was no.
“Not right now. And not any more tonight if you’re good and do as I say.” Shane stroked her back under her shirt and then his hand moved down again to cup her stinging buttocks.
“I’ll be good,” Valentine promised brokenly. “So good. Just tell me what you want me to do, Shane…Master, I mean. And I’ll do it.”
“I just want you to hold still for right now. And answer a question.”
“All right.” Valentine nibbled her bottom lip nervously. Was he going to ask her again what she’d almost said after she kissed him? She really hoped he wasn’t—she didn’t want him to know how much she wanted him when he obviously didn’t feel that way about her and never would.
“The spanking I just gave you.” Shane’s voice was soft but intense. “Did it turn you on? Did being punished give you pleasure or did you just want it to be over with?”
“I-I don’t…” She didn’t know how to answer him. What did he want to hear? Would he think she was sick if she told him the truth, that the pain he’d inflicted on her had turned her on?
“Valentine, look at me.” Shane pulled her up and suddenly she was sitting on his lap again.
Only this time she was straddling his lean hips, facing him.
Her breasts were still out and on display and the new position made her feel incredibly vulnerable and open.
But it was her face he was looking at. “Answer me,” he said, staring at her intently.
“I…” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you want to hear.”
“I want to hear the truth. Only and always the truth from you.” His deep voice was stern. “Earlier when I looked at you, your pussy was wet and hot. Are you wetter now than when I started spanking you?”
“I guess I…I’m not sure.” She looked down at her hands.
“Lift your skirt again.” It wasn’t a request and she didn’t take it as one. Reaching down, she lifted the short plaid skirt, baring her pussy to him for the second time that night. Only this time, her thighs were spread wide to straddle him which gave him a much better view.
Valentine was afraid to look down and see what he was seeing but she knew that her pussy was throbbing with need.
She felt swollen and hot both from the spanking and from being on display for him.
God, it was so embarrassing and so erotic at the same time to sit helplessly on his lap and let him examine her so intimately.
She wanted it to be over and to never end at the same time.
Shane made her sit back a little so he could get a better view.
“Look at this,” he said, directing her eyes down to the area between her legs.
“Look how wet you are, Valentine.” The blunt pads of his fingertips slipped over her inner thighs first and then slid higher, to trace her outer pussy lips.
“Cunt honey everywhere,” he murmured. Then he looked up at her briefly.
“Spread your pussy lips for me, sweetheart. Let me see inside.”
“I…” Valentine shook her head mutely.
“Do it.” Shane gave her a hard look. “Do it or say your safe word.”
She didn’t hesitate any further. Keeping her skirt raised with one hand, she slid the other down her abdomen and used her first two fingers to spread her pussy lips apart for him.
“Good girl.” He nodded approvingly. “Now look how slippery your little clit is.” He traced it as he spoke, touching so lightly and teasingly that Valentine wanted to scream.
Shane looked up at her. “If I put my fingers inside you would I find more of the same? Are you as hot and wet inside as you are here?” he demanded.
“I guess so.” She bit her lip, ashamed to admit it.
“You guess so? You’re not sure?” Shane gave her a stern look. “Do I have to finger-fuck your pussy and see for myself?”
“I…don’t know.” Valentine could feel the breath catch in her throat. God, she couldn’t believe he was touching her this way! It felt good and hot and scary all at the same time.
“All right then, if you can’t give me a better answer than that…
” Slowly, two thick fingers slid down to find her entrance.
She moaned as he breached her pussy, entering her slowly as he looked into her eyes.
“Watch me, Valentine,” he growled softly.
“Watch me finger your soft little pussy. This is your punishment for not telling me the truth.”
“Yes, Master.” The words came out in a breathy moan as he reached the end of her channel and pressed. God, he hadn’t been exaggerating—he really was fucking her with his fingers, pulling out and thrusting in deep and hard exactly as if they were his cock.
Just the thought of that, the thought of his thick cock filling her, fucking her, was almost too much.
Valentine had been on the brink for what felt like hours and now she could feel herself tilting slowly but surely over the edge.
Part of it was the intense pleasure he was giving her—in addition to the slow and deliberate finger fuck he was also rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb and shooting sparks of ecstasy through her entire body.
But part of it was that it was Shane who was touching her, Shane who was watching her so intently while he stroked into her open pussy.
God, how long had she fantasized about something like this?
And now it was finally, finally happening and she never wanted it to end.
“Do you feel like you need to come?” His deep voice was rough with suppressed emotion.
“Yes…yes, please,” Valentine gasped, squeezing her eyes closed. “Please, Master. I need to come so badly.”
“I’m going to let you come for me,” Shane told her, still thrusting deep into her pussy. “But I want you to open your eyes and look at me when you do. I want to watch you when you lose control.”
Valentine forced herself to do as he said though it was hard to have eye contact with him while he was touching her in such an intimate way.
She was pressing down to meet his fingers now—fucking herself on them as he thrust up inside her.
She couldn’t help herself, couldn’t seem to stop.
The orgasm was so close, hovering just over her head like a wave about to break and all she could think of was that she wanted his mouth on hers when it happened.
“Kiss me,” she gasped as they worked together toward her peak. “Please, Shane. For real this time.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He pulled her forward with the hand that wasn’t touching her and twined his fingers in her hair. Then he took her mouth in a kiss so savage it pushed her right over the edge completely.
Valentine gasped into his mouth, crying out as she felt the pleasure crash over her.
She could feel herself spasming around his fingers as he pumped into her, could taste his tongue in her mouth as he kissed her while he took her.
Forgetting she was supposed to be holding her skirt up, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and worked herself against him shamelessly, loving the feel of him making her come but wishing at the same time that it was his cock and not his fingers she could feel buried in her cunt.
Shane rode out her orgasm, so lost in her pleasure he barely knew what he was doing until she pulled away, gasping.
Then and only then did he realize what he’d done.
He’d only meant to add a little sex to the mix to scare Valentine away but somehow the scenario had gotten away from him.
Instead of just kissing her or teasing her a little, he had her spread out on his lap and he’d just fingered her to orgasm.
God, what was wrong with him? This wasn’t some girl he’d picked up in a bar for a night of fun—this was Valentine, his best friend’s little sister and he’d sworn to protect her—not molest her.
His thoughts must have shown on his face because Valentine was looking at him with concern in her green eyes. “Shane?” she asked hesitantly. “Are…are you okay?”