Chapter 4 #2
Valentine hissed and winced at the stinging pain. It hurt but it felt good too—felt like a punishment she deserved. It felt like love.
Shane did it again. “Do you like that?”
“I-I don’t know. Maybe.” Valentine moaned and bit her bottom lip, trying to endure.
“What do you like about it?” He sounded genuinely interested. “The pain itself? Or the fact that someone else is in control of your body?”
“Not just someone—you.” Valentine twisted her head around to look at him. “I like giving you control, Shane.”
He looked genuinely surprised and then the expression was gone and he frowned. “I’m asking because I need to know your boundaries. I need to know what turns you on more—pain or domination.”
“Why…why do you need to know that?” Valentine gasped as another blow from the flogger fell on her stinging buttocks.
“So I can set the right scene. How can I dominate you properly without knowing exactly what turns you on and makes you tick?” He gave her one last lick with the flogger and then strode to the foot of the bed and put one large, warm hand on her trembling ass.
“It’s all right, Valentine. You took that whipping very well.
I’m proud of you—you’re a very good girl. ”
His words of praise sent a warm rush of pleasure through her and she longed to stand up and hug him.
How many times had she come to him in times of stress or grief and found herself enveloped in one of his wonderful, warm bear hugs?
Shane’s arms were like steel bands and when he wrapped them around her she felt like there was no safer place in the world.
But I can’t do that now, she reminded herself, staying where she was.
Not while we’re in the middle of a lesson.
So she held still until Shane told her to climb up onto the bed and lie on her back.
“Now what?” she dared to ask as he fastened her wrists to the headboard with some black silk scarves.
“Now we’re going to play a little game so I can learn a little more about you.” He smiled at her. “Are you ready, Valentine?”
“I think so.” She looked up at the scarves that held her arms securely over her head. “Am…am I going to be tied down the whole time?”
Shane raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were interested in bondage.”
“I am. I just…I guess I didn’t realize how vulnerable I’d feel.
” She pulled at the scarves again. There was no getting out of them, she could tell.
A scary feeling that wasn’t quite panic, but wasn’t far from it either, rose in her throat.
Valentine pushed it back down as well as she could.
It’s all right, she reminded herself. Everything’s all right because Shane is here.
He would never hurt me or put me in a dangerous situation.
Shane was looking at her thoughtfully. “This is what’s known as pushing your boundaries and if I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t be a very good Dom. But if it’s bothering you, I won’t tie down your feet. And you know you can always say your safe word— right?”
Valentine nodded, unable to speak. Her heart was racing as she tugged against the black silk scarves.
She hadn’t understood, when she was reading every BDSM book she could lay her hands on, how it would feel to actually be tied down.
Never thought how helpless it would make her feel, how naked and uncertain…
Shane cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes. “I want you to know I can tell this is hard for you, Valentine, and I’m proud of you for not letting your fear get the best of you.”
Once again his praise warmed and relaxed her. And she thought of something he’d told her the last time they had been together. “Master?” she asked hesitantly. “You said…said it was all right to ask you for things. Can I ask for something now?”
He nodded gravely. “You can ask. I can’t promise you’ll get whatever it is.”
“A hug. I just want one of your hugs.” She looked at him hopefully. “Please, Shane?”
A look came into his eyes she couldn’t quite define. It looked like a mixture of love and pain but it was gone so quickly she couldn’t be sure.
“Of course you can have a hug, sweetheart.” Leaning down, he gathered her to him, his warm arms sliding under her back and pulling her close.
Valentine sighed and relaxed into the embrace.
Suddenly it no longer mattered that she was tied naked and helpless to the bed.
The only thing that counted was the feel of Shane’s broad, hard chest against her breasts and the feel of his warm breath against the side of her face.
She was safe in his arms—always and forever safe with him and no matter what happened everything was going to be okay because he was holding her.
The hug lasted a long time but finally Shane drew back, placing a kiss on her forehead as he did. “Better now?” he asked quietly.
Valentine nodded. “So much better. Thank you.”
“Any time, sweetheart.” He smiled. “And now for our game. Are you ready to play?”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, I think so.”
“Good. But first you have to wear this.” From the nightstand at the side of the bed he produced another strip of black silk—a blindfold.
Valentine bit back a moan as her anxiety rushed back. God, this was getting worse and worse! Being tied down was hard enough, but to give up her sense of sight along with control of her body—she wasn’t sure if she could do it.
Shane was watching her closely and her internal conflict must have shown on her face. “Valentine, do you need to use your safe word?” His deep voice was low and concerned.
She shook her head. “No, I…no. Just do it.”
“All right.” He didn’t give her a second chance to think about it.
Leaning over, he tied the strip of black silk around her eyes, blocking out any and all light.
“Now,” he said, after he’d made sure the blindfold was secure.
“This game is called Kiss, Lick or Bite and I’m going to know a lot more about you when we’re finished. ”
Shane watched her tremble as he finished tying the blindfold in place.
God, but she was a sight—her lush body completely naked except for her lacy black garter belt and thigh-high hose.
The belt framed her naked pussy beautifully, showing her plump outer cunt lips and hinting at the sensitive pink treasures within.
He really wished that she hadn’t shaved her pussy.
Seeing her soft little cunt so exquisitely exposed made it so much harder for him to keep this scenario on track.
Though he had never admitted it to anyone, he found a bare, cleanly shaved pussy almost unspeakably erotic.
There was something so vulnerable, so naked in the sight and it seemed to make a woman that much more sensitive to the touch.
And it wasn’t just that he wanted to touch her there either, Shane admitted to himself.
It was that he wanted to taste her. Wanted to spread her pretty pink pussy lips and taste the silky folds of her inner cunt.
Just the thought of lapping her swollen clit until she moaned and begged and called his name was almost enough to make him come.
She’d taste like peaches, he thought, letting his eyes wander over Valentine’s inner thighs.
Peaches and cream. And she’d come so hard when I tongue-fucked her…
He forced himself to stop that line of thought at once.
Hadn’t he promised himself when he’d decided to give Valentine another lesson that he wouldn’t go further with her than he already had?
There was no other way to keep her out of trouble than to satisfy her curiosity but that didn’t mean he had to claim her completely.
She was still out of bounds—still his best friend’s little sister and that meant there had to be limits to what he allowed himself to do to her.
There’s not going to be any fucking tonight, he told himself sternly as he got on the bed beside her.
Not with your tongue and certainly not with your cock.
You can touch but no tasting—at least, not her pussy.
With his self-control firmly in place, he leaned over her and took a deep breath, inhaling the clean scent of her shampoo and the warm fragrance of her skin. God, she smelled good. Fresh and delicious and juicy—like a peach ripe for the plucking.
“Have…have we started yet?” Valentine’s trembling voice reminded him that he was keeping her in what must be almost unbearable suspense. She still didn’t know the rules of the game he intended to play with her and she was probably wondering if he was about to bite her at any moment.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmured close to her ear. “In just a minute. I need to tell you the rules first.”
“There are rules?”
“Of course. With any good game there are rules.” He ran a hand through her blonde curls, stroking her hair soothingly. “Just relax. None of this is going to hurt unless you want it to. Trust me.”
“I trust you. I’ll always trust you,” she whispered. And just like that, her trembling stopped.
Shane was amazed and gratified at the way she calmed down for him.
This was proving to be a difficult experience for her—much more difficult than she’d anticipated, he was sure.
And yet Valentine had so much confidence in him she was able to get past her anxiety and put herself completely in his hands.
He didn’t know if he’d ever had a sub who trusted him so completely and he suddenly wanted fiercely to be deserving of that trust.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Valentine,” he murmured before he could stop himself. “Lying here like this all spread out and open, naked on my bed.”
“You really like the way I look?” She turned her blindfolded face up to the sound of his voice. “Have you…did you ever imagine me like this before?”