Chapter 4 #3
Shane knew he was on thin ice—after all, he could hardly let on that he’d fantasized about his best friend’s little sister even before she’d basically blackmailed him into giving her D/s lessons. But still, she deserved an answer. Deserved to know how attractive he’d always found her.
“I’ve always thought you grew up into a beautiful young woman,” he told her, caressing her cheek lightly with his fingertips. “I was always glad you never starved yourself into a skeleton like so many girls your age were doing.”
She laughed softly. “Why would I do that when I knew you liked plus-sized women?”
Shane frowned. “Are you saying you kept your shape the way it is just for me?”
“Yes, well…” She shifted uncomfortably on the dark blue bedspread. “You know—I used to have a thing for you and all that.”
“I know.” Sometimes he wished she still did.
At least it would make what they were doing a little more legitimate if he believed she felt the same way about him that he felt about her.
But how did he feel about Valentine? It was a tough question—one he hadn’t had to ask himself before.
The truth was his emotions were such a snarl of protectiveness, desire and guilt that he didn’t know how to label them.
He only knew that what he felt was growing stronger and had been ever since they’d started this twisted little lesson plan.
“Of course, that was a long time ago,” Valentine continued, breaking his train of thought. “Now I just like my crème br?lée too much to worry about counting calories.”
“You’re gorgeous just the way you are.” Shane trailed his fingertips down the sensitive side of her throat, watching her pulse jump in reaction to his touch.
“Of course—haven’t you heard? Size eighteen is the new eight.” She tried to laugh but it came out sounding breathy and uncertain.
Shane knew the blindfold was affecting her.
Having his hands on her and not knowing where or how he would touch her next was building the sexual tension between them.
Her nipples were tight and hard and he was willing to bet that if he looked between her thighs he would see that her pussy was getting wet as well.
But things were about to get a lot more intense.
“About those rules,” he murmured, keeping his voice so low he knew she would have to strain to hear it.
“Yes?” She turned toward his voice, her entire body tight with tension.
“I’m going to rub my face along your body,” Shane told her, pressing his cheek to hers as he spoke.
“I’m going to take my time because I want to experience every inch of you.
When I pause, you have to tell if you want me to kiss, lick or bite the area I’m at.
” He pressed his lips to her ear. “Let’s practice. Kiss, lick or bite, Valentine?”
She nibbled her lush lower lip in a moment of indecision. “Lick,” she said at last.
Shane complied, tracing the delicate shell of her ear with his tongue, ending by sucking her earlobe briefly.
“God!” Valentine shifted restlessly on the bed. “I think I’m going to like this game.”
“Mm-hmm. That’s the idea.” The game wasn’t just for her pleasure, however—it was to see what Valentine thought was pleasurable in the first place.
By playing Kiss, Lick or Bite with her, Shane could learn more about her boundaries and whether she actually found pain pleasurable or just wanted to be dominated—which was something he hadn’t quite established to his satisfaction yet.
He pressed his face to the side of her throat, breathing her in, waiting.
“Kiss,” she said, almost immediately.
Shane pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin of her neck. He could feel her pulse pounding against his lips and her breath was already shallower as she became more and more aroused.
“Are you hot right now for me, Valentine?” he murmured, kissing her neck again, working his way down slowly to her full breasts. “Is your pussy getting wet?”
“God…Shane!”
He loved to hear her moan his name like that. He rubbed the side of his face against the warm curves of her breasts, knowing the slight stubble on his cheeks would intensify the feeling. Working his way slowly in a circle, he took his time getting to her right nipple.
“It’s time to choose, sweetheart,” he murmured, knowing she would feel the heat of his breath against her sensitive flesh.
She laughed weakly. “I guess suck isn’t one of my options.”
Shane would’ve happily sucked her nipples for hours but it wasn’t part of the game. “Huh-uh. You have to choose. Kiss, lick or bite?”
A look of determination crossed her face that he could read even with her blindfold in place. “Bite, then.”
Slightly surprised, Shane took her pink peak between his teeth.
So Valentine was into pain—at least a little.
Of course, erotic pain was a lot different from regular, everyday, stub-your-toe kind of pain.
It was on another plane and it put the sub in a very different mind space to submit to it.
Opening herself to pain as well as pleasure was the ultimate sign of Valentine’s trust in him.
He nipped her gently, not wanting to give her too much at once.
Later on, if they continued their lessons, he would accustom her to wearing nipple clamps.
He might even require her to get her nipples pierced, so she could wear a silver chain between them.
A gentle tug of the chain would bring her pleasure and remind her at the same time that she was owned. Owned and cherished.
It didn’t occur to Shane that he was beginning to think of Valentine as his permanent sub—just imagining her stiff pink nipples pierced and joined by a chain that only he could adjust was making him incredibly hot and hard.
He moved to her other nipple and nipped it as well, a little more sharply than the first, letting her know who was in control.
Valentine’s head snapped back and she moaned and arched up to him, giving him easier access to her body, accepting the painful pleasure he gave and asking for more.
Before he knew it, Shane was lapping and sucking her nipples even though he had refused to earlier.
He sucked hard, taking as much of her full breast into his mouth at a time as he could and running his hands over her sides and hips as he did.
God, but he loved her generous curves. She was so perfect, so beautiful, and he wanted her like he’d never wanted any woman before.
At last he made himself stop. Things were getting out of hand.
He’d had subs come and go but he’d never been this tempted to take things all the way to their logical conclusion.
His cock throbbed behind the black leather pants and he was glad he’d made the decision to stay at least partially dressed when he was with her.
Things could easily get out of hand with her bound and helpless as she was—not to mention wet and willing—if he was nude too.
“Please…please, Shane, I need more.” Valentine was gasping now, her small hands twisted into fists as she pulled at the black silk scarves that held her to the headboard. “Please, you’re making me crazy.”
“That’s the idea, sweetheart. To make you crazy.
To make you mine.” The words came out in a low, possessive growl as he lowered his face to her stomach.
Slowly he rubbed his rough cheek down the trembling slope of her abdomen until he reached the bare mound of her freshly shaved pussy.
Her scent was intoxicating here—warm and spicy—a delicate perfume that made his cock so hard it hurt.
No, shouldn’t be here. Dangerous territory. But he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He rested his lips on the baby-smooth skin just above her slit and waited.
Valentine seemed to have stopped breathing for a long moment. Finally she moaned softly at the press of his lips. “Kiss,” she whispered at last. “Just…kiss.”
Shane kissed her very gently, trying to keep his raging lust in check. No tasting, he reminded himself. Just a kiss. Still, he couldn’t stop his tongue from tracing the top of her slit as he gave her a soft, hot, intimate kiss, his lips covering her mound for a long moment.
He forced himself to pull back before he could go further. Before he could spread her soft pussy lips and lick and suck and press his tongue deep into her willing cunt.
“Shane…” Valentine was moaning softly, her hips twitching restlessly as though searching for something more.
The lips of her pussy were swollen with need, opening like a flower to reveal the pink interior, glossy with her juices.
Shane wanted in the worst way to bury his face between her thighs and taste that sweet nectar, to spread her wide and lap and suck and tease until she came for him, came all over his face.
But he couldn’t do that—it would be crossing the line he’d drawn for himself.
Have to hold firm, no matter how much I want her.
Because if he gave in to his lusts and let himself go down on her, where would it end?
He was a dominant and possessive man—if he let himself get carried away with Valentine, even once, he would never want to let her go.
He couldn’t just fuck her and walk away from her—he’d want to keep her with him always.
And she’d made it clear she was only interested in getting lessons from him, not having a long-term relationship.
It was a difficult position Shane found himself in.
He was beginning to see her as much more than the little sister of his best friend and he could even imagine himself calling Peter and telling him that he cared for Valentine and wanted a new kind of relationship with her.
But there was no way he could call his best friend and say, “By the way, Valentine and I are fucking but it’s no big deal.
” That would be the worst betrayal of trust Shane could imagine and he refused to go down a path that would lead to such an end.
Taking a deep breath, he decided to start again.