Chapter 6 #2
Just seeing me here should be enough, though, she thought, scanning the shadowy depths of the club and paying special attention to the area around the whipping post. There’s no need to actually find some other guy and have him parade me in front of Shane’s nose.
That would be crossing the line. Who knows what Shane would do if he actually thought—
“Well, hello there, girly. You look lost.”
The deep, smooth voice behind her scared Valentine so much she almost jumped out of her boots.
“Huh?” She whirled around to find a large man in dark jeans and a leather vest with no shirt standing in front of her.
He had a handsome face with a knife-blade nose and hair that was perfectly gelled in place.
If his body was any indication, he must spend the majority of his time at the gym and he wasn’t shy about showing it off, either.
Valentine stared at him. It was hard to make out in the dim lighting but… Is that body glitter on his pecs? Eeww.
“I was just saying you look like a little lost lamb in a den of wolves. Or should I say, a little lost sub?” The man grinned at her, showing teeth so perfect and white they had to be caps.
“Actually, I’m just fine. But thanks anyway.” Valentine gave him a cool nod but to her dismay, the man with the perfect hair and glittery chest seemed oblivious to her less-than-friendly words.
“I don’t see anyone around. And in the Black and Blue if you’re not claimed by a Dom, you’re fair game, little sub.” Quick as a flash, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, squeezing so tightly Valentine couldn’t help the soft cry of pain that escaped her.
“I’m a Dom myself,” she said, with a sudden burst of inspiration. “A Dominatrix. So you’re barking up the wrong tree. Now will you please let me go? My friend will be here any minute.”
“A Dominatrix who says please?” he sneered. “I don’t think so. If you’re a Dominatrix I’m a grandmother.”
“I am too a Dominatrix,” Valentine said, trying to sound stern. “And if you don’t let go of me this minute I’ll…I’ll have you whipped.”
“Speaking of whipping, I have a brand-new belt on tonight I’ve been wanting to try out.
And I think this is the perfect opportunity.
” He gave her another wolfish grin and, to Valentine’s horror, began to drag her away into the darkness of the club.
There were back rooms behind the whipping post area that catered to special fetishes—punishment being one of them.
And who knew what he would do to her once he finished whipping her with his belt?
She opened her mouth and drew in breath to scream when another hard, masculine hand clamped around her other wrist, stopping her forward motion.
“That’s enough, Valentine. You’re coming with me.”
She looked up to see Shane standing there, wearing black leather pants and an expression like a thunderstorm.
“Shane, thank God! I was just standing here and this guy—”
“Is there a problem here?” The guy with the perfect hair turned to face Shane, a frown on his face. “This sub’s taken, buddy. Get your own.”
“She is my own. Valentine belongs to me.” There was a dangerous light in Shane’s black eyes that would have made a wise man back away. Unfortunately the guy who had grabbed Valentine obviously wasn’t big in the brains department.
“She never said she was taken. And anyway, I saw her first.” He stepped up to Shane, his chest puffed out and his hand still firmly locked on Valentine’s wrist.
Shane gave him a pleasant smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“I’ll give you a choice. You can take your hands off my sub and walk away or you can spend the next six months drinking through a straw.
Because if you don’t let her go right now I’m not just going to punch your pretty white teeth down your throat—I’m going to break your fucking jaw. ”
At last the perfect hair guy seemed to get the message.
“Hey, whatever, man. I was just showing her around. You don’t have to get personal.
” He dropped Valentine’s wrist and backed away as though he was afraid to turn his back on Shane.
Valentine could understand how he felt. She had never seen Shane look angrier and his grip on her wrist was scarcely less painful than the other man’s had been.
“Shane,” she said quickly. “Let me explain.”
“No explanation needed, sweetheart.” His eyes were hard. “I can see for myself what you’re doing.”
“But it’s not what it looks like. That guy was a jerk! He came up to me and just grabbed me and—”
“Well, he wouldn’t have had a chance to grab you if you weren’t here in the first place,” Shane snarled. “What are you doing here when I specifically forbid you to come back?”
Valentine thought about telling him that she was an adult and he couldn’t forbid her to do anything. But she hadn’t gotten dressed up in her BDSM best and come all the way out to the Black and Blue to fight with him. Instead she lifted her chin and looked him directly in the eyes.
“I came because I got your birthday present in the mail and I want to talk to you.”
“Didn’t I tell you we shouldn’t talk for a while?”
“I don’t care what you said. You can’t just cut me out of your life after twelve years of friendship. I won’t let you.”
“I’m doing it for your own good. And you need to leave—now.” He grabbed her arms and started pushing her toward the door but Valentine dug in her heels.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not throwing me out again with no explanation. And you’re sure as hell not throwing me out of a public place.”
Shane stopped moving and looked at her. “For someone who claims to want to be a sub, you’re not very good at being submissive, sweetheart.”
Valentine had a sudden idea. “You want submissive? I can show you submissive…Master.” Sinking to her knees, she reached up and unzipped his black leather pants. Before he could protest, she had his semi-erect shaft out and was sucking it into her mouth.
Shane groaned like a man in pain and one of his big hands came up to caress her hair almost involuntarily. “God, Valentine…don’t do this. You don’t know what you’re doing to me. What you’re setting in motion.”
Valentine refused to be put off. He could talk all he wanted about consequences as long as he didn’t stop her from sucking him.
He was long and thick and hard in her mouth and she leaned forward, taking as much of him as she could.
God, he tasted delicious, spicy and hot and completely Shane somehow.
She’d often fantasized about doing something like this to him and now she could feel her pussy getting hot and wet, both from finally fulfilling her long held fantasy and from performing such a naughty act in public.
Other patrons of the Black and Blue were beginning to take an interest and she was aware that they were being watched but somehow it only added to her pleasure.
She lapped and sucked, feeling Shane’s cock grow in her mouth as his hand caressed her hair. At any minute she was sure he would come and, after she swallowed every last drop, she would be able to explain to him why they ought to be together despite his guilt over Peter.
But just when she was sure he was getting close, Shane’s hand tightened in her hair and he pulled away.
“No.” His voice was thick with anger as he refastened his pants. “No, not here. Not like this.” Grabbing her wrist, he dragged her to her feet and marched her toward the door.
“What…where…” Valentine could barely get the words out and once again she had a sense of things moving too quickly.
“Back to my place. I refuse to do this in public.” There was a muscle twitching in Shane’s jaw that made her nervous.
“Look, I said I wanted to talk, not—”
“Oh, we’ll talk, sweetheart. You better believe we’ll talk. But first you’re going to take your spanking.”
They drove in silence to Shane’s house, mainly because every time Valentine tried to speak, she found that her mouth was too dry or she couldn’t find the right words. To tell the truth she was scared to death—had she really pushed Shane too far this time?
She’d known he would be upset about her disobeying him and showing up at the Black and Blue but it had seemed necessary in order to get his attention. Now she was wondering if she hadn’t been a little too hasty in deciding there was no other way to get through to him.
Before she knew it, they were pulling up in his driveway and Shane was coming around to open her door.
“Out.” He motioned to her but by this time Valentine was so nervous her knees almost buckled. Shane pulled her to her feet and led her as he had at the club, her hand firmly locked in his much larger, stronger one.
“Shane, please,” she managed to say as they walked in the door but he obviously was in no mood to listen.
“Go to the bedroom and take off your skirt. And so help me God, Valentine—you’d better have on panties under it. If I find out you were out in that place with no underwear on…”
“I have some on,” she protested weakly. It was true that they weren’t very big—but at least she hadn’t left home without them and now she was very, very glad she hadn’t.
“You’d better.” Shane’s voice was grim. “Go take off your skirt and stand facing the wall with your arms over your head.”
Valentine wanted to ask what he planned to do—strip-search her? But the look in his black eyes was so forbidding she didn’t dare say a word. Instead she walked to his bedroom on wobbly legs, unfastening her tight black vinyl skirt as she went.
She had barely finished peeling it off and assumed the position against the far wall opposite the bed when Shane came in with a riding crop in his hand.
The sight of the long, thin flexible crop that she knew stung like fire made Valentine shiver.
And yet, at the same time, her pussy was getting hotter and wetter than ever.
Shane might be mad at her but Valentine’s neighbor had been right—he was certainly not indifferent to her.