“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?”
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 brûlée 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.
