“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.
“Shane? Is the game over?” Valentine’s sweet voice was uncertain.
He stroked her thigh soothingly. “No, sweetheart. Not quite yet. But for this next part I need to take these off.” He put a hand on her silky black thigh-high hose and tugged. He’d always admired Valentine’s long legs and now he wanted to explore them more thoroughly.
Carefully, he unsnapped the garter belt and pulled each stocking off as she lay trembling on the bed. To her, Shane realized, this must feel like a final unveiling, like the last barrier was coming down between them. If only she knew that he had erected another, more permanent barrier between them in his heart.
He pushed that thought aside and went to kneel between her feet at the bottom of the bed. Valentine was obviously feeling nervous about his new position because she drew her legs up and squeezed her thighs closed.
“Hey now, sweetheart—it’s all right.” Shane circled one of her ankles with his fingers, admiring the delicate but strong bones and the graceful arch of her instep. Her toenails were polished an innocent sweetheart pink—almost the same shade as her lips. She shivered again but when he slid his hand upward, stroking over her shin to her knee, she relented and parted her thighs, just a little.
“Wider, Valentine.” He put a hand on each knee, urging them apart. “I need you to open your legs for me.”
She bit her lower lip. “I wish I could see you. Wish I could see what you’re doing to me.”
“Why? Because you’re scared?” Shane was concerned. He’d thought she was over her fear of the situation now.
“No, because…because I want to watch. You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined how it would be—” She stopped herself abruptly. “I’m sorry.”
He was intrigued. So she’d fantasized about them together before? He supposed it really wasn’t that surprising, considering the fact that she’d had a pretty big crush on him when she was younger. But still… “I’ve imagined it too,” he found himself telling her.
“Really?” She turned her blindfolded face toward him. “I mean, you imagined doing this to me?”
