Shane lifted his arm but stopped in mid-swing. “So those are your underwear?” he asked, coming closer. “They don’t look like much from here.”
“It…it’s a thong.” Valentine hoped her voice didn’t shake too much. She was glad the black lace thong she had on was at least visible against her pale skin so that he couldn’t accuse her of wearing nothing at all.
“Tell me something.” Shane stepped even closer, his warm breath heating the side of her neck. “Are you wet under those sexy little panties, Valentine? Did being at the Black and Blue with another man turn you on?”
“I told you already—I didn’t go there with him. He was trying to pick me up and wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“Speaking of answers, you haven’t answered me. Are you wet?”
Valentine gave him a defiant look from the corner of her eye. “Why don’t you find out for yourself, Master?”
“Oh, I will, sweetheart. Don’t worry about that.” His large warm hand was suddenly on her lower abdomen and then he was sliding his fingers into the black lace thong as he spoke. “You know, you’re very close to the edge here, Valentine. If you’re not careful you’re going to push me too far and then you’re going to be very…very sorry.”
Valentine bit her lower lip and moaned as he spread her pussy lips with two thick fingers and found the entrance to her cunt.
“Just as I thought,” he growled. “Dripping wet. I guess disobeying makes you hot.”
Valentine looked at him. “No, you make me hot. And…and I think I make you hot too. Which is why I was so surprised when you stopped short of making love to me and pushed me out the door the other night.” It was hard to get the words out when his touch was setting her on fire but she was determined to make her point.
“That was for your own good. And this will be too.” Shane stood back from her a little but his fingers remained firmly buried in her pussy. “I’m going to whip you, Valentine. Whip you while I finger-fuck your hot little cunt. Hold still.”
She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. His fingers held her firmly in place. “God, Shane…please!” she gasped and then the first blow fell.
The bite of the riding crop was as sharp and stinging as she remembered and she couldn’t help crying out from both pain and pleasure. Because as the crop connected with her ass, the broad pad of his thumb slid over the throbbing bud of her slippery clit, sending sparks of pleasurable need throughout her body.
“That’s for going to the club when I specifically told you not to,” Shane rasped and another blow fell, accompanied by another stroke of his thumb across her clit. “And for talking to another Dom.” Another stroke. “And for coming to see me when I warned you not to.” Another stroke. And another and another.
Valentine’s ass was on fire but there was a different kind of warmth rising between her legs. On one hand, the blows of the riding crop were sharp and painful but on the other hand, the slow slide of his thumb over her clit and the feel of his two thick fingers buried deep in her pussy was almost more than she could bear. Never had she imagined it would be possible to have an orgasm while she was in pain but as yet another blow fell while Shane gave her the intimate massage, she knew she was coming.
Shane must have known too—maybe he felt her inner muscles tighten around his fingers. But for whatever reason he dropped the riding crop and covered her body with his own.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured in her ear. “Come for me. Come for me, Valentine.”
She gasped as his broad chest came flush against her back and his other hand came around to stroke the tops of her breasts. As the pleasure rolled over her in waves, she wished the corset wasn’t in the way. She wanted to feel him pinching and squeezing her nipples, wanted to feel every part of him connected to every part of her.
As though reading her mind, Shane grabbed the bottom edge of her corset and gave a sharp yank. Valentine gasped as her breasts popped out and moaned as he began twisting her nipples.
“Did you like that, sweetheart?” he murmured in her ear, his fingers still stroking her quivering cunt. “Did you like the pain and the pleasure all mixed up inside you? I guess you must have since you came so sweetly for me.”
“Yes.” Valentine’s voice trembled. “Yes, God yes—I loved it, Shane.”
“Do you love it enough to live like this the rest of your life?” he demanded, pinching one of her nipples sharply. “Because that’s what we’re talking about here, Valentine. A lifelong commitment to the lifestyle and to me.”
“I don’t…don’t understand.”
“No, you don’t. You never have. So let me spell it out for you. If I fuck you here and now, tonight, I’m never letting you go.”
“N-never?” She wanted to look at him, to try to read the expression in those black eyes but he was directly behind her now, whispering in her ear as he continued to finger her pussy.
“Never. You’ll be mine, Valentine. And I’ll never let you go.” The hard bulge of his cock pressed against her stinging ass, grinding into her, claiming and punishing her at the same time. “Now do you see what you’re getting into?” he growled. “You board this train, you’re never getting off. So you’d better think long and hard before you decide, little girl.”
“I don’t need to think about it.” Biting her lower lip, Valentine thrust back against him, spreading her legs for the hard ridge of his cock, still confined behind his tight leather pants. “I want you, Shane. I’ve wanted you from the first minute I saw you. So go ahead and take me because I’m yours. I always have been.”
Her only answer was a low, possessive growl. And then he was turning her around and pressing her back against the wall as he covered her with his bulk. Valentine moaned as she heard the low purr of his zipper going down. This time he wouldn’t stop, this time there would be no pulling away, no turning back, and she knew she was in for a wild ride.
Shane tangled one hand in the thin elastic of her panties and pulled, ripping them off her in one savage move. Then he raised one of her legs, spreading her thighs open for him and Valentine felt the blunt head of his cock slip over her inner folds and find the entrance to her pussy. She moaned breathlessly, waiting for that one hard thrust that would sink him balls-deep in her slippery cunt.
But Shane stayed where he was with only the head of his cock filling the entrance to her pussy. “It’s not too late, Valentine,” he murmured, looking into her eyes as he worked just the tip of his cock slowly in and out of her. “You can still say your safe word and run away. But only if you say it before I get all the way inside you.”
